My skin thrums with energy, and I close my eyes, trying to block the sudden wave of embarrassment that washes over me.
You weren't worried or embarrassed about being naked a moment ago when Jabex was fucking you into oblivion.
"I see that you two found a way to kill time while I killed intruders," Azrhan says as he stops by the end of the bed. He folds his arms over his chest, muscles flexing as he looks at us. I can't pick up on his mood.
Jabex, on the other hand, isn’t hard to read at all. He’s completely relaxed; there isn't an ounce of worry in his body. “You know me, brother, always finding a way to..." His eyes trail along me as he smiles. "Make a good situation out of a bad one."
"And you did that by fucking our mate, it seems,” Azrhan mutters. There doesn’t seem to be any real anger in the man’s voice.
Not that I care.
Azrhan looks at Jabex. "We have a prisoner. Everyone else was killed and is being floated as we speak."
Jabex scrunches his nose. "Yeah, we don't want the smell stinking up the ship."
I look back and forth between the man, my mouth open wide as they casually speak about death and floating aliens while Jabex and I are naked, bodies pressed against each other in bed.
I quickly scoot away from him now that my limbs have some kind of feeling in them again.
Azrhan's head snaps in my direction, and his eyes stop on my breast before moving down to my pussy, which clenches under the weight of his heavy gaze. When he brings his eyes back up, they pause on my neck before moving back to my face. "No need to be modest now, mate, not with my brother's cum covering your skin."
My breath catches in my throat, and I look down, remembering the thick ropes of light blue cum covering my skin.
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing," Jabex says with a laugh before the man reaches over and trails a finger through his cum, massaging it into my skin, even as I shrink away. When he brings the same finger to his mouth, my lips part slightly. A new wave of heat rushes over my body. " It's actually quite good."
His brother shakes his head, opening his mouth to say something when the swoosh of the door moves through the room again.
I go to cover myself, but Azrhan beats me to it, snatching the sheets from under Jabex and throwing them on top of me. He turns, his back to me as he stares at the doorway.
Jabex crawls out of the bed in his naked glory, moving to stand shoulder to shoulder with his brother.
"What is it?" Azrhan asks, his voice hard
“The prisoner is contained." I recognise Wylfynsen's low voice. "And all the other bodies have been spaced."
"Good, we'll be there in just a second," Azrhan tells him. I hear the door slide shut again, and then Azrhan turns to look at me. "Find her some clothes, Jabex. It's time she sees what we do to people who try to take what is ours."
Chapter 15
My brain feels like mush as I slide the silk top over my skin. I can't help noticing that the aliens seem to have some kind of obsession with the soft material.
The silk shirt is more like a tank top with its spaghetti straps, leaving my shoulders mostly bare. I see my bra on the floor, ripped into pieces. Jabex hadn't brought or offered me another one before he’d left the room.
So, it looks like you’re going to have to go braless.
I feel slightly self-conscious about my breast as I stare down at them.
There's no need to when Jabex has already seen them and knows what they look like without a bra anyway. That’s what you should be freaking out about instead, the fact that you just had sex with an alien.
Yet I can’t bring myself to regret it, no matter how much I should. Aliens have been my sworn enemy for years now. I may not have always been on the front lines of battle with my sister, but I have definitely been an advocate for the segregation of aliens and humans. Aliens should be sent back to their own planet and leave us in peace. They shouldn't be able to just inhabit earth and take humans as they please.
Then why aren’t you as pissed about the Elihu brothers taking you as you should be?
Why aren’t you trying to still find ways to escape instead of letting Jabex fuck you until you can’t see straight?
My stomach churns as I think about it, not because of the sex, but because I know I wouldn’t mind doing it again. Not only was it the best sex and orgasms I’ve ever had, but there’s something about the Elihu brothers that seems to draw me to them.
Is it the mate bullshit that they keep talking about?
"You look beautiful." The words catch me off guard, cutting my thoughts off. I spin, finding Azrhan standing a couple of feet away from me.
The alien has his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark pants as he leans against the wall, his gaze tracking me.
My skin warms, and I fold my arms over my chest. My heart flutters in a way that isn't... unpleasant, and I have to steel myself.
"What?" I ask, staring at him.
I thought he'd left with Jabex.
I know that I'd seen both men leave out of the room, telling me that they'd be waiting outside and to knock against the door when I was done dressing. I was surprised they'd granted me the privacy, so finding out now that they hadn't actually done it, isn't a surprise.
"You were staring at your breasts." My skin flushes as the words leave his mouth. He drifts closer to me, his shoulders tense. "They're beautiful," he says, his eyes resting on my chest. His eyes lift to mine. "Just like the rest of you."
The soft words are hard to associate with the same man who, along with his brother, has had his hands around my throat multiple times. They don't match with what I've always thought of aliens.
Yet the men haven't actually hurt you, other than when they first caught you stealing from them, which is understandable.
Saylor has done worse to thieves.
I look away from Azrhan, staring down at my feet. "I’m ready," I tell him.
He doesn't say anything for a moment before I finally hear him let out a sigh. He mutters something under his breath, but it doesn't quite sound like English.
I glance up at him, tilting my head to the side. But his back is to me, and he's already moving toward the door. I follow him, and I can't help but to feel thankful when Jabex isn't waiting outside of the door.
I don't want to see the man when only seconds ago I was wiping his cum off of my skin and still coming down from the orgasms he'd brutally taken out of me.
Azrhan remains quiet as I follow him; I note that he talks a lot less than his brother, who always seems to be amused and mocking me.
Azrhan stops when we get to a door, and he types the keypad right next to the door. The door slides in, and he gestures for me to move ahead of him. A part of me wonders if it's because he thinks I'll run if he lets me out.
But would I? Where would I even go?
Running earlier had been stupid when there'd been nowhere to go.
The aliens would have caught me one way or another.
I step into the room. It's dimly lit, but I don't miss the silhouette of . He's standing just in front of a cage, his eyes hard as he stares at the alien hunkered down inside.
The cage is barely taller than I am, and the alien... well, he's a lot bigger than me. His yellow skin looks sickly, his black eyes turning to look at us. He lets out a loud hiss, his tongue spitting out of his mouth in my direction. I let out a small shriek, leaning away and nearly tripping over my feet.
A hard shoulder brushes against my side. I watch in shock as Azrhan reaches out a hand and wraps it around the dark orange tongue that has to be a foot long.
Azrhan's grip visibly squeezes the tongue while the alien lets out a growl, trying to pull away. Azrhan turns, glaring at him. "You dare try to harm my mate," he hisses at the alien, not letting go of him.
From the tone of Azrhan's voice and the fire in his eyes, I don't even open my mouth to correct him and tell him I'm not his mate.
The captured alien starts to thrash wilder, but Azrhan refu
ses to let go of his tongue and for a second, I think it's going to rip clean from the alien's mouth.
Azrhan's eyes narrow further as he walks closer to the cage. "You're lucky I need you to talk or else I'd cut your tongue out and shove it down your throat." He finally releases the other alien. The alien goes recoiling back, trying to retreat to the back of his cage, but it's clear there's no escaping Azrhan.
"Now, you can either go ahead and tell me who you are and why you're here, or we can prolong this and can use all of his gadgets on you." He gestures at the other alien, who steps forward.
I watch with a wide mouth as his steel fingers change once again. Instead of the weird guns from earlier, sharp blades appear in place of his fingers.
The yellow alien lets out a shriek, and then words are falling from his lips, quick and sharp. My brows crease as I try to pick up on the strange language.
Azrhan and have no such problems, though, as they intently listen to the man.
"What did he say?" I ask when the man stops talking, not only surprising myself but also Azrhan it appears, as the man turns to look at me, raising a brow.
"He's with the aloadae, the alien-human faction that's always giving the AHA problems," he grumbles. His gaze hardens as lines appear at the corner. "It's nothing compared to Pyre, though." His words are heavy as he looks at me.
I look away, the reminder of my sister and my life sharp in my head.
My sister would be so disappointed if she saw me now. Freshly fucked by an alien and not complaining.
I pull my lips tight.
"I do wish he would have tried to put up a better fight," says with a sigh, breaking the silence in the room. He turns his head to look at Azrhan. "Do you want to or do you want me to?" He gestures to the yellow alien.
Azrhan's eyes narrow. "I've got this." He reaches a hand into his pocket, drifting closer to the cage. He squeezes the thick lock between his fingers, and it gives off a glow before it clicks, falling to the grounds.
The yellow alien tries to move backwards at the same time his tongue spits out of his mouth again, headed for Azrhan this time. Azrhan lets out a laugh, sick and cruel as he catches the alien’s tongue again. "You know your poison doesn't affect me," is the only thing he says before I watch in shock as a glint of silver flashes through the air. Then the alien's tongue is falling to the ground. "Looks like I cut it off anyway," Azrhan says before the silver is flashing through the air again.
The yellow alien lets out a sickening sound. I watch in shock as his head topples from his shoulder, falling to the ground.
Chapter 16
I should be running for my life.
It's the only thing going through my head as I follow behind Azrhan with my eyes on the ground. I just watched him cut another alien's head clean off, and I'm still here.
I should be saying fuck it all and running, whether I have a destination in mind or not.
But something in my heart hurts anytime I even think about running, and I don't like it.
Azrhan pauses, typing on a keypad. When the door slides open, I'm glad to see that we're in a kitchen-like area.
I need something to eat; I'm starving, and maybe it'll help me find my brain.
Obviously, I’ve lost it somewhere between getting kidnapped and now.
I drop down into one of the seats at the round table, keeping an eye on Azrhan as the man moves further into the room.
His broad back is to me as he opens a big, steel door. There’s a soft hum, then mist appears in the air, chilling the room.
What kind of fucking fridge is that?
The man closes the door back shut, and I watch as he carries some form of basket in his hands. His eyes sweep over me before he walks over to the table and places the basket down.
I eye it suspiciously, frost still covering the brown basket. There's something in the center, red and bright, but I can't determine what.
Azrhan disappears again, turning into a small aclove, and I can't see him, even though I crane my neck to try to.
When he appears again, there's a plate in his hand with steam coming off of it. He places the plate in front of me, a thick spicy aroma meeting my nostrils.
I lean forward, trying to get a better smell of it before I catch myself and lean back.
"It's yours," Azrhan says, his voice gruff. His big hand gestures at the plate. "I know you must be hungry."
Again, the words and the softness doesn't match up with the gruff alien who I just watched cut off another alien's head.
He places a fork on the plate, the utensil clattering loudly against the glass. I eye him for a moment, but the grumbling of my stomach throws any doubts I have out of the window. I pick up the fork, and even though a part of me is screaming that this could be poison or some kind of alien animal, my nose is telling me it smells a lot like turkey.
When I dig my fork into the thick brown meat and pop it into my mine, it tastes a thousand times better than I expected. The spices are thick and attack my taste buds. I quickly shove more into my mouth.
I fly through the meal. When I look up, my eyes widen as I find Azrhan looking at me. I glance back down at my now empty plate.
"Dessert," Azrhan says as he grabs the edge of the basket I'd forgotten about. My eyes get a closer look at the circular red treats sitting in the middle. Even though I feel full, my mouth is already watering at the sight of them. “This is called polki.”
I reach a hand forward, but Azrhan’s hand curls over my fingers. "No," he says. His eyes meet mine. "I will feed these to you."
I open my mouth to argue with him, but it's cut off as the man shoves one of the polki into my mouth. Sweetness explodes inside my mouth, cold and pleasant. The texture of the treat is soft, almost like that of a grape. More juice squirts out of it when I bite down.
Azrhan nods his head in approval before he holds up another polki between his thick fingers.
I eye his hand for a moment.
"You are hesitant, but it is tradition amongst our people that we feed our mates treats and deserts," he says, wrinkles appearing between his brows.
"I'm not your mate," I grumble, even as I lean forward and wrap my lips around the treat.
Azrhan lets out a snort. "But you are, and I think you are starting to realize it is the truth. You surely aren't trying to run away from me, and I know you didn't run when Jabex had his cock buried in you earlier."
My blood runs cold. I want to protest, but it's the truth. I don't want to run away from these men, no matter what I know. My sister would kill me herself if she saw me now, saw me allowing myself to be pampered and fed by aliens, by hands that were handing out death mercilessly just moments ago.
But I’ve felt more comfortable on this spaceship as a prisoner than I’ve felt as a rebel in Pyre for a long time.
"It is okay. You can't deny the bond any more than I or Jabex. You may think you want to get away from us, and maybe you'll even try once more, but you won't be able to." Azrhan says the words casually as he holds out another one of the sweet treats.
I shake my head, wanting to deny his statement, wanting to tell him he's wrong, but he's right. There's something in my body that screams no when I even think about escaping.
What if I actually tried to run away from them again?
I can't even fathom doing it considering how much it hurts in my chest when I even think about getting away from the men.
My eyes widen as Azrhan's thumb traces along my chin, wiping away a trickle of juice. I watch, my heart heavy in my chest as he brings the thumb to his mouth, sucking the liquid off it.
My core floods with heat.
Azrhan's eyes lift to meet mine. He leans forward, pulling his thumb from his mouth. When he pushes it between my lips, I don't even try to fight the man. Instead, my lips clamp down on his thick finger. A grin curls Azrhan's lips. "Now suck," he directs me.
I find myself obeying, sucking on the digit. The taste of the polki still lingers on his finger, even though it's faint, a
nd it only proves to amplify the feelings going on in my body.
"That's a good human," Azrhan says. The words should sound mocking, they don't. They sound more like an encouragement that I want to rise to meet.
"Now let’s see if you suck my cock just as well."
Chapter 17
Azrhan pulls his thumb from my mouth as I look at him with wide eyes.
Then his lips are on mine, and I can't form any words. His lips are somehow soft, even as they force mine to move with his. They dance together slowly, sensually.
Hands grip my waist before hauling me in the air, and then my legs are wrapping around wide hips against my better instincts. Azrhan's groin presses against mine as the alien moves his hips slightly, creating a rhythm that has my skin on fire, my blood boiling.
He pulls his lips away from me, and my eyes meet his. His grip on me loosens until I have no choice but to drop to my feet. My eyes shoot downward as the man starts to unbuckle his pants.
A gasp leaves my lips when he drags the zipper down, revealing that he has no underwear on. He reaches in and when his hand comes out, he's holding two cocks in his hand. They're just like Jabex's, who I only caught a glimpse of earlier today. Two thick and long dicks sitting on top of each other. Even now, they're both hard as the man strokes his hand along them and I have to take a deep gulp. My eyes trail along the top cock on top, and I can’t help but to notice the slight ribbing of it.
Holy fuck.
What does he want me to do with those things?
And do I even want to?
But I already know the answer, and it’s yes.
I want to grab onto Azrhan's cocks, play with them, run my hands over them, my tongue, my mouth, just as much as I wanted Jabex to fuck me.
Azrhan's eyes hold mine as he continues to stroke himself. "Now, mate, you’re going to suck my cock, and you're going to get it real wet so that I can fuck you on the table."
I note that he doesn't say cock in plural, and I have to wonder if he only wants me suck one of them. But as I find myself sliding to my knees, I want to take both of them in my mouth, even if I’m not sure that I actually can.
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