The Alien Pirates' Treasure (Star Pirates Book 1)

by Charity Wells

  “Don’t do that,” she says, rolling to look at me. “It’s not your fault either. It could have happened at any time. All it takes is a moment of distraction.”

  I lean in and kiss her gently, seeking my own reassurance that she’s okay. Polly presses into me with a sweet murmur of pleasure, then relaxes back into the bed. Fiddling with my fingers, she hooks the edge of one of my claws and pulls it from its sheath.

  “What are you doing, my mate?” I ask, watching her do the same to the others.

  “Just checking out the equipment. I didn’t know you guys had such sharp claws. They’re normally so short.”

  Releasing the claw she was inspecting, she lets it return to its natural position, then presses down on a pressure point in my hand. The nerve spasms, extending all the claws at once and draws a hiss of discomfort from me. I pull my hand back gently and shake out the offended limb.

  “Sorry,” Polly says, but the amused undertone in her words and her smile betray her humor.

  “Naughty female,” I scold, nipping her shoulder.

  Ca’lek’s loud voice booms in the corridor and interrupts us.

  “Kuma, take these credits and find that fabric merchant. His stall is outside the clinic. You are to procure everything he has for sale.”

  “He really doesn't need to buy the whole stall,” Polly whispers to me, eavesdropping on Ca’lek’s tirade.

  “And then I want you to find the stall with the hanging beads. Buy all of them. And send Messa to obtain some lunch for Polly.”

  Kuma sputters. “You want everything?”

  Polly chuckles in my arms. “Please go tell him not to buy out the whole market.”

  “Best not to test our luck with him right now. He’s upset and feeling guilty. We’ll be lucky if he doesn’t try to buy the entire colony for you.”

  She gasps, tapping my arm. “You are joking, right?”

  “I would never joke about that,” I reply loftily, and watch the way her face scrunches when she snorts at my badly disguised playfulness.

  She sits up and slides off the bed. I protest as the heat from her body evaporates into thin air.

  “He’s joking right?” she asks Ca’lek, who is about to issue more orders to Kuma regarding what else to buy at the market. She looks to Kuma as Ca’lek turns to answer her. “Kuma, do not buy the entire market.”

  “Who’s joking about what? Why aren’t you in the medbay?” he says with a deep frown across his face. Kuma slips away while Ca’lek is distracted. “You are supposed to be in medical right now.”

  “You brought me here.”

  “I did no such thing.”

  “Yeah sweetie, you did.”

  “Come. We’re going to Medical now.”

  “But—” Polly turns her head to glance back at me.

  Ca’lek attempts to scoop her up into his arms once more, but she jumps back. I didn’t think she could move so quickly with how pregnant she is, but she is a fast little thing.

  “Polly. You are coming with me to the medbay.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  Ca’lek growls and I watch from the bed in amusement, wondering who will win this battle of wills.

  “Now,” he orders.

  Her foot stomps on the ground making the cutest little thump. “You are not dragging me to medical again today. I’m tired, my back is sore, and I just want to lay down for a while.”

  Deciding I want in on the argument just to poke at my primary, I pipe up in a teasing tone, “Ca’lek, just call Ha’dir to us. He’s put on a bit of weight. I’m sure he could use the walk—”

  His head snaps in my direction and he glares at me. I throw my hands up in a sign of surrender.

  “Please? Do you really want to deal with Va’naar poking around with all the medical equipment right now?” Polly asks in a hushed tone, thinking that I cannot hear her.

  I snort under my breath.

  Ca’lek huffs irritably as Polly’s hands slink around his wrist and presses his comm. “Ha’dir to…” She quickly glances over her shoulder looking at me and I mouth our location. “Ha’dir to the captain’s quarters please.”

  “What is the nature of the visit?”

  “Polly needs an emergency evalua—”

  “Ca’lek needs reassuring,” Polly says, cutting him off.

  “On my way,” Ha’dir says, then sighs through the comm before it beeps and shuts off.

  “It seems I must deal with both of you countermanding me now,” Ca’lek mutters under his breath in frustration.

  Polly giggles, pecks him on the cheek, and waddles back to the bed where she flops on the bed beside me again. I happily spoon around her once more and give her my hand, so she can play with my claws again.

  ∞∞∞

  Polly

  “I’m fine, honestly,” I tell Ca’lek as the medic scans me yet again, this time with Ca’lek hovering over the poor male’s shoulder.

  These guys are going to be the death of me, though I can’t help but smile. They are so sweet and overprotective. When I woke on that Viktoid ship, pregnant and alone, mating was the last thing on my mind. But everything happens for a reason, right? Whatever the reason may be, I wouldn’t change it for the world. Meeting Va’naar and Ca’lek has been the best thing that has ever happened to me.I glance down and rub my belly, no, to us.

  “Scan her stomach again!” Ca’lek barks, seeing the gesture. I roll my eyes, chuckling under my breath.

  Ca’lek was unbelievably peeved when I refused to allow Ha’dir to scan me before the cut on his shoulder was cleaned and sealed. It was shallow, but I wanted to make sure it healed properly. Sealing it took almost no time at all, but you would think I was in danger of death from the way Ca’lek protested. Now he was determined to make me suffer through a dozen scans before he would be even remotely convinced that I was fine.

  “I have already scanned her three times. There is nothing wrong. She is perfectly fine.”

  “Are you questioning your captain?”

  I watch Va’naar laughing smugly from his position across the room. As soon as the medic entered, Ca’lek ordered him to stand in the far corner. He’s not allowed anywhere near me while Ha’dir operates his medical equipment. Va’naar was quite pissy about it, up until Ca’lek started huffing and arguing with Ha’dir. He settled in and was now thoroughly enjoying himself. I can’t help but roll my eyes at these two. Poor Ha’dir is just trying to do his job.

  “No, but I assure you that—”

  “Then scan her again!”

  Ha’dir sighs, grumbling and turns the scanner back on, then runs it over me. Va’naar starts howling with laughter. Obviously, I need to intervene, otherwise I’ll be spending the rest of the evening ‘earning’ extra medical scans with every uncomfortable grimace I make.

  I reach out, pluck the device from Ha’dir’s hands, and hit the off button, then hand it back to the poor male. “Alright, we’re done here. You can leave now Ha’dir. Thank you for stopping by.”

  The medic gratefully nods his head, grabs his equipment, and dashes out the door before Ca’lek can utter a single word.

  “But—” Ca’lek protests, voice trailing off in a low whine.

  “No buts, mister. You need to relax and let people do their jobs. Ha’dir is the medic and I’m the patient. He says I’m fine. I say I’m fine. Let it go,” I say, pausing to shake my head.

  Wait a minute...did he just whine?

  My heart drops a thousand feet and I pull Ca’lek against me. His head lays on my breast while his hands wrap around my back, embracing me in a fierce hug. I’ve never heard him whine before and I immediately feel awful. He’s just trying to take care of me, but he’s worried himself so much he can’t calm down.

  “Ca’lek, honey, you are such a strong, wonderful protector and I love that you want to take care me, but I promise we are fine,” I say, softly rubbing my fingers through his mane while he rumbles his contentment. “You need to relax. Lay down.”

  �
��What?”

  “Strip out of your shirt and lay on your belly. I’m giving you a massage. Otherwise you’re going to be a nervous wreck for the rest of the day,” I say, tugging him to the bed and pushing him down.

  Ca’lek’s bed is much bigger than the one in my quarters. It was so comfortable last night, I look forward to sleeping in it with my mates every night. Va’naar perches on the bedside and watches me curiously as I cajole Ca’lek into the position I want.

  Smoothing his tail down, I straddle his butt, moving to rest on my knees. I don’t know how long I can kneel like this, but it’s the best position for a deep tissue massage. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long since I last gave a full body massage, but I didn’t realize how much I missed it till I started running my hands along his back.

  It takes a moment to learn the muscle structure hidden under his short velvety fur, but I don’t mind. I love being able to put my hands all over him.

  His mane ends just below his shoulders where the long silky strands transition to short fuzzy fur. I pause there, tickling at the back of his neck. He huffs a short laugh under his breath. Then I find the first tense spot, just between his shoulder blades and dig my fingers into it.

  Ca’lek twitches hard, then groans as I work the soreness out of the muscle. The next knot has formed along his left side. Soon I’ve worked the entire length of his back and moved into smooth rolling strokes along his spine. Ca’lek is now a groaning puddle under my hands and it gives me great satisfaction to put my skills to use again.

  “Roll over,” I order, shifting off of him.

  He rolls, nearly limp from the massage. Once he's on his back, I straddle his hips again. Subtly shifting my hips, I rub against the slight erection I feel forming under me.

  “Hmm, is that a blaster in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I tease.

  “Happy, my mate. Definitely happy,” he moans, while slipping his hands up my thighs and under my dress to grasp my butt, pulling me harder against his dick.

  “Start that and I won’t finish my massage,” I warn.

  “I don’t need it, I’m relaxed now. So very relaxed,” he pants, as he grinds against me.

  The sensation makes me gasp when he drags my barely covered clit over the fastener of his pants. Grinning, I slide back just a little and reach for the fastener, then flick it open. He’s straining against the seams and the front of his pants part easily for me. My hand closes around his dick and he shudders, his hands clenching on my hips. I slide back some more and lean over, with my belly resting on his knees.

  “What are you—” His words choke off when I lick his dick from the base to the head. Hips jerking, his head falls back in surprise.

  Va’naar makes a choked sound of surprise as well. I would have to guess his race doesn’t know what a blowjob is. Looking up briefly, I see he’s holding the front of his own pants and gripping a huge erection underneath. I wink and turn back to Ca’lek.

  Closing my mouth over the end of his cock, I tongue the little slit at the top. The little bead of precum there has a salty-sweet taste that reminds me of salted watermelon. It doesn’t really look like a human dick. He’s long and thick, a solid bar of flesh with little ridges running down the upper half of it. There’s no designated head per se, just a slightly tapered tip. The base has a thicker area that I know swells into his knot when he comes. I can’t get his entire length in my mouth as I bob up and down, sucking lightly, but I grip the lower half and stroke in time to my motions.

  Ca’lek has one hand in my hair, gripping the back of my head, while the other is fisted in the sheets. Claws tear into the fabric as he scrabbles to hold onto something. His head is thrown back and his hips twitch, fighting his deep rooted control. He props himself up onto his elbow, then forces his eyes open, and watches me take his dick down my throat. A growl starts in his chest, stuttering with every jerk of his body.

  I hear an echoing growl from Va’naar and look over to see he’s stripped his clothes and is roughly stroking his own cock. His eyes are bright and feverish with desire.

  A chuckle bubbles in my throat and Ca’lek gasps at the feel of it. Snarling, he grabs my arms and pulls me up his body to straddle his hips again. His hand shoves beneath my panties, feeling how wet I am from all this. With a satisfied grunt, he pulls them aside and impales me on his dick, thrusting swiftly into my pussy.

  “Oh!” I gasp at the sudden invasion.

  He freezes, cursing. Va’naar growls at him.

  “Don’t stop Ca’lek, don’t you dare stop,” I order, panting. Lifting myself up, I rock on his dick, taking him hard and fast.

  With his hands on my ass, he helps me lift and lower quickly. His teeth are gritted and he breathes heavily. As I brace myself on his shoulders, I ride him as roughly as I can. It feels amazing.

  Va’naar is still watching us with an envious gleam in his eyes. Whipping off my dress, I wave him closer. Kneeling beside me, I kiss him even as I raise up and down on Ca’lek again and again. Va’naar’s hands grip and stroke my breasts and belly, worshipping my skin under the rough palms. I grin slyly, then push him back a little and drop to one hand. The other grips his cock and I close my mouth around it, sucking on him as I rock on Ca’lek’s dick. He tastes almost as nice as Ca’lek, but with a slightly less melony flavor.

  Va’naar utters a strangled shout and his hands grab the sides of my head. My belly is getting in the way of being able to ride Ca’lek, but he adapts.

  Pulling out, he lifts my leg enough to roll away and comes up behind me. Tearing apart my panties, he thrusts back in with a single smooth motion. I gasp around Va’naar’s dick and suck him further into my throat. Ca’lek strokes into my pussy and rocks me back and forth on Va’naar’s cock. Neither of them are making a single intelligible sound. The room is awash in growls, snarls, and grunts of masculine pleasure, while I’m whining and moaning around the dick in my mouth.

  Ca’lek tenses, thrusting faster when he reaches his peak. He stiffens with a roar and grinds into me, cumming hard. The pressure on my clit is too much and I cum, screaming. The vibrations on his dick set Va’naar off and he peaks as well, shouting his release and ejaculating down my throat. I swallow every warm bit while he cums.

  Va’naar pulls away before his knot can swell and falls back on the bed, his eyes rolling up into his head. Bent over my back, Ca’lek pants harshly against my skin. I am dripping with sweat and it’s a struggle to breathe.

  “See...told you I was fine,” I pant.

  Ca’lek chuckles a rough sound and licks along my spine, which draws a shiver of pleasure from me. Then he rolls us sideways to lay down till his knot recedes.

  “I will have your mouth on me again, woman. And soon,” Ca’lek announces with a wistful groan.

  “Promises, promises,” I tease after releasing a worn out sigh.

  “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Va’naar mutters with an arm flung over his eyes.

  I laugh, loving the purring of my sated mates while we all drift into an exhausted but satisfied sleep.

  Chapter 10

  Calek

  “What in the world is all this?” Polly asks the next morning as Kuma, Messa, and Duresh carry crate after crate of goods from the merchants on Rissa V into our quarters.

  “Just a few things I thought you would like,” I reply, turning to face Duresh. “Set our course for Mephida.”

  “Aye Cap’n. I’ll set course as soon as we finish loading the cargo.”

  “You mean to tell me there’s more?” I ask, astonished.

  “Yes Cap’n. Fourteen more crates and then we can leave.”

  My eyes wander around my room. There are crates everywhere, some of which are still out in the hall because they’ve run out of room to place them inside. My mind rolls back to the moment I gave Kuma the credits...just how much did I give him? This is significantly more than what I had requested.

  I spot Kuma as he drops off another box and give him a questioning l
ook. He grins and shrugs his shoulder before heading back down the corridor and out of sight. Now I’m wondering if Kuma actually did pay for everything, or if he may have acquired some of it more creatively.

  I rake my fingers through my mane, completely dumbfounded. “No. Go plot a course now, Va’naar and I will help load the remaining cargo. I want this ship flying once we’re done.”

  As soon as my crew leaves, my neck stiffens again despite the massage Polly gave me. I don’t want to admit I might have gone overboard in ordering Kuma to buy half the market, however, I can’t help but worry about what will happen when we arrive back home fully mated. Stress weighs heavily on me. Shoving those thoughts to the back recesses of my mind and take Polly’s hand with mine.

  “We demanded a bounty of treasures from the colony as recompense for the attack on you in the market,” I bluff, grinning at her confusion. “This is your bounty.”

  “I thought you purchased these with credits!” she says worriedly, looking back and forth between me, Va’naar, and the crates.

  “A good portion of them are paid for, but don’t ruin the fun. You’re one of us now, a privateer,” Va’naar says, then laughs, winking at our mate.

  “You mean pirate,” she says, biting her lip. There’s a gleam in her eyes that says she's anticipating to sort through her newly acquired treasure, but she isn’t entirely sure she should be so excited over the illicitly acquired goods. “Well, I suppose we can’t let it go to waste, but there’s no way we’re keeping this all in here. There’s no room to walk around!”

  “Bah. It’s fine. We can have the excess brought down to the cargo hold and stored for later. Whatever you don’t want can be sold on Mephida. Besides, now we have a chance to show you how profitable being a privateer can be,” I scoff, waving her worries away.

  My mate rolls her eyes as I tap my comm and ask the crew to bring the remaining crates to its new destination. I wrap my arm around her back and pull Polly against me, while Va’naar takes her free hand in his. We have a quick hug and a kiss, then Va’naar and I each grab a box, fuss at Polly who tries to grab a small box herself, and together, the three of us head down the cargo bay, leaving our cramped quarters behind for someone else to deal with.