Claiming Their Mate_a Sci-Fi Alien Dark Romance

by Kallista Dane

  Delta began describing her ship, her speech slow and guarded. Though he was familiar with the Luna and had even been on it when they received their orientation for this mission, Zhynn pretended he’d never heard of a Class IV Nebula Cruiser, asking technical questions about its performance and construction. The more she spoke of something familiar, the more animated Delta became. Zhynn even coaxed a laugh from her.

  With his brother handling the conversation, Zandyr had time to study the human. She was smaller in stature than a Tharan female. Her head barely came to their shoulders. But her body was lush and curvy, and her two plump white breasts were tipped with those delicious-looking nipples. As she became more comfortable, she’d settled back against the arm of the sofa with her legs tucked up on the cushions. A pair of flimsy sandals held on with leather strips crisscrossed and tied at her ankles covered her feet. The graceful curves of her legs were clearly visible through the gauzy veil covering her lower body – as was the dark patch between her upper thighs that kept drawing his eye.

  He’d been able to keep his lust in check while they were with the guards and the Orythian, but now that they were alone and he could reach out and touch her luscious body all he wanted, his cock swelled, demanding action. She paused abruptly. Her eyes flicked toward his crotch. He watched, fascinated, as her nipples hardened into tight dark buds.

  Did you see that? he telegraphed to his twin. Rhynn told us if Tharan males encounter a compatible human female, her body will find their gyron as seductive as they find her vital essence. I saw her nipples pucker like that the first time she laid eyes on us.

  Business first, Brother, Zhynn sent back. We aren’t here just to mate with her, no matter how hard she gets our cocks. We need information about what Axum is up to.

  “Tell me, First Officer Delta Greystone…” he began.

  “Please, call me Delta,” she interrupted.

  Zandyr smiled at her. “Very well, Delta.” He leaned in. “As one military officer to another, may I take you into our confidence? Our Tharan Council sent us here as more than a simple diplomatic overture. Our leaders have become concerned about the scope of Axum’s activities. They’ve noticed he’s concentrating on bringing in additions to his harem from worlds far removed from those he’s chosen in the past. It’s possible he’s planning to expand his empire, by force if necessary. Did he or any of his people subject you to interrogation about your world?”

  Delta started to shake her head then stopped. Her eyes widened. “Sylla. That crafty old biddy. She’s the harem mistress, once a favorite of Axum’s, now relegated to riding herd on his thousand-plus sex slaves. She puts the new arrivals together, encourages us to get to know each other. To make friends.

  “We’re all in shock when we arrive,” she went on. “Taken from our homes and our families, treated like animals, then dragged to this hostile world. When we’re brought to the harem, we’re surrounded by comforts we haven’t had in months. Some of the females were already enslaved on their home planets, so they’ve never been treated so well. When we’re put with other females in similar circumstances, it’s natural that we become close. Share confidences with each other.

  “One day shortly, after I arrived, Sylla brought in a female from an alien world I’d never heard of. She seemed more fragile than the rest of us, so I took her under my wing. She wouldn’t stop crying at first, but eventually I got her to calm down. I told her funny stories about my world and my travels through the galaxy. I encouraged the other females to talk to her, too, help put her at ease.”

  Her eyes flashed with anger. “I’ve been a fool! I’m a trained military officer, but I didn’t recognize enhanced interrogation procedures when they were used on me. She was obviously a plant. Collecting information about our worlds, our governing bodies, even our defense systems under the guise of getting to know us. Information I’d never have revealed to Axum’s soldiers under torture, I shared willingly with someone I regarded as a fellow captive. She sucked all of us in. We told her everything she wanted to know, whether it was in the form of amusing stories, fond memories – or bitter complaints.”

  Delta shook her head. “She was good. She’d tell us things about her world then get us to share without even having to ask questions. Complaining about her ruler and how he’d never even tried to rescue her after she was captured. She said he turned a blind eye to the slave traders and never sent even a single vessel after them from his fleet of warships. That’s when the others chimed in with descriptions of their military.”

  Delta

  The one called Zandyr glanced at his brother, as though exchanging a silent message. He moved from where he’d been standing to take a seat at the other end of the L-shaped platform, placing her between their powerful bodies. Her pulse raced, and she glanced from one to the other, suddenly wary. Though they seemed friendly, she didn’t know anything about these aliens. Had she fallen into another trap? Were they spies, sent by Axum to pump even more information from her?

  “I’ve spent far too much time talking about myself,” she said brightly. “Please, my lords, tell me about yourselves. What was it like growing up with a twin? On my world, I’ve heard that twins share a special bond. They have the same interests, the same likes and dislikes. Some of them even tricked their parents and teachers when they were children. Pretending to be the other.” She ended with a little laugh.

  “It’s too late to pretend you’re just a simple-minded female,” Zhynn replied. “You’ve already shown your hand. Right now, you’re trying to buy time while you assess your current situation. Wondering if you’ve been set up again. Are we truly cultural envoys from a distant world? Or are we working under cover for Axum?”

  “You don’t need to worry,” Zandyr chimed in. “We told you the truth about that. We are here to find out what the ruler of Borvaan is up to.”

  In the short time they’d spent together, she’d grown comfortable with the twins. Comfortable enough to have let her guard down earlier, comfortable enough to believe him now. Yet she sensed something more, an undercurrent between the brothers. A dark intensity growing with each passing minute. A current flowing between them, with her caught in the middle. Threatening to sweep her away.

  She hit them head-on. “But that’s not all, is it? You want something more. I can feel it.”

  “Yes, we do.” Zhynn replied. “I’ll be honest with you. All Tharan males are born twins. We do share a special bond like the one you mentioned, but one far more powerful than that which exists between twins on other worlds we’ve encountered. We share one thing more. Our essence. Our gyron. It’s a unique mixture of chemicals and sexual pheromones.”

  His voice dropped, took on a deep tone that sent a thrilling shiver down her spine. “Gyron drives our most primal urges. The urge to conquer.”

  His eyes bored into hers, hot and hungry, and the shiver moved into her belly. Made her pussy clench. “The urge to claim.”

  Chapter Eight

  Zandyr

  “My brother is right,” he confessed. “But there’s more he hasn’t told you. Our gyron is stirred only by a special female. One who has her own unique biological characteristics that complement our own. When our mating instinct is awakened, it’s because the female is equally as attracted to us as we are to her.”

  He stopped, let that sink in. “From the moment we first saw you, Delta Greystone, Zhynn and I were bewitched by your essence. We hunger to taste your juices.”

  He saw her eyes widen, and he went on quickly. “We are not animals. We will not force ourselves on you. We want to woo you. To overwhelm you with our charm and good looks, until you swoon at our feet.” He grinned. “Well, my charm and good looks. Sadly, I have to carry my brother in those areas.”

  He saw the hint of a smile touch the corners of her eyes and went on. “You asked if we ever tried to trick our parents or teachers by switching places. Yes, we did. It was a game we played often as children. There are definite differences be
tween us. Do you think you’re perceptive enough to tell us apart?”

  Delta rose to the bait, as he knew she would. “You may look the same, but your personalities are quite different. And there’s your…” She fell silent.

  “So, you think you know our secret?” Zhynn taunted playfully. “Would you like to try your hand at our little game?”

  “A game? What kind of game?”

  “It’s simple enough. Close your eyes and try to guess which of us takes your hand.”

  She regarded him suspiciously. “That’s it?”

  “It sounds easy, but can you do it?”

  “I think so.” She squeezed her eyes shut.

  Zandyr motioned to his brother. Zhynn slid closer, reached out, and took her hand in his. He saw his twin’s eyes narrow, felt the blast of heat pour through him when he touched her. Felt his own cock swelling.

  Zhynn had never had such a strong reaction to a female. Zandyr knew, because whatever Zhynn felt, he felt. Their bond went far deeper than shared thoughts. Whatever his twin touched, even tasted, he did, too. Zhynn’s joy was his joy, Zhynn’s pain his pain. When his brother’s cock surged with arousal, his did as well.

  Delta drew in her breath sharply then said “It is Zhynn.” Her eyes popped open.

  “You’re right.” Zhynn replied. “But that wasn’t quite fair. You might have felt me coming toward you, and you knew I was seated on your left.”

  “Fine. Do it again. This time both of you can stand in front of me before we start. I’ll close my eyes and you can switch places back and forth as many times as you want before you take my hand.”

  “You’re beginning to enjoy our little game, aren’t you?” Zandyr teased. “All right, let’s play again. But, this time, I want to make sure you can’t peek. I’m guessing where you come from females with your military rank do not drape their faces in cloth. Take that veil off and tie it over your eyes instead.”

  Delta hesitated for an instant then pulled it away.

  Flowing strands of shiny dark hair framed the delicate features of her face. Though it obscured the smooth curves of her skull, it set off her expressive blue eyes to perfection. Her face was oval, soft pink lips contrasting with her white skin. She looked nothing like their Vana, whose lovely purple-tinted skin and shapely bare head he’d loved to caress, but the human had an exotic beauty just as bewitching.

  She folded the veil into a narrow band, covered her eyes, and tied it at the back of her head. “I’m ready.”

  By the Sacred Ones, so am I, Zhynn swore, as he slid a hand inside his pants to rearrange his swollen manhood.

  “We’d like to do something different this time,” Zandyr told her. “We’ll touch your hair, one of us on each side of you, and you have to tell us who is who.”

  Delta

  She hesitated. It was hard being so near to both of them. She didn’t know how she’d be able to stand having them run their fingers through her hair without grabbing one of their hands and putting it on her breast.

  She’d never been so aroused in her life. It was easy to tell the twins apart. Zhynn’s scent was so different from Zandyr’s. Neither was a cloying artificial fragrance, like the one Lloyd had always worn. The Tharan twins each had his own smell, musky aromas that got her mind imagining all kinds of hot, sweaty sex. The kind of sex she’d never had with her fiancé.

  Zandyr’s was subtly sensuous, while Zhynn’s had a dark edge to it. That’s what made her agree to this silly game. Every breath she took seduced her further. Zandyr’s scent filled her head with thoughts of brazen things she wanted to do with them, Zhynn’s with wicked, dirty things she wanted them to do to her.

  Though their scents were different, both of them were together in every erotic image she conjured up. One with his tongue buried in her pussy while the other licked and sucked a nipple. One bending her over the bed and teasing her dripping slit with the head of his cock while she took the other one in her mouth. She wanted two males touching her, tasting her. She’d never felt so dirty – or so incredibly horny.

  “Yes. Please. Touch my hair.”

  She felt a hand on top of her head. Fingers slid through her hair and stroked her scalp, making it tingle. They traced a wave down, brushing her cheek with fingertips, following it to where it curled up just above the swell of her naked breast. Zandyr’s scent wafted over her.

  “It’s Zandyr.”

  She’d said yes, please, touch my hair. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when another hand slid up under the veil she still wore, leaving a shocking wave of heat everywhere it brushed against her leg – until hot demanding fingers explored the dark mass of curls around her pussy. Zhynn.

  Goddess help her, she was lost.

  She should have been terrified. Alone on a strange planet, with two huge alien males running their hands over her. Instead, she was aroused, more alive than she’d ever been before. It was as if she’d been reborn in this new world.

  Back on Earth, the old Delta would have jerked the blindfold off and called a halt to the game the minute she felt a hand sliding up her thigh. But the old Delta didn’t have this raging heat flowing over her everywhere they touched.

  They’d explained it in clinical terms. Said their gyron, the unique mix of pheromones they shared, was irresistible to a female whose biological makeup was a perfect match to their own. Intoxicating.

  It must have been true. Because this new Delta didn’t want to call a halt to things. For the first time in her life, she felt wild and wanton. She didn’t want them to stop. Ever.

  “And which of us was that?” Zandyr asked.

  “Zhynn,” she breathed. “It was Zhynn.”

  “Right again,” he replied.

  She raised her hands to the blindfold, but Zandyr stopped her. “Leave it on. The game is just beginning.”

  “Lie back against the cushions,” Zhynn said. “Your next task is to tell us whose lips are touching you.”

  Both twins took their hands away. She stifled a whimper as she reclined on the wide settee until she lay nearly flat.

  Zhynn’s hand caressed her left breast, thumb stroking the bud of her nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. Everywhere he touched, tiny shocks danced across her skin. He followed with a trail of kisses where his hand had roamed, his lips so hot she gasped. When he put his mouth over her nipple, a bolt of raw lust shot straight to her pussy.

  “Your answer?”

  Blood pounded through her veins so hard she barely heard Zandyr’s question. “Oh, it… it’s Zhynn,” she stammered, as he continued. She’d never had anyone tease her that way before, taking his time caressing her breast, playing with her nipple until it was tender and swollen, the tip puckered into a tight bud. The waves of heat where his lips touched were even more intense than those from his hand.

  “You’re right again,” Zhynn replied. “Let’s make the game more interesting with a wager. If you win, you can ask any prize you choose from us. If you lose, you’ll do whatever we command.”

  Sexual tension made her wild and reckless. “That depends. What sort of prize can you offer?”

  Zandyr answered. “A goblet brimming with tharonberry mead, considered a delicacy in our world. Perhaps a jewel from the array we brought to give as gifts to new allies in this new world.” He paused. “Or you can ask us to perform a task.” His laugh had a wicked edge to it.

  Ask them to perform a task? Her mind whirled with the possibilities. Hot, demanding hands stroking her body, soft lips kissing her everywhere.

  “Very well. Let’s play another round.”

  “This time, tell us whose tongue is licking you,” Zandyr said.

  Her pussy clenched at the words. A moment later, she felt her sandals being untied. Her right leg was raised, the heel cradled in a palm while strong fingers of the other hand massaged the sole of her foot. She’d never thought of her feet as erogenous zones, but the sensuous touch made her melt.

  She let ou
t a little cry when a hot, wet tongue ran up the sole of her foot.

  “Your answer?” Zhynn asked the question.

  Delta’s mind swirled with erotic input from all the new sensations. She tried to concentrate. “Okay, that’s easy. It was…” She drew in a breath and realized she’d been tricked. Their distinctive scents poured into her lungs together, mixing and melding. Both brothers were at the other end of the settee. She guessed that one had massaged her foot and held it while the other ran his tongue over it. But it was impossible to tell which was which.

  “Wait! That’s not fair.”

  “You say we’ve been unfair? That’s a harsh accusation,” Zhynn replied. “Our Tharan honor is at stake. Tell us – which rule of the game have we broken?”

  She opened her mouth then shut it again. Arousal disappeared, replaced by shame. Is this how it feels to be seduced? To have your senses overwhelmed until your rational brain shuts down and you begin acting like a slut? I’ve been a fool, no better than a naïve little virgin. I had one thrilling taste of passion. These aliens played me, and now they’re going to demand some unspeakable act from me, in the name of upholding my own honor.

  “I was wrong,” she replied coolly. “You’ve broken no rule. You couldn’t have. We never set any rules.”

  “Then, answer the question correctly.” Zhynn’s stern tone sent a shiver down her spine. “Or you must do whatever we command.”

  Chapter Nine

  Delta

  What began as a harmless game, a naughty romp for her into the unknown world of sexual thrills, suddenly took on a dark edge.

  “I… I don’t…” she stammered.

  “Silence.” She hadn’t imagined it. Zhynn’s voice no longer carried a playful note. “You lost the wager. Now, you will do whatever we demand.”

  She started to sit up, but Zandyr lifted her off the settee, carrying her toward the unoccupied sleeping room. Shocked, she began struggling in his arms.