She was content and truly happy for the first time in a long time, as the Big Kru’ell One made love to her in the only way he could, and attempted to make her pregnant.
One day as they finished a long, luxurious breeding session and Kane was still buried deep in her pussy, Alli admitted to herself she never wanted this time to end. Resting her head against his broad, bare chest, she began to wonder about staying on with Kane after her month was up.
Am I crazy? she wondered. Do I have Stockholm Syndrome? Or am I addicted to his Sting?
Maybe you’re just falling in love with him, whispered a little voice in her head.
Alli frowned—that couldn’t be. But how could she help having some feelings for a man who had unearthed her deepest desire and was doing everything in his power to give it to her? Not to mention the fact that the sex truly was mind-blowing—and certainly nothing at all like what she had with her fiancé.
Comparing her love-making with Douglas to her time with Kane was like comparing a child’s finger painting to the work of the great Masters or contrasting a simple tune to a symphony played by a full orchestra. Or maybe it was more like the difference between fast food and a gourmet meal. The point was, her fiancé simply couldn’t hold a candle to her captor.
Every time he entered her, Kane looked into her eyes and kept her in the moment with him so that Alli never felt the need to fantasize. He spoke softly in that deep, gravelly voice of his, telling her all the erotic things he wanted to do to her, telling her how much he desired her, making her feel like the only woman in the universe for him. Sometimes he tied her to the bed, blindfolded her, and teased and tasted her for hours before letting her come. And he never let her forget that he found her beautiful and sexy and gorgeous and perfect just the way she was.
Contrast all that with Douglas’s once-a-week pump, squirt, roll over and snore routine, and there was no contest.
Alli tried to imagine her life if she stayed with the big Kru’ell One—living in his floating space fortress, eventually having a baby—maybe more than one. But how would she educate them? What kind of life would this be for a child?
Humans were a subjugated race in this universe—would her children also be subjugated or would they have the status of their father? And could she really allow herself to love a member of the race who had taken over the entire Earth and made humans into their slaves and concubines?
She wanted to broach these ideas with Kane, but before she could, he read her thoughts.
“It would never work, baby,” he murmured, looking into her eyes and shaking his head ruefully. “You can’t stay with me. My kind don’t bond. We can’t.”
Alli frowned. “Can’t or won’t?”
“We don’t,” he emphasized. “The Overlord has forbidden it. And there are…other reasons as well.”
“What reasons?” Alli insisted, frowning,
Kane shook his head. He was silent for a moment, and when he spoke, he didn’t answer her question.
“Because I can’t bond with you, I would eventually have to take another concubine to feed on. You would hate me for that. And you can’t leave your normal life and your work for me. You’d be unhappy eventually and hate me even more for taking you away from everything that you know.”
“I suppose so.” Alli looked down at her hands. She hadn’t thought about the possibility of the two of them staying together in such stark terms. Hadn’t understood all the obstacles in the way. “I guess I thought I was different from your other concubines,” she said, still not looking at him. “I hoped I was special to you.”
“You are—so damn special!”
Kane lifted her chin, looking intensely into her eyes. For a moment the mirror sheen of his own flickered and Alli thought she saw Kane—the real Kane—looking back at her instead of just reflecting her face and her desires.
“Alli,” he said roughly. “I don’t want to let you go…but I have to. Please, try to understand.”
“I understand.” She looked away, not wanting him to see the tears that were stinging her eyes. “It’s fine. I need to go back anyway. I…” She lifted her chin. “I’m getting married soon. Well, if Douglas still wants me when I get back.”
“He’d be a fool not to,” Kane growled, his eyes flashing. “Gods, I hate sending you back to that idiot. He doesn’t deserve you!”
“Well, you don’t want me—not permanently, anyway,” Alli snapped her hurt and sorrow turning to anger. “What am I to you, Kane—just a meal? And once you’ve finished with me you’ll go looking for some other woman to feed on?”