Taming the Alpha

by Mandy M. Roth

“B-Brad?” she asked, bouncing against his unforgiving shoulder.

  He slapped her backside and growled. “I’m in charge here, Aeron. Not you. And it’s high time you understood all of what and who I am.”

  Chapter Six

  Brad deposited Aeron on the circular white sofa in the receiving room and kept his tone even when he spoke. “Undress.”

  Aeron’s brows drew together. “What?”

  “You heard me,” he said, puffing his chest out a bit for effect. “Take your clothes off, now.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I have waited fourteen years to feel you and I refuse to wait another second.”

  “Fourteen years…but I only began building you… Ohmygod, you’ve been aware from the get-go.”

  He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. Aeron’s facial expression said that she understood she hadn’t been alone like she’d assumed. The second tears formed in the corners of her eyes, Brad knew she’d also put together the fact he was her Brad—the Brad she’d assumed was lost.

  He wanted to give in and hold her, but needed to know she’d never put herself in harm’s way again. He kept the façade of an iron will in place. “Take your clothes off or I will show you how well-trained I truly am, Dr. Aeron Braxton-Fairbanks.”

  Brad watched her fingers shake as she pulled her shirt up and over her head, freeing her breasts and making his cock rock hard. When she undid her pants and slid them down her slender legs, he thought he would ejaculate right where he stood. He’d watched her get naked every night for years and had even watched her masturbate, but never before had she undressed knowing he was watching her. It turned him on to the point of pain. If he didn’t ram his dick into her soon, he’d blow a fuse or go find something to shoot. Neither was a good option.

  When she was completely naked, she met his gaze. “Are you planning on hurting me?”

  “No,” he said, horrified she’d think he could cause her harm. “I plan on using your body until you can no longer resist your feelings for me.”

  “Use me for what? You have all my knowledge already.”

  “I want to fuck you, Aeron. I have wanted to fuck you from the moment I met you in the atrium all those years ago.”

  She gulped. “But you can’t…I mean, your body can’t work like that anymore.”

  “There is much you do not know about me. Now, touch me.” He put his hand out to her and watched as she lifted her hand tentatively. When her hand was directly before him, he grabbed her wrist gently, and put her hand over his heart.

  “It beats for you, Aeron. It always has.”

  His sensors read her vitals and determined she was moving from fear to excitement. That was a very good thing.

  Brad pulled Aeron to him, and bent his head down. He’d wanted to give her a real kiss for fourteen long years—one that would curl her toes—and now he finally had his chance. She hesitated, before parting her lips enough for his tongue to slip in. His cock ached to be in her and he could deny it no longer. Reluctantly, he drew away from their kiss and unfastened his pants. He pushed them down until they fell the rest of the way off. He kicked them away and ripped his T-shirt off. Pulling her closer to him, he licked his lips before pressing his turgid flesh against her stomach. “I love you, Aeron.”

  She tensed up. “But you can’t…you don’t…droids don’t love. You didn’t love me before, Brad. You don’t now.”

  Feeling no need to argue the point with her, he dropped his hands down to her butt and picked her up. He’d show her how very wrong she was. Careful not to use too much strength, he eased her legs around his waist. Her wet sex pressed against his abdomen and he could think of nothing beyond entering her. “I’m going to fuck you now and you will enjoy it. I promise.”

  Aeron moaned and dropped her head back as he lifted her slightly and settled her on the tip of his dick. She squirmed in his arms a bit before leaning forward and kissing his jawline. He froze.

  “If this is a dream, don’t wake me,” she whispered. “I missed you so much. So very much.”

  She wants me too.

  Blinded by need, he pulled on her hips, impaling her quickly onto his hard cock. She cried out in his arms and clutched his back. “Too big…ahh…Brad, you’re too big.”

  Afraid of hurting her, he ran a diagnostic scan of her body. His cock’s girth spread the walls of her pussy taut, but he could sense no damage being done, so he didn’t stop. Besides, from what he could tell, he also stroked her Gräfenberg spot with each thrust, thus causing her as much pleasure as it caused him. After a few more slow strokes, Aeron’s pussy began to cream and he slid in and out of her with ease.

  “Does it still hurt?” he asked softly.

  “No.” She kissed his lips and slid one hand into the back of his hair. For a split second he wondered if she’d try to shut him off. When she fisted his hair and bit at his lower lip, he lost control, pumping into her body like a possessed man.

  Aeron continued to claw at his back as she moaned. Thrusting his hips upwards, he drilled into her with short strokes as he laid down with her, never allowing himself to leave her body. He barrel-rolled their bodies, leaving Aeron on top.

  She gasped, her eyes wide. “Oh, Brad…ohh, this makes you go even deeper. You feel even bigger.”

  “Do you wish me to terminate this encounter?” he asked, waggling his brows as he spoke in his best impersonation of a droid. “Do you want it to end, Aeron?”

  “Terminate?” Her eyes widened. “No, I want you to fuck me until you can’t fuck me anymore.”

  Her response made him chuckle. Brad pushed so hard that Aeron’s tiny body lifted almost clean off him. Not wanting to harm her, he eased up a bit on his thrusts, still enjoying the feel of her hot cunt.

  When he felt her pussy clenching down around his shaft, he knew she was coming. The first time of many, he hoped.

  The feel of her pussy milking him was too much, his cock twitched once within her as his balls drew up. His orgasm hit him before he could even compute it. Semen shot into her silken depths. Wave after wave of it followed. When he’d modified his semen in the lab, he’d made his body come harder than that of a normal humanoid male. The need to assure he would be able to reproduce with Aeron was great.

  Aeron pushed on his chest as he continued to fill her with his seed. “What’s going on? Brad, what the hell is that? How are you coming?”

  He responded by pulling her down towards him and pressing his mouth to hers as his body continued to empty its seed into her receptive womb. Minutes passed and he thrust his hips once more, still coming, and felt another orgasm tear through her body. The added sensation only helped to prolong his marathon-long ejaculation.

  For months he’d tweaked his reproductive system to allow him to control the duration in which he released semen, and how many sperm, if any, were in it. Wanting a family with Aeron for so long had made him decide to lift his sperm levels off the chart for this session. Running his diagnostic scan, he knew she was ovulating, knew she was ripe for him. He let the remainder of his semen leak into her before he stopped thrusting.

  It would take sixty seconds for his body to replenish the amount of semen he’d used, and he wanted to be sure to restock. Now that his first mission was complete, he intended to pleasure himself every way possible with her and make her love him as much as he loved her.

  Chapter Seven

  Aeron wiggled on Brad, still unsure if she was awake or dreaming and no longer caring. He felt so good in her, almost like he’d been made just for her. In a way, he had been.

  The fact that he could not only ejaculate, but ejaculate longer than a human male was an amazing development. It was also a tad unnerving. She kissed at his lower lip as he began to move beneath her again. “How are you still hard?”

  He smiled up at her and melted her heart. “I can control how long I’m erect now…most of the time.”

  “Most of the time?”

  For a second, he looked embarrassed. “I have fou
nd there are certain times when I can’t get my erection to dissipate, especially after watching you masturbate. At times, I’ve had to pleasure myself to alleviate the pressure. Trust me, baby, jacking off to your image is the only thing that kept me from ravishing you all these years.”

  Her blue eyes widened. “You watched me…?” She couldn’t have been more mortified if she tried. How many nights had she lain there, stroking her own clit and fingerfucking herself? Too many to remember.

  “Aeron,” he whispered, pulling her down to hug her. “I want to watch you do it again and again. Just as I want to take you in every way I’ve dreamed of.”

  “Every way?” she asked, still unsure where he’d learned the ones he knew already.

  “Yes. I plan on fucking that sweet mouth of yours, tasting your pussy and fucking your tight little ass.”

  Panic welled up in her. “My ass? No, I’ve never.”

  “I will take you in whatever ways I wish and you will accommodate. Am I clear?” His voice was powerful and she knew better than to cross him, not that she even wanted to.

  “Brad?”

  His expression softened a bit. “Yes?”

  “Would you really hurt me?”

  He pressed his mouth to hers and slid his tongue in. He traced tiny circles around her own, making her already wet pussy cream more. He ran his hands through her hair and gave it two quick tugs. She jerked back and shook her head, the reality of it all setting in.

  “It’s you, isn’t it?” she asked, already knowing the truth.

  He nodded.

  Guilt tore through her as she slid off him quickly. “I’m sorry, Brad. You were hurt because of me.”

  He reached for her but Aeron batted his hand away. “No. I can’t apologize enough. You suffered because of me. Now you feel like you owe me. Like you have to give me this because I’m…”

  “What?” he asked, shooting up and snaking his arm around her waist. He had her flipped onto her back before she could blink and was staring down at her with a heated gaze. “You think I’m with you right now because I feel like I owe you? Honey, you’ve got no idea how many years I dreamed of this…of holding you, being in you, telling you how I really feel. You will not take this from me, Aeron. I won’t let you trivialize and compartmentalize this like you do everything else.”

  “But—”

  He cut her protest off by capturing her lips with his own. Running her hands up and over his broad shoulders, Aeron found the back of his thick neck and held tight to it as he continued to kiss her. The second he broke the kiss, Aeron moaned, wanting him back. Brad had other ideas. He began to plant tiny kisses on her collarbone as he worked his way lower. As his tongue ran over the swell of her breast, her nipples hardened in anticipation. He drew one into his warm mouth and began to roll it with his tongue to the point her stomach tingled and her back arched.

  “Brad.”

  “You taste even better than I thought you would, Aeron.” He focused on her other nipple, giving it equal attention.

  On the verge of coming by simply having her nipples sucked on, Aeron reached out and clawed at the sofa. “Stellar stars, please fuck me.”

  Brad chuckled and that caught her attention. He really was her Brad. The man she’d fallen for without ever having a real kiss from him. Everything about him continued to surprise her. Moving down more, he began to kiss her lower abdomen. He stroked it gently and looked up at her with loving eyes. “I will fill you with my child—our child.”

  Instantly, Aeron’s chest tightened. She couldn’t tell him it would never happen, that he’d never be able to reproduce. The sheer determination in his eyes told her he seriously wanted to create life with her but it wasn’t an option. Droids did not reproduce—not even droids who retained their humanity.

  “Brad, we can’t…”

  He parted her slit, cutting her protest off as he slid his tongue over her clit. Aeron held tight to his shoulders as he licked her swollen nub, eliciting tiny bursts of pleasure. The second he added his fingers, pushing two into her cunt and fucking her with them, Aeron abandoned thoughts of explaining they could never reproduce and gave in to the thrill of having Brad back with her.

  “Mmm,” he murmured against her pussy, alternating licks and sucks.

  Her inner thighs tightened and an involuntary spasm left her clamping them against the sides of Brad’s head. A manly chuckle followed as her orgasm struck. Brad stayed there a moment, lapping up her cream before rising over her, his mouth glistening.

  He lined up with her and drove in to the hilt. Aeron arched, countering his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper.

  “Uh.” He pumped harder. “Aeron, you feel so good.”

  Brad kissed her and she tasted herself on his lips. It spurred her on, bucking against him, loving the feel of him. Loving him.

  Another orgasm struck, causing her pussy to contract around his shaft. Brad tossed his head back, growling as he rooted deep in her, filling her completely with his come.

  Chapter Eight

  Brad stared down at Aeron’s sleeping form. He’d literally worn her out to the point she’d fallen asleep before he even withdrew completely on their sixth joining. He’d carried her to bed and wiped away traces of their combined juices so she could rest in comfort. Prior to the accident, he’d never thought of himself as a man who would enjoy cuddling any female, but that’s what he’d done for the last several hours. He’d held her close to him, listening to her soft, rhythmic breathing and steady heartbeat.

  “I love you,” he whispered, bending to kiss her forehead.

  She turned in her sleep towards him. “Mmm, I love you too, Brad.”

  Closing his eyes, he fought the urge to wake her and smother her in kisses. It was hard. Hearing her reaffirm what she’d confessed so many years prior was a dream come true.

  He sighed. The dream would shatter soon enough if what he suspected was true. The man in the marketplace claimed Conell sent him. There was no way in hell Conell would ever harm Aeron. The man adored her. Always had and most likely always would. He’d grown from an awkward, skinny geek to a man with the ability to survive when need be. The universe had hardened him, but one thing Brad knew for sure, it hadn’t hardened him to the point he’d ever willingly hurt Aeron. The Vanos were notorious for their torture techniques and could extract information from almost anyone. The very fact the Vanos knew of Aeron meant the information came from Conell. Brad’s refusal to believe the man could turn on Aeron left only one thing—Conell had been captured.

  He shuddered at the thought of Conell being tortured. He might always have a jealousy issue in regards to the man, but in the end Conell was someone he’d once called a friend and he couldn’t allow him to be held by the Vanos.

  Aeron would follow if she knew he was going planet-side again and he couldn’t risk her being harmed. Especially not now.

  He raked his gaze over her glorious form, letting it rest on her lower abdomen. If what he suspected was true, she was with child or would be very soon, depending upon when conception actually took place.

  “I’ll be back, honey. I promise.”

  With that, he did the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life—he walked away from her.

  Chapter Nine

  Orbiting Planet Perseus in the Prometheus Quadrant of the A-QPT45 System

  Five months later…

  Aeron moved slowly between the rows of hydroponic plants she’d been tending to in order to maintain some sense of sanity. It wasn’t as easy as it used to be. No. She now had to contend with a swollen stomach and persistent, low-back pain. The baby growing within her was a miracle. The fact that his father had walked out on her five month ago, after one night of passion, was bittersweet. Brad had left her with a broken heart and his child. Regret wasn’t an option.

  She glanced out the viewing port at the planet below and bit back emotions that wanted to run free. She’d sworn she’d never return to this quadrant again, but
found herself plotting a course for it all the same. Normally, she’d change in mid-route, but this time was different. This time, she kept going.

  Already, she’d been in orbit above the planet for close to two weeks, awaiting news on a guide to take her around. Her central notification computer beeped, indicating an incoming call.

  “Yes?”

  “Aeron?” Kiwi, a young female she’d befriended two months prior, asked. She’d been docked near Aeron’s ship in another quadrant, injured from a Vanos attack. Aeron aided her, rebuilding the damage the Vanos had done. “I have news.”

  “Did you find me a guide?” she asked, hopeful.

  “Umm, not exactly. Can I dock?”

  Aeron snorted. “Of course you can, Kiwi. You’re always welcome here. You know that.”

  “I’ll, umm, meet you in the receiving room in five,” Kiwi said, shutting communications down.

  Odd.

  Aeron set her potting shovel down and made her way toward the bay doors. It would take her at least five minutes to make it to the other side of the ship. She went as quickly as possible, wondering what in the universe made Kiwi act so strange.

  “Give her a bit, boy.”

  The sound of Kiwi’s voice carried down the corridor. “You are an impatient one, aren’t you?”

  Wondering who Kiwi was talking to, Aeron rounded the corner and came to a dead stop. There before her was Brad. He was being blocked by the petite brunette with a temper to rival his own.

  Kiwi had her hands on her hips and was facing the other direction. “I know you’re claiming to be her husband, but like I already told you, if you hurt her in any way, I’ll tear your dick off and cram it up your ass.”

  Aeron couldn’t say she was shocked to hear something like that fall from Kiwi’s lips. The girl had a tendency to spit out whatever was on her mind. She was shocked to see Brad. He hadn’t changed a bit in five months.

  He looked past Kiwi and spotted her. His dark gaze went to her swollen stomach. “Aeron? Honey?”