by Emma Vance
Beatrice froze. “Did you just say you’ll help me escape?” Her voice was a near whisper.
“I’m getting you out of here,” I said, with grim determination. Then a thought occurred to me. “Unless, of course, you want to stay?” I held my breath.
“Stay? Of course I don’t want to stay! I was kidnapped! I want to go home,” she yelled, and I looked towards the opening of the tent.
I put my finger to my lips to quiet her. Though her answer filled me with relief, I was stuck on the final words she said. I cleared my throat.
“I am not sure that going back to your home is a possibility,” I said slowly, watching the movement in her face. Her mouth firmed, and she raised her chin a little bit. This one wouldn’t give up.
“And why not? Where would I go if not home?”
“You would have options, my mate. One of them is staying with me. I hope you will. But your home planet is in the farthest reaches of the galaxy. That area is declared off limits by the Inter-Galactic Alliance. I’m not sure how you were stolen, but the smugglers who did so risked much.”
I watched her, the movements on her face mesmerizing. She was already preparing to fight me, which must mean she wanted to go home very badly. It never occurred to me if I found my mate she might not want to stay with me.
My stomach was like lead as I contemplated the possibility of her leaving me. But regardless of what she chose I needed to explain all she would experience.
“We may face some problems with the mating connection—the Rushing has already begun, and if we do not satisfy it soon, I have heard it can be difficult.” That word was an understatement for what I’d been told would happen if either of us put off the Rushing.
“I am already experiencing that now,” Beatrice said, through gritted teeth. Sweat beaded across her forehead, and her lovely brown skin had leached of color. “Did you mean what you said?” she asked, her voice breathless again. “That you would help me leave here?”
“Of course. We are mates, Beatrice.” I tried to make her understand the magnitude of what that meant, but I wasn’t sure she was fully absorbing my words.
“And . . .” Her mouth twisted and something flashed across her face that I couldn’t quite catch. “What about the other humans? The ones taken. Would you help them too?”
Her eyes were large and filled with unshed tears. I could see how much this meant to her. Of course, she would want to rescue her people. They had likely all been taken against their will. I rubbed my hand across my chin, a slow smile spreading across my face. My crew would not like the change in plans, but they would want to rescue these females too.
“It will be a challenge to take all the humans from this planet. But yes, I will help your females escape too.”
She smiled, and that small movement with her lips did more for the hardening of my cock than our kiss earlier. She was breathtaking. I didn’t know how I would save the other female humans, or convince my crew to do it, but I knew I would take down entire armies for even the promise of another smile like that. I smiled back, and she shook her head, her eyebrows drawing together.
“Why would you help us?”
“Because you are my mate,” I said, my voice firm as I tipped her chin up with my thumb. “I need no other reason than that. But, if you are searching for some other motive, my people abhor planets like these, where women are bought and sold for pleasure. We are known throughout the galaxy for our reverence of females. It is also important for my people that you and I are able to mate, as we are in the middle of reproductive crisis on my planet.”
Her mouth formed a circle as if she was trying to process everything I had just told her. Then she shook herself, muttered something under her breath and seemed to come to a decision.
“So,” she said, clasping her hands together and looking at me from underneath her thick eyelashes. “What’s the plan?”
Beatrice
Mekvar was saying shit about me being his mate, about his mission on the planet that he had to complete and how difficult it might be to get all of the humans onto his ship without the guards noticing, but I only had room for two thoughts in my head.
One, he said he would get me the fuck outta Dodge, and two, I really wanted to bang him. Like, really, really badly. I had gotten over the shock of that approximately five minutes ago, and I was just really leaning into the fact that I wanted him.
While he was talking to me, I was blinded by it.
Consumed with it.
I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying because of it.
I got that me being his ‘mate’ was an important thing to him, and he was saying that was the reason I was feeling like I wanted to fuck the entire starting line-up of the Padres, but if all of them were him. What made things worse was that he was dressed in slick, liquid black pants that showed every inch of muscular thigh, and each tight round ass cheek.
The cherry on the cake? He sported a huge fucking erection straining the front of his pants that looked so enticing I actually thought about straddling him and just going to town.
Instead, I sat on the bed, crossed my legs and gritted my teeth.
“Beatrice.” He placed a hand on my leg and I jumped. I realized he had been saying something to me. He moved closer to me on the bed.
“Bea,” I gasped out. His eyebrows, or the ridges on his face that resembled eyebrows, drew together in a frown.
“Call me Bea,” I explained. “That’s what my friends call me.” If this alien dude was going to help get me out of this desert-sex-dungeon-hell-hole, then I didn’t want him to be calling me a name I’d only heard my foster mother say when I was in trouble.
“Are you well?” Mekvar asked, taking his hands in mine.
“Don’t!” I pulled my arms away swiftly, then wrapped them around my stomach, doubling over. I groaned into the silken cover that swathed the bed as my nipples rubbed against the fabric.
“The Rushing,” he said, in a knowing, rough voice. I took comfort in that roughness, in the fact that he might be experiencing the same thing I was.
“Can you shut the fuck up about that?” I whined into the bed.
His hands combed lightly through my hair. I wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt so good I arched into him instead.
“Beatrice,” he began, clearly forgetting that I had told him to call me Bea, but I was too lost in the sensation of his hands to correct him. “Let me help you.” His voice was gruff, uneven, like metal scraped against stone.
“How?” I asked, my own voice filled with a wild desperation that tore from me.
His hands hovered above my back, and I sensed the heat more than I felt his touch.
Then, he took hold of my shoulders and gently flipped my body over. The bed was soft and I bounced up, my thighs skimming his. He hissed, his breath whistling through his teeth.
My dress, if we could call it that, was held together by a thin silver ribbon, tied at the middle. Mekvar’s rough-looking hands grasped the ribbon and pulled it. I bucked upwards, my body impatient, to say the least. He ripped apart the frothy fabric until it pooled on either side of me.
I was naked, my breasts exposed and heaving in the torchlight of the tent. But I didn’t care. I could feel how slick my pussy was; the juices had coated my thighs and made my folds slide together like I’d poured an entire bottle of lube all up in there. I moaned and parted my legs.
I wasn’t afraid, I was desperate.
I wanted him to free his cock from those skin-tight pants and relieve this aching need that had taken over.
But he didn’t remove his pants. Instead he trailed a finger from the base of my neck, through the valley of my breasts, and down to the apex of my thighs, right at the top of my pussy. His finger was rough with callouses, and the texture of them sent shivers down me with every touch. He hovered above my clit, and I whimpered.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky and I heard the little catch in it. Like he was holding on by a very thin th
read.
At his words, I forgot where I was. I forgot I had been kidnapped, that I was on this fucked up brothel planet and I had no control of anything. The second I heard his voice, I knew he was right there with me and it wasn’t just me feeling this way.
“Please,” I begged, as the heat of his hand hovered above my pussy. I tried to laugh, but it came out more like a garbled cry. “I need something to relieve this . . . pressure.”
“I understand,” he growled in response, “more than you could know.”
His voice was closer, and he must have moved up to my face. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Gold-grey scales, ridged arches along his nose, eyebrows and cheeks that looked like someone tried to make a clay mask of a human face. When I was this close to him, he didn’t look ugly or strange to me at all.
He looked kind of beautiful. Handsome.
Like how I’d imagined an old-timey Italian count to look with cheekbones that could cut glass and plush lips I couldn’t wait to feel along my skin. Except a dragon version of that dude.
I couldn’t wait. I closed the short distance between by pulling him down towards me and fastening my mouth on his. He made a startled sound against me, but it didn’t take him long to match my enthusiasm. I closed my eyes again and groaned.
I was on fire.
His kiss was scorching and made me want to explode. I lost myself in the sensations until I was jolted by the touch of his tongue lashing against mine—his tongue was forked.
Forked like a snake, forked.
I tore away from him panting, my need anything but quenched, but the feel of his tongue was too strange to pretend I was doing anything but what I was doing—making out with a dragon-lizard-Italian-count-alien. On a sex planet.
With a growl, he pressed his entire body into mine, and I’d never felt such satisfaction in my life as his delicious weight on top of me. I arched up against him, my legs spreading and curling around his waist. I ground my pussy against his crotch and nearly saw stars at the pleasure from rubbing my clit along the hard erection in his slick pants. But still, he didn’t remove them. Instead, he rocked against me too, snarling slightly into my mouth as his forked tongue licked the edges of my lips.
I came in a burst, the waves of it rolling through me like thunder. I cried out as the orgasm shook through me.
I was shaking as it subsided, but impossibly, I felt the desire building back up again.
“Mekvar,” I whispered against his mouth. “What is happening?”
“It will be like this, at the beginning,” he whispered back, his voice straining. I realised he hadn’t came yet.
“Should you take your clothes off?” I asked, trailing my hand down his torso, feeling my own need growing. He gasped and grabbed my hand from his chest, then lifted my fingers and popped them into his mouth. I arched forward, but he pinned me back down onto the bed.
“This night is not for me,” he said, inexplicably.
Then, he dragged his thick split tongue down my body, tracing between my breasts just as his finger did earlier. But this time, he turned towards my nipple and lapped at one stiff peak. His tongue was rough and scratched against my nipples deliciously. He fastened his mouth on one nipple until I was curving my spine up towards him, begging him, sobbing. He popped his mouth off and ravaged my other nipple. My hands gripped his textured, hairless head as he sucked on my nipples, tugging them into his mouth with an eager voracity that gave me no doubt of how much he was enjoying it.
He moved lower, tracing over my belly and down further to my pussy. I wet my lips in anticipation. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a guy to go down on me so badly as right now.
When he dipped his pronged tongue into my pussy and licked up the side of my clit, I let out an inhuman keen that I’m sure everyone on the next planet overheard. His tongue hit me in the exact right spot over and over and over again, flicking my clit hard and fast and nudging it precisely how I liked it. I held on to his head as he sucked my pussy, licking all the way down to the bottom and back up again with a gusto that made my head spin.
I felt the pressure inside me building again, threatening to burst. He knew it, and urged me there, lick after lick, until he finally fastened his lips around my clit and sucked. I nearly came off the bed. My orgasm rolled through me, my pussy contracting and pulsing, but Mekvar continued licking, slow and deliberate, until the sensations gradually ebbed out.
Mekvar collapsed onto the bed beside me, and we both panted into the torch light.
“So,” I said, my voice dry and scratchy, as if I’d gone out to a karaoke bar and drunkenly sang all night long. “When is it your turn?”
Chapter Eleven
Mekvar
By the Gods, I could fuck a hole through this bed right now. I was aching so fiercely with need that I probably would have spilled my seed in seconds if she touched me. But Beatrice still wanted to go home, and I still needed to complete my mission on this planet before we could leave. At that sobering thought, I sat up from the bed, rubbing my hands across the back of my neck.
“Hello? Mekvar?”
I realized she had asked me a question and I had not yet answered. “I am sorry, Beatrice.”
A faint red stain spread across the bridge of her nose and I was mesmerised by the change in her coloring. I wonder what it meant.
“What, does that mean you are over this?”
My mouth curved downwards at her words. Over this? “I am not sure I understand your meaning, my mate. But there are things I must do on Stryxx before we can leave here.” I wished it weren’t true.
She watched me for a moment. “Right. Your mission. What is it again?”
I nodded, wondering how much I should tell her. If she were captured and tortured, it would be better if she knew nothing. Renewed rage pumped through my veins at the thought of anyone hurting her. Then again, she might be able to help in finding the scientist. The females could access different parts of the planet than we could, and more eyes were always better.
Did I want to put that responsibility on her? I looked over and met her large brown eyes with my own gold ones. No, I needed to tell my mate everything. I wouldn’t have secrets between us.
“I am looking for another of my kind, who is on Stryxx. A scientist. He is someone whose work is life-changing for the fate of my people. I won’t be able to leave this planet until I find him.” I swallowed thickly. “I made a promise. One that I cannot renege on.”
“That is all well and good,” she said slowly, studying me with an expression I didn’t understand. “But what about what you promised me? About helping the humans escape?”
“I gave you my word, Beatrice. I will get you and the other humans away from here. I just need to retrieve what we came here for and talk to my crew about getting you all out.”
She seemed satisfied at my answer, but not overjoyed. I understood. I didn’t want us staying here any longer either. If I could scoop her up from this bed and carry her bodily back to Votarnis, I would.
I put my fingers under her chin, and she lifted her eyes to meet mine.
“I will get you out of here as soon as I can. You are my true mate. It is the most valuable thing to my people. To Dragorians, there is nothing worth more than your mate.”
“Er, okay.” She laughed a little, then looked away. She appeared uncomfortable with me speaking about our mating connection, and my heart felt heavy at the thought. It was difficult, but I tried to understand. There were not many races in the galaxy that had such a stringent way of reproducing. If her people did not have mates and did not have to deal with the Wolgons as we did, who were sterilizing and killing off our females, then she could not understand how precious this connection was.
“Do you not have mates on your home planet?” I asked, searching my brain for any knowledge of humans. I had barely even heard of them.
Of course, it was difficult to think with all of my blood currently concentrated in my cock.
Beatrice snorted. “Pe
ople marry, yes. Is that what you mean? They produce children. They promise to be together, though that doesn’t always work out. It doesn’t work out a lot, in fact. And humans have children without marriage of course. And sometimes just give them away.” She said those last words bitterly, and I wondered at that.
I could not imagine living in a world where young were so abundant they were given away.
“Once Dragorians are mated, they are mated for life.” I said the last words softly, considering them. I used to think that was a limitation—only being able to reproduce with one female and mating with them alone. It had meant that are population had begun to dwindle and could be taken advantage of by galaxy scum like the Wolgons. We had the ability to mate for pleasure, of course, but that fell far short of what those with true mates had.
Now that I stared at my own mate, I knew our connection was not a limitation. It gave me more strength than if I had a hundred mates.
I only wanted this one female, and only she would ever satisfy me. The blood pumping through me screamed for her alone. The incredible closeness I felt with her after only one night and before we had even properly mated was indescribable.
As if she sensed my thoughts, Beatrice sighed heavily and leaned towards me. I was momentarily distracted by the heave of her breasts.
“So, you are saying you cannot leave the planet at all without this dude? What does he look like?”
“I would imagine he looks a lot like me, as he is another Dragorian.”
“And you have no idea where he is?”
I shook my head.
She released a burst of incredulous laughter. “But he could be anywhere! This is an entire planet!”
“Hopefully he will find us once he hears there is a group of Dragorians on the planet. But until then we will search the pleasure houses. A very small part of the planet is actually habitable, so he doesn’t have many places to go.” I tried to reassure Beatrice. “I will help you escape this planet. I give you my word on this. But first I need to find this male. This may be the only hope left for my people.”