The Alien Pirates' Treasure (Star Pirates Book 1)

by Charity Wells

  “Oh my God, how did you get all those?” I lean up, stealing a small handful of vesh. It’s be sooo long since I’ve had any of these nut-flavored candy balls.

  “Pirates remember?” She grins. “We hit the luxury liners for the good stuff every once in a while. I’ve also brought efta for me and beela for you.” Messa pours a glass of the fruity sparkling beverage for me, then a glass of expensive alcohol for herself.

  “Sounds good,” I say, accepting the cup from her. I settle it down on the stand next to me and snack on some more vesh, secretly hoping Messa has more of it stashed away somewhere. “I’m not much of a drinker anyways and the only time I got this was during holiday celebrations back home. And only when someone else was buying.”

  “So, did you enjoy your time in the cargo bay?”

  Her lips curl up into a sly grin which she hides behind her glass of efta. I cough, choking on my own drink. I don’t need any help guessing what she’s referring to.

  “Oh my God, that was you who walked in on us, wasn’t it?” I sputter, laughing in horror while slapping a hand over my face in embarrassment.

  “At least it wasn’t Kuma. You three would never live that down. How in Vren’s name did you convince those two to lose control like that?” Messa asks. “Va’naar is impulsive, sure, but I’ve never known Ca’lek to be anything but serious. Especially when he’s in public like that.”

  “Didn’t take much convincing. In fact, Va’naar’s the one that started it. Anyway, you know that trick I told you about? Well, let’s just say it was a good opportunity to get back at him. You should have seen his face.”

  Her face scrunches, looking like she’s trying to dislodge the image from her mind. “You mean that thing about pressing that nerve bundle behind the seed sack? No, I’m good. I don’t need to see that. Duresh loves that by the way, it drives him wild. You have to teach me something new so I can surprise him again,” Messa says, then giggles.

  “Yeah, that. Va’naar thought he was being clever,” I state, sitting up to grab a few pieces of tilu, then lean back into the cushions again. “But I disabused him of that and it turned out to be a bit...heated. In a good way though. And then I just had to get Ca’lek in on it.”

  “Ahh. You’re good for them. I hope you know that,” Messa announces seriously. “Ca’lek has been far too serious over the years. It’s nice to see him relaxed and smiling. And Va’naar has needed someone to look after for a long time. They will never admit it, but finding out they were contracted to Sa’rin...it damaged something in them.

  “Ca’lek became even more withdrawn. He turned quieter, and more serious than ever. Va’naar...well, Va’naar lost much of his humor. He skulked around in a depressive bout for cycles, then tried to buck up and make the best of it, but his heart wasn’t in it. When it came time to turn homeward, they got worse and started fighting and sniping at each other. They haven’t been this happy in a long time.”

  “They’re good for me too,” I say, then smile thinking about the last few years of my life and how empty they had been.

  “Well. Now that we know how good you are for all of us, what new secrets can you share with me?” Messa rubs her hands together gleefully and I laugh at the slightly evil anticipation in her eyes. I study her mostly humanoid features and an idea popped into my head.

  “Hmmm, does your species engage in oral sex?”

  “Oral sex?” Messa’s confusion makes me want to rub my hands together now.

  “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

  ∞∞∞

  Ca’lek

  My beautiful mate is fast asleep when Va’naar and I crawl into bed with her. Her scent washes over me, making me hard in an instant. She’s wearing a light, floaty nightgown that barely conceals her lovely little nipples. Sprawling across the center of the bed, she’s kicked off the covers. Her gown has ridden up around her hips, exposing her long legs and the soft curve of her bottom.

  I kiss her shoulder as I cuddle up behind her. At my touch, she rouses a little and makes a sweet hum of sound, then turns her head to kiss me back. It’s sweet and tender, which makes me more grateful at the thought that this is my mate and not Sa’rin.

  How did I get so lucky?

  Va’naar crawls up on her other side and leans in for a kiss of his own. His hand slinks around her neck to cup her cheek, pulling her sweet lips away from mine. In turn, she grabs a fistful of his ruff and clings to him. Kneading her breast, he draws a soft moan from her. Va’naar pulls her nightgown aside and bends his neck to lick her nipple. She arches against me, rubbing her ass on my cock while pushing her breasts out, demanding more of Va’naar’s attention. Our little mate is insatiable.

  I trace her ear with my tongue, sucking the lobe between my teeth. I don’t stay there long, however, and keep inching downward to where I marked her shoulder just a few nights ago. She gasps when I nip her again. She’s pants and her hand moves from Va’naar’s ruff to mine, gripping handfuls of fur and pulling us closer. The slight, painful tug has me growling in pleasure. I enjoy this eager, but rougher side of her.

  Va’naar nibbles at her breasts and neck, then dips his hand between her legs to pet her heated flesh through her soaked panties. She shudders slightly as he strokes her clit, and her moans of delight grow louder.

  I breathe deep, pulling the scent of her arousal into my sinuses. It is the most wonderful smell in the universe. If I could rub that scent into my fur I would. In fact, I think I will before the night is over.

  Polly pushes her panties down, wriggling them over her hips in a silent demand for more. I help her pull them off, then I lay behind her again. She pushes back and tilts her hips for me, which gives me the space to slide my cock between her ass cheeks and along her slit. She’s so wet I practically slip inside.

  “Ca’lek,” she whines breathlessly. “Don’t tease me.”

  She whines again when I slide my cock over her wet heat once more. Her thighs clench together and squeeze my throbbing shaft. I shudder as my hips push harder against her ass.

  Va’naar’s fingers brush against me as he continues to strum his fingers over her clit. Polly’s hand pushes him out of the way for a moment so she can grab my cock and angle it up to her entrance. Taking the hint, I bite her shoulder gently and slowly stroke myself into her channel.

  With easy curls of my hips, I push into her body over and over. Her hands are all over Va’naar, digging into his mane and and stroking his cock while I fuck her. They kiss and pant between breaths whileVa’naar continues to fondle her clit. My teeth tighten on her shoulder, adding a pinch of pain that I know heightens her pleasure because she stiffens, and her sheath clamps down on my cock with her orgasm. I shake at the pressure of her muscles working over my flesh, and it’s not long before I’m cumming as well.

  Her sheath massages my cock, draining me of everything I’ve got. Knowing I’m not the only one who wants to pleasure our mate, I pull out just enough so that my knot can’t swell inside her and lock us together.

  I haven’t even caught my breath before Va’naar lifts her up and over his hips. Placing his hand on his cock, he eases it into her cunt, then shifts both his hands to hold most of her weight. She slowly eases down on him, her head tilts back as she utters a pleased groan.

  Carefully, he thrusts upward, savoring the slow, easy mating of this new position. Watching her ride him is intensely erotic. It’s so unlike the frantic fucking we’ve experienced so far.

  Even though her hormones still affect both of us, this isn’t us being driven mad by lust and desire. This mating is true and passionate. And now my sappy ass sounds like Va’naar.

  He rocks against her, reaching up to fondle her nipples as he slides into her cunt with soft, measured movements. He really loves touching her breasts. It’s not long at all when he stiffens against her, cumming with a low groan. She doesn’t cum a second time, but she smiles and moans as his hand grips her breast and he trembles with his release.

  “Polly,” he gasps. “Y
ou didn’t…” He looks distraught that he didn’t bring her to orgasm again.

  “I don’t need to. Once was enough. You felt good, and I’m glad you got to,” she assures him.

  “But…”

  “It’s really okay baby. I don’t know if I had a second one in me this time. I’m kind of tired.”

  “We should not have woken you,” I say, worried that we are exhausting her.

  “Yes you should have. There is nothing so wonderful as being awoken by my loving mates for a round of sweet, slow fucking. That was a perfect way to wake up and I am really glad you did. Now, come here and snuggle me,” she says, pulling Va’naar into a spot where she’s half lying on the pillows and half lying on him. Then she curls into his chest and yawns widely as her fingers comb through the lower part of his ruff.

  ∞∞∞

  Va’naar

  “Mmmm,” Polly groans, rubbing the lower side of her belly. She’s curled against me, my arm behind her shoulder while we recline on the pillows.

  “Are you alright?” Ca’lek asks, sleepily rolling towards her.

  “Yeah, it’s just a little contraction,” she murmurs, snuggling into me.

  “A what?” I bolt upright, accidently dropping her to the mattress as I jerk around to face her.

  “Va’naar, what was that for?” she gripes, struggling to sit up. Ca’lek scoots up and helps her.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, putting my hands on her stomach.

  “I just had a little contraction,” Polly says, lightly glaring at me and trying to swat my hands away.

  “Contractions mean you’re in labor don’t they?” Ca’lek asks, panic rising in his eyes.

  “Not always, no...oh,” she huffs as the skin over her belly tightens under my fingers.

  “Call Ha’dir!” Ca’lek yells at me. He scoops Polly off the bed and bolts out of our cabin and runs for the medbay with her in his arms.

  “Ca’lek! For heaven's sake put me down!” she yells, pushing at his arms. “I am not in labor!”

  “Ha’dir! Get to the medbay! Polly’s in labor!” I yell into my comm while we rush down the hall.

  “No I’m not!” Polly declares loudly over Ca’lek’s shoulder.

  A door opens ahead of us, Kuma sleepily peers out. “What’s going on guys?” he asks, his eyes widening at the sight of us.

  “Ca’lek, we’re naked!” Polly wails, blushing in embarrassment, trying to cover her breasts.

  “LOOK AWAY!” he bellows at the hapless Shirshen, who scrambles back into his room and shuts the door so quick I’m sure it will need repairs.

  “I swear to all the Gods in the known universe, if you don’t put me down and get me some clothes, we are never having sex again,” Polly growls, reaching up and grabbing Ca’lek by the ear in a vicious pinch.

  “Ow!” he yelps when she tugs his head down.

  “Here,” Ha’dir says, handing Polly a robe as we rush into the medbay. He’s got one for Ca’lek and I well. “Now my dear, what seems to be the problem?” His tone of voice hints that he knows we’re being overprotective idiots again.

  “Polly’s in labor, she had a contraction!” Ca’lek blurts, setting her on the table and insisting she lay down.

  “I am not in labor you crazy bastards,” she says, pushing him away. “Ha’dir, I am fine. I had one minor contraction after we had sex. To be honest, it didn’t even hurt that much. It was just a little tight on one side of my belly.”

  “I see. Well, since you’re here, why don’t we go ahead and make sure everything is alright. At the very least, it might calm some nerves.” Ha’dir cocks his head in Ca’lek’s direction before turning to look at me.

  “It was two contractions. She’s in labor,” I insist firmly.

  He huffs slightly and focuses on Polly, who throws her hands in the air in exasperation.

  “Doc, I don’t know how I’m going to handle the next couple months if these two don’t cut it out! We can’t keep running to you every time I have a normal little hiccup with this pregnancy,” she complains, scowling at us both.

  “Unfortunately, Mephidaean males are not known for being very reasonable when it comes to their gravid mate and pups. This is actually a normal reaction for males of our species. We will get you checked over and then send you back to bed. They will just have to find some way to cope,” Ha’dir says, reaching for his scanner.

  “Now that's not tr—” I open my mouth to protest, but get cut off by a growl from Polly.

  “You shush,” Ha’dir comments over his shoulder. Ignoring my light growl, he turns the scanner on and moves it towards Polly.

  Ca’lek and I crowd around him so we can see the screen as well.

  “No! Absolutely not. You two, over there!” Polly orders, pointing at us and then at the far corner of the room. “If I have to go through another scan to make you feel better, then you guys are going to stay quiet and out of the way, so we can get this done as quickly as possible, so I can go back to bed. Possibly alone!”

  I’m torn between listening to my mate’s tirade, and inspecting Ha’dir’s device which beeps strangely, but she glares until Ca’lek and I move towards the back of the room, leaving Ha’dir to tend to Polly and our pups alone. Neither of us are happy about it and I can hear Ca’lek whine under his breath while he paces in the corner, fighting his instinctive desire to return to her side. My entire body is tense and jittery as I do the same. The scan only takes a few seconds, but it feels like ages before the little machine beeps its completion.

  “Everything is fine,” Ha’dir says, looking at us instead of Polly. Turning back, he addresses her next. “You had a pre-labor contraction. According to the human medical texts I downloaded, your species call them Braxton-hicks contractions. They are completely normal and you should expect to experience more of them the closer you get to delivery, especially if you get overly tired or stressed. Mating can trigger them too, but you don’t have to stop. Just take it easy. Nothing too rough.”

  “Doesn’t sound normal to me,” Ca’lek hisses to me in quiet tones.

  “I agree. Perhaps we need a new medic?”

  “A new medic you say? Good luck with that one,” Ha’dir says, then cleans his equipment and puts it away. “No one else would willingly put up with you two.”

  “So I’m fine, and the babies are fine?”

  “Yes. Everyone is fine,” Ha’dir assures her. “Just rest and take it easy for a while.”

  “Told you I was fine,” she announces, looking at us. “Now, I want to go back to bed and sleep. I could have been sleeping off a wonderful aftersex glow, but noooooo. You two had to have a panic attack and drag me down here in the middle of the night. Now I just get exhausted and irritated passing out instead of my lovely afterglow.”

  “We were worried about you,” Ca’lek protests, leaving the corner and stepping around Ha’dir to her side. “We don’t know anything about pregnancies and pups.”

  “Then trust me to know what my body is doing okay?” she says softly as she reaches up to stroke his cheek.

  My ears flatten against my head. “But...you were in labor!” I turn and hiss to Ca’lek. “She was in labor. How is this possible? I demand access to the medical scanner.”

  Everyone turns to me and shouts. “No!”

  “I am not in labor. Not yet. Braxton-hicks contractions are normal. They are meant to stretch my muscles and help prepare me for labor. Real contractions are much more painful and my water will break. Please stop freaking out on me. I don’t want to have to sleep in a different cabin if you two can’t control yourselves, but I will,” my mate threatens.

  I bristle with agitation at the thought of my mate in pain, but my nerves would be even worse if she were to shut me out.

  “I don’t want you to be in pain,” I whine, ducking my head.

  Polly slides off the table. “Then I suggest you let me go to bed before I have Ha’dir inspect the pain in my ass too.”

  Ha’dir chuckles at my joke.
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  “Once you come to the medbay for the actual delivery, I can give her something for the pain. Her delivery will be easy and painfree, I promise,” Ha’dir states, gripping my shoulder as I move to stand beside Polly while she straightens her robe.

  “Thank you, Ha’dir. We’ll try not to bother you again,” Ca’lek replies, wrapping his arm around our mate and turns towards the door. The older male snorts under his breath while he heads to his own quarters.

  Unhappily, I trail behind my mate and primary as we return to our cabin and settle into bed. This whole situation has left me anxious and I do not think I am coping well. The idea that my mate will be in pain during her labor goes against everything I feel as a secondary.

  I am not as good a fighter as Ca’lek since I’m not naturally aggressive. He is our protector. In a battle, my job would be to remove our mate from the danger and get her to safety, while he takes that danger head on to give us a window to escape if possible. My role is to ensure the wellbeing of my bonded mates, to make sure they stay healthy and happy. Right now I don’t think I’m doing a very good job.

  Polly throws an arm around my waist, then snuggles into my side. Ca’lek’s hand brushes against me as well, when he curls against her back and drapes his arm around her. The soft sound of their breathing is soothing and I use it to force my mind to calm. I’m tired and Polly’s slow and steady breathing against my chest makes it easier for me to drift off to sleep.

  Chapter 12

  Ca’lek

  “Tell me more about our contract mother,” I say, eyeing my dam on the view screen. She winces visibly, looking uncomfortable.

  It’s early morning. My mate and secondary are still sleeping. I was restless and decided it was time to get some answers. If I am going to get us out of the contract with Sa’rin, then it is time I know everything. To that end, I am in the Comm Center before the end of the diurnal rotation, and I am trying very hard not to growl at my dam.