Claimed by the Alien Warrior Triad (Scorp Blood Tribe Book 1)

by Corin Cain

  I breathe in, my body shuddering, and the three aliens push closer together, so I’m sandwiched and secure. “I truly hope so, Haleon, I truly hope so.”

  I close my eyes, feeling a deep tiredness, and then suddenly snap them open again.

  Haleon laughs. “We will not disappear if you sleep, my sweet – and you will never leave us again.” His voice hardens slightly at the end of his promise to me.

  “I’ll never leave you again,” I reassure him, and then I finally let my eyes close, the exhaustion pouring over me as I drift into the comfortable darkness of sleep.

  17

  Stryker

  I wake and my hackles rise. We lost everything to wait for Aubrey. We went into Scorp nests and killed countless Queens, bringing their heads back to the Orb-God again and again. We fought mountain lions, great boas in the rivers, huge eagles and every beast upon the land.

  The Orb-God granted us visions, but nothing more. When Ripper, our tribal chief, realized that we were not sacrificing beasts for new mates, but to try and reclaim the one who’d left us, Ripper called her cursed.

  The years since Aubrey left have been violent and brutal. The tyrant dragon has scoured our lands, growing more violent and frenzied, mad with bloodlust. Northern Scorp nests have been pushed south, towards our ancestral caves. For a time, women and children were being picked off as they gathered food; before Ripper finally set a curfew and banned unaccompanied visits out of the caves.

  My triad?

  We were banished by that bastard. Forced out of the caves – allowed only to serve our tribe by keeping watch and sounding the alarm when the tyrant dragon attacks. Even with our alarms sounding, many of our tribe still die.

  I hold Aubrey close. She’s murmuring in her sleep, happy and content. I’ll never let her out of my sight again. Just as I’d hoped beyond hope, Aubrey came back to us – and I’d sooner keep her tied up before I’ll ever give her the chance to leave again.

  My hand forms a fist.

  I will seed my mate. She will grow fat with my child. This barrenness is not final.

  I want to stand and start the day, but I can’t let Aubrey go, not even for a second. I hold her closer, relishing in the softness of her skin. Her hair is a deep, dark brown, flecked with the false grey color that she said will wash out, and reveal her to me. She wriggles in her sleep, and my cock surges to attention, strong, hard and virile, pressing against her womanly figure.

  I shiver. Aubrey drives me mad with lust.

  She wants to be punished. She enjoys the feeling of submission. How lucky I am, to have the perfect mate.

  I force myself to get up, not taking my eyes off her as I grab a handful of fresh-grass and chew. It fills my mouth with a refreshing taste. Our home is usually safe. We kill any predator that comes nearby, and all but the most brave or desperate avoid the area around us completely. Even Scorps now prefer to hunt for their prey farther away, after we killed so many of them and displayed their carcasses as a warning.

  Still, occasionally a panther or snake will slip through, and I now wish we had a safer home for our mate.

  The southern valley, where the other tribe lives. Only the dragon roams that far south. That is a safe place, a place suitable for a mate. But that tribe has hated ours since the beginning times.

  I snort. The tribe south of here is softer than ours. They plant food while we hunt. I thumb my shoulder before I realize I’m even doing it, tracing the wound I received with an arrow fired by a member of our rival tribe.

  The Aurelians further south fight with cowardly weapons – ones that can hit from afar. When I was freshly-blooded, I went to see the fabled valley myself. It was luscious and verdant, filled with orchards. That is the sort of place to keep a mate until you sire children with her. Only then you should come back to the jungle, to make your sons grow into hardened warriors, and not soft-blooded Aurelians.

  My cock stands straight out in front of me in the presence of my mate. I can’t help it. I desire her so completely it pushes all other thoughts from my brain. I clench my fist, forcing back a growl. Aubrey deserves rest.

  Then the Scorp-Blood in my veins tells me differently. I need her – more than life itself. I growl, scooping Aubrey up, still sleeping in my arms.

  18

  Aubrey

  I’m pulled out of my dreams and gasp as Stryker’s clean, fresh mouth presses against mine, kissing me deeply.

  I know I need a shower, and to relieve my bladder, but he’s insistent – his hands groping at my body. There’s nothing I can do to stop him as the mating frenzy takes over.

  “Give me a second,” I gasp, and I try to press him off me, needing to freshen up. I fell asleep in the arms of the alien men and I’m still filled with their seed. Stryker can’t wait, though – and he pulls me tight to his body, ignoring my protests.

  Haleon and Brigg are waking, but all I can see is Stryker’s eyes right now – so dark, yet such a brilliant green at the same time. His obsidian curls frame the hard lines of his jaw, and Stryker looks absolutely beastly in the most delicious ways possible.

  I gasp as I see his veins pulsating with his venomous blood – his eyes burning an ever-deeper green as he places his hand on my chin and forces me to meet his eyes. Stryker kisses me harder and harder, his tongue hungry for my mouth as his fingers pinch and pull my left nipple. Pain and pleasure surge together as this incredible, powerful man presses me back, pushing me against the smooth wall of the cave. He lifts me up, forcing me onto his huge cock and entering me in one deep, powerful thrust.

  My eyes roll back as Stryker impales me with his cock, burying it deep inside me – stretching me to the absolute limit as I gasp in a delicious cocktail of pleasure and pain.

  Styker growls like a beast as he hears my gasps – losing his humanity in a mating frenzy; fucking me harder and harder, disregarding my pleasure utterly as he claims me as his own.

  “You are mine, my little toy. Your body is mine!” Styker’s snarl roars in my ear, and I give in fully to his dominance as he fucks me like he owns me.

  Haleon and Brigg are waiting and watching; their muscles tense and their cocks rock-hard. I know the instant that Stryker seeds me, the other two Aurelians will fuck me too – perhaps even harder and more desperately than the leader of their triad.

  I reach out desperately, digging my nails into Stryker’s broad back as he ravishes me. The amulet presses between us as he grabs my buttocks, squeezing so hard I know I’ll be wearing his handprints on my skin for days to come. He pulls me harder and harder against him, forcing me to meet each thrust, and his slick cock sends dark, endless pleasure throughout my body. I shudder as my need builds, and builds, and builds – into an endless crescendo of ecstasy; until I can barely see, my eyes fixated on Stryker’s huge, muscled chest as he takes me as his.

  “Oh, God, I’m yours Stryker. I’m yours,” I moan out loud as my orgasm finally washes over me, overwhelming me with pleasure, my body shaking and shuddering as Stryker claims me again and again. I rake my nails down his back, knowing I’m drawing blood and liking it. His animal growl makes me feel so small and vulnerable as he takes me, but I feel some small pride that he’ll be wearing my claw marks in his skin.

  “I’m going to punish you for that, my little toy,” Stryker snarls in my ear, and then he unleashes torrents of hot cum inside me, filling me to the brim as his rock-hard cock spurts and throbs.

  Finally, he’s spent – but I know if Stryker lets me down, I’ll fall. My muscles don’t obey my mind anymore. Stryker instead leaves his huge, still-hard cock deep inside me, kissing me with such ownership that it melts my mind. Then, finally, he slowly lets me off of his dick – but continues to hold me upright.

  Brigg picks me up from Stryker’s arms, and before I can even feel empty he presses his own huge, hard dick inside me.

  I wrap my legs around his muscled waist, as Brigg holds me up easily, fucking me hard and fast. I stare into Brigg’s eyes, enthralled by the golden flakes that
seem to shimmer and shift as he stares back into my soul; relishing the moment of finally being inside me.

  I gasp and moan as I feel Haleon step up behind me, and then the swollen head of his slick cockhead pressing against my asshole. I know there’s no way he’s going to fit his massive cock inside me – not there!

  Yet Haleon doesn’t care. His cock, slick with alien pre-cum, presses past the resistance of my asshole – sliding past the tight, sensitive ring and then sinking deep inside me. I’m suddenly completely and utterly filled by these two, huge men – filled so deeply that I can’t even think any more.

  Brigg and Haleon thrust into me in unison, as if their minds are linked, and I can’t even comprehend how good it feels to surrender so utterly to them.

  Haleon wraps his huge hands around my body, cupping and playing with my nipples. Then he drops his searching hands downward, and the two men simply press me together, sandwiching me so tightly I can’t move an inch as they fuck me hard.

  It’s deliciously sinful to be taken like this, and before the Aurelians I’d never once considered it – but even if I had, this is far from your average sexual encounter. This isn’t some lackluster tinder date, followed by mediocre sex. This is being ravaged by twin aliens – huge, powerful creatures that take me like they own me. Their growls fill my ears as a second orgasm overcomes me – and the clenching of my pussy and asshole send them over the edge as well. In unison, Brigg and Haleon seed me, filling my holes with their hot, sticky cum.

  Finally, satisfied, they set me down, holding me up as my legs fail to support me.

  Oh, God. I really need to pee.

  “Is it… Is it safe to go out there?” I ask nervously.

  “Come with us,” says Brigg, leading the way outside. Their seed runs in rivulets down my thighs as I walk, leaving a trail of drips along the ground.

  We clamber down the side of the cliff and I go into the water of the nearby stream first, releasing my bladder in a luxurious surge. These guys don’t wait, or ask me what I want. When they ache for me, they take me.

  I shudder as I realize I knew all this coming here, and it’s exactly what I wanted.

  19

  Aubrey

  Three weeks later.

  Is it possible to settle into a routine with three powerful aliens? Who do whatever the hell they want to you, whenever they want it?

  Apparently, you can adjust to anything. I’ve never been happier. I smile to myself, sing to myself, and look forward to my men returning each day. They seem to eat a diet almost entirely composed of rare, bloody meat, and I’ve insisted that they start bringing back fruits and vegetables, which I then convince them to eat.

  I haven’t really left the cavern, though. It’s too dangerous out there, especially with the raging frenzy the dragon has been in for the decades since I first left this world. Sometimes I ache for the freedom of being able to go wherever I chose without worrying about being grabbed by a panther the size of a bus and turned into a snack.

  We all have to make sacrifices.

  I hear the familiar sound of the boulder moving, and my heart flutters.

  Honey, we’re home!

  I imagine Stryker calling out like he’s in a 50’s sitcom, the golden retriever jumping up to greet him. Of course, on this planet, the golden retriever would be the size of a horse.

  “We bring fresh meat,” says Stryker. He brings in a cleaned and gutted brace of pheasant-like birds; my absolute favorite. They have a dark, rich taste to them when seared over an open fire.

  “And veggies?”

  “Fresh veggies too,” laughs Brigg, but there’s an edge to his voice. The three men never return relaxed. It takes them a few hours before they’re calm again. The jungle is full of dangers, and I know they’ve been having troubles with their own tribe, although they don’t give me too many details.

  Perhaps it’s a blessing I’ll never have children. This is no place to raise them.

  The thought gives me the familiar tendril of self-loathing that I try to push back. The Aurelians still seem to believe they can bear heirs with me, and I wish I could more than anything. It breaks my heart to think that they waited so long for me and won’t get what they truly crave. Stryker sets the meat down in the corner, and Haleon adds fresh wood to the fire. It spits and hisses as the damp wood joins the small inferno that already burns there.

  I take great pride in the fire. Before, the men cooked their meat outside, or simply carved it with their Orb-Blades and ate it almost raw.

  I suggested the idea of an indoor fire – and then used Stryker’s Orb-Blade to carve a hole through the rocks overhead; just small enough that no evil creatures could get in, but wide enough to take the smoke of the inside fire out.

  “One at a time! Or you’ll make too much smoke,” I admonish Haleon, as he slows himself in adding another wet stick to the flame. He smiles back at me, a rueful grin as he runs a hand through his hair. He’s still got tense lines under his eyes though.

  Brigg gives me a light kiss on the cheek. “You have not had your moon blood yet?”

  I bite my lip, shocked at the question. I didn’t think this all male species concerned themselves with such things.

  I shake my head. “Not for over thirty years. It is what made me go to the doctors and get the tests done that…” I don’t finish the sentence, but they all know what I mean. We speak mostly in their language, but I’ve started to teach them a few words of English. The amulet is the perfect tool for learning Aurelian. I’m able to hear some of the words in their language, and yet instantly translate them in my head. This lets me start to get used to their words, and it also lets me speak in their language fluently; by converting English to Aurelian. My subconscious has been picking up their language to the point where soon I’ll be able to shed the amulet completely. Apparently, it’s very valuable, and Brigg not only had to trade his chain for it – but the three Aurelians had to brave the northlands to mine more gold to trade for continued use of it.

  In the current times with the fear of the dragon always lurking, I won’t let them go north again. I’ll have to learn quickly or we’ll be back to communicating with grunts and smiles.

  The three Aurelians look suddenly somber. “The moon blood stops only when a woman is pregnant,” says Stryker, and I realize he’s now understanding that there might be something seriously wrong with me. I look down uncomfortably. Despite being over sixty, I still have the body of a thirty-year-old. The three of them somehow make me feel so small and young again. It’s not just that they’ve lived hundreds of years. It’s not even the sheer size of these towering warriors. It’s how vulnerable I feel that I’ll never be able to give the three of them what they want and need more than anything.

  Haleon swallows hard. Then he nods. “There is only one way forward. We must consult the Orb-God.”

  Brigg slams his palm against the wall. “Consult the Orb-God? We’ve been banished, dammit. They’ll never let us see it!”

  Stryker muses. “All men of the Scorp-Blooded tribe have the holy right to commune. Ripper will see reason.”

  Brigg shakes his head. “No. He won’t. The tribe has shrunk, and he guards the Orb-God jealously these days.”

  I know why they were banished.

  Because of me.

  I got it out of Brigg. Apparently, they’d been bringing sacrifices to the Orb-God, yet never gained a replacement mate in return. Their leader, Ripper, realized that these three men were not praying for a new mate, but praying for me to return. I realize instantly what we have to do.

  “I’ll go with you.”

  Stryker grabs my arm, looking me deep in the eyes with those vibrant, green orbs of his. They flash with anger and possessiveness. “I will not let Ripper within a hundred feet of you. He is dangerous, and he has hatred for us. He calls you the Cursed Mate.”

  Stryker’s hand clenches too tightly on my arm, sending a shockwave of pain through my arm. His veins pulse as the venom courses through him. I breat
h in gently, not wanting to show him that he’s hurting me – because I know the moment he loses his beastly rage he’ll feel deep shame that he caused me discomfort.

  I might defer in the bedroom, but I need to stand firm here. “No. This is the only way. Your chief needs to see that you aren’t forsaking your tribe. That you want children. Bring me with you, or he’ll never let you in.”

  “She’s right,” Haleon says slowly, mulling over my words.

  “I’ll think on it,” considers Stryker, his grip on my arm loosening. I’m so used to being the one in charge at the law firm and the boardroom that it’s tough adjusting to the new dynamics. Stryker is their leader, and I’m not going to try to bully him into seeing my point of view. He looks down at the marks on my arm, and instantly a deep sorrow fills his face. He gently kisses my bruises. “A thousand apologies, my love.”

  I smile, and I know that his roughness should terrify me, but it doesn’t. I know Stryker only acted like that because of a threat to me. It’s only when I’m in danger that he flies into his rage, and that he’d never do anything to hurt me.

  But imagining what he would do to anything or anybody that threatened me is the true horror. I’ve ached for thirty years to feel Stryker’s inflamed passion again; and I’d take no subdued version of his might. I ache for his power – his drive. Stryker’s violent nature scares me, but it also draws me closer to him.

  “And if Clan Leader Ripper turns on us?” Brigg gives me a nervous look. He fears that I might be taken from them.

  Haleon shakes his head. “He would not risk losing more Aurelians – even us.”

  “I’ll bring my gun,” I say with certainty.

  “Explain to me, again, how this weapon works?” Haleon reaching for the metal weapon I brought with me from Earth. I grab it away from him before he can take it. I don’t want him accidentally shooting it, especially not in this cramped cave. Even with the safety catch on, it’s too dangerous.