Venomous: Erotic Science Fiction Romance (Alien Warrior Book 1)

by Penelope Fletcher

  “Babe, your cock is like stone.” She sounded delighted by his engorged flesh. “It scared me before, but I confess, it’s looking mighty fine right now.”

  He used the grip on her neck to lift her face to his. “What do you call it?”

  Going up on her toes, she pressed her mouth to his ear. “Cock.” She squeezed his stem through the textile at his groin then ran her knuckles up and down the solid length. “This is your cock, babe. That’s what we call it.”

  Shocked, aroused, by how sensual and illicit she made the alien word sound, his chest heaved.

  Sensation skittered over his spine and blazed the nerves in the backs of his thighs.

  His laden sacs drew up tight, and he released a staggered grunt when she tugged on him demandingly.

  A slow smile curved her lips. “You like how it sounds?”

  “Yesss. And lovemake.”

  “Lovemaking?” She chuckled in his ear. “You know the words I prefer.”

  He swallowed.

  “What do I say, Venomous?”

  Dazed, he ran a hand down her back.

  Quietly murmured, “Fuck,” into the soft spirals of her hair as he buried his face in it.

  “I didn’t hear you.”

  He jolted at the forceful demand in her voice, and a tremor ran through his body.

  More blood rushed to his stem as he repeated, “Fuck. Fucking.” He knew this because she’d said them before.

  At the time he’d been bemused why she used the words with relish, but now....

  Close again, her tongue flicked at his neck in reward. “Very good.”

  “These words are crude.”

  “Filthy,” she breathed. “But I like it.”

  Teeth sank into his ear then she sucked the gold studding his lobe into her mouth.

  Feeling crazed, he cupped the heavy globes of her breasts then squeezed.

  Pressure felt good to his own needy flesh, and he felt compelled to tend to them.

  She arched into his touch with a cry, rocked harder against him.

  Another wave of musky arousal slammed into his senses and sent him reeling.

  Great Serpent, the taste of her need....

  Venomous was aware of his own body in an unknown, unexplored way.

  The urge to touch and be touched clawed at his gut.

  He never knew desire would be so visceral, and wondered if all Rä’Vek battled such ferocious passion.

  Venomous took her to the floor by the divan.

  She rucked her softsuit to her hips, and he ripped open the seam of his hardsuit.

  Gripping his shaft, he aligned the bulbous head against her slick core.

  The wetness made his fangs drip, and he bared them with a hiss. “You are readied?”

  She writhed beneath him. “Yes. Now, babe. Now!”

  The blunt tip wedged inside her.

  “My Lumen!”

  “I saw this,” she whispered. “I imagined this. You pushing inside. Fucking me. Hard.”

  Her words drove him mad. “Don’t. Say. Such. Things.” He punctuated each word with a shallow thrust of his hips. She was hot and tight and enveloped his stem with a silken grip. “I try to keep from hurting you.”

  “You won’t. Harder.”

  “Lumen!” Two arms straight either side of her head, he used the others to grasp her bucking hips as she tried to impale herself. He groaned when their flesh pressed, rubbed. “My Lumen.”

  The haze crackled, and Venomous’ head jerked up with a feral growl.

  Scowling, lost in thought, Fiercely Comes the Night strode in with his mouth open to speak.

  Until he caught sight of them.

  The male slammed to a halt then bounded back a step.

  Scrubbing a hand over his mouth, he took in the scene with his brille threatening to unveil.

  Venomous thanked the powers that be his mate had fallen so deeply astray in pleasure, she paid no heed to her surroundings.

  He didn’t want to stop; she fused her supple body to his so sweetly.

  He shook himself and forced himself to think.

  Why has he returned so soon?

  Fiercely Comes the Night was Lumen’s second mate, nothing he did would change that.

  Truth, there was no need to deny Fiercely access to their quarters.

  There would come a time when Lumen would accept him into her hot wet.

  Venomous would never leave them alone, regardless of what the other male wanted.

  It would not be fair to expect Fiercely to act differently.

  Spearing his nest mate with a look warning him back, a chin jerk to order him from sight, he lowered his head then drew her nubbin into his mouth.

  Shivering, she whimpered.

  He bit.

  Screams of ecstasy raked his eardrums.

  Lumen thrashed and called his name, grinding her hips.

  Her face creased as if tormented, and he watched the light caress her graceful jaw, catch upon the droplets of water beading her slim throat.

  Expression suffused with bliss, the defiant jut of her pointed chin softened.

  Her eyes flickered open.

  They were so clear, he felt as if she saw past his flesh to the core of his anima.

  Her brown skin glowed, her adumbral hues radiant, healthier after drinking more sweet water in a sitting than he needed a cycle.

  Each span in her company more of her intelligent, inquisitive nature reached past the cultural divide between them.

  To him, her beauty became incomparable.

  Longings secret and deep roused within.

  Dormant drives to conquer and possess, to dominate, roared to the fore.

  Expression cruel in its ardour, Venomous crouched over his mate to whisper in halting, guttural bursts. “Where is my cock, female?” He gasped. He needed her coarse words like he needed air. “Where?”

  Her back arched. “In me.”

  “In where?”

  She pumped her hips when he slowed the thrusting, grinding movement she loved best. Her eyes slid open. “You want to learn my crude words?” The mischievous tease in her voice lowered to sultry. Provoking. “Do you want to know where you are fucking me?”

  Gut burning with lust, his breath escaped in him a rush.

  Though near crazed with the urge to ram inside her hard without end, the pendulum swing of his hips ceased.

  The rigidly defined muscles in his back bunched, and the cords in his neck popped.

  Lumen rose to press her torso to his, stiff nipples rasping and prodding his scales in waves of bliss. “Don’t stop.”

  Fangs bared, he gnashed his teeth as more of her wet warmth slicked his groin.

  Soft, fragrant hair brushed under his chin.

  Her juices perfumed the air with rich pheromones that made him want to howl and rut like the goodbeast.

  “Tell me,” he grated tormented by his need. “Tell me everything.”

  “Fuck my pussy.”

  Stunned, he grunted then surged.

  The chaotic slap, slap, slap as their bodies collided shocked him, its blatant rhythm exciting.

  Stabbing thrusts of his cock into her sheathe were brutal and fast.

  Knees spreading to widen her thighs, he hooked her leg over his arm then sank deeper.

  He pushed harder, quickened, shared her pants for air.

  Never would he have thought to take his mate with such strength, as rough and fast as physically capable.

  The plunge of his hips increased until he slammed into her with tooth-jarring force, each connection wrenching a sharp cry or feral grunt.

  Lumen slapped his shoulders with both palms, sucked up a chain of wild gasps. “I’m coming.”

  He didn’t understand. Couldn’t think. “Where were you?”

  “Right fucking here.”

  Snug heat strangled his shaft in a noose.

  It robbed him of thought, of life’s breath, and as his mind froze in a whiteout, he met a sublime end.

  Ve
nomous flung back his head then roared as the pressure burst from the tip of his cock.

  Release blasted though his limbs, and the spurts of seed bathing her deep inside ignited a pleasure so fiery and deep, he feared he’d be forever lost.

  Marked, he thought as his rutting died.

  Trembling, Fiercely Comes the Night backed out of the enclosure, shaking his head.

  He passed though the haze as if he’d never come.

  Noticing his departure, Venomous’ brille narrowed.

  Does he think our lust perverted?

  If the other male could not accept their mate and her offworlder ways, he would not be allowed any of the joy of her.

  Lumen lay sprawled beneath him.

  Hands stretched above her head, she looked sated and sleepy-eyed, so he found it beautiful when the sultry gaze melted, and a shy fingertip pressed to his bottom lip.

  “So?” she murmured. “What did we learn?”

  “Enough to know this is how it will always be between us.”

  “Mmm.” She touched her cheek to his. “I liked that, babe.”

  He rumbled an agreement, tongue still flickering to capture the aftermath of their frantic ... fucking.

  Stiffening, Lumen sniggered.

  Chortled.

  Her nasal giggles turned into outright laughter.

  She buried her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder then screamed with hilarity.

  Her small fists beat against his chest.

  Venomous couldn’t help but smile.

  He was inside her and her laughter caused attention-grabbing sensations. “Why do you laugh?”

  She thrilled him, and he wanted to know her mind as well as he did his own.

  He squeezed her in a hug. “Tell me.”

  “It’s just....” Her body shook with fine tremors. Her lips wobbled as she struggled to keep a straight face. “It’s just I’ve travelled untold light-years to another galaxy. Mated a warrior alien and have been invited to make a home with his kindred. I’ve seen wondrous sights people on my planet would kill for. Experienced things others would sacrifice wealth for. You’ve placed untold knowledge at my fingertips, so much, it boggles the mind. You’ve taught me more about myself in one week, pardon me, cycle, than I knew in twenty-five solars. You’ve shown me how to survive, and be confident in who and what I am. And what do I do in return?”

  Venomous lowered his chin then nudged her to continue.

  “I teach you to fuck nasty.” She studied him with solemn deliberation. “I am the worst Earth representative ever.”

  She rolled him onto his back then straddled his waist.

  Her moist sex collided with his.

  His brow scales lifted, and he eked a strangled noise.

  “Calm down,” she said. “I won’t mount you just yet.”

  “Mount me,” he echoed intimidated, aroused, and eager to merge their bodies once more.

  The image of her taking him inside the hot wet, riding him with breasts bouncing as she rocked and rocked....

  He growled and grew hard.

  “Before we sleep I wanted to talk,” she licked her lips, “about Fiercely.”

  Venomous curled his abdominals to sit up, adjusted Lumen on his lap. “I am glad you brought him up.”

  “I don’t want you to worry,” she said in a rush. “I won’t cheat on you, babe. Not ever.”

  “Cheat me.” His lower arms gripped her hips. “How could you deceive me with Fiercely? Is it a game?” He sniffed. “Why have you not played it with me?”

  “I mean, I won’t betray you.”

  Venomous scratched his chest with an upper hand, mouth turning down as his hold on her hips tightened. “Lumen–”

  “I won’t sleep with him.”

  “It is unusual for a male not to nest with his Rä’Na.” He paused thoughtfully. “It has been done in the past when there were irreconcilable differences. You have not tried to make peace with him in our lair, though, my Lumen. It is unfair to send him from our nest when he has not been given an opportunity to court you, and win your affections, I think.”

  Her lips parted, and her eyes widened. “You’re talking as if this is a forgone conclusion, as if I want him to be my mate.”

  “Do we not speak of sleeping arrangements?”

  “We’re talking about me fucking Fiercely.”

  “Are we?” He clicked his teeth. “Dearest, sleeping and fucking are two very different activities.”

  She slapped his shoulder. “Listen to what I’m saying.”

  “You are speaking and I am listening.” Venomous studied her trying to understand what went on in her head. His tongue flickered, but her scent was chaotic with too many scent markers. “Do you claim you have no sexual interest in him? You do want him, I think. I taste lust when you hear or speak his name. It is strongest when you and he quarrel.”

  “That’s besides the point,” she replied in a strained voice. “It’s about being loyal, and I am.” She patted his chest. “You’re my guy.”

  “So is he.”

  “No, he’s not. How can you say that?”

  “He matured for you.”

  “I feel like a bitch to say it, but I can’t handle him. I’m just about managing this relationship with you. I told you this on the slave planet. It’s you for me, and me for you. That is it. No lesser mates. Just us.”

  “He is not your lesser male, but your second mate.” Venomous ran a claw tip down the bridge of her nose. He was fascinated by its shape. “You say this because you are angry with him.”

  “So what if I am? That doesn’t change what I say or feel.”

  “Forgive his harshness. He was surprised by your reaction to his maturing. He expected you to act differently. Finding a life mate is a joyous event for Rä.” Venomous sighed. “Fiercely Comes the Night is Rä’Vek now. Your Rä’Vek.”

  “This is like a replay of what happened before. Only weirder, which if you’d asked me eight days ... rotations ago that my life would get stranger after how we met, I’d’ve said you were bloody bonkers.” She exhaled. “Venom, are you saying in your culture no matter how many males a female might, uh, mature she’s expected to mate with them? Forever?”

  “Yesss, as a life mate. My life giver has such a bonding. I know there can be peace in the lair between nest mates and their Rä’Na.” Venomous stroked her hair. “Do not worry. I accept your second.”

  Lumen swallowed then closed her eyes. “Can we go to the nest, and can you hold me without talking?”

  “As you wish.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  One moment, I stared into Venomous’ black eyes as I clung to him, fully expecting a calamity to befall us, knowing his arms was the safest place to be then the next moment it was lights out.

  I woke to him licking my lips, and the mouth-watering aroma of hot food.

  My belly responded to the appetising smell with a ferocious growl.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I’d sleepily kissed him then spread my legs to take him inside.

  He’d covered me with his hard body then sexed me awake.

  Later, lying on my back, top and tail with my warrior, I sifted through the gold covering the furs.

  Venomous had been busy as I slept.

  The Rä onboard had been visiting our quarters to thank me for liberating them from the Dei San.

  He’d been accepting gifts of the precious ore for spans as I slept.

  I wiggled my toes against his chest, wanting his attention.

  Dark eyes locked on mine.

  His full lips tipped up at the corners, and the lower arm wrapped around my hips squeezed, encouraging me to talk.

  My heart fluttered.

  It hurt how sexy I found him.

  I hadn’t decided if I was perverted for desiring a male of another species, or bodacious in my radical free thought. “Can I ask you something without you being a smartass?”

  Ditching the translators for whatever they’d done to my brain t
o make me read, speak and understand Räni, I’d learnt he had a wicked sense of humour.

  Dark and twisty in a way that made me secretly thrilled even as I berated him for being dark and twisty.

  Mortifyingly, I realised when we met he hadn’t been baring his fangs in threat.

  He’d smiled and joked to lessen my fear.

  I now knew Venomous One motivated into a full threat display stopped the heart and was a precursor to evisceration.

  He jerked his chin. “Ask.”

  “So we get to Rök. Then what?”

  “We live.”

  “Aren’t we being generous with our words?”

  And with the communication upgrade, he’d begun to grasp sarcasm at startling speed.

  His growled warning skittered over my flesh. “Lumen....”

  “What will I do? Back on Earth I had a job.” I pushed up on my elbows then looked down my sprawled body.

  My specially made softsuit gathered at my waist from our earlier coupling leaving me half unclothed.

  I forced myself not to be distracted by his equally undressed state, his long body corded with muscle, and covered in iridescent scales the colour of aged gold that was all mine to pet, and lick and....

  Woman may not thrive on orgasms alone.

  Focus.

  I eyed him askance to minimise the arousal effect. “You’re not expecting me to push out, uh, offspring all the time now that you know I can?”

  Venomous had had angry words with Fiercely and Nāga about what went down when we were apart.

  With Fiercely, his ire centred around him drugging then separating us, and he’d warned the male against trying it again, something along the lines of, “Do it again, and I end you.”

  Expressionless when Nāga advised conception between us was viable, he’d cuttingly responded with, “She would not have made me male if it was not,” in a tone that said he believed the healer short of brain cells for thinking otherwise.

  He only eased his hostility towards the subject once I assured him I didn’t feel as if I’d been experimented on.

  I understood the practical reasons behind what they had done.

  “Venomous?” My nervous pause cranked the tension when he didn’t answer. “Are you?

  Another smirk. “No.”

  I blew him a kiss. “Good.” I flopped back. “So when you’re off being hot warrior guy what will I be doing?”