Chosen Alien Gene: The Complete Collection (SciFi Alien Menage Romance) Page 12

  The door hung open; the ship appeared to be abandoned. She leaned in, squinting her eyes in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the ship’s owner. Only the sounds of a cool breeze wafting through the treetops could be recognized, and the hum of the ship’s quiet engines below her.

  Suddenly, Amy felt a large hand rest on her shoulder. She shrieked and leapt forward in a stumble, pushing the hand away and whirling around to aim her gun.

  Before her stood a man swaying slightly, as if ready to collapse at any moment. He was tall, at least six and a half feet in height, with dark brown hair and shimmering deep emerald eyes. His breath was labored, heaving beneath the chilled muscles of his chest as he struggled to remain upright. He was simply gorgeous.

  Just then, the stranger collapsed into a heap on the ground, his large hands catching the earth to stop his fall. He gazed up at her frantically, those emerald eyes catching the glow of the engines and melting her heart. Amy helped him to his feet and without a word led him back to the farmhouse. I must be crazy, she thought.

  His head hung low, allowing the longer strands of his hair to dip and cover his mud-splattered face. She struggled to place him in a seat at the kitchen table where he finally slumped with a labored grunt. She gazed down at the weakened stranger in her kitchen, his head still hanging low as if at any moment he would fall from the chair to her floor.

  “Are you hurt?” She spoke hesitantly, and the stranger looked up.

  He shook his head to signal ‘no.’ “Hungry,” he groaned; his voice was deep and sexy.

  Amy nodded and searched the kitchen for something quick. She returned moments later, carrying a loaf of bread and some soup from the previous night’s meal. She placed the meal on the table beside him.

  Amy sat down and watched, puzzled, as the stranger examined the food. He picked up the spoon and hesitantly dipped it into the soup, bringing it to his soft, full lips for a taste. His face lit up with a grin and within minutes, the bowl’s entire contents were gone, followed quickly by the bread.

  “Wow, you were hungry,” she chuckled.

  “Thank you,” he beamed. “My rations ran out a week ago. Any longer and I wouldn’t have made it.”

  “So… who are you, and how did you end up in my woods? Are you in the military?” Amy was curious about the strange man she’d allowed in her home. As handsome as he might be, he could still be dangerous.

  “I mean you no harm,” he said with a reassuring smile, “I’m not from this planet, nor am I military. My name is Lukavyt-r, and I’m an explorer.”

  Amy blinked in surprise at his response. This beautiful creature was nothing like the movies had portrayed. She marveled at his long, muscular arms resting calmly on the table and the warm smile spreading across his stubble-lined face. With careful observation, the subtle differences became clear: his ears were longer than that of a typical human’s, coming to a smooth point at the tips; his shimmering white teeth held the slight hints of fangs.

  Amy’s heart raced, she suddenly felt overwhelmed with desire to reach out and run her hands along his deeply muscled body, as if some unseen force was drawing her in.

  He gave a seductive grin, watching her longing grow. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?” he raised an eyebrow. “You seem… occupied.”

  Amy quickly returned her gaze to his eyes, blushing a slight shade of crimson. He had sensed her desire, somehow, as if he carried a sixth sense. She felt exposed, as if she may as well be standing before him naked. Yes, he was attractive but this was something more—something deeper than the mere sight of a sumptuous man in her kitchen.

  “No… I’m not nervous,” she cleared her throat and sat upright, “just curious, I suppose. For starters, why were you looming around in the woods, Lukav-…Luk… sorry, can I just call you Luke?”

  He gave a long, deep laugh, “Luke it is. I wasn’t looming; I was lost. I landed here accidentally when my fuel gauge malfunctioned. I left the ship to find help and ended up wandering astray through the trees.”

  The two talked well into the early hours of morning. Luke described his home planet, which he had left years prior in search of unexplored worlds outside their galaxy. He spoke of the desert lands his home plant had become, barren of trees save a few select areas where the remainder of his people had migrated for life-sustaining needs.

  “The air is heavy now from the loss of oxygen.” His eyes grew dim and sadness swept across his face, reflecting on the dire situation of his people. “We’ve been forced to live underground where the air is pumped in through machines, and the planet is heating up at a rapid rate. My people decided to deploy scouts to evaluate surrounding areas to see if they’d be suitable for us to inhabit.”

  “Are there others here…” Amy hesitated, “like you?”

  “No,” Luke shook his head sadly, “I lost communication with the other ships nearly a year ago. I am several light years from home, and I can only hope they found a new planet somewhere closer.”

  Outside her window, the birds began to chirp loudly, signaling that morning had come. Shiloh inched closer, nudging Amy with her muzzle to signal that she needed to go outside. Amy gave Luke a polite smile and took Shiloh to the door, letting her out to roam free.

  When she returned, he had placed his head down on the table, clearly exhausted. Amy couldn’t help but feel safe near him, even though he was from another world. She placed her petite hand on his brooding shoulder gently.

  “Hey,” she cooed, “why don’t you stay here and rest awhile...at least until you get your strength back. I have a spare room you can use to get some sleep.”

  He nodded, “Thank you, most graciously.” Luke followed her upstairs, his heavy boots clumping on the wood. Amy could feel that he was sizing her up from behind as she walked, forcing a grin on her face.

  She led her exhausted new guest to an open door adjacent her own and motioned for him to enter. “You can stay in here. I live alone—well, except for my animals—so no one will bother you. I’ll be around if you need anything.”

  She left Luke to rest, closing the door to his room softly. Once free of his stare, she leaned her head against the door and gave a sigh. There was something about him that sent her body spiraling out of control; some deep attraction unlike anything that Amy had ever felt before.

  ****

  The warm water of her shower felt good after a day outside. Standing in front of her mirror, she wiped away the veil of steam and gazed at her reflection. Amy was tall, with long flowing chestnut hair that trailed down to her tight ass when allowed to roam loose. She was a natural beauty—her sun-kissed skin held a deep golden tan year-round; her deep brown doe eyes made men swoon with a single glance.

  Dropping the towel to the floor, she prepared to dress, taking a moment to survey her curves with a smile. The daily work on her farm gave her a shapely figure with the perfect combination of muscles and silky softness. Her breasts, full and supple, hung loose while she dried the beads of water from her long legs. Her thoughts wandered once more to the sleeping stranger nearby and she felt a wave of desire flow through her. Luke hadn’t left his room all afternoon—she came indoors to check up on him several times throughout the day—yet she could feel his presence nearby.

  Amy gave a shout as the bathroom door busted open, forcing a rush of cold air into the room. Luke stood in the doorway, gaping in her direction. He stared, wide-eyed at Amy’s naked figure before him, as if he had never laid eyes on a woman before. His firm jaw hung open and his emerald eyes remained fixed on the site. Amy reached for the towel with a shriek and covered her breasts modestly.

  “Hey!” she growled, “You need to learn how to knock.”

  Once she was covered, it was if he was broken from a frozen trance. He shook off the shock and gave her a wicked grin. “Well you need to learn how to lock the door.”

  Amy gave him a playful scowl and tossed the towel in his direction, watching the look of surprise fill him once more. She walked slowly to the doorway where
he stood, savoring his panicked stare as she swayed her hips seductively. Grasping the door slowly, she slid her hands onto the door knob suggestively. Before closing it, she gave once last teasing smile, leaving Luke looming in the hallway.

  Amy giggled, thinking of the effect her body had on him. Teasing was completely out of character for her, but this man brought out something inside her that she’d never felt before. Dressing quickly in her favorite worn jeans and a low-cut V neck tank top, she joined him downstairs.

  Luke was seated at the kitchen table once more, gulping glasses of water one by one from the large pitcher. He grinned as she entered, looking almost thankful that she hadn’t walked into the room naked—though the idea was tempting.

  “You have no idea how fortunate you are, Amy.” He gulped down another glass, “Water is priceless on my planet, yet here it flows in rivers and oceans.”

  She gave a half-smile, amused by his fascination, yet saddened at thought of his people struggling. She entered the kitchen to make dinner, deciding to dish out her best steak and eggs for her sultry guest. After some preparation, she set out a lavish plate filled with fresh greens from her garden, a large T-bone steak and scrambled eggs. Luke eyed the plate with mouth-watering hunger, giving Amy a grateful smile before digging in like a hungry animal.

  He sighed after nearly licking the plate clean, “That was the best food I have ever tasted.”

  Amy described life on her farm, and explained how she had chosen to return to the simple life rather than to allow the bank to take her childhood home. Luke asked for a tour, so she led him outside to the world she so loved. She showed him the garden, brimming with fresh vegetables. Luke knelt down beside a set of ripe tomatoes and ran his hand across the smooth, red skin. His face held a look of sheer fascination; one that reflected her own as a child watching her mother cultivate the earth. Though for different reasons, Luke shared her never-ending love for the earth and all its bountiful gifts. Amy watched Luke marvel at the farm while they walked late into evening, her heart desiring this strange man near her even more than the night before.

  ****

  Back indoors, Amy set a fire in the stone fireplace, lighting the room with flickers of red and golden light. Luke sat across from her on the tattered loveseat she kept for sentimental reasons and followed her every move with his inquisitive emerald eyes. Once the fire roared, Amy kicked off her shoes, sinking into an overstuffed armchair. The two sat in awkward silence for a moment before Luke leaned towards her. His face held a mixture of curiosity and fear as he cleared his throat.

  “May I ask you something, Amy?” His voice was quieter than usual. “Upstairs earlier, when I accidently walked into the washroom. Your body is…”

  He trailed off, as if hesitant to finish his question. Amy leaned forward, her heart beating nervously in anticipation of what he needed to say. Curiosity filled her.

  “It’s… different.” He gave a sheepish grin. “It’s not the like the females of my planet. I’m sorry for staring at you like that, but I was curious and a little…excited when I saw you standing there.”

  Amy gave a smile, feeling the heat between her legs rising. “I know. I could see it in your eyes, though I wasn’t sure why.”

  Luke gave a nervous laugh, rubbing his neck. As if pulled by the same unforeseen force, she rose from her chair and joined him on the loveseat. He watched hungrily as she came near, licking his lips with desire. Amy guided his hands upward and placed them softly on her breasts, watching as his eyes filled with excitement and nerves. He rubbed gently, soothing Amy’s skin and filling her with a need to break free of her clothes. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, the warmth of their bodies together. She watched with need as his eyes seemed to savor every inch of her, gazing intently as he rubbed and pinched her erect nipples below her t-shirt. Without a second thought, she stood, taking Luke’s soft hand into hers and led him upstairs to the bedroom.

  The full moon lit her bedroom just enough to illuminate the curves of her body. Amy sat him on the edge of her bed and took a step back, allowing him a better view. She slid her t-shirt over her head, allowing it to pool on the floor beside her. She watched hungrily as he squirmed, nervously eyeing her exposed breasts, and slowly slid her worn jeans down her legs. She turned, allowing him a full view of her firm shapely ass, and dropped her silk panties to the floor. A slight gasp escaped from his lips as she leaned down for a gentle kiss, feeling the softness of his skin against hers for the first time. Pleasure surged through every inch of her. Joining him on the soft bed, she gazed up into his fearful eyes.

  “You said you were curious, Luke,” she murmured softly with a seductive smile spreading across her lips. “I want you to explore my body. Take in the feeling and tastes as you wish.”

  His eyebrows raised in a look of surprise, yet didn’t protest. Luke kissed her cheek, trailing wet desire from her neck down to her breasts. His tongue ran along the dip in her shoulder blades, nibbling softly at the skin. She closed her eyes, taking in each touch of his lips as if she was experiencing lust for the first time. Amy felt like a teen again, the excitement building. Luke’s hands soon found their way to her waiting breasts once more, rubbing the curves of each one gently. His gaze was fixed upon her, like a young boy in his first experience with love. Nothing else existed in that moment, the room a blur of passion, as his full concentration lay in exploration. He brought his lips to an erect nipple, running his tongue across the tip and sending electric waves of heat through her. With his other hand, he fondled her breast, pinching her nipple just enough to release a moan of pleasure from her lips.

  He paused, looking up into Amy’s deep brown eyes, “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on.”

  He progressed down to the curves of her stomach, trailing his thick fingers down her torso, stopping to pay attention to her navel along the way. Planting a gentle kiss upon it, he continued. Every touch sent shock waves of desire through every inch of her skin, filling her to the brim with pleasure. He paused, lingering just about her crevice; though Amy’s eyes were still closed, she could sense he was taking in the site. He kissed and licked her hips, rubbing along her thighs with his hands. She moaned once more.

  “I want to taste you, Amy.”

  “As you wish,” she softly moaned.

  Luke nibbled and sucked at her mound, leaving Amy shaking with anticipation. She could feel the pleasure building towards a heated climax. He spread her legs wide so that he could take in her body fully through the dim light. For a moment, Amy felt slightly exposed, but the lust overtook any fear, allowing her legs to relax once more under his watchful gaze. He gave a gasp of pleasure and dove in to taste her desire. His tongue twirled excitedly, the need to release growing increasingly difficult to hold back. Luke’s hand joined in, instinctively using his fingers to rub her clit, arching her back high into the air and causing her nails to dig deep into the linen below. Amy let out a cry of pleasure as waves of building intensity crashed through her body; her head cocked back as her inner walls began to spasm.

  Amy lay breathless, panting from the excitement. She opened her eyes to the darkness of her room and watched Luke crawl up beside her. His face held a satisfied grin as he rested his head on the pillow, gazing into her eyes.

  “May I lay with you tonight?” He reached up and caressed her sweating cheek with his strong hands.

  “Of course,” Amy snuggled into the warmth of his chest, satisfaction coursing through her body.

  ****

  Amy awoke the following day to the sound of rainfall. As thankful as she always was for the rain, it meant working drenched to the bone for the main portion of her day. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms, and rolled onto her side. The bed where Luke had fallen asleep in her arms was now empty. Her heart sank—had he left in the middle of the night, or was it all just a wonderful dream? She threw on her robe and headed downstairs.

  On the table was a plate filled with steaming eggs and bacon, and a cup
of coffee. At least he hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. Where had he gone?

  She quickly got dressed and headed out to the rain-drenched fields where, once again, she found the pulsing light illuminating the trees nearby. She hurried along the trail to find that Luke’s ship had been pried from the ground where it had been lodged and was floating just above the ground. Was he leaving?

  “Hello?” she called out. The engine’s hum fell silent and the door slowly lowered with a long hiss.

  “Good morning,” Luke smiled brightly. “Sorry to run out before you woke, but I have a lot of repairs to do. Hope I didn’t startle you.”

  Luke’s mere presence lit up her body with intense yearning, despite the cold rain pummeling her skin. She felt her face flush with desire as he neared, the shirt he wore clinging to his wet body, displaying every rippling muscle below.

  “I heard the engine and thought you were leaving,” Amy pouted.

  Luke chuckled, “So soon? I just arrived. Besides, this ship isn’t going anywhere until I fix the damage and find some fuel.”

  Amy’s heart leapt. After the heated night of passion and exploration, she wanted to know more about him, to feel his body close to hers and do some exploring of her own.

  ****

  The morning went by at a crawl as Amy tended to her animals and daily chores around the farm. A broken hose on her tractor meant a trip to McCullers in town tomorrow; Amy gave a drawn out sigh. The townies just loved to gossip; there was no sense of the word ‘privacy.’

  Finally lunch came. She carried a tray of sandwiches down the path once more towards Luke’s ship, now sitting quiet amongst the trees. As they sat together, he told her more of his home planet and the conditions in which he was forced to endure as a child. His mother had been a teacher, before the conditions worsened, and chose to educate him at home.