Renegade Leo: A Scifi Alien Shifter Romance (Shifter Kings of Kartak Book 1)

by Delores Diamond

  Big Blue yells something over the sound of the engines and the chittering of our attackers. He lets go of me, and I reach out and grab as hard as I can onto the handles of the bike. He reaches out with his hooked arm, grabs the chain, wraps it twice around his arm and hits his reverse engines.

  I scream as the bike pulls nearly to a stop, whipping the red alien on the other end of the chain around in front of us in a long arc, slamming him into the other bike. The impact knocks the bike crashing into the sand, and the two collapse on top of each other in a broken heap.

  A third rider that I hadn't even noticed shoots past us. My vision starts to blur as I try to catch my breath. I hear another booming thunderclap. The sand in front of the last rider explodes, and he disappears under the sand.

  The world starts to spin as my vision goes black.

  10

  LEO

  I'm still seething with rage as I pull up to my shelter. How stupid could I be? I let my cock distract me when I should have been protecting my fated mate. How could I let the Boomers sneak up on me? I should know better. Voidworms do not travel in these sands without Boomers herding them.

  I could have lost her!

  She's still passed out against me. I lay the jetbike to rest on the ground next to the tunnel entrance. I grab onto the hook still stuck to my arm, grit my teeth and tear it out of my flesh. The wound is deep, but it will heal quickly. I deserve much worse for my carelessness.

  I pick up my soft creature and place her on the ground next to me. I press my code onto the keypad. The gears of the locking mechanisms grumble loudly as the tunnel mouth opens. I reach down, grab the rope tied to the seal and pull up the large metal cargo basket.

  I place my rolled leather tent on one end and use it as a pillow to rest her head against as I lay her in the basket. I lower her down and follow her into the shelter, locking the seal behind me.

  I press my hand against her pale, forehead and I feel her burning. It must be heatstroke. Her symptoms are like that of a child who's been out in the sun too long. She's so weak. She truly must be from the stars. A creature so soft could not have survived to adulthood on Kartak.

  I move to an adjacent room and grab a stack of chilling stones. I'm glad I have not had a chance to barter them away. I lay the chilling stone on the floor in my sleeping chamber next to the bed and connect them into one of my last remaining batteries. Charged batteries are precious, but not nearly as precious as my Starling. I cover the stones with the furs from my bed. I pick her up from the basket and bring her into the sleeping chamber and lay her on the quickly cooling furs.

  I feel her forehead again. She’s even hotter now. “I will not lose you little Starling.”

  I take her limp hand into my mine and feel the fabric of her strange clothing. It’s a single piece, tight on her skin, and it covers her from neck to toe. It’s a dull brown color and has hard coils sewn into its fabric. Her pants reach down into her metal boots. There's a flashing light on a badge on her chest. It blinks red.

  I take a closer look at the neck on her suit. It seems sealed against her skin. There’s a latch on the front. I tug at the latch until it comes loose and feel with my fingers inside her suit. She’s soaked with sweat. Cooking alive in her strange suit. I shake my head in disbelief. Why would anyone wear such a thing?

  I pull a small knife from my vest and cut her clothing down her chest, arms and legs. I carefully peel the suit off her. Her body is like her face. Soft and pale. Her chest is flushed pink. She carries a village’s worth of water in her. She must be someone of great importance wherever she calls home.

  I cannot figure out how to remove her boots, so I cut off what remains of her suit above the boots. I pull a light blanket over her body and sit next to her.

  I brush my fingers through her soft golden hair. It could not offer much protection from the sun, but it feels nice and comforting on my fingers.

  “Rest little Starling. I will not allow anything to hurt you.”

  11

  ASTRID

  I wake up from a fever dream. I sit up in my bunk and rub the sleep out of my eyes. “Holy shit, Rhea.” I speak quietly so I don't wake up the rest of the crew. “You would not believe the dream I had. It was right out of one of your dumb stories...”

  My voice shrinks to a whisper with the last word. I'm not in my bunk. I'm not even on the Recluse. My eyes travel over the strange room, carved out of stone and stop on the big naked blue alien laying on the bed next to me. “Oh Peter. It wasn't a dream.”

  I try to get up quietly and let the soft linen sheet slip off me. This is when I notice I'm missing my survival suit. I feel myself blushing furiously as I realize that all I have on is my bra, underwear and my fucking magnetic boots. I must look like a damn stripper at cheap asteroid mining station.

  The alien on the other hand; he is a sight worth taking in. Seeing Big Blue naked puts a new perspective on things. He is my exact opposite. He doesn't have an ounce of fat on him. He's got muscles I don't think we have names for. And his dick is purple and... I find myself leaning in trying to get a better look at it. If his dick works like a human's... Oh Peter, I don't even want to know how big that thing grows.

  I find myself laughing at my dumb thoughts. I wish Rhea were here to see this. Though maybe not, as I feel myself getting wet. Really? Now? I should be getting mad, not horny. The fucker cut off my clothes and he's lying naked next to me. I should be finding a knife to cut off his magnificent member. And maybe stuff it and mount it in a museum.

  I look back at his face and see his golden eyes are open, and his sharp teeth are showing through his arrogant smirk. I am distracted and he caught me staring at his dick. He's proud of it too. I guess that's something alien and human men have in common.

  He sits up in bed and says something incomprehensible in his deep voice. By the context, I'm guessing he either said “good morning” or “do you like what you see.”

  Still unsure of his intention with me, I take a step back and nearly trip on a wire. In a blur of motion, he jumps up from bed and catches me in his arms. Of course he doesn't mean me any harm. First he saved me from that monster, then he saved me from those red aliens. I should be thanking him instead of trying to get away from him.

  I still feel dizzy. I don't know if I'm still ill from yesterday, or if I'm dizzy because I'm being held in the strong arms of a seven-foot-tall blue alien with what looks like a half stiff cock. I feel it twitch against my leg. It's a grower and a shower. I know my wetness must be showing through my panties. Hopefully he doesn't know what it means. I need to get a hold of myself.

  Credit to Big Blue, instead of taking advantage of me, he lowers me back to the surprisingly cool furs. He grabs something from a small bag by the bed and offers it to me. It looks like a piece of dried meat. My stomach rumbles in response to his offer and I gingerly put the meat in my mouth and give it a light lick.

  I nearly gag at the saltiness of the meat. I offer the meat back to him shaking my head apologetically. “I can't. It's too salty.” I look around the bed looking for my pack of ration cubes. I find it under my sliced up survival suit. I wonder why he took it off of me. Then I see the blinking light indicating the suit exhausted its coolant. Of course. I must have been heat stroked. Thank Peter he cut that thing off me.

  I unwrap the foil off a cube and pop it into my mouth and chew greedily. I offer a second to him and he takes it from me. He sits back down on his bed unwraps the foil. He takes a sniff at it. His nose curls in disgust and he looks at me questioningly.

  “Try it. It doesn't taste as bad as it smells.” I lie.

  He looks at me with those bright golden eyes and smiles at me. He licks at the cube with a long purple tongue and recoils from its taste. I can't help but laugh at this big bad alien who I saw kill two men react that way to a ration cube. He folds the cube back into its foil and hands it back to me.

  Suddenly remembering the battle, I look more closely at this forearm. He barely looks injured. I
get up off the cooling furs and sit down on the bed next to him. I gently tug on his arm, pulling it towards me so I can get a better look.

  His wound has already scarred over. It's a fresh scar, but if I didn't know he had a metal spike embedded deep in his flesh the night before, I'd have never guessed it. He has another vicious looking scar on his chest. It must have been a deep cut to leave a mark like this. It traces from his collar bone, down his chest and to his other side. It ends just below his ribs. I trace the scar lightly with my finger and I see him recoil with a look of pain in his eyes. I pull back my hand apologetically. Being reminded of his wound must bring back bad memories.

  “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.”

  He speaks to me softly. I still don't understand. This is going to be difficult. I wish I'd paid more attention to linguistics when I had a chance.

  “I can't understand you.”

  He answers by taking my arm in his hands and pulling me towards his chest. Our lips meet again. He bites my bottom lip and licks at it with his long tongue. I feel warmth spread from my lips through my body. My skin tingles with energy. Kissing is a good cure for bad memories. I kiss him back and open my mouth to his tongue.

  I can't believe I'm doing this, but kissing has never felt so good. I'm getting even wetter. I wrap my arms around his thick chest and dig my fingers into his back.

  He reaches one hand into my hair and pulls my head back. I gasp as he kisses down my chin and over my neck, alternating between kissing and nibbling on me with his sharp teeth. Every kiss and each nibble sends a pulse of energy through my body.

  I put my hand on the back of his head and guide his kisses down my chest. He reaches back behind me, grabs me by my ass and pulls me onto his lap. He squeezes a cheek with one hand and tears my bra open with the other, discarding it on the floor. He cups my breast with one hand and kisses his way down to my nipple. He licks my nipple, making it stiff with his attention. His long tongue wraps around my nipple and squeezes. I moan with pleasure.

  I pull his head in towards me, and he replies by sucking my nipple into his mouth and nibbling on it lightly. I squeal at his nibbles. I reach behind his long ears and rub behind them, and pull his mouth to my other breast. Oh Peter. His mouth feels like heaven on my nipples. I grind my crotch on his thigh and groan as he plays with my nipple. My panties are completely soaked through, leaving my juices on his thigh. I want him inside me so badly.

  He pulls his head up from my nipples and gives me another deep kiss, then lifts me up by the hips and lays me on his bed. He pulls my panties down to my knees and past my boots.

  I would feel stupid naked, except for my magboots, but I want him inside me so badly. He puts a hand between my thighs, pulling them open, and leans in to my pussy. I flush when I hear him breathing in my wetness. He purrs deeply, settles himself between my legs, spreads them out past his broad shoulders, and dips his head between my thighs. I feel his long tongue, wet and strong, on my thighs. He licks them on the crease by my pussy. I lift my hips trying to grind myself into his mouth, but he pushes me back down onto the bed.

  I sigh with frustration, and he responds by pressing his tongue flat against my lips and licking me slowly up their length. I breathe heavily, my thighs clench together, trying to hold his head on my pussy. I grip his thick black mane with both hands and grind my pussy against his tongue.

  He reaches under me, grips my ass in his hands and holds me up against his mouth as he begins rapidly licking my pussy, I'm grunting and sighing, trying not to scream as he edges me close to an orgasm. He spreads my lips with his tongue, licks between them and thrusts it into my entrance. His long tongue reaches inside me and curls up to lick my g-spot. I arch my back and groan in pleasure. I've never felt anything like it before.

  “Oh, Peter. Yes! That! Keep doing that. Please don't stop!” He doesn't need to know the words to know what I meant. His tongue strokes me inside my pussy, swirling around inside me and flicking my g-spot. I can't believe how long and dexterous his purple tongue is. I close my eyes, arch my back, push my pussy into his face and pull him down onto me by his ears, moaning as I near climax. He pulls his tongue out, flicks it up my pussy and licks in rapid circles around my clit. That pushes me over the edge. My body spasms with the strongest orgasm I've ever felt. I scream out in pleasure. Waves of joy spread from my pussy to the tips of my fingers and toes. My head tingles with pleasure as I drop my shoulders back on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

  “Okay, you can stop,” I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand. “You can stop.” But he's still holding onto my ass, looking up at me with his golden eyes, a now familiar, arrogant smirk on his face. I can see my wetness glistening on his lips and square chin.

  He kisses me on the inside of my thigh, then on my belly, then on the other thigh and begins working his way back towards my pussy.

  “Oh, no, I don't think I can take any more of this.” He keeps kissing me, working his way over my lips. I groan as he licks again at my lips, lightly working his tongue between them, occasionally flicking my clit.

  “This is too much for first contact.” I spread my thighs open to invite him back in and rub his long ears with my fingertips. “I think the history books are going to think I'm too greedy taking seconds, but I don't want to question your customs.”

  He purrs as I rub his ears, and he spreads me out again, licking me in a slow circling motion, ending each lap by working his long tongue into my dripping pussy. It doesn't take too long before I scream from the force of another orgasm ripping through my body.

  This time he holds me against him and keeps licking me and sucking on my clit, as orgasm after orgasm tears through me. He finally lets my ass back down on the bed, and he pulls his body up next to mine. I feel his penis, huge and erect against my side.

  “I'm sorry,” I mutter through gasping breaths, as I lightly stroke my fingers along his cock. I feel ridges along its length and a light velvety fur running up the underside of his shaft to its head. “It's so rude of me to pass out now, but I don't think I can help it.”

  He strokes the side of my face and purrs at me. He covers my side with his arm and pulls me in to spoon me. I feel his massive cock twitching against my ass. “Please don't tell the historians I didn't satisfy you after first contact. Rhea's never gonna let me live that down.”

  I drift into sleep on a cloud of pleasure and exhaustion.

  12

  LEO

  I finish putting on my gear by the time my mate awakens. I left her soft body covered with a light sheet. Her temperature has leveled off, so the worst of her heat stroke should be over.

  I have awoken with purpose for the first time since I've reached adulthood. This is what life must have been like for the generations before mine. When all my Clan were gifted with fated pairings. To think, I had scoffed at prophecy.

  I need to get supplies. We are nearly out of water. I have had to keep her hydrated through her rest. Her body is incredibly soft and she goes through water like an infant. It is going to be difficult to keep her alive on Kartak, but I will do what I must.

  She sees me preparing to leave and sits up in bed. She is asking me something but I do not understand anything she says. I will have to pay with some of my most valued possessions for an inoculation so we can understand each other. We could learn each other's tongues in due time, but we cannot afford to wait. Kartak has many dangers she is ignorant of, and I cannot risk losing her.

  “I am going to get supplies.” I gesture up at the tunnel entrance above me and grab my pack of barter. “I will return before the sun comes up.”

  She yells at me and jumps out of the bed as I begin to ascend the ladder. She is clearly mad that I am leaving her behind.

  “I cannot take you with me.” I put my hand on her shoulder and point back at the bed. “You need to rest.”

  She pushes my hand off her shoulder and yells at me again. I reach down and try to quiet her with another kiss, but she pulls back and slaps me
across the cheek.

  I laugh in surprise and gently catch her hand as she tries to slap me again. She looks soft, but she has spirit in her. She will take to the change well. By Krio, she truly must be my fated mate.

  “Very well. I will take you with me.” It will be more difficult to travel with her, but it will feel good to travel with my mate by my side.

  “You will need to get dressed.” I look at her covered in a thin blanket, and still wearing her odd metal boots. “Those are not clothes meant for travel.”

  It takes a bit of time, but I find some clothes that will fit her. It’s an over-sized shirt that will protect her from the sun, while also drying quickly from her sweat. It is long enough to serve her as a robe. She ties her belt around it, weighed down on one side with her weapon. The one she shot me with. She balances it on the other side with her nearly empty bottle of water.

  She finally removes her boots and replaces them with a pair of leather sandals. These too are overly large, but I intend to find her a better pair at the New Bazaar.

  I find the last thing I am looking for. A gray, wide-brimmed leather hat. It was worn by someone who thought he could defeat me. I took his hat as my prize. I like its looks, but it is too small for my head and it would press my ears down, reducing my hearing. It seems perfect for her. I hand it to her and watched her try it on. It does suit her.

  She spends much of the time I spent looking for her clothing, looking through my possessions. She seemed to marvel at the things I've found in my travels. She seems to like the paintings I've collected.

  Especially the one I have mounted on a wall. It is a painting of a nude woman, laying with her hands behind her head on soft pillows. Her skin is pale, like my mate's, but her hair is dark. The woman's cheeks are blushed pink, like my mate's were when I licked her to orgasm.

  I think of the taste of my mate and my cock stiffens inside my leggings. It gave me such pleasure to taste her on my tongue and see her writhe with pleasure. When she feels stronger, we will mate properly, and I will fill her belly with my seed.