Mated to the Alien Commander (iManifest #2)

by Jessie Knight

“Ms. Kilic, I want a wife. And a child.” I raise my brows. “You want me to be the nanny to your future child?” “No Ms. Kilic, I want you to be my wife, and I want you to bear me a child.”

“No. I would never have a child and give it to someone else to raise.” His dark eyes meet mine. He knew I’d say this.

The next morning, I sign the nondisclosure agreement with trembling fingers. It’s a lengthy contract spelling out the details of our arrangement. I look up at him after I sign it, my heart beating fast. I just signed my life away, and I’ll never be able to talk about it with anyone. “Don’t doubt yourself, I would have done the same if I was you.”

“Of course. Tarken is my first name, Tark is my nickname. But Mr. Sinclaire is also a hot way to address me, I like the idea of being your boss.”

part my lips, and he places the strawberry with cream onto my tongue. The sweet velvety taste of strawberry and cream fills my mouth. A little bit drips down the side of my lips, and he catches it with his finger and touches it to his tongue, his steely blue eyes never leaving mine. “I brought you back here, so we could talk privately, Ayelin. Just me and you.”

Our kisses are desperate, hungry, like two people starved for love. He unbuttons his shirt and I place my hands on his back, muscles rippling beneath my palms. He may be old enough to be my father, but he’s so hot.

“I want you to take me.” He spreads my thighs wider, mounts me, and pushes the tip of his thick cock inside my tight entrance. “Oh.” I moan, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He sinks inside me, his dick, heavy and huge, stretching me to the limit on the inside.

“You’re young, mistakes happen.” She shrugs as if she knows what she’s talking about, and gives me an empathetic smile. “Give it a little time, Mr. Sinclaire is a good man. He takes care of his people. Whatever is troubling you will be far away by tonight. Mark my words.”

wrap my arms around his neck, heart pounding. I’m not sure if this is love or lust or some combination thereof, but this thing has me spiraling into him dangerously. I pull back and stare at him for a moment. I want him so bad, like he’s a drug or something, but having his baby still scares the bejeezus out of me. A kid is forever, and I’m only eighteen.

“No need to whisper. No one is around, Ayelin. No one’s going to see me fucking you like I’m a beast in heat.” His cock is ramrod stiff, the pressure inside me, nearly unbearable. He’s so big, I can hardly take him, almost like he’s moving my organs around in there. “How do you like that, Ayelin? Nice and hard for your pussy.” His fingers keep playing at my clit, until I can’t take it anymore. “I’m cumming. Oh. OH! I’M CUMMING!” I ream off into a state of extreme bliss, his cock pounding me.

I hop up before he can get to me and look from him to the craft. “The pill. Oh, god, it’s the pill.” I groan. “Holy fuck, this is bending my mind right now.”

I’m in a deep purple, pink light with Tarken, an immense joy overtaking us as we hold between us what I can only describe as a ball of light formed from our union. It feels like the creation of our baby.