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  Alien Bond is a short story sequel to the Alien Attachments series by Sabine Priestley.

  After the fall of their empire, the Sandarians struggled for order and peace, hiding their existence from the people of Earth. Until now. Under the guardianship of the Sandarians, it is a new world where fleets of ships circle the globe to protect the vulnerable human race.

  Kara Heroshi breaks free from a controlling adoptive mother to begin a new life in London. She is both captivated and fearful of the alien Sandarian ship shining above the skyline of London—a beacon of power and allure.

  Torril Anantha struggles to acclimate himself to life on Earth. The frailty of humanity disturbs him. But when one black-haired beauty ensnares his senses as well as his heart, he finally faces the difficult truth—his psi-mate is human.

  While Kara is lured by the seductive Sandarian male, can she overcome her fears of being controlled and solidify the bond with Torril—the alien who is fated as her one true mate?

  Warning: Hot and steamy content intended for 18+

  CHAPTER ONE

  Kara Heroshi leaned back in the lawn chair and let the sun warm her skin. There was nothing, right here and now, to suggest the lives of humankind had recently changed forever.

  London’s Hyde Park hummed with tourists and locals. And them too, no doubt. She winced as two small children bolted past, nearly knocking over her soda. Their mothers followed a few paces behind, not bothering to reprimand them.

  Kara adjusted her chair to sit upright so she could eat her lunch. Everything about the park looked so normal. She reached for her hotdog and took a moment to savor the flavor. “God, these are good. Evil, but delicious.” She was a purist, relish and mustard—perfect. Her friend Zoe, who’d taken her under wing when Kara arrived in England, preferred to desecrate hers with chili and onions. Kara wrinkled her nose. There was no accounting for some people’s taste.

  They weren’t the only ones who’d decided Hyde Park was the place to be. One did not waste a sunny autumn day in London stuck indoors. Kara pulled a strand of hair out of her mouth and held it up. The once brilliant red had faded. Time for a color change. She eyed the hairs critically. Definitely not mustard yellow. Maybe purple this time. She sucked off the offending condiment and tucked the hair behind her ear.

  The vibrant greens of summer had faded into autumn. This was the time of year when you soaked up the sun at every opportunity.

  “Hard to believe it’s been almost a year,” Kara said.

  “Do you see any?” Zoe stopped to let a dab of chili fall to the ground between her feet.

  Kara laughed. “Classy, Zo, very classy.”

  Zoe shrugged.

  “I think there were a few by the arch on our way in.” Kara swept her hair up in a high pony tail to get it out of the way. “Hard to be sure.”

  “I never thought I’d feel sorry for beautiful people,” Zoe said.

  “They can’t all be so good looking.”

  “Every one I’ve seen has been.”

  “Still,” Kara said, licking her fingers, “I had a guy the other night at Shepherd Market tell me I looked like a Sandarian.”

  Zoe snorted. “That’s got to be the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

  Kara fixed her friend with a wide-eyed glare. “I told him that’s because I was. You should have seen the look on his face. He so wanted to believe it.”

  “You’d think your Steampunk attire would have been enough to clue him in.”

  “Please,” Kara said. “First of all, he wasn’t that bright, and second, Steampunk rocks. It’s only a matter of time before they try and join our awesomeness.” A bit of relish dropped from her lips and landed in the middle of her cleavage. “Nice.” She fished it out and flicked it onto the grass. “Can you imagine one of their ship’s captains decked out in Steampunk garb?”

  Zoe burst out laughing, sending bits of chili flying.

  “Class act, Zo.”

  “Your fault,” Zoe said. “But that would be totally awesome.”

  “I know, right? Can’t you just see it?”

  They laughed, and again Kara thought how weird it was to feel so normal. People still asked, and would probably ask for the next generation, “So where were you?” It was the conversation starter, the ice breaker, and the common ground all humans claimed. A little over a year ago, the now famous Cavacent clan had made their presence known. First to governments around the world, and then to all mankind. They came from a planet called Sandaria and told of a fallen empire. As though ripped from a science fiction novel, they spoke of a Galactic Trade Organization, an interstellar military, and other alien worlds. They claimed to have been guarding Earth for hundreds of years with an elite team called Earth Protectors. EPs for short. The entire clan had relocated to Earth some fifteen years ago. They made it clear that without their presence, Earth, or at least the humans living here, would have been wiped out long ago. And then the refugees came. They’d lived on starships that had hovered outside of major cities around the world. Proof of human’s inferior technology and their own peaceful intentions. After the first year, the ships had retreated to orbits around Earth, and while many Sandarians only visited the surface, more and more had moved down permanently. They were beautiful, rich, and possessed powers humans could only dream of. Something called psi. They could move things, and directly interface with technology using only their minds. Crazy shit like that.

  Kara finished her hotdog and leaned back into the public lawn chair. They’d be stored for the winter soon. She unzipped her boots and pulled them off, setting them next to her. They were tame by Steampunk standards, ankle-high black leather with brass wheels and cogs attached. It was a work day after all. She stretched her legs out and flexed her feet. Her red mini-skirt and tailored black button-up shirt gave a strong impression without being obnoxious. As an editor for a London independent paper, she could only go so far, unlike Zoe, who worked two floors up for a marketing company where creativity ruled. Kara cherished the weekends when she and Zoe vied for the coolest outfit.

  “What time is it?” Kara asked, eyes closed. The warmth of the sun on her face felt like heaven.

  “Twelve thirty-five,” Zoe said.

  “Another ten minutes, and I’ll need to head back.”

  “Me, too.” Zoe inhaled sharply. “Kara, look.”

  Kara opened her eyes a fraction. Shit. “I saw them on the news a few nights ago. That poor woman. Can you imagine?”

  “Poor woman? Are we talking about the same thing here? She’s bonded,” Zoe made quotation marks with her fingers, “with a perfect male specimen, who—”

  “Alien.” Kara ground out the word.

  “Fine, alien, who happens to be beyond gorgeous.”

  “They can’t all be beautiful.”

  “I know that.” Zoe elbowed her. “Will you let me finish? She’s bonded to this perfect being, which apparently entails pleasure like nothing we’ve ever experienced. No contact required, although it’s supposedly better if they do touch, and”—Zoe held up a finger to shush her—“it lasts a lifetime.”

  Kara sat up and shoved her foot into a boot, then grabbed the other one. “Bonded. Lasts a lifetime. Sounds like slavery to me.”

  Zoe followed suit and got her things together. “Hey, I know independence is a big thing for you, given your dragon mother and all, but everything I’ve read says this bond is amazing. Look at them. They scream happy.”

  The brunette clutched the alien’s arm and laughed at something he said. They stopped and kissed before continuing on.

  Kara grabbed her bag and stood. “Yeah, well, let’s check back with them in six months. No way that kind of control is going to be healt
hy in the long run.”

  “Who says it’s control? If it’s mutual, no one is in control,” Zoe said.

  Kara gave Zoe a hand up before heading out of the park. “How can anything be mutual with an alien? They’re not even human, remember?”

  “That report on their DNA said that—“

  “Doesn’t matter. They came from the fricken stars. Landed ships all across the globe. That’s not human, regardless of what they look like.”

  They were approaching Bayswater Road when Kara’s skin flushed warm from top to bottom. She stopped and glanced down. It felt as though she’d been dipped into a hot tub. It was a warm day, but not this warm. Her body tingled before the feeling settled between her legs. Shallow breaths shuddered in her lungs as her entire body quivered on the verge of an orgasm. Oh, no.

  Zoe’s voice echoed in the background, impossibly far away and unintelligible. Kara blinked as her vision blurred then narrowed to a single point. Images of the news broadcast containing the “happy couple” flashed across her mind.

  “It was brilliant,” the brunette had gushed at the anchorwoman. “I was shopping with my mates, and we were looking at this great outfit when all of a sudden I…well…” The woman had laughed nervously and blushed. The perfect man next to her had taken her hand and finished for her. “The bond started.”

  “Yes,” the brunette had continued. “I had tunnel vision. All I could see was him. Literally.” The couple had shared a private laugh, and the anchorwoman had flung some more questions at them.

  Pleasure pulsated through her. No, please no. She fought for control, body tensing. She turned her head to the left and locked eyes with a man across the street. He, too, stood still. And he was perfect. And totally wrong. Over six feet and broad shouldered, he wore a suit that had to be custom tailored. He looked like a banker or a billionaire. Not the kind of man to be seen with a woman with fading red dye in her hair and Steampunk boots.

  He had black hair and a five o’clock shadow that accentuated perfectly sensuous lips.

  They’re all perfect.

  His steel blue eyes poured into her soul.

  Pleasure mixed with panic held her captive. I will not be controlled again.

  The look of shock on his face turned to one of joy. When he smiled, the effect was deeply physical. Kara’s body hummed, and she balanced on a thin wire.

  “Beautiful.” His voice echoed in her head, enticing her to go to him. He took a step toward her, a euphoric look on his face. “Is she mine?”

  Terror ripped through her and broke the spell. She saw the recognition on his face before she reeled around, grabbed her head with both hands, and bolted back the way she’d come. Only she wasn’t bolting. She struggled with every step, like she’d done in her dreams as a child, trying to escape her mother’s iron grip. Trying to run but only moving in slow motion. Panic engulfed her. Breathe, Kara. Taking one step at a time, she focused on the tips of her black boots. Her body started coming off the crazy high, and her vision returned. Her movements became easier the farther she went.

  “Kara, what the hell’s wrong?” Zoe’s voice. “What are you doing? You’re going the wrong way. Kara!” Zoe grabbed her arm. “Shit, girl. Are you having a stroke?”

  Kara shook her head. “Keep walking, Zo. I have to get out of here.” Her head spun. The park was no longer anywhere near normal, and she tried, without success, to reign in her thoughts. This can’t be happening. Her chest tightened, and her heart pounded. No. I am not yours. Bastard. She tried to get a grip. Like the Brits said, “Keep calm and carry on.” She let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then forced herself to take a deep breath.

  “Kara?”

  The worry in her friend’s voice allowed her to focus.

  “What’s happening? You’re pale as a ghost, and I’m pretty sure you stopped breathing back there.”

  “Zoe, I…” Kara shot a glance behind her. The man was nowhere to be seen. Her shoulders loosened a fraction. She lowered her voice and leaned in a little closer. “I… Just now…” She couldn’t form the words. If she said it out loud, it would be real. “I think I’m getting sick. I need to go home.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Three days later Kara sat at her desk, red pen in hand. Every second of every day she watched and waited, wondering if he would show up. She’d made herself crazy trying to stay busy and not think about the alien. She’d dyed her hair a brilliant blue. Twice. The nights were worse. When she did manage to sleep, she dreamt of being in his arms. The euphoria of his touch and the fear of being trapped had combined into a magnificent nightmare. She had bolted awake last night. He’d been on top of her, slamming into her, making her come and suffocating her all at once. She shivered at the memory, her body betraying her. Picking up the nearly whole, and now rock-hard, bagel, she threw it into the trash. After a bite or two, food had lost its appeal.

  She focused on her anger. It gave her the feeling of control she desperately needed. She played out a rapid fire tap-tap-tap with her pen on a notepad. Anger was better than the fear that threatened to overcome her.

  Maybe I imagined it. Her traitorous body said otherwise. She was in a constant state of arousal. Her vibrator was on the second set of batteries in three days, and at the rate she was going, they weren’t going to last long either. The relief gained from her orgasms gave short-lived respite. She considered buying stock in Duracell.

  “Oi, Heroshi.” Her boss’s coarse British accent snapped her out of her reverie. “Got an edit for you.” He addressed everyone by their last name. Probably didn’t even know the rest. His head tilted as he eyed her up and down. “What’s the matter wif you? You look like hell. Out partying again?”

  “Always the thoughtful one, aren’t you, Mac?” She took the folder and dropped it next to a stack of papers.

  “You know it, luv. Look, if you’re sick, go home. We don’t need the germs around here. I can give that to O’Conner.” He reached for the folder, but Kara slapped her hand on top of it.

  “Don’t worry. I got it. Just haven’t been able to sleep lately. Insomnia. No parties.” She gave him her best this-conversation-is-over glare and waited for him to leave.

  He hovered a moment longer, grunted, and returned to his office.

  The clock crawled slower with every hour that passed. Her ability to focus diminished as her need for release increased. Kara groaned as she put down her pen and stood.

  Mac sat in his office, feet up on his perpetually cluttered desk. He held the morning’s paper, and something had him laughing. She walked down the hall and slipped into the ladies room. Once the door shut, she bent down and scanned the floor of each stall. Empty. Now that she’d decided not to ignore her desire any longer, her body pulsed with need.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m turning into a pervert. Kara entered the last stall and locked the door. She unbuttoned her jeans and looked around. Hmm… Turning sideways, she separated her legs as much as her jeans allowed and leaned against the metal wall. She caught her breath as the cold surface pressed against her ass. Head back, she closed her eyes and slid her fingers down her abdomen and into her thong. The lacy fabric was damp. I’m always wet now. She let the forbidden image of the alien play on the big screen in her head. Her fingers moved to a rhythm she knew was his. Around and around and a plunge as deep as she could manage. Again and again, letting the tension build. The pleasure rolled in and around between her legs. It toyed with her, bringing her close, then flitting away. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes tight. His face loomed large in her mind.

  So close. Come on. Circle, circle, plunge. Her fingers worked their magic. His magic. Tendrils of intense pleasure shot outward from the wetness between her legs. The big screen played on in her head. He stood in front of her, his hand doing this to her body. He leaned closer to nibble that spot behind her ear, and it sent her over the edge. Her knees quivered, and she muffled a groan as the orgasm rolled over and through her. She reached her other hand out
and braced it against the far stall wall. She clamped her spasming pussy around her fingers and let the feelings play on. Never had she been able to come this quickly, and never without a vibrator. Her rapid breath slowed, and she withdrew her hand when the door to the ladies room opened.

  Shit. She reached over and flushed the toilet, then quickly buttoned up her jeans. Her legs trembled from straining at the awkward position and threatened to dump her on the floor. She braced herself against the wall and took a deep breath. Once she heard the stall door close, she made a dash for the sink, washed her hands, and got out of there.

  Kara had managed to be productive for another thirty minutes when Mac’s door swung open. Still in a humorous mood, he marched out with his jacket flung over one arm and the newspaper in the other. He had a way of being noisy even when he wasn’t speaking. “We live in interesting times, Heroshi. Interesting times.” He flung the paper on her desk and left, presumably for lunch. It was his daily ritual. He would read the paper and dump it on her when he had finished. Worked for her. She never had to buy a paper.

  At a quarter till one, she felt like she could actually eat for once. She picked up her cell and called Zoe. “Hey, you free for lunch?”

  “Yes. I’ve been ringing, you know.” The equal parts concern and annoyance in her voice was loud and clear. “Your little texts saying you’re just fine are starting to freak me out. How are you? Have you been ill?”

  Kara paused a beat. “Yeah. Kind of. Zo, I need to talk. Meet me downstairs? I’ll buy.”

  “Sure. I’ll be right down.”

  Kara stuffed the paper into her purse and headed for the elevators. Downstairs, the lobby bustled with people coming and going for lunch.

  Zoe appeared at her side and took her arm in hers, leading her out into a cold but clear day. “Nothing personal, Kara, but you look like crap.”