Her Alien Captor: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Alien Pirates Of Cania Book 1)

by Zara Zenia

  Devron’s frown deepened. “Melody, what I’m saying is—”

  Before Devron could tell her what he was trying to say, there was an ear-splitting racket that echoed through the cliffside village, a constant drone that cycled through high and low pitches, the volume steadily deafening.

  “What the hell is that?” Melody cried, doubling over with her hands over her ears.

  Devron shook his head, looking around frantically as Selithi exited their homes, all with a purpose. It was an alarm of some kind, but what kind? An attack? Volcanic eruption? Hunting party returning? He knew next to nothing about the Selithis’ way of life here, so he had to expect the worst.

  Hunting through the crowd, he spotted a familiar diamond-shaped head covered in brown and black scales.

  “Gaddis!” he called, waving the Selithi male over. “What’s happening?”

  The Selithi blinked, his russet eyes almost human like Melody’s. So strange that they could share a feature like that with so much else differing between them.

  “Meteor shower!” Gaddis explained.

  “Shit,” Devron cursed. He’d seen the devastation that could be wreaked by the falling space rocks. One rogue meteor could take out this whole village.

  “Don’t worry, pal. It’s handled,” Gaddis said with what counted for a grin from a Selithi, darting off into the maelstrom of other lizards taking up their posts.

  “What is he talking about?” Melody asked, almost forgetting how annoyed she was with him when this danger was so pressing and immediate.

  Devron still frowned as he watched Gaddis leave and shook his head as he slipped an arm around Melody’s waist. For once, she didn’t fight him off. They both stared up at the cobalt sky, watching as streaks of light flashed through the clouds, hurtling toward them.

  Before it could get close enough to cause any damage, the meteor exploded into a billion shards, raining harmlessly down on the ocean.

  “What—” Melody asked, but Devron was already trying to find the answer.

  There, up on the rooftops, they had plasma cannons. Genius.

  “They’ve got it handled,” Devron said, chuckling to himself, relief washing away the crazed panic that had taken hold only a minute before. The alarms weren’t as loud now, as most everyone was at their gunning station, shooting meteors out of the sky.

  It was a spectacular display. Beautiful, in a way.

  Until one of the meteors escaped fire, until it was spinning too close to their village, and Devron couldn’t stop cursing their hubris and his own blind faith in the lizards. He’d sworn to keep her safe, to protect his Omega. Watching that meteor come toward them, it was too late to do anything.

  “Devron!” Melody screamed, burying her head in his chest. The sound of pure fear from his Omega ignited the Alpha in Devron, triggering his desperate need to not only protect her but to have her, to claim her, to make sure no one else would ever touch her.

  He watched her with unbridled hunger despite the sheer terror in her face as certain death approached. Then confusion spread, and he turned, watching as the meteor bounced back harmlessly off the island’s shield, only to be shot out of the sky on its rebound.

  Melody’s face was flushed, her chest heaving, the roller coaster of fear and relief leaving her reeling and dizzy, but Devron couldn’t enjoy it. He needed to extract himself from her.

  Already, the pain had started. Already, the desperate need, the all-consuming ache.

  The stress of the meteor shower had been enough to push him over the edge, but he didn’t want Melody to see him Frenzied. Not like this.

  With chaos still going on around him, the Selithi still battling space to protect their home, Devron did the last thing he wanted to do—he ran inside and hid.

  11

  “De—Devron?” Melody called as the door slammed behind him, leaving her outside in the chaos of the meteors exploding above in the most terrifying fireworks show she’d ever witnessed.

  “What are you doing?” she called, knocking on the door. It wasn’t locked—Selithi didn’t have locks, after all—but barging in after him seemed insensitive after that.

  “Leave me be, Melody,” he said, his voice tight with pain.

  “And go where, exactly? This is where I live now, remember?” she huffed, kicking at the door again. “What’s going on?”

  “The Frenzy,” he answered, his voice practically a growl. “It’s started. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want,” he said, though Melody could tell it took him a great deal of effort to get the words out.

  He was still confused. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to complete the pair bond, especially when doing so would loosen the tether she so loathed. But Devron had been raised by his mother, not some Canian noblewoman used to being mistreated. His mother raised him to look at women a little differently, to consider what they wanted. As difficult as it was for Devron to accept that Melody didn’t want him and wasn’t going to give in to him, he was going to do whatever he could to make it sink in.

  He’d protect her, even if it was from himself.

  “You must leave,” he told her again. “I don’t know how long reason will hold out.”

  Melody frowned on the other side of the door, guilt gnawing at her.

  Would it be so bad?

  She wanted him. She had from the moment she laid eyes on him—part of the imprint, her brain reminded her—and it had only gotten worse.

  It wasn’t just the imprint, though, she was sure. He was attractive. Not just for an alien, but for anyone. Devron was a gorgeous specimen of genes and regular physical labor doing beautiful things to a body. And he was kinder than Nor. He might still have some twisted ideas about Omegas and shit, but was that his fault? It seemed like this whole fucked-up planet consented to the Alpha-Omega thing, to these guys kidnapping girls from all over and drugging them into subservience. He was from a really messed-up culture, so could she blame him for being somewhat indoctrinated by it?

  He was clearly trying. Sequestering himself couldn’t be easy.

  “Argh!” Devron howled, his cry like a knife straight to Melody’s gut.

  She could end his suffering. She could make this easier for both of them if she just stopped fighting.

  That’s what everyone had been telling her all along. Throughout this whole ordeal, every step of the way, people were telling her to stop fighting, to sit by and let it happen to her—whatever it might have been.

  But she couldn’t do that. That wasn’t Melody. She couldn’t sit by while crooked cops felt her up, she couldn’t meekly accept abuse from a slave-trading alien, she couldn’t heed the words of warning from his beaten and broken slaves, and she sure as hell couldn’t stay outside now while Devron was suffering.

  Wait . . . what?

  All those other times, Melody’s stubbornness was to serve her own ends, to protect herself. But this . . . this was for Devron.

  What was she thinking?

  She looked down and saw her hand on the knob, and she realized that her palm was slick with sweat, her heart in her throat, her mouth parched and sticky without moisture.

  Was she really going to go in there?

  If she did, she knew there’d be no turning back. She knew what opening that door meant, but she wasn’t sure she could talk herself out of it anymore.

  The pull was too strong.

  The need too great.

  And hearing Devron in there in agony, trying to protect her from his animalistic need . . .

  She stayed there frozen, listening with her ear at the door, completely focused on what was happening inside instead of the ongoing onslaught from the heavens all around her. This was more important.

  Shit.

  This was her chance. If she was ever going to have a shot at getting away from him, breaking free and finding her way out of here, this was it. He was distracted with the Frenzy, the Selithi were distracted with the meteor shower, and Melody was sitting here fretting over the fuckin
g guy instead of taking advantage of her one and only window.

  “Just . . . go,” she told herself, staring at her hand that wasn’t moving from the door knob. “Now,” she said, like she was tricking herself while ripping off a Band-Aid.

  But her hand stayed put. Her arm trembled with the urge to open the door, and the pulsing between her legs grew more intense, more insistent than ever.

  “Come on,” she groaned at herself, her voice breaking into a whine as she slumped forward and pressed her forehead to the door. This was her hope for freedom and she was blowing it.

  Since when did she give a shit about him?

  He’d kidnapped her. He used the creepy alien hormone drugs to enslave her. She should not care that he was having cramps.

  Another strangled cry came from inside, and this time, Melody herself was hit with a wave of pain so intense it made her knees buckle, her vision going cloudy and white for a moment.

  “Devron,” she breathed, gritting her teeth, grip tightening on the knob as she fought with herself, her libido, the last scraps of sense she had, and the budding affection that was trying to take root in her heart.

  She didn’t need any of that bullshit, but she did need something.

  No.

  Someone.

  Him.

  A wave of longing crashed into her, another tsunami of hormones making her legs quake, her head spin, all while her would-be lover writhed and cried in torturous agony just on the other side of the thin wall.

  There was no controlling her hand. It moved on its own, turning the knob, pushing the door open, light spilling into the room behind her.

  Devron was on the couch, curled into the fetal position, hugging his knees, paler than she’d ever seen him, his body covered with sweat.

  The moment she opened the door, he froze and turned to her, at attention. His eyes fixated on her, pupils growing dark and cavernous as he slowly rose to his feet, trembling from head to toe but not seeming to notice it anymore.

  “You should have stayed away,” he said, his voice dark, dangerous enough to make her shiver and swallow past the lump in her throat.

  Her voice was shaky when she finally found it, looking up into the frightening depths of his normally-light eyes. She knew it was wrong, knew she would probably regret it at the first opportunity, but she couldn’t help herself. Melody was nothing if not attracted to bad decisions.

  “Haven’t you figured out yet that I never do what I’m told?” she asked, licking her lips as she stepped in and kicked the door closed behind her, shutting out the world beyond, trapping herself with this voracious predator.

  Devron growled, and for a split second, Melody wondered if she’d gotten herself into real danger with him and this Frenzy thing, but then her opportunity for wondering anything was lost and he was on her.

  12

  They crashed together like two runaway freight trains without any brakes. Devron’s hands grasped Melody’s hips, a low growl dragging its way up from his chest as he devoured her sweet lips. His hands skimmed up her sides and back down to her hips, dragging her against him so there was no doubt about how much he desired her.

  Melody moaned into the kiss after the initial shock of it all. He’d attacked her like a wild animal, grabbing her in the blink of an eye. It all happened so fast she hadn’t had any time to react to it, but once the surprise wore off, she could pay attention to what he was doing to her. She could focus on the feel of his six-fingered hands roving over her heated flesh, teasing down her sides and gripping her hips possessively.

  Kissing Devron was like coming up for air after a long time submerged. Her body was gasping for it, trying to take in as much of him as she could, as quickly as she could, desperate for what she was sure would make her feel whole and right again.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, that thought worried Melody. The way the imprint took hold of her and made her into putty for this man was concerning, but not enough to override the intensity of her need.

  Everywhere he touched, he lit a fire, and she was desperate to strip for him, to feel his fingers on her bare skin, his lips worshiping her body. Devron kissed her deeply, his long tongue pressing into her mouth, tangling with her own tongue, the friction between them the only thing she could focus on. Their lips together, the heat between them, Devron’s tongue, the sweet, tangy taste of his kiss—it was too much for Melody’s feeble human mind. It left her breathless and spinning, clinging to him for support.

  And still, he didn’t release her from his kiss. He didn’t pull back from the all-consuming way he claimed her mouth as his fingers dug into the small of her back, the thickness of him pressed into the cleft between her legs, making Melody squirm and whimper.

  She wanted it. More than she’d ever wanted anything, she wanted Devron and his hot cock buried inside her. More than she’d ever wanted to escape the cops, to put food in her belly, to do anything. It was the only thought on her mind, how to get him inside her.

  But when she lifted her leg and hooked it around Devron’s hip to press herself against him tighter, he stilled, pulling back from the kiss with a stern look in the depths of his Frenzy-blackened eyes.

  “You are mine,” he said, making Melody shiver even though he wasn’t touching her anymore.

  Her body thrummed with need, with the raw, open ache just waiting to be tended to. She was tuned to his every movement, every rise and fall of his chest, every flick of his gaze, down to the slightest twitch of his hand. She was poised and ready to do whatever he asked of her without a moment’s hesitation.

  “Say it,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding enough to make her tremble again.

  Melody wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly aware of her vulnerability as the haze of lust began to dissipate some.

  “Say it, Melody. You are mine,” he commanded again, eyes still pools of pure onyx.

  Every cell in her body vibrated, her nerves humming with the need to be touched by him again, the need to dive into his embrace and beg him to show her the kind of pleasure she’d only been able to dream of before now. But this was Melody. She didn’t acquiesce so simply. She didn’t give in.

  Devron arched a brow at her expectantly, his jaw hardening the longer she hesitated.

  Her arms tightened around her midsection, and Melody took a deep breath, the heat between her legs pulsing. Even though her mind rebelled at the very thought of saying those words to him, when she imagined it, her sex clenched, making her bite back a moan.

  “I am,” she whispered finally, the words barely more than a breathy exhale, but she’d said them. She said them, and it felt like the weight on her shoulders melted into pure liquid heat flowing southward. Whether she liked it or not, there was no denying the truth of the matter. She was Devron’s. Chemically, legally, there was no fighting that, no arguing it. Her only hope was to change his mind about what that meant, but that crusade was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.

  “I’m yours,” she said, voice trembling. She couldn’t look him in the eyes after saying it. She hated that she’d given in, but the deep intake of breath from Devron piqued her interest. Melody’s eyes flicked up, but she couldn’t read his expression. It was as dark and alarming as before, possessive and determined.

  “Lower your arms,” he said.

  Melody swallowed, arms twitching tighter around her middle before she took a deep breath and let them fall. Her arms weren’t protecting her anyway, not really.

  “Strip,” he said next, no preamble, no lead in. Pure command.

  Melody shivered, swallowing again as her blood pulsed hot through her veins. She hated being told what to do, and here she was, not only obeying his orders without complaint but enjoying them. Her legs quaked with the force of need throbbing between her legs, and the longer he looked at her like that, the more intense that throbbing grew.

  Her shaking fingers gripped the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up, fingertips skimming along the flat plane of her belly
and up over the ridges of her ribs before she sucked in a final breath and whipped the whole thing over her head.

  Melody had never been one to be self-conscious before, but there was something in the air between the two of them that made her more nervous than she felt she had any right to be. Goosebumps covered her skin, and under her thin bra, she knew her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, painfully straining for a touch, a lick, anything. Her body desperately needed his attention, and all she was getting was intense stares.

  Devron said nothing after she discarded her shirt, still looking at her expectantly, his mouth a thin line that made her worried he was angry. She couldn’t dwell on that, though. Not when she felt like she was on fire and the only way to quench it was to get rid of her clothes. Was that him? His command? The bond? Something else entirely?

  Melody hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and slid them down over her hips, shimmying out of them without an ounce of grace. The pants were snagged around her ankle, and she tried to hop out of them casually but ended up tripping and stumbling forward.

  Luckily, Devron was there to grab her, to steady her before she fell and to set her back on her feet. Of course, that meant his hands were on her bare skin, fingers hot as coals on her flesh.

  “Say it again,” he said, his hands on her sides, thumbs dragging over the corrugation of her ribcage over and over again. “Say it, Melody.”

  She gasped, every swipe of his thumbs sending a tremor of pleasure to her toes, making them curl as her eyes tried to roll back into her head.

  “I’m yours,” she panted, leaning into him.

  Suddenly, his hand moved between them, and Melody’s eyes flew open with a sharp cry as his fingers shoved under her panties and right into the slick wetness beyond. He spread her lips and traced one long, pointed finger along her seam, barely caressing her clit before slipping back down and teasing her clenching hole the same way.