by Bertina Mars
He did particularly enjoy thinking of Lana as his mate.
After tossing his boots to the floor, Akketon stood to strip off the rough cloth pants he favored; he turned and found Lana sitting up, watching him.
He smirked as the rough cloth slid down his legs and pooled at his feet. Considering Akketon had abandoned his sword, sword belt and bracers in the great hall, it didn’t take much for him to be nude.
Moving like one of the big cats that had once ruled whole sections of Earthling continents, Akketon put a knee on the bed and proceeded to crawl up it. Lana scooted back playfully – the couple hours of sleep had rejuvenated her – until her back connected with the headboard.
Akketon stalked her up the bed, his hair swinging into his face, until he framed her body with his own against the decorative wood frame. He smiled and moved his hand from above her shoulder to her neck – stroking her skin, gently bringing her soon-to-be sizzling nerve endings to life.
When a soft moan slipped past the barricade of her lips, Akketon stroked his fingers from her throat, down and across her breasts; his touch drew her closer to him. Lana sighed, her breath fanning over his shoulder.
It was as she had suspected the first time she saw him. The man was pure sex. He lounged most of the length of the giant bed. She could feel his abdomen against her thighs – from the firm ridges of muscle that knitted across his lower ribs, to the rippling waves around his navel, to the sharp half-v of tight flesh stretched over one hip.
Further down, she could feel the heating, hardening shaft of hard, ridged flesh that was, even now intimidating, even though Lana knew just how much pleasure he could bring when using that built in tool of his body.
Akketon grasped her hips and pulled her back down on to the cushion of the bed then he set his hands loose over her skin. As he explored downward with one hand, the other was working its way upward, stroking the curves of her body.
His fingers passed over her, from shin to thigh, from thigh to the curve of her ass. He lingered on her rear, kneading and squeezing in between the stroking caresses.
The hand that had been playing between throat and breast firmly met the sensitive mound of flesh. Akketon palmed her breast before his fingers focused on her nipple. They tweaked and tugged on the tender bundle of nerves.
Lana had to swallow hard and remind herself to breathe as he touched her. Her hands moved restlessly in the swaths of shimmering silks. Akketon continued to stir the fire of desire within her with his hands even as he levered his body up so that he could look down at her.
Staring down at her bare body, framed by the backdrop of silks, his words whispered over her skin, adding to the intensity of the moment, adding their cares to that of his hands. “You look like a sacrifice to a conquering lord. A beautiful temptation offered in the hopes of saving some of her planet.”
Lana couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Well my lord, what would you like of me? What can I give you to secure the lives and freedom of my people?”
“Hmm, what do I want from you in trade… I know for the lives of the children, I get to more than taste you, I get to devour you.”
With the smile of a conqueror, Akketon lifted first one foot and then the other to sit flat on the bed and then he pushed her thighs wide.
Opening her as he crawled backwards, bringing his face level with the center of her body. His hands crept along the inside of her thighs, his fingers searching the already glistening folds.
Lana raised herself up onto her elbows so that she could watch as he shoved the dark curly tangle back from his face as his tongue traced the crease where her thigh met her hip and then scattered teasing, nipping kisses across the top of her mound. Finally, it was too much.
“Please, oh please.” The words escaped her, undoubtedly playing to his warrior’s ego.
“Please what, little Earthling? You didn’t answer me, are you going to give me what I want in order to save the children of your home world?”
Who would have thought I would find an alien into role-play?
“Yes, yes…devour me.”
The rich timbre of Akketon’s baritone pattered over her burning skin as he reveled in her desperation.
“You should call me ‘my lord’ my pretty sacrifice – show proper obedience.” That was too much. Lana reached over her head, grabbed one of the pillows that had been scattered around the top half of the bed and swatted his head with it.
Before she could bop him a second time, Akketon grabbed her implement of assault, laughing nearly as hard as she as he snatched it and threw it over his shoulder, off of the bed. Shaking his head, Akketon continued with the game he had started, “what a troubling sacrifice.”
Finally, he put his mouth to her aching flesh. He first sucked deeply, spreading the need across her mound. Then he grazed her with his teeth while his tongue speared to search through the shuttering flesh that hiding the gem of her pleasure from his immediate attentions.
Lana collapsed back on the bed, her arms slipping out from under her when his tongue flicked over her clitoris. At the onslaught, Lana moaned and twisted beneath his ministrations.
Akketon laid one arm between her breasts, his hand resting on her collar bone, his fingers stroking the hollow at the base of her throat, to keep her from bucking him from his current course.
Lana’s hands wrapped around his wrist as she moaned and cried out beneath him; as she gutturally begged for more. Akketon used his shoulders to keep her thighs spread, to keep her open to him, to keep her anchored and pinned to the bed.
As his tongue lapped and laved, overwhelmed her with pleasure, Lana’s breathing raggedly panted into the air around them, rasping in time with his movements.
Her chest heaved, her hear raced and suddenly pleasure exploded, it overflowed within her. But it seemed that neither one of them was done – the fires had only just begun to burn between them.
Finally, Akketon lifted from her, and Lana reached for him.
“No,” he chided.
“I will take from you what I will if you desire to save your world, not the other way around. I intend to tame you. To train you to my desires. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy them.” The last he murmured against her cheek.
While he whispered against her burning cheek, his finger stroked carefully at the slit – the juncture of her thighs; wetting it before probing it inside of her.
Akketon sat back on his heels and watched his movements on, around and in the intimate flesh that he had arranged to be on full display. Lana fisted her grasping fingers in the bedclothes as a gasping moan that she couldn’t hold back any more escaped between her lips when Akketon finally moved his finger within her.
Hooking his finger to stroke the front wall of her sheath – finding the dense bundle of nerves so few could find intentionally, Akketon forced louder cries from Lana’s throat.
At her mewling encouragement, he added a second finger, then a third. He flexed them inside her, moved them in small circles, stretching her sheath. The sensation was nearly overwhelming, and then it was.
Akketon lowered his head to her sex again, and his lips around the swollen, straining bud, sucking gently, flicking the bundle of sensation with his tongue. His delicate ministrations were a stark contrast to the unrelenting stroking and probing of his hard fingers inside of her.
Lana had a moment of clinical blindness – the room was gone. All that remained was her body jerking and heaving; the sound of Akketon’s accelerated breathing; the pleasure pain of intense orgasm.
In the distance, Lana heard cries echoing around the room and surreally realized that they were her own. When she finally reemerged from beneath the onslaught, the inferno of pleasure and need, Akketon was thrusting his hard cock into her hypersensitive sheath.
Akketon would withdraw until the very tip of his cock was all that remained within her, before driving the full length of his shaft deep into her body once more.
Filling her, intoxicating her senses. Each thrust of his body
increased the feeling of exquisite fullness – so intense that Lana would later reflect, wonder if over aroused state of her flesh was closer to a state of pain.
All the same, it didn’t matter at the moment, and it wouldn’t in the future because she had found a mate of body and emotion that she had never realized that her mind needed.
Akketon continued the rough ride toward his own release, and yet another for her. Lana arched and thrust her body against his over and over until finally the blazing rush of pleasure rushed through her.
Akketon held himself on the brink, the clamping, rippling muscles of her body were desperately working to yank him over the precipice into the dark void of release, but he held off just so he could see the delighted smile that lit Lana’s face when pleasure was upon her.
At that smile, Akketon rested his forehead against her own, and rode wave after wave of physical delight.
Lana was beyond awareness and likely would be until after dawn broke on the horizon, but his words whispered over her regardless.
“Welcome home, Lana – My Mate.”
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Caught By The Alien
Heavenly Claimed Book 3
Bertina Mars
Copyright 2016 by Bertina Mars
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Description:
Kidnapped from Earth by ruthless alien slave traders, beautiful and curvy Maya faces a grim future. Brought to the tropical world of Raja-kell, she ends up at the mercy of the planet’s brutal military elite and their sadistic leader. Alone and scared, she is determined to escape her captors and somehow get back to Earth.
Forced into taking part in a slave auction, she attracts the attention of the brooding high ranking warrior Vron. A noble and principled officer jaded by life on Raja-kell, the moody, sexy alien becomes completely smitten by Maya and buys her for himself. Maya is equally attracted to the alpha male, though she tries to fight against temptation she sees in Vron a sense of decency and honour that is hard to resist.
As they try and sort their feelings out for each other, the sexual tension reaches fever pitch, and when Maya’s life is threatened, Vron is determined to protect her. Taking her into the deep jungle, he swears to find a way to get Maya back to Earth, whatever the cost.
Fugitives from Raja-kell’s bloodthirsty regime, Maya and Vron can no longer resist their sizzling desire for each other and let their passions get the better of them. Little do they know that their love is going to change their lives forever and also shape the future of Raja-kell.
Chapter 1: Kidnapped
“Move along!” growled the slave trader, drool dripping off his tusks. “Stop dragging your feet! We’re on a tight schedule!”
To emphasize the urgency, he shoved the girl behind Maya, almost knocking her off her feet. Fortunately, Maya turned round and caught the girl before she fell.
“It’s okay, honey,” she said in a soothing voice. “Hold my hand and lean on me if you have to.”
The girl, whose name was Tia, gave her a grateful smile and clutched Maya’s hand. The fear in her large, tear filled eyes reflected Maya’s own dread, and Maya wanted to break down and cry right there and then. She didn’t though. She knew she had to stay strong if she was to ever get through this ordeal and make her escape.
The alien slave trader bore down on the two women and raised his whip threateningly. “I said get moving!” he snorted. “And no talking!”
Maya shot him a fiery glare. “We’d move along a lot faster if we didn’t have to wear these ridiculously high heels,” she retorted sharply, pointing to the exaggeratedly designed shoes on her bare feet. “Walking on these death traps is like trying to balance on stilts.”
The trader gave her an ugly smile. His slimy tusks and wide snout marked him out as being a Yojaridan, a particularly unpleasant and foul smelling race from the Alasis Constellation. Her dad had done a tour of duty in their territory during the Frontier Wars, and he had told her that the Yojaridans he had encountered had been mostly weapons smugglers and black marketeers.
They worked for whoever paid the highest and bought and sold anything or anyone. It looked like the ones who had captured her were no better than the ones her dad had come across.
“You better get used to looking glamorous,” the Yojaridan said leeringly. He ran a greasy finger along the flimsy, gauze outfit they had made her put on. “The Prince Consort likes his pleasure slaves to look and smell their best.”
“Please,” Tia piped up, her frail voice breaking. “I just want to go home. My boyfriend will be going out of his mind wondering where I am.”
The slave trader barked a laugh. “This is your home now, stupid bitch. Welcome to the planet of Raja-kell. Count yourself lucky. You’re being auctioned at the Royal Court; so make sure you show off your best assets. If you don’t get bought by anyone, the Prince Consort will have you sacrificed to the Blood God.”
The other Yojaridans, who were herding the group of dejected women along the metal corridor, laughed heartily at this assessment of their prisoners’ situation. Tia let out a sob and Maya put a comforting arm around her and guiding her forward they rejoined the other women before the slavers started to get mad.
“Don’t worry, honey,” she said, giving the other girl’s shoulder a tight squeeze. “We’re going to get out of this.”
“I want to go home,” Tia moaned, dissolving into tears. “I want to see Matt!”
Maya’s heart broke, and though she was desperate to provide some kind of comfort for the poor girl, her own fears were ripping up her nerves too. Raja-kell!
She was vaguely aware of the name. It was an isolationist, barbaric world by all accounts, and more significantly it was several billion light years away from Earth. It seemed utterly beyond comprehension that she’d ended up here in this terrible mess.
As she trudged along with the other captured women, her tired mind replayed the events that had brought her to this point. It had all started with an obscure ad on the holo-net. Some kind of clinic was seeking healthy, fertile women for a research programme they were conducting.
In normal circumstances, Maya would have ignored the proposition, but the clinic was offering a substantial amount of money to those participants that were chosen. In fact, there was enough money on offer to pay off all of Maya’s debts and allow her to move out of the crummy housing pod she was in and because the opportunity had come just when she needed it most, she couldn’t resist contacting them despite her reservations.
The clinic was only a twenty-minute hypercar ride, and she could always back out if she didn’t like the feel of things. So, what did she really have to lose?
“You’re exactly what we’re looking for,” the smiling doctor at the clinic had said after she’d gone through the pre-screening tests. “Yes, I think you’re going to do very well.”
The nurse had taken her into a pristine white room and told her to lie down on the bed that was made ready for her. The nurse had then given Maya a vitamin shot, or so she claimed, and that was all Maya remembered.
The next thing Maya knew, she was in the hold of a Yojaridan space cruiser with fifteen other frightened and confused Earth women. One of her fellow prisoners had overheard two of the crew talking and had found out they had been captured by slave traders and were en-route to some kind of auction.
Just as the craft was about to land, the traders had
herded the women into a shower room and had forced them to strip and wash themselves before making them dress in the flimsy and incredibly short lemon yellow dresses they provided. After that humiliation, the ship had touched down in some kind of landing hangar and marched down a corridor to meet their fate.
Now as they reached the end of the passageway, a large door opened and they came into a brightly lit chamber of red stone trimmed with gold. Judging by the rows of tables and chairs in front of well-lit mirrors, the chamber served as some kind of theatrical dressing room.
Pacing the floor was an elderly humanoid looking woman with silver eyes and a lean, cruel face. She was dressed in a high collared robe of dark red, and her long, gnarled fingers were barely visible beneath the gaudy, oversized rings that she wore.
“At last!” she snapped in a sharp, angry voice. “You were expected at least three hours ago! I am not impressed by this tardiness, captain. It will be reflected in your fee.”
“It wasn’t our fault, House Matron!” the Yojaridan who had been bullying Maya and Tia spoke up. “You don’t know how difficult the run from Earth is these days. We had to avoid several patrol fleets and their security satellites to get here.”
“Enough excuses,” the House Matron retorted. “I don’t have time for this. At least they are here now.” She clapped her hands, and several younger and much prettier silver-eyed girls filled into the room from another entrance.
They were dressed in the same revealing outfits as Maya and the Earth women, and moved listlessly, bored expressions on their bland, pretty faces.
“Hurry girls!” snapped the House Matron. “This new batch needs to look presentable for the Prince Consort. Hurry, I say!”
Before Maya knew what was happening, one of the girls took her by the arm and sat her down at one of the tables. With nimble fingers and practiced ease, the girl started combing through Maya’s long auburn hair, putting it up into an exquisite looking bun.