Taken by Her Alien Warriors [The Warriors 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Doris O'Connor

  Her body responded to the heated promise in his words, and she dug her nails into his thigh, when he licked along her jaw and then brushed his lips over hers. The touch was as light as a butterfly’s wings against her skin, yet his warm, firm lips still felt like a brand. Her breathing hitched to join his heavier rhythm, as he repeated that move several times until she followed that sensuous promise and leant in closer.

  “That’s my girl. Stop fighting us. Let me show you how good we could be.”

  He wrapped one hand into her hair to tilt her head, and this time when he brushed his lips over hers, she could feel his smile, when she opened her lips for him. He licked up and down her seam with slow, torturous strokes, coaxing her to respond. Every time her tongue darted out to seek his, he withdrew again, until Gemini wanted to scream at him. Blindly she groped for his tunic and tried to pull him closer, but she might as well have tried to pull a mountain.

  He laughed when she opened her eyes to glare at him.

  “Have you already forgotten what I said when we got married, little one?” His grin deepened as her lust-fogged bran tried to remember what on earth he was referring to.

  “I–I…” She licked her lips and his gaze dropped to her mouth. His fangs and horns lengthened and quivered. Acting on instinct, she let go off his tunic and ran her fingers up his biceps, into his hair until her fingertips reached the velvet hardness of those protrusions.

  Instantly, Ornack’s hold on her hair tightened, and his groan shook the bed. Emboldened by his reaction, she took a firmer hold of his horns and stroked up and down them in much the same way she would his cock, and she got a similar response. They hardened, and Ornack’s whole body grew tense. Muscles bulging, the thick veins on his neck stood out, and his deep-blue eyes dilated to such a degree that they looked almost black.

  “Careful, little one. You keep this up, and I’ll lose what little restraint I have left.” The deep, guttural tones pitched her own arousal sky high. Her clit tingled in response, and she grew wet for this man, her husband. For the first time, Gemini truly allowed herself to let that thought sink in. He said she was his. By definition that also meant he was hers, and at this moment in time, with the sexual tension shimmering between them like a living entity, she couldn’t think of one sensible reason why she ought to be fighting this anymore, why she had ever fought it.

  Zorran might never come back, and even if he did, it wouldn’t change her feelings for Ornack. Sometime over the last three months she had fallen in love with him, and by his response to her now, he at least wanted her, maybe even loved her a little. Surely, if he didn’t, then he would have just taken what was his, without a care for her feelings. Even now he held back, waiting for her reaction, like he always did.

  She smiled at him and stepped up the slide of her hands on his horns. His nostrils flared in response and he growled at her. Low, deep, and menacing, the sound trembled through her, and she kissed his prominent Adam’s apple. Hair, roughened as it was with his evening growth of stubble, it left tingles of awareness on her lips, and she traced them lower, over the thick veins in his neck, his collarbone and lower still until his tunic stopped her progress.

  She grinned up at him and, taking her hands off his horns, let them trail lower until she could place them on his chest. The muscles jumped under her palms, and when she pushed him down, he allowed her to do so.

  “Gemini…” Again that deep rumble had more wetness escape from her until the tops of her thighs were coated with her need for this man.

  “Maybe I don’t want your restraint,” she said and she tugged his tunic up until her hands came into contact with his golden flesh. He sucked in a breath when she let her fingers walk over the hair-roughened peaks and valleys of his drool-worthy abdomen. The hard, pulsing length of his cock called her and she straddled his legs to give her better leverage. She had to hitch her dress up to enable her to do so, and a feminine moan escaped her when he mimicked her actions and grasping the hem of her dress, bunched it up until it rested on her hips. He ran his callused palm up and down her thighs, and she lost herself in his sinful grin.

  “You’re going the right way about it, wife.”

  Gemini swatted his hands away with an impish grin, and tugged at his tunic.

  “Take that damn thing off. It’s in my way.”

  Ornack laughed, and her breath stalled in her lungs when he sat up slightly and yanked the offending piece of cloth over his head. The action made his pecs flex and his abdominals ripple, and Gemini bent down to run her tongue over his little flat nipples. They hardened under her ministrations, and Ornack grasped her ass cheeks and yanked her hips up until her slick pussy sat on top of his still-covered cock.

  They groaned in unison, and Gemini lost the upper hand when he proceeded to rub her along his hot length. The action created the most delicious friction against her clit. Shivers raced across her skin, and she shrieked when Ornack flipped them over so that he was now on top.

  He thrust against her exposed cunt, as he settled himself between her open thighs, in an imitation of the real act that nonetheless had her climb the rungs of arousal at lightning speed. The intensity of his gaze meant she could not look away from him, until he dipped his head and kissed her.

  This kiss held none of his earlier gentleness. It was a brand of his possession of her, a claim, and a promise of so much more passion to come. He devoured her mouth, all the while keeping up the lazy thrusts against her pussy, which meant his pelvic bone bumped into her clit every time. The action was driving her crazy with need, and she kissed him back with all the pent-up emotions inside her. Her fingernails scored his back in a silent plea for him to move faster, and when he finally let her up for air, she gasped in need.

  “Please…please…I need…”

  Ornack withdrew and gave the most wicked grin she had ever seen on him, and getting on his knees between her legs, pushed her dress up higher and higher. Every new bit of skin he exposed was greeted by his lips and tongue as he explored her body, until he could free her breasts. Her nipples tightened further in the cool air, and she shamelessly arched her back in a silent offering.

  Ornack groaned and blew against the peaks, making them tingle in need, and Gemini screamed when he finally sucked one hard nub into his mouth. The most exquisite sensations shot straight to her clit, as though her nipples were connected to her desperately clenching pussy by live wires of electricity.

  Her head thrashed from side to side and she knew she was pleading with him again like a wanton hussy, yet she couldn’t bring herself to be ashamed by that.

  Ornack released her nipple with a grate of his teeth and a loud pop, and reclaimed her mouth in another soul-searching kiss that brought tears to her eyes.

  “Shhh, little one, let me take care of you.”

  Her eyes fluttered open at the surprisingly gentle rumble, and this time she couldn’t doubt the love shining out of his eyes. He kissed the moisture off her cheeks, and then divested her off the rest of her clothing in record time, until she lay before him naked.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, and she blinked at the strips of linen he suddenly had in his hands. Anticipation made her throat dry and she couldn’t form the words past the lump in her throat, so she simply nodded.

  * * * *

  Ornack’s chest tightened and he couldn’t help the broad grin that spread across his face at that tiny nod. There it was. The trust he craved to see in her eyes, together with arousal so fierce her beautiful eyes were the deepest blue he’d ever seen them. The dancing light of the fire illuminating his bedchamber created a pattern of flickering shadows across all the luscious curves of her body. He knew he had to take her soon or he’d be in danger of shooting his load in his leggings. His dick pulsed and his balls throbbed, and the material felt wet and uncomfortable, slick as it was with her feminine arousal and his own pre-cum. It added a heavy sexual musk to the air, and Ornack allowed himself a moment of triumph. He had been right to wait for her to make the fir
st move, and while he’d have preferred to have Zorran here, too, so that they could have claimed their little human together, he was done with waiting. He also couldn’t deny the primitive sense of ownership that made him glad he didn’t have to share this woman right now.

  Zorran might not come back, but if he did, then he’d have a lot of explaining to do. Ornack grinned at the thought of Zorran being at the receiving end of Gemini’s wrath. Her stay on Drakan had allowed her to blossom, and she no longer feared showing emotion. Safe, as she was, in the knowledge that there would be no repercussions. She was no one’s slave here. She was an equal and, as his wife, under protection from the king himself.

  “Ornack?” Her whispered question brought him out of his internal reverie and he pushed all thoughts of Zorran firmly out of his mind.

  “Shhh, patience, my sweet wife. I was just contemplating how far you’ve come since you stepped off that ship. I doubt very much that Gemini would have taken the initiative quite as enthusiastically as you did.”

  An impish grin appeared on her features, even as the most delightful blush heated up her fair skin. Her gaze zeroed in on his throbbing cock, which was trying its best to peek out over the edge of his leggings.

  “You said I needed to ask for your cock, so please, for the love of god will you let me have it.” She bit her lip and glanced up at him and then added a quiet, “Sir.”

  The dominant side of him roared at the term she’d only ever used for Zorran, and he knew his voice was harsh with need when he spoke.

  “Say that again.”

  Gemini sought his gaze and thrust her amazing tits higher into the air.

  “Please, Sir, may I have your cock. Make me yours.”

  “Well, as you ask me so nicely, wife.”

  He sat back and yanked off his leggings, enjoying her gasp when he fisted his heavy erection and slid the tip through her wet slit a few times. She was completely bare as was the custom, and he gritted his teeth against the exquisite sensations shooting up his dick.

  “You’re so damn hot and wet for me, as I part your lips. Your little hole is quivering and your nub is hard and swollen and begging for my touch. You want this badly, don’t you, my sweet little wife?”

  Gemini groaned in answer and, yanking on his shoulders, lifted her hips, so that the tip of his erection slid into her moist heat on the downstroke. Her vaginal muscles clenched around him, as though to draw him in further. Sweat formed on his brow with the sheer force of will required to not simply thrust in hard and claim what was his. However, Gemini was human and fragile, and she would need preparing to take all of his cock. He knew taking her virginity would be painful for her, especially as he was larger than the average Drakan, and he wanted her to remember this moment as special, not painful. He pulled away, grasped her wrists in one hand, and pinned them above her head. The action made her back arch further, and he indulged himself by running his horns over the rigid peaks of her nipples.

  “Ornack, Sir…please.”

  He chuckled at her plea and stilled her protest with a kiss. Her eyes widened when he secured her wrists with a strip of linen and then tied them to one of the posts of his bed. She yanked at them, and her musk increased as her excitement grew.

  “You’re mine, little wife, and I’ll not be rushed in my feast, so stop trying, or I’ll restrain your ankles, too, and spank that greedy cunt of yours instead of fucking it.”

  The soft gasp of excitement she made at his words was almost his undoing, and he bit down on the large globe in front of him. His fangs sank into her breast and Gemini screamed. She went wild underneath him as he sucked her life essence into him, and she rode out her orgasm. She was so beautifully responsive to his mating bite it left him in no doubt that she was indeed his true mate. He licked the tiny puncture marks left over from his bite as her body shook in aftershocks and continued south. Her pussy called him, and he inhaled against her sweat-slicked skin, savoring the flavor of his woman under his tongue, until he reached her glistening cunt. Parting the slick folds of her labia with his thumb, he marveled at how hard and engorged her clit was. It contracted under his regard and he bent to suckle the hard nubbin into his mouth. Her thighs tightened around his head and the pressure on his horns made him grit his teeth as he ground his rock-hard dick into the covers to seek some relief. Relief that could only be found in the dewy heat that now gripped his questing fingers like a vise as another orgasm rushed through her. Ornack lapped up the gush of her juices and murmured his appreciation of her taste into her thighs. They trembled and shook, and he angled his head until it was his horn that slid through her wetness and sunk into her channel.

  She was impossibly tight around it, and he thrust in and out of her, as her trembling muscles told him how close she was to another orgasm. The tip of his horn hit the barrier of her innocence and Gemini tensed around him, even as her breathless pleas urged him on.

  He forced himself to pull out and look at her, and she shook her head and whimpered.

  “No, please, don’t stop. I need you.”

  “This will hurt little one, but it should hurt less than my cock would, okay?”

  She nodded, wide-eyed, and he dipped his head again, and with a determined flick of his head thrust in and broke through her barrier. Her scream rung in his ear, and he stilled until her tight muscles relaxed and he slid out to replace his horn with his cock.

  Their gazes locked as he pushed in slowly and reached down to manipulate her clit.

  “Come for me again, sweet wife, gush round my cock and take me, all of me.”

  Her breasts shook with her harsh breaths and she shook her head.

  “I–I can’t. Too much, you’re too big.”

  * * * *

  Ornack’s chuckles shook the bed, and the relentless pressure against her clit pushed her higher up the rungs of arousal. Still sore from his horn, her vaginal walls quivered and strained to accommodate the hot, thick length of him sliding into her body. He was so big and hot, and Gemini felt utterly claimed, impaled even. Before she could voice her concerns, however, Ornack kissed her and sunk in a further inch into the clasp of her body.

  Pain mixed with pleasure when he pulled out and slid in again. The thick head of his cock scraped against something deep inside of her, and everything stilled as pleasure surged through her. Every time he did it again, that pleasure climbed higher and higher until the world narrowed to just the feel of his hard length inside her, stretching her and claiming her, until at long last he bottomed out and his balls hit her ass.

  Gemini stopped breathing. She’d died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation. She thrashed against her restraints as another orgasm built in ever tighter circles of bliss and she wriggled to get him to move. Pinned under his weight, with his hot shaft pulsing deep inside of her, and his forehead resting on hers, she couldn’t move, however, could scarce draw air into her lungs, in fact.

  “For the love of god, stop moving, woman. I’m barely holding on as it stands.”

  Their breaths mingled and she bit his lips, causing him to growl.

  “I don’t want you to hold on. Please, it’s okay now. I’m so close. Please, help me, move, do something, please, Sir.”

  Ornack’s control broke with her words. Lifting himself off her, he pulled out of her until only the head of his erection remained inside and then thrust deep. Pain exploded inside her as the abused tissues screamed at her, followed by pleasure so intense the world went dark for a second or two.

  Gemini screamed as another orgasm hit her, and Ornack slammed into her again and again. The slide and drag of his thick cock inside of her tumbled her into the abyss of ecstasy, as her orgasm didn’t seem to wane. Waves after waves of pleasure hit her, and when Ornack rammed home with enough force to shake the bed and then stilled above her with his face contorted as though in pain, heat bathed her insides. Ornack dipped his head and bit her again, and her orgasm finally peaked, tumbling her over the edge until she lost all sense of time and space a
nd simply let the sensations consume her.

  She was dimly aware of Ornack kissing her nose, calling her his good girl, and releasing her from her bonds. There was a cool sensation between her legs as though he was washing her and then nothing but peace and darkness, and the steady beat of his heart under her ear, as exhaustion claimed her.

  Chapter Eight

  “Mother, Father, wake up.”

  The bed dipped as the little Magnuss-shaped missile launched itself on top of it, and Gemini burrowed closer into Ornack’s chest with a grumpy mumble. He grinned and opened his eyes to the view of little Magnuss laying across his legs and trying to pry open Gemini’s eyes. She waved him away with a halfhearted hand movement, and yanked the cover over her exposed breasts. The sight of his bite on the rounded flesh stirred his half-hard cock into fully awake state, and he pulled Magnuss off his legs.

  “What have I told you about waking us up, son? Gemini needs her sleep.”

  The little boy looked contrite for all of one nanosecond and then bounced on the balls of his feet.

  “I knocked like you said, Father, and it’s late and you did promise to take me hunting before you leave, and look, Mother is awake.”

  Sure enough, Gemini propped herself up on one elbow and yawned.

  “I wouldn’t call her awake, son. Now scoot, and get ready. I’ll be there soon. I need to make sure Mother wakes up properly.”

  Magnuss made gagging noises and a breathless Gerunda appeared at the open door to their bed chamber.

  “I’m sorry, my Lord Ornack. He got away from me.”

  “So I gather,” Ornack said.

  “Please don’t worry about it, Gerunda. He tries that with me often enough, the little monkey.” Gemini’s sleep-laden voice shot straight to his cock, and he yanked the covers higher to mask his predicament.