Dragon King's Alien Queen

Chapter 10

Feeling cool air on her chest, she looked down and saw that at some point he had ripped her shirt to get to her shoulder. She pulled her hands from his shoulders and tried to hold the edges closed as best as she could.

“You can let me down now.” She was having a hard time meeting his gaze. She had let a total stranger give her the best o.rgasm of her life. He had barely touched her and she had gone off like a rocket. What would happen if he finished what he started? She wasn’t so sure if she would survive that. Having his complete focus on her and her pleasure? She didn’t know if she could do it.

“What if I don’t want to, my precious mate? I like how you feel against me.” He nuzzled her neck and drew her scent in deep. “I love your scent,” he growled. “It smells like the garvara flower that blooms in the summer months.”

“Let me down please.” She pushed against his shoulders. It was extremely uncomfortable for her to be still pressed into the wall with her legs wrapped around him. It was beginning to bring back old nightmares. If he didn’t release her soon she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from fighting him off. She was just barely holding the panic back.

He sighed his disappointment but stepped back to let her slide down his body. The feel of her soft curves against his hardness made it that much more difficult to release her. He kept his hands on her until he was sure she was steady on her feet, though she still seemed shaky. Was it something to do with their species? She seemed to have recovered from her release.

“It’s nice to know I’m not the only one that had that reaction,” she said, pointing to the wet spot at his crotch.

He shrugged, completely unembarrassed that she could see that he had gotten off just as she had. “It’s part of the mating process. We have multiple ejaculations. That is just the first that is meant to get you ready for me. My dragon wanted me to take you. I held him back from doing that at least and this is the result. We can only have multiple releases with our mate.”

Not willing to have that particular conversation yet, she gave him a shy, sad smile. “Thank you for holding him back,” she murmured. “Where I come from, s.ex is something you only share with someone you love or at least really care for.” She got a confused look on her face. “Well, not everyone does but I don’t have s.ex with anyone.” A haunted look entered her eyes but was gone before he could really register it.

He stepped close to her again and cupped her chin in his hand. “I will give you as much time as I can. My dragon is very dominant. I don’t want to scare you but the longer he has to wait, the more irrational he will become. I am King,” he said simply. “An irrational dragon is not something I can afford and still protect my people. But, for you, I will try.”

Smiling, he took her hand and lead her over to the large seating area near the fireplace.

“This room is huge,” she commented, getting her first real look at it. The ceiling was at least twenty feet high. The windows and balcony doors were floor to ceiling. The walls were a pale blue color that looked bright and fresh with the sunlight dancing across the walls. A large four poster bed sat in the middle of the room. It had to be the biggest bed Kiera had ever seen. Portraits of landscapes hung in strategic spots around the room. All the furniture was made to accommodate the larger sizes of the Drakians. She was pretty sure the sofa Glacian was leading her to would swallow her.

A chuckle filled the air. “Our dragons are large animals,” he responded. He sat on the sofa facing the fireplace and pulled her down to sit on his lap. That was unexpected. She sat stiffly at first. Moving to try and sit next to him did her no good. He simply held her hips so that she couldn’t move. It peeved her that he would take such liberties but after a few long minutes of him not trying anything other than hold her in place, she stopped trying to move.

“There are a few things you need to know about the mating. It is a lot of information, but I would rather you be prepared. I will be with you through all of it.” He took her left hand in his right while his other rubbed what she was sure to him were supposed to be comforting circles on her back.

Kiera slid into the seat next to him so fast that he couldn’t stop her. This didn’t seem like a conversation she wanted to have sitting on his lap. In fact, if any of his past actions were to go by, she would likely want to slit his throat before he was done speaking. “That sounds ominous.”

He looked irritated that she had been able to slip off his lap. That was not where he had wanted his mate. He needed her close to him to help control his dragon. He was calmer when she was near. Sure, she was still sitting next to him. He wanted her sitting on him. “Anyone who finds a mate on our world goes through it. The symptoms vary from person to person, but the end result is always the same. They become Drakian. Their normal forms stay the same, they just get their own dragon and can transform into them.”

Now that came out of nowhere. Trying to process the information, Kiera didn’t notice that the hand that had been on her back was now on her nape massaging the tension that seemed to fill her suddenly. She had to fight not to shake him off.

“Are you telling me that I am going to turn into a dragon? Like you?” That couldn’t be what he meant. How was that even possible? She hadn’t even been on the planet an entire day yet and he was telling her she was going to change into something else? She didn’t want to be something else.

“Not exactly like me but yes, you will get a dragon. My brothers and I are the strongest dragons. Our line has always been the strongest which is why we rule.” Glacian eyed her hair that was still in some kind of ball at the back of her head. “Can you take your hair down for me?” he asked absently.

He couldn’t be serious. Was he serious? He drops a bomb on her and then calmly requests that she take her hair down. It was like he had no idea that her world was crumbling because of him. Quite possibly he didn’t know. That or he did know and just didn’t care. You would think a king would know what kind of profound affect something like this would have on a person. But he seemed distracted. Could she distract him enough to get more information out of him? How much could she get from him if he was focused on something else?

Hesitating a moment, she reached up and pulled the elastic from her hair. It was not regulation, but her hair had always been her best feature and she had been loath to cut it. Her position as Commander afforded her a little leeway so she got away with it as long as she kept it neatly in a bun while on duty.

“What is the process?” she asked as she slowly unwound the bun and took the braid apart. When she was done her hair flowed down in waves to her waist.

Could it be possible to avoid it somehow? If he explained the process to her, was there a chance that she could escape it and stay as she was? There had to be a way.

“Beautiful,” he breathed as he buried his hands in the thick mass. After a few moments he was still playing with her hair and not answering her question.

“Glacian.” She turned and pulled her hair from his grasp.

He scowled at her, almost growling at his prize being taken from him.

“What is the process?” she repeated.

“I have already started it. The mating mark is the first step. When I marked you as mine, the venom from my fangs entered your system. Normally both mates need to consent but there are a few times when the mate connection is so strong that it can’t be denied. I am one of the strongest dragons on the planet and I couldn’t stop it. My dragon refuses to be without his mate.”

There were several key phrases in what he said to make Keira pause. The first was ‘venom’. Then ‘I couldn’t stop it’ and ‘my dragon refuses’. She had fallen into some sort of horror film. Between the arrogant, obstinate king and the selfish, possessive dragon, she seemed to have the lead role in this disturbing plot.

Keira noticed that he didn’t seem the least bit regretful for changing her. But of course not. Why would he be? First, he was male. That was most of the problem right there. Second, he was King. He was accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. No one ever disobeyed him or told him no. Those two things put together and it probably wouldn’t even occur to him that she may not even want any of this. She understood being lost in the moment. She had been the same. She refused to fault him for something she had done herself. But knowing that there was a chance that he could change not only who but what she was, as King and a decent person, he should have had the self-control to explain things to her first. Relationships were hard enough without this being added to it. More to the point, ‘relationship’ would have been enough to make her run.

She stood up from the couch and started pacing in front of the cold fireplace. Pacing had always steadied her in the past when she had been working on a problem. The repetitive motion helped her focus.

With so little information, she didn’t know what to think. He was changing her. It was as though he didn’t care who she had been before. It didn’t matter to him if she would be a good queen or an evil one. She knew nothing about being Drakian. Twenty-four hours ago, she didn’t know that they even existed. Now she was going to be one of them? Lead them? She liked who she was. She had walked through fire, worked her a.ss off, to become who she was. Kiera had come from nothing and worked her way up to manning her own space mission. That was no small feat. Then at sixteen she had survived a trauma no one should have had to. Quite literally, she was the phoenix that had died and been reborn in flames. It was why she had the tattoo of the bird on her lower back.

“What is the next step?” She didn’t stop her pacing or look at him. Her brain was going in too many different directions. There were so many reasons why this wasn’t going to work.

“Next we mate, and I’ll bite you again while we are one.” Judging by the excitement in his voice he was already visualizing it. The obtuse man didn’t even realize that she was close to panicking.

She stopped pacing to glare at him. “Is this biting thing going to become a habit for you?”