by Mina Carter
She bit her lip as the bra hit the floor, the heat rolling through her becoming harder and more insistent. It felt odd…not like her typical reactions at all. At first she’d put it down to everything being strange, but now she wasn’t so sure. She needed him, like really needed him. Needed sex more than she’d ever needed it in her life despite the fact she was a prisoner and he was her alien captor.
He caught her gasp and looked up quickly. His hand closed around the back of her neck and he pulled her closer. “Shhh, it’ll be okay, little Cat. It’s normal, our healer gave you a ker’ann shot. To make you more…pliable.”
Her head shot up, fury trying to fight the arousal running rampant through her body. “You drugged me?”
He walked her backward toward the huge bed, unbuttoning her pants as they went. She whimpered, trying to fight, but it was no good. No sooner had she told herself she couldn’t allow this, now that she knew her responses weren’t her own, than she found her own hands pushing his jacket from broad shoulders.
“Not really.” He kissed along her neck again, his stubble scraping along her shoulder in the most delicious way. What would it feel like between her legs? Her knees weakened at the thought.
“It amplified what was already there. If you didn’t already find me attractive, you wouldn’t be drawn to me. Wouldn’t—” He cut off, sucking in a hard breath as her hand slid between them and cupped him through his pants. “Have my cock in your hand like that.”
“Perhaps I plan to rip it off,” she panted, wriggling to get closer even as she stroked the thick, hard length of him under the leather. “You really have no idea how we humans mate, do you? For all you know, human females could eat their mates after sex.”
“True.” He toppled her backward onto the bed, a strong hand at the zipper of her pants. When he couldn’t undo the button, he growled and yanked, ripping the fabric in a casual show of strength that took her breath away, and disposing of her pants behind them. Her panties took even less time to remove. “Do they?”
“Ohhhhh…” He slipped a big hand between her thighs, strong fingers parting her pussy lips and finding the slick wetness there. He stroked, collecting the juices of her arousal and used them to circle her clit.
Then he stopped, braced over her and looked down. “Do they, little human?”
“Huh?” She had to blink and refocus on the question. Her hips ached to move, to rock against his hand and claim the stimulation he’d just denied her. “What?”
“Do human females eat their mates after sex?” he asked again, wickedness dancing in his strange eyes.
“Or am I safe to do this?” He rubbed over her clit, sending sparks through her body. Within two strokes though, he stopped, leaving her more frustrated than before.
“No… don’t stop,” she whimpered, arching her back and trying to rub herself against his fingers. She needed him to touch her. Now. Sooner. Her arousal was alive, tearing at the inside of her veins to be free.
“Am I safe?” he insisted, even though the expression in his eyes said he knew he was in no danger. This was a game of control. One she’d started but knew she’d lose.
“Yes…” Her words ended on a moan. She’d give him whatever answer he wanted. “Just please, touch me.”
“You want me to touch you? Like this?” He bent his head to watch as he rubbed her clit. She panted, legs parted wide at his urging, a flush covering her cheeks up to her hairline. What a sight she must present, naked and splayed open wide, her alien captor’s hand working between her legs. “Perhaps this as well?”
At that, he slid his hand down to press two fingers against the entrance to her pussy. Slowly, watching her expression, he pushed them inside her. She moaned, biting her lip as he penetrated inch by slow inch. His hands were big, his fingers thicker than a human’s, so she felt every inch as he stretched her. Pumped in and out slowly. Once, twice. On the third penetration, he turned his hand, scissoring his fingers within her. The whimper broke free before she could stop it.
“Oh god, yeah. That. More of that.”
He gave her more, adding the pad of his thumb over her clit as he worked her body. Drove her arousal higher and higher until she writhed and whimpered in his hold. She couldn’t take any more. Needed to…
“Oh, god…I’m coming.” She turned her head and buried her face against his shoulder as her orgasm hit. Shattering apart, she came over him as he finger-fucked her, not slowing, but adding pressure against her g-spot that made her eyes cross even as sharp-edged bliss cascaded through her.
“That’s it, little Cat, give me your pleasure. Make yourself slick and wet for me,” his deep voice murmured in her ear as she rode out the waves.
Then he pulled his hand free to move over her. The sound of leather giving whispered on the air and something hard and hot nudged at the entrance to her cunt. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up to find him watching her.
“Mine.” His voice was low and possessive, more a growl. He pushed forward, bearing down into her. She gasped, eyes widening as his thick cock met the resistance of her body. Shit, he was so big. She’d never take him all. Panic hit her and she started to struggle, but he held her still easily.
“Shhh, it’s okay. The ker’ann …it helps. It makes your body more…supple?” he reassured her and smoothed the hair back from her face. Pushing again, he groaned when her body parted to accept him, his cock sliding into her half an inch.
“Oh god.” It felt good. So good she didn’t know what she’d been worrying about. On his next push, she arched up to meet him. Then again, and again, until little by little, he’d worked himself all the way inside her.
Hips against hers, he paused, eyes closed and lines of tension etched into his face. Lifting a hand, she stroked his cheek. He shook his head, growling a response. “Hold still, or even the ker’ann won’t help you, little human.”
Stuff the ker’ann, or whatever it was, she needed him now. Biting her lip, she rocked her hips. Her moan echoed his as sensation shot through her. Hard pleasure spiked, rolling through her body like a dozen automated wrecking bots on a frenzy. Unable to stop herself, she did it again, feeling his cock slide within her, feeding all sorts of interesting sensations to nerve endings she didn’t know she had. Sensories no human man, or cock, could ever reach.
“Oh yes, more…”
He growled, grabbing her wrists and hauling them over her head. “If it’s more you want, little human, more you’ll get.”
With that, he drew back, the slide of his cock stroking her inner walls as he withdrew, almost making her come there and then. She wasn’t prepared for the thrust back in. Hard and fast, he impaled her and overwhelmed all her drug-enhanced senses in one go. He did it again, pulling back and thrusting until he’d built up a hard and fast rhythm that had her gasping and arching against him. Urging him on with every cell of her body as she strained for release again, reaching the foothills of that peak again faster than she ever had before and racing up to the peak.
“Yes… Oh… Fuck. I’m—”
She shattered again, the pleasure intense and almost blinding. Hard granules of ecstasy, like shards of broken glass burst through her, over her, within her. For every surface they touched, they shattered again and again. A never-ending cycle of pleasure as his cock moved within her.
Through her bliss, she felt him speed up, heard the growl of need as his thrusts got stronger, faster until…He surged within her one last time and stiffened. Throwing back his head, he roared his release as his cock jerked and pulsed within her. Bathed her inner walls with his white-hot seed. Hotter than a human’s. She’d never felt when any of her previous lovers had come within her, but she felt his, as though it were another way to remind her that she was his now. Branding her as his property.
He let go of her hands and collapsed over her, not crushing her, but protectively curled around her as their breathing returned to normal. For long moments, she lay there, just listening to him breathe.
“Tarr
ick?”
He looked up at the sound of his name, golden eyes sated, and his sexy as sin lips curved into a smile. “So, little human, since I’m still alive, I guess this means you don’t eat your mates after sex.”
“You found me out.” She shrugged, walking her fingers over one broad shoulder. “But I have to warn you, we have quite the appetite. You might have bitten off more than you can chew.”
He laughed, sliding his hands down to her hips. In a flurry of movement, he turned them both until he was lying on his back and she straddled him. Her groan as he impaled her on his thick cock echoed around the room.
“Really? And I was just getting started as well.”
Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and began to ride him.
She’d fucked her very first alien and it wasn’t half bad. Okay, scratch that, it was absolutely freaking awesome.
Perhaps being captured by aliens wouldn’t work out so badly after all…
5
The alien invasion force had five ships. That wasn’t many at all.
Cat Moore stood by a large window in the big room behind the bridge of the alien flagship and studied humanity’s opponents. She refused to even think of them as humanity’s masters. They might have won a battle by capturing a remote base and enslaving all its personnel, but the war hadn’t even started.
Heaven, or whatever gods they worshiped, help them because they thought by sectioning off human women, it would make them docile.
They would learn.
Hand on the cool metal by the window, she glanced over her shoulder. A group of alien warriors clustered around a large table in the middle of the room. They were all big, with more muscles than any man had a right to, and outfitted in leather.
A week ago, she’d have said she’d walked smack bang into the middle of one of her greatest fantasies… ripped, leather-clad aliens were so her thing. You’d only have to check her reader to know that. The virtual shelves almost burst with alien romance. But that was all it was. A fantasy. The reality of being claimed by an alien warrior, correction, an alien warrior lord, was sexy, but if she had anything to do with it, short-lived.
“So you’re saying they should never have left their own system, never mind made it this far?” Tarrick, her captor and would be “Master,” asked, his hands resting on the holographic display table in front of him.
She paused for a moment, her attention caught as his muscles pulled at the leather of his uniform jacket. A uniform she knew he wore nothing under. Heat uncoiled to loop through her veins, her intake of breath more a shiver. As a species, the Lathar were big and muscled, but there was that little something extra about Tarrick that hit her on a primitive, female level. If she’d met him in other circumstances, he’d have caught her interest for sure.
Down girl, she reminded herself and folded her arms. We’re making plans to bring about their downfall, not to climb their leader like a tree.
Infiltration, that’s what it was all about. And what better place to do that than from their leader’s bed? She flitted a little closer, her steps silent in the delicate sandals she wore.
“I’m surprised they even made it out of orbit,” another warrior, Jassyn, replied as he looked over the schematics displayed on the table—records pulled from the Sentinel Five computer that the base commander ordered deleted, but reconstructed by the alien ship’s AI. She knew the Sentinel commander issued the order because she’d been the one to wipe them. Right before one of their combat-bots captured her.
Computer wipe was standard operating procedure to ensure all records and star charts remained out of enemy hands. They just hadn’t counted on facing a far technologically superior enemy. From what she could work out, the Lathar had ruled the galaxies for generations. One primitive little species like humanity trying to pull a fast one would never work. Not unless they got inventive.
“But somehow, they got out of orbit and seem to have spread like fucking wildfire.” Jassyn’s hands moved over the console in front of them, flicking documents out of the way to show star charts called from the reconstructed records. Swift movements of his fingers drew lines over the charts and highlighted the edges of what looked like human-held space. She moved closer until she could feel the hum of the holographic field over the table. “They have quite a sophisticated network here. From what I can work out, they also have a subspace communications array with relay points here, here, and here.”
Crap, crap, crap…how had they figured that out? Far from being the beefcake grunts she’d assumed, Tarrick’s warriors were scarily intelligent. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Her grandmother had been fond of saying that.
Tarrick looked up, his gaze focused on the men around him and not noticing her by the edge of the table. “I thought they just had conventional communications? Subspace is a different matter. Does that mean their central command knows of our presence?”
With any luck, yeah… If command knew about the attack, they’d already have mobilized destroyers to head out to the base. Five ships shouldn’t stand a chance against the joint might of the Terran fleet.
“No, I don’t believe so.” Jassyn shook his head, his long hair dancing on his shoulders. This close she could hear the faint creak of leather when he moved. “Our suppression fields knocked out any outgoing messages as we attacked. Overwhelmed the signal, and before it came back online we had control so nothing’s gone out. We’ve been getting regular pings on the relay since though.”
He pushed the star charts to one side and brought up what looked like a communications log. The rest leaned forward to study it, cutting off her view of the table.
“They’re assuming technological malfunction? And what's this stuff that looks like dots and dashes?”
“That I don’t know yet. It seems to be a layer below the primary communication. Perhaps an echo or some kind of repeater pattern?” Jassyn shrugged, his expression saying he had no clue.
She blinked, hiding her surprise. They hadn’t picked up the morse code. She was stunned aliens with such a high level of technology hadn’t worked out the simple system. Why hadn’t their super-duper computer picked it up? Either way, it was an advantage she’d take, even if she didn’t know how to use it at the moment.
“But yes, they seemed to assume malfunction so far,” Jassyn continued.
“They haven’t encountered an advanced species yet so they weren’t expecting us. Without information, they seem to think malfunction rather than attack. But they will want to find out what happened. Given their level of technology, I would expect a ship or two to come and investigate soon. From the records we pulled…” He moved the star chart back to the center of the table. “They have ships here and here. Either of these could make it here within twelve hours.”
Twelve hours. She smothered her intake of breath. That wasn’t a lot of time for her to find a security lapse to exploit. Not when she was with Tarrick or he had those monster remote piloted robots watching her. She flicked a glance sideways to the door. The metallic arms of the two guards outside were clear to see through the glass. They were always on watch.
“Okay, monitor the communication relays for movement from those ships. I want to know the instant anything changes. Even if they go dark… Especially if they go dark,” Tarrick ordered, flicking a glance at her.
“Moore Cat?” he called out, still mangling her name even though he knew its real format. It seemed to amuse him. Asshole alien.
Blanking her expression, she looked at him, her face a porcelain mask. Irritation flashed in his golden cat-like eyes and she suppressed her smirk. He didn’t like her poker face. Good.
“You belonged to your species military.” He motioned her forward so she took another step, her stomach brushing the edge of the table and looked at the documents laid out. “What should we expect, by way of response?”
Her eyebrow lifted into a delicate arch and it was a moment before she spoke. “Well, it’s rather hard to say, to be honest. Our great leaders would h
ave to consult the oracles before plotting a course of action.”
“I recall no mention of oracles or prophets.” Jassyn’s brows snapped together and he rifled through the documents again, looking for further evidence. “In fact, humanity didn’t appear to be religious.”
“Depends on the situation.” She shrugged. “When in doubt, you can always refer to one of our standard religious signals. I’ll show you if you like?”
All eyes in the room turned to her as she lifted a hand, fingers curled into a fist facing away from them. Then she extended her middle finger and smiled.
“And that means ‘screw you.’ You really think I will help you?”
There were two snorts and Tarrick’s expression set. She’d insulted him in front of his senior warriors. That had to bite. No, that had to burn.
The healer standing next to Tarrick snorted with amusement and his face split into a broad grin. “Ha! I like her.”
“Humans,” Tarrick growled, his hard expression promising retribution. She refused to acknowledge the shiver of need that wormed its way up her spine and smiled back. What would he do if she stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at him?
“Tell me about it.” The growled complaint came from the big warrior at the end of the table.
His expression hovered somewhere between anger and frustration. “The males were easy to deal with. We worked over a few, showed the others the error of their ways, and they’ve been quiet as a gethal since. The women… argh! Half are refusing to eat, at least five keep trying to escape, and all of them refuse to acknowledge any warrior’s existence.”
The healer nodded, leaning forward. His smile disappeared, replaced by concern. “He’s right. I’ve had to sedate a couple and I’m a little concerned if the fasting continues. None of them will say why they’re not eating, so I’m not sure if it’s a cultural thing with them. I’m reluctant to let it continue…so perhaps we should force feed them?”