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  His To Mate

  A Post-Apocalyptic Alien Overlord Romance

  Selina Coffey

  Summer Cooper

  Copyright © Lovy Books Ltd, 2019

  Selina Coffey and Summer Cooper have asserted their right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the authors of this work.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Personal Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  About the Author

  Personal Note

  Hey there,

  Thank you so much for buying my book.

  Selina

  1

  What was the date?

  Some month, some day, 2025. Was it the end of April? Or maybe it was May? It could even possibly be July.

  Ann searched around in her brain, calculated weeks and months, but still couldn’t think of what the exact date might be. It didn’t really matter, she supposed, but it would be nice to have an idea. Then she could calculate… things.

  She rested her elbows on the fine mahogany secretary in the study and put her head in her hands. She could always make a new calendar up or go by the one that Rager and his people brought with them.

  “What are you up to in here, Ann?” Rager’s voice cut into her thoughts and she turned with a smile.

  “I’m trying to figure out what today is. I’ve lost track of the date, somehow.” She held her face up for his kiss and paused when he stroked her cheek with his thumb. He had on his uniform still, but the gloves were gone, and she felt the smooth touch of his skin against hers with delight.

  Those orange eyes of his glowed for a second before the flare died down and he smiled. “Why do you need to know what the date is?”

  “I don’t, really. I just like to keep track of things and knowing the date helps with that.”

  “What kind of things?” The cat-like eyes that so distracted her narrowed now and traced down to her lips.

  “Like when the plants will produce food, when it might start cooling off. Will it cool off?” She stopped checking things off on her fingers and tilted her head. “Has what you’ve done changed the climate in a permanent way? Will it always be this warm or will we have seasons?”

  “There will be seasons, just like there will be tides. Things won’t be exactly the same as they were before your cataclysm, but they will be… similar.” He finally moved away and went to sit on the black leather sofa in front of the fireplace. They kept the fires going out of habit from the cold days, and because it helped drive up electricity consumption.

  The newly restored power plants produced far too much electricity. So, they’d all been advised to burn fires in at least one room and to keep the air conditioners on. Ann liked the fires, because it was a tie to their old life, to the days when survival was all that mattered. She went to the fire now, to stir the glowing embers that had once been trees into a pile before she put new wood on to catch alight instantly.

  “Good, I like having seasons.” She felt the familiar tug to go back to where he stood, to wheedle her way into his embrace if she had to. She’d learned to control it, a little, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was little more than a puddle at his feet. That’s what happened every single day since they’d married.

  She craved him like she craved air, and it was far more than just a momentary need that could be soothed with a soft touch or a kiss. She had this drive, this instinct to take everything from him that she could, while she gave everything she had in return. He felt it too, although he was a lot better at hiding it than she was.

  “What are we having for dinner tonight?” he asked as he came up behind her.

  She stood up, smoothed down the lines of the dark blue linen dress she wore, a creation that swirled flirtatiously around her ankles, and tilted her head back to look up at him. “A vegetarian dish I found in an old recipe book. It looks really good, and we had all of the ingredients, so I asked that to be made for us.”

  “Hm, alright. That would use fewer resources than constantly relying on meat, I suppose.” He went to the area behind the sofa and poured himself a glass of scotch. “Want one?”

  “No, thank you. I haven’t eaten in a while; it will go straight to my head.”

  “Maybe I want it to, my sweet.” He looked over at her with that smirky glint in his eye, and she knew his control had slipped.

  “Not before dinner.” She gave him a mock glare and went back to the secretary to sit down. It was all part of the game, however. To test him, to see how long he could resist before he took her, the way he wanted to. The way she wanted him to.

  “Fine, not before dinner.” He stretched out the long length of his legs before he crossed them at the ankles. “But as soon as dinner has finished…”

  Ann glanced at him from beneath her lashes, a smug smile on her lips. “As soon as dinner has finished.”

  “Good. Now, how is your family?” He let his head fall back on the couch as if he didn’t really care, but she could see by the way his head tilted towards her that he did. He was just a very tired man.

  “They’re fine.” She had gone back to see her mother earlier in the day, but she hadn’t seen Rex or Amanda, only her mother. “She’s had the tomato plants put in and she’s got plans for more. We’ll have vegetables coming out of our ears before long.”

  Ann picked her pen back up and began to draw lines on a blank sheet of paper. Seven columns, four rows, that’s all she needed for now. How to start though? She thought about it for a moment, tapped the edge of the pen against her jaw, and then wrote in the day her last period happened, two weeks ago. Which meant she was due for another one in two more weeks.

  I’m not stupid, she thought, as she looked down at her calendar. She knew what the rhythm method was, and how to calculate when she could become pregnant. The problem was, she had no way to prevent it at the moment, other than that method. When you couldn’t say no, because your body wouldn’t let you, well, the chances were high that she’d become pregnant quickly.

  Was she pregnant even now? Surely, not. She’d like to get to know the man a little before they made it to that stage. With a sigh, she looked down at the paper. She knew her duty to this alien overlord was to breed, that was her sole purpose, really. Trying to deny that would just be stupid. Something she wasn’t.

  If it happened, it happened, she decided, and put the paper in the fire. If only she felt as cavalier as that though. Her face twisted and for a moment, she thought she might cry. Maybe she didn’t need to know the date so much, after all.

  “What’s wrong, Ann?” Rager aske
d from behind her, and she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. With a twist of her neck and a roll of her eyes, the tears that had threatened were gone and she turned to him with a smile on her face.

  “Just a headache that some food will cure. Shall we head to the dining room?” She had to pretend she was eager for food, but her hunger for him was something she didn’t have to fake at all. As soon as their eyes met, it was there between them, hot and alive. But on hold. Until they’d had their dinner. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she linked her arms with his when he stood.

  “If the food doesn’t cure it, I know something that might.” His words were a silky whisper above her ear, and she leaned into his shoulder.

  “Hm, I bet you do.” She turned to face him, a flirtatious smile in place. “But food first.”

  They walked together, hand in hand, to the dining room. Five years ago, any other 20-year-old American woman would be freaking out about being forced to marry an alien. Especially one that had come to her in her dreams before she’d even met him. But that was five years, and an entirely different world, ago. She’d survived the Earth’s greatest cataclysm since humanity first learned to stand upright. She’d lived in a bunker and watched as a new ice age came, then went, in the blink of an eye.

  Since they’d left their home all those years ago, Ann had learned to adjust, to think on her feet, and most importantly, to adapt. Sometimes that was the best direction to go in, to wait and see, to go with the flow instead of fighting against the tide. It didn’t hurt that Rager was drop-dead gorgeous with a talent for all things… pleasurable.

  Ann’s smile went from a mask to hide her real thoughts to one of honest desire. She glanced at him as they sat down at the table and a wolf servant came in to fill their glasses with cold water. A bottle of wine sat at Rager’s elbow, already opened and ready to pour. She glanced around the now familiar room.

  It was softly lit, full of dark woods and antique luxury, a dining room that could host a statesman or a celebrity. The table filled the room, a massive thing that she could climb on and crawl across for a few feet before she got to the end. Or to her mate.

  Her eyes flicked to Rager and she felt the heat that now made her cheeks glow. He’d created a monster within her, one that was hungry, even when it was asleep. For a few minutes he could fill that monster, put it to rest, but it didn’t take long before the monster was hungry again.

  She’d had no idea that thoughts of sex could fill your head so very much. Before she’d started to dream about him, she’d sometimes had sex dreams, and she’d had the occasional fantasy about Rex, but she hadn’t been so… hungry. Her need for him was more than want, it was a real need, something that sometimes distracted her, even when she was busy.

  “You know if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to eat, don’t you? And I’m very hungry, my dear.” His deep voice was soft, yet she could still hear the gravelly huskiness of it.

  Her heart skipped a beat and she looked at him, brown eyes met orange, and before she knew it, she was on her feet and doing just what she’d thought about a moment ago. She crawled along the table until her face was right in front of his. The monster inside had broken free and rather than subservient, she felt incredibly powerful.

  With a careful hand, she pushed the wine behind her, along with his tableware and the glass. Carefully, she moved until her feet were on the arms of his chair. With a teasingly lifted brow, she brought her gaze to his, despite the blush on her cheeks, and leaned back on her right hand. “Then we can’t let you go hungry now, can we?”

  “Oh. Indeed, we can’t.” His tongue flicked across his lips and his eyes went down. “I won’t go hungry at all with that pretty pussy to eat, will I?”

  “I don’t think you will.”

  He tapped a device on his arm and gave an order. “Hold dinner until I say otherwise.”

  To her surprise, Rager pushed his chair back to make room and dropped to his knees in front of her. With a guttural grunt, he pulled her legs up close to his head, until she was situated just right for his attention. She felt his hot breath first, along her right thigh, before it wafted over her damp skin. She was always ready for him; this moment was no different.

  “Show me what you want, Ann. Guide me. Take what you want.” His orange eyes were two flames in his face, and they drew her in.

  “I want…” her bravado faltered, and she swallowed hard. He’d said to show him. Her left hand came up and reached for his hair.

  He’d never been cruel to her. He’d never hurt her. The idea that this was a test, that he’d take her hand in his in anger was silly. He’d never given her reason to even think that thought. Another hard swallow and she let her fingers tighten in his dark hair before she guided his head… down.

  “Here, I want you here.” Her voice was ragged, laced with desire and fear as her heart raced in her chest.

  “Then that’s what you shall have, Ann.” His lips played over her delicate skin as he spoke, and her hips jerked to meet the promised touch. “Mm, you smell delicious, Ann.”

  His tongue flicked out and lapped at her skin, a slide of wet heat that made her breath catch in her chest. She couldn’t stop the low moan that started deep in her chest, a sound of deep pleasure. When his tongue curled around that blissful spot that made her toes curl against the chair, she fell back against the table and jutted her hips so that his tongue would press harder against it.

  “Right there, don’t move, just,” Ann paused as he did something that made her nails clench against the cold, hard surface of the oak table. “Don’t stop.”

  She heard the sound of his satisfaction at her response and felt the hum of it as a new thrill against her sensitive skin. He had only touched her there, but already the world had zoomed into nothing more than him, her, and his tongue on her clit.

  There were no more words as he worked her expertly, with no fumbled caresses, only the sure touch of a man that knew exactly what he was doing. Her hips started to dance in time with his tongue, and that ache started to work into her blood, into every organ in her body as she waited, just there. She only needed a moment longer, she thought, and realized she was holding her breath.

  Just one more second, was her last thought as she took a deep breath and the world became nothing more than liquid pleasure that rolled throughout her body straight into her brain. She gasped his name as her back arched off the table. She couldn’t help it, her body moved by instinct alone as it reached to prolong that second of euphoria. She gasped when another wave shook her, and her body twisted when it came yet again. She’d wanted to show him who was in control, she wanted to break his control, but as she rode yet another wave to that dark place that only real pleasure can take you to, she knew she had lost.

  Rager was the one in control, and nothing could change that. Good thing she didn’t mind being the loser, she thought with a satisfied grin.

  2

  Ann woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. Rager’s attentions had kept her up until the late hours, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to be today. The servants had their assigned duties, she had no appointments, and the day was hers. After a long, hard night, some time in a hot bubble bath with a book was all she really wanted.

  She stretched as she thought about what she’d order for breakfast and looked over to Rager’s pillows when her hand brushed against something. It was a white box with a red bow and a smile twitched her lips. A present?

  She sat up and pulled the ribbon apart to open the box. Her mouth dropped open when she saw what it was. A piece of paper fell out to reveal an MP3 player, new earbuds, and a charger! A soft shriek of happiness filled the air as she put the earbuds in and hit play. It didn’t matter which song played first, all that mattered was hearing something that she knew. She pressed a button on her nightstand to let the kitchen staff know she was up and to bring her coffee while she settled back into the pillows.

  It was one of he
r favorite songs by a band called the Ozones. They’d only just made it big the year the world went to hell so she was a little surprised to hear it on there, but she’d had it on her old player so it shouldn’t be a surprise really. They’d been massive, after all. She started to scroll through the songs on the player, much more expensive than hers had been.

  “This is my memory card!” she said softly, but out loud. “He must have put it in here.”

  She dug around the covers until she found the piece of folded paper. Maybe it was a note.

  “If you carried this thing around for all these years, the music on it must mean a lot to you. I really like some of it. Have a good day, my sweet.”

  Her heart melted a little at that. She’d promised herself she’d stop comparing Rex and Rager, but damn, sometimes it was hard not to. Rex wouldn’t even share his MP3 player with her. Rager had found her a brand new one and had put her SD card inside of it. It was old technology, but she had loved stuff like that when she was a teenager and she still did, she found as she went to answer the knock at the door and took the tray from the servant there.

  She got back in bed, sipped at her coffee, and then ate her pancakes with a happy smile as Janis Joplin sang about life with a fella named Bobby McGee. It was a song her mom loved, and she’d learned to love it too. Rager had given her this moment of happiness, he didn’t have to, but he was an observant fellow, and he’d wanted to make her smile. He’d more than done that.