Captured: The Xandari Chronicles (Book One) (Dark Sci-Fi Romance)

by Raven Dark

  I whipped around onto my back, trying to kick him.

  Mistake number three.

  Already on his knees in front of me, Raul grabbed my ankle and spun me onto my stomach. I screamed and tried to turn myself around. His palm flatted my shoulder, pinning me down so that I couldn’t move.

  “Nist, Vahashatai.” His huge chest pressed into my back, flattening me hopelessly under his weight. “Ahet Damka.”

  His last words slid through my panic-addled brain, along with the translation based on words he’d used before.

  Be good?

  “Not a chance in—” I died off on a cry; he’d spread my legs, laying over me with his knees keeping mine apart.

  He sat up between my legs and grabbed my wrist, twisting my arm behind my back. He did the same with the other, then held both of my arms in one grip.

  Pulling me up onto my knees, he spread them, and kept his grip on my arms.

  “You fucking low life piece of alien cock shit!” I screamed.

  He might not have understood what I said, but he obviously knew I was insulting him, because he said something that had the tone of, “Go ahead, insult me all you want, you’re not getting out of this.”

  Of course, I could have been talking out of my ass, thinking that.

  Again, that sick sense of rightness kicked in. My blood heated until I thought I’d pass out. It didn’t die down, not even when his hard cock brushed up against my core.

  I thrashed against him. Raul ground himself against my exposed pussy, and the ache there intensified, screaming to be filled.

  Maintaining his grip on my wrists with one hand, he grabbed my hip with his other hand, slicked his cock with my juices, and thrust himself inside me.

  Pain blazed through my untouched core. I cried out. His invasiveness seemed to tear at something deeper, shredding my soul.

  A primal sound left him, barely human and all animal. There was so much longing, so much need in that sound, I could hardly comprehend it.

  Raul didn’t slow down or stop or wait for me to acclimate to him, not that I could have done so with the size of him. He slid in and out of me, deep, violent thrusts that seemed meant to leave his mark on my being like a tattoo.

  I cursed and howled. He released my wrists and leaned over me so that his chest covered my back. I tried to push up with my arms, my nails biting into the dirt. Trapped with my legs spread, my thighs shook with the useless effort to escape. Raul shushed me almost soothingly and rocked his hips, driving himself deep.

  Other alien words from him filled my ears, growls and approving whispers.

  Then the tone changed, taking on command. His hand jerked my chin up. I caught Malek and Z’pheer’s names.

  My eyes had been closed without my even realizing it. I opened them and my screams cut off. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

  Malek was lying on his back only a few feet from me. Z’pheer lay half over him, his head between Malek’s legs, bobbing slowly up and down. Malek’s head was raised, his gaze switching between watching Raul fuck me, and watching Z’pheer suck him off. Z’pheer’s right arm was moving in rhythm, his hand stroking his hard cock.

  Jesus Christ…

  Both Z’pheer and Malek had made their attraction to me abundantly clear, but they were obviously into each other. Did they swing both ways?

  The sight shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did. There was something insanely animalistic and primal about the whole thing. And hot.

  While Raul continued to whisper in my ear and thrust in and out of my sopping core, Z’pheer’s tongue swirled around Malek’s huge cock, and some crazy part of me imagined having his head between my legs instead of Malek’s.

  I tried to turn my head away, hating the way my body heat skyrocketed from seeing such raw sexuality in front of me, mixing with the slick, tight pounding Raul was giving me.

  Raul’s dark chuckle seeped into my being. His hand trapped my chin, keeping my gaze on his men. He rasped commands, probably for me to watch them, don’t look away. Every word carried so much hunger, so much dark promise, it scared the fuck out of me. Without being able to understand him, my imagination ran rampant with all the things he might be promising to do to me.

  He was fucking me slowly now. Of course, with his huge frame overtop of me and his knees keeping my legs spread, his hand gripping my jaw, there was no need for him to hurry. He could take his time, fuck me for as long as he wanted.

  Z’pheer stroked himself faster, his mouth taking all of Malek’s cock. Malek’s eyes drank me in with hedonistic hunger. He gripped Z’pheer’s head, groaning, his hips thrusting.

  Fuck, the bastards were getting off on what was happening to me. Shame and rage speared me hard.

  Because I was getting off on them, too. I moaned and thrashed uselessly in Raul’s grip.

  Raul continued to stake his claim with every thrust.

  “Nist hem’na, Vahashatai.” The words filled my ears, his tone gruff.

  I howled. Rage and hatred—at my body’s response, at these men, at this fucking situation—threatened to burn me to ash. As if my screams turned him on, Raul’s cock went even stiffer inside me. He growled and raked his nails up the back of my thigh, thrusting faster. The added sting was exquisitely painful, bringing a wild scream from me and making me wetter.

  His pelvis rubbed against my stinging ass, the pain bringing a mewling sound from me and, absurdly, spiraling me toward a climax.

  Malek continued to fuck Z’pheer’s mouth, the sight conspiring to give Raul my orgasm whether I wanted him to have it or not.

  Malek came with a roar. I nearly followed, but somehow pushed the climax back.

  “Hiet.” Raul reached under me, stroking my greedy clit, his tongue lapping wickedly at my ear.

  He’d said no, and I assumed he’d sensed me trying not to come.

  I could feel him holding back, feel him waiting for me to come, fucking me with firm, authoritative thrusts that demanded total submission. I thrashed my head violently.

  “Fuck…fuck…you bastard, you fucking shit bastard!” I sobbed and bucked like a wild animal.

  I was so sopping wet it was a miracle that he stayed inside me.

  As if my anger and my insults drove him wild, he sat up, seized my shoulders in vice-like grips, and pounded me harder.

  “Damka,” he panted, praising me. “Damka, nayna.”

  Good, my mind translated mercilessly. Good slave. It seemed my own brain wouldn’t let me forget that his language was becoming a part of me.

  I came.

  I knew he was an alien, that I didn’t want him, and yet my body shuttered with release as I went over the edge in a writhing mess.

  Raul rumbled in satisfaction. He sped up, taking me viciously while his hand covered my mouth. My mouth, and my fucking nose.

  The fucker had cut off my breathing.

  My fear spiked. He inhaled as if he loved the scent of it. He gave me three sharp thrusts. His seed spilled into me as he roared his own release.

  His palm shifted, freeing my nose but not my mouth.

  I heaved breaths, shaking and almost crying with relief. Relief that it was over and this alien bastard hadn’t killed me.

  For a long moment, he knelt there, leaning over me, holding me close, his cheek against mine, his huge chest heaving against my back. He still had his hand on my mouth. Did he realize it, or was he trying to keep me from cursing more insults at him?

  He was whispering something, but I couldn’t hear it over the hammer of my heart and my huffing against his palm.

  Now that he was finished with me, the shock and awe of what had just happened sank in with catastrophic impact. I collapsed onto the makeshift bed under me, my legs too weak to hold me up, much less fight him.

  “Mm, Das ini damka, nayna.” He stroked my hair, the words filled with approval and satisfaction.

  I shrank from him like a wounded animal. His hand slid away from me.

  I heard him say a string of alien
words that carried a hint of reprimanding. I’d satisfied him, but somehow I’d also pissed him off. I had a feeling he was probably also implying that if I hadn’t pissed him off, he would have been nicer to me.

  “Get away from me…” Tears streaked my face. “Just get the fuck away from me, barbarian.”

  My words probably violated some slave’s protocol, and I’d likely pay for them later, but I was beyond desperate to be left alone, not to have him see me fall apart. I felt like I was on the verge of shattering like glass.

  “A’lem de’ka G’erthling.” He chuckled and clapped my ass cheek hard, making me whimper. “Dayna, Vahashatai.”

  Then I heard his feet shuffle.

  He was leaving. He was fucking leaving.

  I lifted my head in time to see him pet Tarku who lay sprawled in the entrance of the cave before he stepped over the dog and walked out, looking like a man who’d had a good meal.

  Just like that, he was gone, leaving me alone. Alone, except for the sound of his two men, now talking behind me near the fire as if nothing had happened.

  Without Raul there to see me fall apart, I expected I’d shatter to pieces. To curl up into a ball and cry like a baby over this dark cesspool my life had suddenly turned into.

  I didn’t. Instead, I folded myself into a protective fetal position and seethed.

  I imagined all the violent ways I could kill those three alien bastards in their sleep. None of the scenarios were remotely realistic or possible, but a girl could dream.

  As the talk between Malek and Z’pheer died down, and Malek began to snore softly from somewhere in the cave, a single truth sank in with undeniable certainty.

  If I didn’t get off this planet fast, the abyss that was Raul and his men would steal away a whole lot more than my freedom.

  9

  The Nice One

  A quiet snuffling pulled me from sleep.

  Was that a dog? I didn’t have a dog. I’d never had a pet. The Xandar Home for fucking Girls never allowed them.

  No. It was Tarku.

  I gasped, jerking upright, my heart battering my chest.

  I wasn’t on Earth.

  In the entrance to the cave, the pink alien dog sat chewing his last bird bone. His pink fur and those purple-blue scales glittered under the moonlight that streamed in, beautiful and distinctly alien.

  I hadn’t woken up from a horrible dream. I really had been kidnapped by an alien race and taken as their slave.

  A warm hand brushed my thigh. My heart plummeted. I looked beside me.

  Raul.

  Some crazy part of me had hoped Tarku had been an apparition created by my fear, or perhaps as a result of some strange effect this planet’s atmosphere was having on me. But he wasn’t an apparition at all.

  Raul lay next to me on his back, his gargantuan chest rising and falling with the slow, even rhythm of his breathing. He was also naked now, his massive cock, even flaccid, almost as long as my forearm. With his blond hair tousled and his harsh features relaxed in sleep, he looked almost boyishly handsome. Not at all like the cruel barbarian who’d blistered my ass for striking one of his men and then fucked me like a savage while his men watched.

  Despair unfurled deep in my gut, threatening to swallow me whole. I shoved it back, way back where it couldn’t touch me, and glanced around the half-darkened cave.

  Malek lay on his own leafy bed, a muscled shadow between me and the entrance. He turned over on his stomach and snored softly, his laser sword beside him.

  I looked over at the other side of the dying fire, craning my neck. Z’pheer had returned to his own makeshift bed. This far into the cave, where the moon—scratch that, moons—didn’t reach, his muscled form cut an impressive-sized shadow in the darkness. He laid on his side with one arm under his head. I could make out the flecks of silver in his dark hair, while those unusual black braids draped over his bare shoulder, disappearing into the night.

  As if to offer up a final unwanted reminder, when I shifted on the leaves under me, my ass still stung like a motherfucker. From Raul’s hand.

  Nope. I was really here.

  On Xandar. A planet after which the home I’d spent my last four years living in was named.

  Xandar Home for fucking Girls.

  I flopped back down on the leaves.

  I was going to call it that from now on, too, I thought with savage rage. Xandar Home for Fucking Girls.

  Fucking. That’s exactly what Raul had done to me. Thank God I had an IUD put in for my heavy periods, so I couldn’t get pregnant. The last thing I needed was to end up with that alien bastard’s child.

  I put my arm over my eyes as if it would shut out the dark notions the thought of that house conjured up. Raul murmured indistinctly in his sleep and rolled over onto his side. His big arm slid around my waist, trapping me against him. Wiping away any hope of somehow forgetting he was there. He pressed closer to me, his warm breath fanning my ear.

  I squirmed a little to the left. He growled a warning, murmured something with the word ‘nayna’ in it, and slid his hand right between my legs. Cupping my damn pussy.

  Oh, for fuck’s sake. Even in his sleep, the man couldn’t take a hint.

  His fingers brushed my core, and even that slight touch caused a painful burn there. I winced, then cursed myself for the noise, praying it wouldn’t wake him.

  Another soft snuffling made me lift my head. Having abandoned his bone, Tarku trotted across the cave toward me.

  I pushed him away with my foot. He ignored me and crawled onto the leaves, squirming his way between Raul and me. He nosed under Raul’s arm and squirmed until I was on the cold cave floor instead of the thick cushion of leaves.

  “Nice, Falcor. Very nice.”

  It seemed that dogs pushing people out of the beds of their masters wasn’t a phenomenon isolated to Earth.

  Except he’d settled his furry body against his master’s, seeking warmth, and now Raul had his arm around his dog instead of me. I covered a snicker with my hand.

  I couldn’t resist patting Tarku’s fur. “Maybe I don’t totally hate you after all.”

  Pushing to my feet, I froze, my gaze locked on the opening of the cave. I stared at the beckoning moonlight. My hand lifted, fingers brushing the collar still around my neck. I glanced behind me. The leash hanging from the collar stretched to the back of the cave, the slack more than long enough to allow me to walk around without allowing me to get more than a few steps outside. The other end of the leash was still under that retched rock.

  If I could just move that boulder…

  I dropped my shoulders and looked at the cave ceiling. “Yeah, right, Danika. You’d get your stupid ass killed.”

  If the Rith didn’t catch me, Raul or his men would probably find me before I made it very far. They knew this area, and they were trained warriors, bred to fight and survive here. When they found me, they’d probably make last night’s ordeal look like a cakewalk.

  I worked my tired muscles, aching from Raul’s brutality that night. My shoulders ached. Hell, even the back of my skull felt sensitive from where he’d yanked on my hair during our little fuck session.

  Closing my eyes on the memory, I snatched up his poncho from the ground nearby, tossed it around myself, and crossed to the cave opening.

  One step from the opening, the leash tugged on the collar, letting me know I was out of slack. I dropped my shoulders again, desolation settling in.

  Fucking assholes.

  This close to the entrance, I had a clear view of the planet’s sky. Somehow, I’d been hoping I’d see only one moon there. A small, yellowish white moon. Instead, two pearl-like moons hung less than the span of my hand apart. A thousand stars dotted the sky in consolations that looked nothing like those seen on Earth. The jungle stretched out for miles, blackened by the night, alien and foreboding.

  Fuck.

  I slumped against the side of the cave opening and slid down the wall to its dirt floor. My ass bumped the ground,
and even with the thickness of Raul’s gigantic poncho, the sting made me whimper, driving the reality of my situation home with painful finality.

  The hopelessness I’d been trying to hold off for so long finally found its way to the surface, refusing to be ignored.

  My throat tightened. I leaned back, letting my head fall against the cave wall.

  Something cool and metallic brushed the skin between my breasts. I looked down. The silver dolphin pendent Shelly had given me gleamed in the moonlight.

  An icy chill crawled over my skin, having nothing to do with the night air. Shelly. Son of a bitch.

  My mind rolled back over the encounter with Gwen. She’d been gone for two years. News reports had said she’d gone missing not too long after her eighteenth birthday, just like me.

  My eyes went huge. The reports had also said her phone had been found in the forest in Hallow Falls. Close to where I’d been when the goddamned ship had beamed me aboard.

  Jesus, how the hell had I missed that? My fists clenched.

  If I remembered correctly, when Gwen had left for the final time, Sauders had taken her to the airport. We had thrown her a goodbye party only the previous day. Months went by, though, until one of us girls started to wonder why Gwen had yet to call or write us. One girl even started a rumor that Gwen had been taken like “all the others” when they turned eighteen. I hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, other than those rumors being made-up stories to entertain bored teenage girls.

  But they weren’t wrong. Gwen had been taken. Sauders had been with her. Just has he had been with me.

  And Shelly had helped him.

  She’d said she was sorry. That she’d tried to change things.

  Jesus fucking Christ!

  I glared at the dolphin, suddenly wanting it off me as if it was poisonous. She’d known. The fucking twatwaffle had known.

  I ripped the necklace off, nearly tossing it over the cliff outside the cave, as far from me as I could get it…but my hand froze in mid-throw.

  If I left something here, the Rith might find it. There was no way they could connect the necklace to anything that would be to their advantage, but I still couldn’t bring myself to risk throwing it away.