Defiance

by Beth D. Carter

  “What do humans call this part of a female’s body?” he asked as his fingers slid through the red curls that protected her most intimate part. “The hair down here matches what’s on your head.”

  “It’s called a vagina,” she said breathlessly. “But human men like to call it a pussy.”

  Jordan’s hips bucked as his fingers pushed past her lips to touch her slickness. Her heart pounded with excitement. She couldn’t believe she was naked, in front of this alien, getting ready to let him fuck her.

  “Should I eat your delicious pussy, Jordan? I know David did. I tasted it upon his lips.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned. “Please. Oh please, lick me.”

  With one hand spreading her, Laith’s mouth descended. He licked his way up and down, over and over, until she thought she would go out of her mind. Her juices flowed, and he lapped them up like a cat licking cream. And then he found the spot that cried for attention, the little bundle of nerves, and sucked that into the hot vortex of his mouth. She jumped, cried out, and came immediately. The white-hot fire that roared through her caused her to beg for more even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was begging for.

  “You are so responsive,” Laith murmured, the lower half of his face shining with her cream. “You are beautiful. Feel how much my staff wants to be inside you.”

  He stood and took her hand, placing it right on his naked cock. Sure, growing up as a “boy” she’d seen her fair share of penises, and for the most part a Xyran cock didn’t look any different. Except it was a lot bigger than the ones she’d seen in passing and seemed to have a thicker base. How was that ever supposed to fit inside her?

  She wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to pump. The boys at camp had talked about how much they liked this, and Laith seemed to like it just as much because he threw back his head and groaned. The skin flushed a light rose color, and she could see veins lining the satin-like skin.

  After a moment, he stepped back, his black eyes glittering like jewels. He set her on the edge of his chair and pulled her hips forward. Then he spread her legs wide and knelt between them to kiss her inner thighs, working his way up until he latched onto her pussy. Her body arched in pleasure as his tongue swept into her channel, licking up and down. Just when she thought it couldn’t feel any better, he pushed his middle finger into her. His index finger rubbed over her clit, and her hips instinctively found the rhythm to mimic his hand, pumping in and out. She went up in flames, crying as she convulsed in pleasure.

  “Your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight,” Laith said. “Are you ready to take me deep into your body, Jordan?”

  Jorden gazed up at him, although it took considerable effort. Her second orgasm had her floating on a cloud.

  “I want you to sink down on me,” he said as he picked her up. “That way you can regulate how quickly to take me.”

  Now the implication of what was about to happen had her body tensing up. Laith took over sitting down on the chair, and he had her straddle his lap. He hooked his arms under her knees and held her up over his waiting cock.

  “Take me in hand, Jordan. Guide me into your heat.”

  She did as he instructed, unable to believe this was about to happen. He began to lower her, and the tip slid up against her opening, resting there for a moment, the tip now glistening with a mixture of her and his juices. Jordan felt his cock searching, probing, and she took a deep breath.

  She pushed down as Laith pushed up, and for a moment, pain overshadowed everything. Laith’s harsh breathing filled the silence of the cockpit as he held still, allowing her to adjust to the invasion. As she acclimated to the new sensation of being filled and stretched, Laith’s hand cupped her breast and began to rub the nipple, and she wasn’t sure if she liked both sensations of pain and pleasure combined together. Tears leaked from her eyes.

  “Take a deep breath,” Laith murmured. “It’ll fade.”

  “It hurts,” she gasped.

  “Come, deep breath. Relax your muscles. That’s it, just breathe. The pain will fade.”

  Jordan did as he said, little by little letting her body relax and accept the huge shaft that stretched her. The pain eased somewhat, but she was still a little uncomfortable.

  Slowly, Laith pulled out, only to push back in again.

  “Oh,” she moaned. The discomfort seemed to melt at the startling sensation taking place in her most intimate part. Her eyes flew open, and she saw him staring at her in wonder and in lust. His hand left her breast to grab hold of her hips, rocking her on his massive cock to piston in and out, hitting all the sweet spots inside.

  She felt strange, like she was going to float up to the sky. She hadn’t thought she’d be able to come again like she had when his mouth and fingers had touched her down there, but the more Laith worked his cock in and out of her body the more the coil inside her was wound.

  “I think I’m going to come again,” she said breathlessly.

  “Yes,” he said, moving her hips faster. His balls slapped against her ass, his cock easily sliding in and out from the wetness pouring out of her.

  “Ah!” she cried, and her pussy rippled with another orgasm. Laith growled, and she felt warmth coat her insides as he released inside her, just as something sharp bit into her shoulders. She screamed at the unexpected burst of pain. His hips pumped a few more times before he fell still and collapsed back into the chair. She draped over his body, utterly drained.

  Chapter Nine

  In the aftermath of what he had just shared with Jordan, Laith’s heart seemed to beat with a new rhythm, and he was now uncomfortable about his previous plans for her. Because he knew, without a doubt, he could never follow through with them now. And although it meant letting go of his carefully organized scheme, he realized it didn’t sting as much as he thought it would. All he had to do now was think of a different path, one that didn’t compromise his new values.

  “Why did you bite me?”

  “We bite to mate. It marks you with our scent. You will bite me, too, next time.” He kissed the top of her head. They’d dressed, and she currently sat cuddled on his chest. “Do you know anything about Xyran culture?”

  “Other than what you’ve told me, no,” she murmured. Her head lay on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her lithe body. She touched the gemstone again.

  “Our society is formed through tribes, and our status within the tribe is based on wealth. My father was not born wealthy. In fact, he was born poor with no rank inside social standings. But he was determined to rise above his birth and signed into the military at a young age.”

  “Are you in the military?”

  “I was,” he said. “I’m not anymore, but I’ll address that later. My father used his commission to work his way up the ranks, and with each promotion he earned more wealth. It’s a common practice within Xyran society. And then my father landed on the ship of Commander Kath, and he was able to amass a huge fortune. He worked his way up the chain of command until he was Kath’s lieutenant, but even though he did all the atrocious things that Kath demanded, secretly my father could never really stomach the life of a raider.”

  “What do you raid?”

  “Females, mainly. Many Xyrans, like Kath, gain their wealth through the sex slave markets. We are in conflict with planet Alpha to gain even more spoils of war.”

  She tensed but didn’t say anything, and he knew she had to be thinking about her own abduction at his hands. Regret filled him, but that was an emotion was used to. He lived with regret every hour of every day.

  “And then everything changed when Kath raided a medical convoy and abducted a high ranking woman, one of the stepdaughters of a tribal leader. Usually such women are considered off limits, but Kath was ruthless. My father strongly objected, tried to overthrow Kath, and was imprisoned for mutiny. But he broke free, rescued the woman, and Kath was fined half his wealth. He swore a blood-oath to avenge his honor, which my father ignored when he bonded with the female he r
escued.”

  “Your mother,” she said.

  “Yes,” he murmured. “My mother is unusual. She’s a staunch advocate against sex slaves, and her social position makes her almost untouchable. She recruited my father into her beliefs.”

  “Are they your beliefs?”

  One corner of his mouth curled, but he felt no amusement. “No, but that’s part of the bigger story. It is not unheard of for there to be many half siblings throughout the family tribes, but my father and my mother stayed true to each other and were blessed with several male children and one female, my sister. Her name was Julyah.”

  “Something happened to her, didn’t it? I can hear it in your voice.”

  Laith nodded and felt his gut clench with the memories. It still hurt to think about his beautiful sister. “Xyrans wear gemstones in their chest as battle trophies, and once upon a time I had some. But when I resigned my commission I got rid of them. I thought I’d never have the desire to put gems into my body again until I wanted to honor my sister. This gem was in a necklace she owned.”

  “What happened to Julyah?”

  “Kath found his revenge,” he said softly. Sadly. “You see, my sister was involved in a network that gave secret routes and safehouses to smuggle women from slavery into freedom.”

  “An underground railroad.”

  “I am unfamiliar with that term.”

  “A long time ago on the continent of North America people of color were slaves. There was a similar network to smuggle them to free areas.”

  He nodded. “Yes. Julyah’s involvement was discovered, and in punishment, she was sold into the slavery she found abhorrent. Before we could get her back, Kath sold her. She … fought.”

  Every time he closed his eyes he could still see the blood, her twisted limbs. Her neck at the wrong angle. He was afraid he’d see it for the rest of his life.

  “We were close,” he murmured. “Only a year apart in age. I found her broken body in a slave tent outside the Targin Market. Kath had made his profit, and she was used until she died.”

  “Oh, Laith. I’m so sorry.”

  “My father and mother have been in mourning for a year now, but he is unable to exact revenge because of his position. To publicly decry sex slaves is tantamount to treason. He would be arrested or even assassinated. All my mother’s work has to be done in secret.”

  “But you’re not part of their beliefs?”

  “I always considered them something I had to outrun,” he said. “My parents’ beliefs were a bone of contention between us, considering how I wanted to live my life. I wanted to be glorious in battle, king of my harem, wealthy and powerful. And parents who fought against everything I wanted were just an embarrassment I had to distance myself from.”

  “But you’re not like that,” she said.

  He shook his head. “No, not anymore. Not from the moment I looked down into my sister’s dead eyes and realized what it truly meant to be a sex slave. My sister was raped, again and again, until her body gave out.”

  “That was one of the reasons why my mother hid me as boy.”

  “I went on a downward spiral. I resigned my commission; I left my family. I left my life. And I met a human man named David Ballack. David was helping Julyah, and he came after me. Saved me from myself and put me back together. He’s given up a lot to remain as my slave, and I use that word sarcastically. He is anything but a slave to me. He is my friend, my brother, my savior. In fact, it was he who suggested we do what my parents could not do.”

  “You mean kill Kath,” she surmised.

  “Yes.”

  “Where did I fit into this plan?”

  Laith took a deep breath. “I was never my father’s son. I had sex slaves, but I’m no longer that monster, Jordan. Yet to avenge my sister, I needed to get onto Kath’s ship, and the only people who get close to Kath are his raiders. So I needed to become a raider once more.”

  “You still haven’t gotten to the part I play.”

  “I’m not proud of the part you play.”

  “Rip the bandage off, Laith.”

  “I decided to sell a human female at the Targin Market, where Kath operates, in order to get his attention,” he told her in a monotone voice. “Humans are worth more than Xyrans. We paid a guard at the camp for a female. You were so spirited that David thought if you put on a good fight, Kath would surely notice and invite me on board when I pleaded my desire to join his crew.”

  She sat up and slapped him across the face. “That’s the worst plan I’ve ever heard.”

  “It was a sound plan,” he muttered as he rubbed the reddened skin on his jaw.

  “Handsome, yet delusional,” she said darkly. “There’re too many variables. What if Kath never showed up? What if he didn’t need any more crew? What if he didn’t care about one human girl? What if he knew who you were? Let’s not mention the fact that you stole me.”

  “Yes,” he snorted. “I have never met a more stubborn, troublesome, irritating female in my life. And that includes my mother.”

  “Flattery will get you nowhere. How did David fit into this plan?”

  “He swore a sacred blood-oath to me to help destroy Kath, even though he is not Xyran.” He stared into her eyes and instead of censure saw understanding. It humbled him down deep in his soul. “When I joined the military, I fought with my father. I said some horrible things. I was a bad son, and now, I’m a bad Xyran.”

  “No, you’re not. Does your father know about your path of vengeance?”

  He shook his head. “No. I have not talked to my father since Julyah’s death. But I will contact him now to find a way to get Rell back to her people.”

  “Thank you,” she said. “I know that might be hard to do.”

  He shrugged. “David has been trying to get me to contact him this past year.”

  “Are you two lovers?”

  “In public he is my slave. But privately, I took him as my blood-kin. No one knows, except you.”

  “I don’t know what that means. Is that like being married?”

  “Our relationship is an emotional bond that cannot be broken,” he explained. “We live together, sleep together, fight together, and we care for one another if we’re injured. We are everything to each other, and we want to be everything to you.”

  “But you just met me,” she said. “Or, more accurately, you just abducted me. How can that possibly mean forever?”

  “Our scents are never wrong,” he told her. “If you were Xyran, you would know.”

  “But I’m not Xyran, and outside of sex, are we even compatible? These are intense circumstances, and usually those feelings aren’t real.”

  He took her hand and kissed the back. His tongue licked over her skin, causing her belly to tighten as quivers had her pussy leaking with renewed desire.

  “You think too much with your head,” he murmured. “Think with your instincts.”

  She frowned but didn’t say anything. What could she say? Yes, part of her recognized the primitive reaction she had each and every time Laith or David touched her. But logic told her that trusting her hormones was stupid. She didn’t belong out here in space with two freedom fighters.

  Or did she?

  “I’ve got us on autopilot,” he said. “Why don’t we clean up and then lie down and try to sleep? It will take a day to reach my contact.”

  “Could I have another blanket and pillow? Rell has mine.”

  He shook his head. “You will sleep between David and myself, where a true mate belongs.”

  “I’ve not agreed to becoming your mate,” she reminded him.

  “Yet.”

  Chapter Ten

  David tried turning on his side. White hot fire shot up his side, jolting him awake. He pressed a hand against where the pain was localized and wondered what the hell had happened.

  “You are doing well,” Laith whispered.

  He turned his head and saw that Laith was separated from him by Jordan’s sleeping form
. He studied his Xyran partner carefully and saw a change in him. He leaned over Jordan and smelled her skin.

  “I may not be Xyran, but I can smell you on her,” he said.

  “You were right, David. She is the woman for us. Our mate.”

  “She agreed?”

  “She gave herself to me,” Laith replied softly. “I count that as a yes.”

  “Unless she said it and gave you a definite yes, don’t be fooled by her temporary compliance,” David said, grimacing a little at the lingering pain. “Damn, I’m a little jealous I missed it. I hope you made her first time pleasant.”

  “If you were not wounded I would call you out for that insult,” Laith said darkly.

  “If I wasn’t wounded we’d both be sleeping in post-coital bliss. I must say, she’s quite peaceful when she’s unconscious. I think I like her best like this, between both of us.”

  “She is going to be quite a handful.”

  “Yes, but perfect for our lives. She’s a good fighter, she’s protective, loyal and smart, and I have no doubt that if she’s ever captured she will exasperate her captor to death.” He and Laith shared an amused grin. “How long have I been out?”

  “Not long. As soon as we’re close enough I plan on calling my father.”

  David blinked. What had he missed? “You’re going to contact your father? Out of the blue?”

  “I needed a solution on how to return the child.”

  “Oh. I’d forgotten about her.”

  “I have no other idea on how to get her back to Alpha except to ask my father for help.”

  “He’ll give it.”

  “You sound sure about that.”

  “I am. Julyah always said how your parents missed you.”

  “I’m sure you two are having a terrific conversation,” Jordan murmured sleepily. “I don’t know since you’re speaking gibberish, but if you two don’t shut up and let me sleep some more, I will personally use those gauntlet things and gut you.”