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A Union of Convenience II	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 6268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� Ali�shir pushed Isis
against the lift wall with a thud, his hands hungrily smoothing over her
breasts and hips. He devoured her mouth with his, tongue lashing lewdly with
hers, his teeth scraping her lips. Isis� eyes
started to roll, her body whispering to her mind to forget the reason she came
back, but her head would not be so easily swayed. She tore away with a moan,
her breathing heavy.
�� We have to talk,� she gasped.
�� Of course,� Ali�shir nodded
absentmindedly, slipping his hands under her skirt to grab her ass. They would
do anything she desired after she
gave him what he needed. What he longed for.

�� The doors to the lift opened and he
backed out, fisting the cheeks of her ass to bring the woman with him. As they
entered the huge foyer, attached by their mouths, Isis
began to twist, struggling to pull down her bunched up gown. In the male�s
opinion, her modesty could not have picked a more horrible time to rear its
head.
�� Ali�shir wound the end of the dress
in his fist and ripped the already tattered bottom away. She looked up at him
with surprise and ire, but he purred against her body, shaking her entire being
with the lascivious sound.
�� Relax female, we are home,� he
rumbled. �There is no one here but you and I.�
�� Isis
looked up as he continued kissing her, moving down the line of her neck. She
could not believe where they stood was all meant for one person. There were
many wide cavernous rooms, pearly coloured and etched with stories and fables,
each fanning out from the massive foyer. It was entirely to large for just
Ali�shir who she knew preferred the solace of his room�but then again, it
wasn�t meant for just him. Especially the oversized master bedroom he brought
her inside of. Every Lead Elder had a mate.
�� ...We are home...�
�� She heard his words echo in her head
and Isis� hands slid down his arms as she
moved to unhook his claw like grip on her bottom. She turned away, fully
intending on putting some distance between them before pouring out the words that
sat so heavily on her chest, when Ali�shir seized her again.
�� In an instant, thick, muscled arms
folded round her, enveloping her in the hot heavy scent of his musk as he
pulled her into a crushing embrace against his chest. With a possessive growl he
smoothed her cheek with his own, dragging the textured skin covered protrusions
of his face along her neck and cheek before resting his jaw atop her neatly
shorn head.
�� I cannot tell you how long I have
wanted to do this,� he murmured against her throat, nipping at the new scars
there. �I missed your scent.�
�� Isis
took his hands with hers, trying to pry him away. �Then why didn�t you?� she asked
softly. Just as easily as he came back to enlist her help, he could have come
back for her. She would have gone. �All you would have had to do was ask.�
�� Ali�shir took the hands around his
wrist and laced his fingers with them. Isis
gasped feeling him squeezing her firmly and growling into the skin of her neck.
Her eyes rolled again as his teeth scratched at her shoulder, his tongue
licking at her exposed throat.
�� Do not make me explain, Isis.�
�� Don�t avoid the que�ugh!�
�� Ali�shir bit down on her shoulder
with a grunt and Isis� eyes rolled to shut. Her
body shook to feel his teeth sink deeper, nicking bone as he clamped down.
Instinct told the male to mark what was his, to stake his irreversible claim so
he tore at her with his teeth, patterning her skin with the unique and intimate
mark.
�� Blood rolled over the slender curve of
her shoulder and Isis shivered to feel the
bumpy texture of his tongue slide up the ruby rivulets, licking away the
precious fluid. He laved her flesh all the way to her chin and a moan escaped
her trembling lips.
�� This was not what she neither wanted
nor intended to do when she followed him up to his floor but she felt powerless
to stop it now. His hands travelled over the curves of her body with a throaty
rumble that made her breath catch and left chaos pulsing between her thighs.
Her body ached for him, twisted in hallow pangs of agony when his skin brushed
against everything but that which grew wet in anticipation of his attention.
�� Defeated by her own body, Isis parted her legs in a stance, bracing herself against
his chest as she reclined, linking her arms around his neck. Ali�shir�s hands ran up the length of her body, slipping
over her breasts to turn her head.
�� She fisted her hands in his locks
and inhaled deep as his mouth pressed against her, kissing her. Slowly and deeply. Profoundly exploring her mouth without
rush, sliding his thick tongue past her lips, teasing the underside of her own
with its curled tip. At the same time, she felt his hands slide round her waist
and hips, cupping her breasts, squeezing them once before lifting her higher
against him.
�� Damn you ,
Ali�shir...�
�� Isis
quietly hissed against his mouth. As good as she felt, she hoped he would take
her quickly. Make this distracting interlude short and sweet so they could get
down to business, but the intense and impatient fury he had in the recovery
room, the ravenous lust she relied on, was gone. Vaporised
into thin air.
�� Ali�shir slowly perused her body
with his hands and mouth, taking his time, casually familiarising and
reacquainting himself with the feel and taste of her. Not that any bit of her
besides her mind seemed to care and even then, that objecting piece of her
began to turn away from reason.
�� A strong fist tugged at the straps
of her dress and the closures on her shoulders sprang open. Isis
watched in silence as what was left of her pitifully tattered dress slid over
her hips to her feet. Naked and pressed against the male still, she bit her lip
to feel him pull at his own clothing. The tunic he heaved over his head, scraped
up her exposed back, the leather belt that circled his narrow hips smacked at
her bottom as it was unbuckled.
�� Ali�shir stepped forward and
prattled low in his throat to hear her breathy moan. She felt his heavy
erection slide between the cheeks of her ass and watched it poke between her
parted thighs. Her arms linked behind his head again as he pressed her flat
against his chest, rocking his straining flesh back and forth between her legs,
bumping the ridges of his shaft against her clit.
�� The heavy breathing yautja winced with a hiss. The woman under him sank her
nails into his neck, unintentionally opening the wounds the Roa�l
gave him to arch her back and grind her bottom against him. The motion pained
him some but nothing in his life hurt him like her unwitting teasing.
�� Draped over his chest she moved her
hot centre over his cock. Her nether lips bathed his shaft in her wetness, but
that was about all. The caress amounted to little more than a frustratingly teasing
brushing over his turgid length. Too light and too soft of a
touch for satisfaction. And he would have satisfaction.
�� Down,� he ordered, shoving her toward
the large white pallet in the bedroom�s centre.
�� On all fours Isis
looked over her aching shoulder, watching as the lumbering and raggedly
breathing male put a knee down behind her, then the other. His hand stroked
between her thighs, wetting his fingers in her body as he settled behind her. His
hands spread her cheeks, thumbs stretching her wet and swollen flesh so taught
it shined.
�� His tongue slid inside and Isis bit into the pillows underneath her. Even so, he
could hear her cries, her pleasured cries as he swirled his tongue around her
clit. He pushed deeper inside her and the female trembled against him, her
nails tearing at the sheets. Ali�shir slid his tongue in and out of the tight
hole, amazed at just how sensitive she was there. It made his body tighten to
think of the noises she would make with more than his tongue inside her.
�� Bend,�
�� Isis
heard the hoarsely uttered command as he withdrew from her and complied swiftly.
The curve of her back deepened as her breasts pressed against the covers, her
arms stretching out above her head as if she where worshiping. And crouched on
her knees, waiting anxiously for his next move, she felt as if she were.
�� The position of her body spoke of
her submissiveness to him, her willingness to be what he wanted while receiving
what she so desperately needed in the process. Isis
stretched more, grinding her bottom against him and Ali�shir mercifully slid
his hand between her legs, guiding her up and back, right on to his waiting
erection.
�� They moaned together as the tip
pushed inside. With a gentle thrust, the curve of her bottom pressed against
his lap, fully seating him inside her, enveloping him in her throbbing moist
hold. She rocked on her hands and knees, gently lolling her hips, eliciting
shuddered gasps from the male. Every pass made the muscles of his washboard
stomach tense. The female moved entirely too tenderly, slowly taking him in and
out, little by little, until the male could endure her madness no more.
�� Ali�shir hands clamped on her hips
and Isis grabbed the bed, bunching sheets in
her hands as he drew her back and then jut roughly into her with a roar. He
wanted to take his time with her body, slowly pleasure her while introducing
her to the techniques he had learned in her absence but she would not be still.
Her gentle thrusting provoked him and brought on the punishment she would now
receive.

�� The male�s claws dug into her skin
and Isis bent down further, hissing as he
wedged himself as deep as possible inside her. His weight forced her knees to
spread apart wide, crushed her face against the downy pillows. Panic�s scream
echoed from somewhere deep in her mind that he would smother her, flatten her
completely under his bulk, but it faded as he eased off her.
�� She drew in air, hurrying air into
her starved lungs and held it as he pulled out of her with agonising slowness. As
much as she could move, she did to lift her bottom. Rising up on her tippy-toes to move her hips higher, to hold him just a
little longer, to feel him slide deep inside her that
much more. Each ridge and textured bump of his dick slid against her sensitive
flesh as he brought the polished tip of himself out before thrust home again.
�� And again.
�� And again.
Pumping in and out of her like a slow, heavy and thick piston. Ali�shir widened
her sensitive flesh to fit him again and Isis
welcomed him excitedly.
�� Faster,� she begged, lolling her
hips. �Fuck me faster.�
�� Ali�shir groaned and gripped the
bed, giving her control. There was only so much he could do without fear of
crushing her so he did nothing, letting her take the reins a moment. He held
himself over her bent body, watching her grind roughly against him, moving her
body feverishly back and forth on his cock until it dripped with her wetness.
�� Isis
rushed against him at pace. Her walls held him tight as fist, sucking his hard
flesh back inside with every pump of her hips. Her tight clutch circled round
him tighter and tighter until his balls ached. Then she began to slow, tiring
under the exhausting pace , gaining an irritated growl
from the male above her.
�� Do not stop now!�
�� Isis
yelped to feel Ali�shir forced her down by the neck with a grunt. He was taking
over and held her firmly in place to accept each deep stroke. Keeping her
rhythm, his hips slapped against her round ass with power, forcing puffs of air
from her lips. Isis� eyes closed tightly and
she screamed into the sheets, her cheek sliding against the soft fabric with
each thrust.
�� Her neck ached, holding up all his
weight as he thudded against her bottom. The pain was so intense it bloomed colours behind her tightly shut eyelids, yet still
she did not make a move away from his rough hands. The sensation that steadily
welled within her, growing in intensity finally burst, sending her arching
rigidly against him.
�� That�s it, Isis.�
He crooned feeling her walls contract and jut round him. �Cum
for me.�
�� Isis
gave an agonised moan and pushed hotly back against him, letting the sensation
tremble her entire body. White fire slashed through her as Ali�shir felt
between her legs, pinching her clit. The woman saw bursts of light and
screamed, nearly passing out from the combination of pleasure and pain that
knifed through her. His voice, strangled as it was, was the only thing that
kept her present.
�� Keep cumming...�
he whispered. �Do not stop.�
�� With a moan, Isis
bore down with all her might and Ali�shir growled. He stretched his body over
hers, his hands sliding down her arms, fingers lacing with hers. Between the
pulsing hotness around him and her pleasured sounds, his restraint evaporated. He
gripped her hands tightly as he thrust harder, crushing her under his belly and
the bed, muffling her screams as he came hard.
�� He jut inside her a final time, legs
trembling to stay in position as he emptied himself deep inside her, shooting
stream after steady stream of release. Isis
looked at their tightly laced hands as he jerked and twitched, spilling every
last bit of his seed in her clutch before he moved.

�� Ali�shir fell away from her body and
air cooled her heated flesh. It rushed to fill her nearly starved lungs. She
whimpered to take a deep breath, the first in what seemed like an eternity and
each one after let her senses return to her. She could feel her body again, the
arms and legs twined with the male at her side. She could hear his heavy
panting mingle with her own.
�� Her eyes rolled to focus and Isis lifted her head from the sheets, startled still to
see Ali�shir staring back at her. He lifted his hand, brushing the hair from
her face. His fingers travelled gently from her brow to her cheek, smoothing
the flush curve before lifting her chin, raising her mouth to kiss her. Isis could have died the caress was so tender. He held
her face as he eased to rest besides her, lying against her back, his arm resting
in the curve of her side.
�� A long moment of silence passed
before Isis caught her breath to speak again.
They stayed like that, huddled together in the centre of the expansive bed in
silence until she asked him what they thought themselves doing.
�� I don�t understand the question.�
�� She looked over her shoulder to him.
�Are we pretending again or is this serious?�
�� Do not make me explain,� he purred,
dragging her roughly against him.
�� Isis
whimpered feeling his turgid flesh slide between her legs, tapping against her
clit. Each touch brought a jolt of pleasure and her hips jerked reflexively in
response. She caught herself rocking against him again, steadily working
herself up to climax with gentle thrusts, and then abruptly stopped. Blinking,
she struggled to remember her train of thought.
�� But I need you to explain, Ali.�
�� Explain what?� He murmured against
the nape of her neck. One hand held her hip against him and the other wet the
tip of him between her folds. Isis� hand
stopped him from pressing his erection inside. He groaned throatily to feel her
touch him, even if it was to push him away.
�� Like why you didn�t tell me if I
didn�t show up you�d get your ass kicked by The Ro�al?
Or why you didn�t come back for me? Why you let me go in the first place, or
how about we start at the beginning with why you snapped at me after Yash�in�s sentencing?�
�� Ali�shir gave an angry growl and Isis felt a sudden chill. His arm left her hip and the
bed shook as he moved to lie on his side, facing the opposite direction. Isis looked at the ceiling above her and waited patiently
for him to say something, anything
but he just lay there. Just like the last
time, she thought angrily.
�� What did I do now?� he groaned,
feeling her leave the bed. He was beginning to see a pattern for what happened
after they had a lively round of sex and he did not like it.
�� Nothing,� she said, pulling her
dress over shoulders, �and that�s the
problem.�
�� Where are you going?�
�� Isis
dangled the flight key round her neck, �As far as your ship will take me. I was
out of my mind to even think about
coming back.�
�� Must you be so melodramatic, Isis?�
�� Melodrama would be me kicking,
screaming, fainting... but we are far beyond that. Beyond
hope too.�
�� He clenched his teeth with a snap, she did not know the definition of melodrama
apparently. ��Take a seat, female.�
�� No. I�m done. I�m done with this Clan,
this ship and I�m definitely done with you.�
�� I said take a seat, female.�
�� Isis
turned on a dime, ready to ask him who the hell he thought she was commanding
her like some animal�when she locked eyes with the male. Her blood ran cold in
her veins.
�� Ali�shir�s
pitiless and glittering gaze welled dread in her. The danger in his tone as
well as he commanded her again to sit.
�� Looming over her with his shoulders
hunched, he looked like a wild beast, ready to pounce. Rend her limb from limb.
She suddenly remembered he was not human and his race had no compunction about
killing her kind. Slowly Isis backed away with
her hands out, using her most soothing and placating tone.
�� Ali, I don�t know what it is about
me you enjoy, but I�m sure you can find it elsewhere. Su�mar
seems very willing to��
�� I do not need to find it elsewhere!�
he boomed, following her as she crept toward the door.
�� She was close to it. Isis could feel the heavy weight near as she backed away.
All she had to do was take another step and open it but as if he read her
thoughts he lunged at her.
�� Isis
sprinted for the entrance and Ali�shir snatched hold of her, pulling her back
by the thick of her arm. Her feet left the floor, dangling in free space as he
raised her up to his eye level. His chest ballooned and deflated with his ragged
breaths as he stared at her. She stared back in silence, noting�wondering how
she ever forgot�he was so large and otherworldly. Threatening and imposing. Isis turned away, closing her eyes tight, wishing away
the creature she saw; instead trying to remember the male she knew. But even
with her eyes screwed shut, she could yet hear his
tattered breathing and feel the prickling in her numbing arm. Despite her
fright, she managed to speak evenly and softly.
�� Ali� you are scaring me.�
�� Ali�shir blinked,
his grip lessening. Her voice, the name only she called him, brought him back
to present. He looked at his fingers gouging in her flesh with amazement and
slowly eased her down. She trembled now, backing away from him, against the
wall and hugging her body with eyes downcast. He had not meant to frighten her
but at the same time he did not want her leaving. Especially
before he got to say his peace. Not this time. Not again.
�� Ali�shir moved to take her by the
hand to bring her to sit with him on the bed, but she flinched, hiding her arms
behind her back bumping against the wall. So he went by himself, leaving an
obvious space next to him in the hopes she would join him.
�� From
the beginning,� he said, remembering her question.

�� Ali�shir was sincere in his regret
for what his sons had done to her and her kind, but for them to ever have hope
of moving on from it, she had to understand one thing.� Isis,
I can never undo what my son did to you and I cannot hate him for it either. He
is a part of me, just like you are. I will always care for him.�
�� Isis
lifted her head, tilting it to the side as she looked at the male. He sat
still, staring back at her in earnest and she shuddered to feel her anger
bubble over. She pushed off the door and bared her teeth. The male dodged her
flying hands as she swatted at him with ire. �Did I ever ask you to? Did I ever
once say you had to?!� she hissed as she slapped his arm. �He�s your son dammit! I know you can�t just turn off your love for him, I
would never ask you to either! What the hell is wrong with you?�
�� She smacked him on the side of the
head and Ali�shir stood, moving away from the windmill of slaps with a roar. He
stood in the centre of the room with arms raised, demanding, �Then why are we
always fighting?�
�� Because you can be such a, such a, �. asshole!�
�� Isis
raked a hand through her hair and screamed as Ali�shir tilted his head in
confusion, almost as if to say, �I beg your pardon?� This could not be the first time he heard this nor would it be the last.
It was in his nature, in the genetic makeup of his kind to be unreceptive to
emotions but still she tried to make her point, begging him to remember the
morning in the baths, a time not too long ago when they both learned painful
truths.
�� He made it seem as if what happened
to her didn�t matter and that she was stupid for thinking it did, �I wasn�t
expecting a huge outpour of sympathy but I damn sure wasn�t expecting you to
tell me to rub some dirt in it and walk it off!�
�� Ali�shir clicked in disgust, hissing
at her to stop her lies, �I never told you to rub filth anywhere.�
�� It�s an expression, Ali! It means
you wanted me to act like it never happened, like it didn�t hurt.�
�� I said that because there was no
revenge for what happened to you, Isis! In this life, in this world,� he
paused, looking around him, �What happened didn�t matter because your kind is
prey. I did not tell you those things to hurt you, I told you the truth because
you demanded it of me.�
�� Fine,� she nodded. She did insist
on the truth but he had to see her position in all this. �How did you feel when
they said A�rah�s murder wasn�t shit? That she was a
whore and the clan as a whole was better off because she was gone?�
�� Isis
don�t,� Ali�shir
raised his hand in warning and snarled at the woman but she continued,
following him as he walked away.
�� Isis
knew his sister�s death was still painful but that was the point. He had to
remember that feeling, that rage that came with senseless loss. Only then could
he understand why he could not be so flippant with her. She felt raw over the
loss of her family, she still did. She was not Yautja, she couldn�t just
shelve her emotions so neatly.
�� Enough,� he hissed, �I understand!�
�� So if you get it, what the hell
were you thinking telling me to forget my family?�
�� I was thinking if you forgot you
would come home!� he roared. Isis blinked and
bit her lip, utterly stunned. �I wanted my life back,� he continued with a steamed
hiss. �I wanted my mate back.�
�� What Yash�in did complicated things
and if you forgot, if we started over, things would go back to the way they
where.�
�� Isis
looked away, shaking her head. �Did you forget about A�rah?� she asked softly.
�Who did it? The way it happened?�
�� Ali�shir shook his head but remained
firm in his decision. �It was not A�rah�s death that
divided us.�
�� That�s not the point,� she sighed, wearily.
�Would you have forgotten if I asked you to? Like they, the Clan and Na�run, asked you to?�
�� The wheels inside the male�s head
turned. He knew the answer but his mind worked to phrase it so it was
innocuous, but there was only one answer to her question.
�� No.�
�� I would hope to hell not,� she snorted.
�Not even for me. She�s family and you don�t forget family.�
�� But we are supposed to. She is an U'darahje,
dishonourable and shunned.�
�� No one will tell me how to rule my
mind or my heart. I will remember her all I damn well please.�
�� The male shook his head, irritated
she did not understand why he had to push those thoughts away. �Thinking from
the heart is frowned upon as well. Emotions are weakness.�
�� So being sad makes me weak?�
�� In a manner of speaking,� He
quieted after he said it, unsure of how Isis
would take it, but she told him to continue. For his sake, he could tell, she
shelved her instinctive outburst. �Lust, pride and anger, these are encouraged.
We want to breed, we want to hunt and these emotions fuel both. But what does
sadness do? Fear as well? They serve no purpose to us therefore they do not
have a place here.�
�� I hear what you are saying, Ali but
I do not care,� Those useless emotions where hers to have and she would feel
them as long as she drew breath. Isis
didn�t expect him to understand because he was a yautja
but he was not allowed to tell her she could not have them.
�� I understand more than you think Isis,� he exhaled tiredly, �And this is the problem. You
force me to share in your weakness and I cannot afford that.�
�� Wait, I never�� Isis spun around
with finger raised, ready to tell him off when it dawned on her she wrongfully
included him in her sweeping generalisation. Looking into his sad silver gaze
she realised Ali�shir wasn�t simply yautja. He was a
half-breed, a mix. He �suffered� from emotions too and she only aggravated it
with hers.
�� I didn�t know,� she said, laying a
hand on his shoulder.
�� Ali�shir lay
his hand over hers and held it tight, �So is this done? Can we go back to bed
now?�
�� No.�
�� Isis
shook her head and stepped back. Her sympathy for him withstanding, Ali�shir
couldn�t be so relentlessly and ruthlessly cold with her. So what he warred
with what was accepted and what was not? That was his battle, not hers. Isis had made peace with herself, accepted this perceived
limitation, now it was up to him to the same for himself.
�� If you want me to stay you have to
promise to tolerate it, just like I will learn to tolerate your tantrums.�
�� Ali�shir looked her in the eye and
agreed, stepping forward to take her hands, �Will you come back to bed now?�
�� Isis�
mouth dried as she stared at their hands, his dark navy claws threading through
her slender brown fingers. The decision was more than going back to bed. It was
going back to this life for as long as she lived. Always walking two steps
behind the Lead Elder, always mindful how what she said and did reflected on
him and her species as a whole.
�� She didn�t enjoy the idea of it all�but
she couldn�t rightly imagine her world without him. Years spent amongst her
kind were uncomfortable and trying at best. She knew this world far too long to
know anything else and staring into his eyes she wondered why she even tried.
Why she had not fought for him before. Isis
took a step forward. It was answer enough for Ali�shir but she said it anyway,
breathing the word against his neck as he swept her into an embrace.

A/N: Sorry it took forever, I was a bit ill but finally they�ve got it all
sorted out, yes? Yes. �To answer your question midnighteyes the �Story Update�
list is alive and kicking, so leave an Email address if you�d like to be added.
I asked the powers that be about it and we�d all probably be dead and gone
before AFF replied let alone decided to add that feature, so I�m taking the
initiative. Plus, who would want the hassle of full page adverts � la FFNet to pay for it? But
enough of my griping! Thanks Bee (keep
hope alive), Golandre (nope, he didn�t), Wranch (Fellow nerd lover! Bones is great and partly the inspiration, the
other more arrogant half of it came from �The Big Bang Theory,� heh), LovyDovy (My apologies to your nails, but yes, peace over
cat fight. There have been and will be enough of those, :D) and chancelor22 (disorientation is good for
now, lol).
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