Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

  The three had been family ever since. Prince Zander must have known they’d be happy to share Eslyn.

  “Go on. Make her scream,” Damon encouraged when he hesitated. He didn’t know what the veck he was doing, but instinct took over. The moment he tasted her, he wanted more. He ran his tongue through her outer lips, traced the inner. He kissed and sucked, nipped until she reached for his horns and squeezed.

  The sensitive organs stiffened under her grasp. He groaned. “Veck. I need to be inside her. Now.”

  “So do I,” Granit growled. It didn’t sound like a challenge—more a statement of fact.

  Out of the three of them, only Damon seemed to have any self-control. “Bring her to the sleep disk,” he directed.

  Granit stood, cradling their lovely female in his arms, and carried her over to the floating oval sleep disk.

  “She’ll take both of you. If an ass-vecking is her punishment, we’ll make it good.”

  Eslyn mewled, but one look at her satisfied Laake she wasn’t afraid—only excited. Her eyes were glazed and violet, long brown hair beautifully mussed.

  “Granit on the bottom.”

  Granit’s scarred face stretched into a smile as he yanked off his clothing and climbed onto the sleep disk. Eslyn stared at his body with wide eyes and Granit’s smile slipped, his hand running over the scars on his leg—the reason he walked with a limp. He had matching scars all along his left side—on his arm and shoulder, on one side of his face.

  “Granit saved us in the invasion,” Laake said. He wanted Eslyn to know those scars were badges of courage.

  She reached out to touch one and Granit flinched. “Does it hurt?” she whispered, running the tip of one finger over the mottled skin. “It does, doesn’t it?”

  Granit nodded, once.

  “From a bomb?”

  “The fire was from a bomb. Laake’s school.” Granit swallowed. “They’re ugly, I know.”

  “No.” She climbed up over him, straddling his lap. She rubbed her sweet spot over his cock with a slow undulation.

  Laake bit a knuckle.

  “They’re beautiful,” she purred. “They show you for the hero you are.”

  Granit’s face contorted with desire and he fisted the base of his cock, guiding it toward her entrance.

  Lids drooping, lips parted like a goddess of sex, Eslyn lifted her hips and dropped down, taking Granit’s large cock with a cry of pleasure.

  Laake squeezed his cock through his pants, then followed Granit’s lead in stripping off his clothing. He pumped some lube into his palm and rubbed it over his cock.

  “Relax and let it out.” Damon stood at the foot of the bed, twisting the anal plug in Eslyn’s ass as she rode Granit’s cock. She must not have loosened her muscles, because he delivered a smack to each of her cheeks. “Open up, little flower. Laake wants to veck this pretty ass of yours.”

  She stopped moving, but Damon smacked her ass again. “Don’t stop rubbing your juicy pussy over Granit’s cock. He’s enjoying it way too much.”

  She moaned and rocked her hips again.

  “That’s it, beautiful.” Damon removed the plug and waggled his brows at Laake. “She’s ready for you. Climb up and ride.”

  He mounted the sleep disk, straddled Granit and Eslyn, and squatted over her, lining his cock up with her back hole. He pushed back the stab of guilt that rose at making her take them both at once. She’d already had three mates—surely she’d done this before. And she hadn’t offered so much as a word of protest.

  He pushed the head of his cock against her anus. She moaned and stopped moving. He applied a little pressure and breached her entrance. “Veck, Eslyn,” he spit out. She was unbelievably tight.

  She made a keening sound as he drove deeper.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Can you take all of me?”

  “She has to.” Damon walked around the side of the sleep disk and squeezed her breast. “This ass-vecking is her punishment, so make it good. Granit, hold her hips still so Laake can give it to her hard.”

  Stars, Damon’s words incited all of them. Eslyn moaned, Granit growled through clenched teeth, and Laake pushed in to the hilt, his eyes rolling back in his head at the incredible sensation.

  He nearly came right then, but watching Damon grab Eslyn by the hair to turn her mouth to his gave him enough distraction to regain control. He pumped in and out of her ass, glorying in each delicious stroke, in the wonderment that this incredible female really belonged to them, even if it was only temporary.

  In and out, harder and faster, he listened to the music of her vocalizations, matching them with his own grunts.

  “Not going to last,” Granit gasped, thrusting up into her pussy like his life depended on it.

  “Me neither.” Laake’s balls tightened, thighs shook.

  “Yes!” Eslyn cried.

  “Veck, I’m coming!” Laake shoved deep and stayed. Cum shot out his shaft, filling her ass.

  Granit bucked beneath them both, frantically driving up into Eslyn until he, too, finished with a shout.

  Eslyn tightened around his cock, her sandwiched body twitching and rolling with her orgasm.

  Laake cursed again and released some more, then eased out. Satisfaction flowed through him. Happiness, joy, even.

  * * *

  Because Eslyn had been used and abused by three males at a time for all of her adult life, she was well aware that one hadn’t yet been satisfied. When Granit eased her off him, she sought out Damon with her gaze.

  He stood beside the sleep disk, cock fisted in his hand.

  “You should have climbed up,” she said, voice still husky. “I would have sucked you off at the same time.”

  Damon’s lips curved upward. “I don’t think Granit would’ve tolerated my balls swinging in his face. But I’m not worried. I’ll take my turn when the time is right.”

  She wiggled her body around and rolled onto her back, head hanging off the sleep disk. “I’ll suck you now.” She opened her mouth.

  “Vecking stars.”

  She liked seeing Damon lose composure, the flush of purple in his face matching the color of his irises. Though she was attracted to all three, it was he who she found herself wanting to please. Perhaps because he seemed harder to win over than the other two.

  This was the first time she could remember being eager to receive a male. Unlike every other time in her life, sex with these males wasn’t a chore. It had been rough, but in all the right ways. She hadn’t had her knees skinned on bare ground, or been knocked around first. There was lubricant besides saliva and partners who paid attention to her responses. Who used endearments when they spoke to her, not curses.

  Damon closed the distance between them and dipped his cock into her mouth. She fit her lips around his girth and hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard.

  On the sleep disk, two sets of hands stroked her body. She whimpered, lust sparking to flames despite her recent release.

  Damon plunged his cock into the back of her throat and she had to work to relax, to swallow it down and let him go as deep as he wanted. “Eslyn, you are so good at this,” he praised. “You’re sucking my cock so well, beautiful. I’m going to make sure you get all the pleasure you need and more.”

  She gave another muffled hum of excitement.

  “Granit, do you want to kiss her pretty pussy?” Damon offered. He was their director of action, but so different from Sankro, who’d been the most dominant of her former mates. Sankro had taken first, then walked away. Never cared about anyone’s pleasure but his own. If he caught one of the other males taking her, he inserted himself into the scene—claiming another orifice or demanding the one he wanted be vacated. Sometimes he fought the other males for using her. They’d lived like wild animals on Zandia.

  Someone shoved her knees apart. She cried out when a tongue dragged through her pussy, hot and wet.

  “You like that, beautiful?” Damon asked.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “When
you like something, you suck harder, understand?”

  She sucked harder.

  Damon groaned and cursed. “Slap her breasts, Laake.”

  “Slap them?” Laake asked doubtfully. “Isn’t her punishment over?”

  “Try it. We’ll know if she likes it by how she—veck!”

  She’d already taken a harder pull, excited by the discussion. Laake slapped. Granit kissed. She sucked.

  Damon plunged in and out. She thought it might have been his fingers that pulled and pinched her nipples between slaps, but she couldn’t be sure. Liquid heat poured through her body.

  Granit inserted a finger or two inside her as he sucked on her most sensitive nubbin. She moaned around Damon’s cock.

  “She vecking loves that. Make her come,” Damon commanded.

  Granit finger-vecked her until she arched off the sleep disk, another orgasm ripping through her. Her muscles squeezed around Granit’s digits. She sucked so hard her jaw muscles ached.

  “Oh, Eslyn,” Damon crowed. “Your sexy mouth sucks so good.” He grasped the sides of her ribs and used her as his veck-hole, plunging in and out. “Yes, veck, yes!” He pulled out, painting her breasts with his rainbow-hued cum.

  “Mmm.” She trailed her fingers through his seed, drawing patterns with it over her skin.

  “Wash tube,” Damon panted when he’d finished.

  Immediately, someone scooped her up—Granit again—and carried her into the washroom, where he propped her on shaky legs in the wash tube.

  Damon pushed Laake in behind her and shut the door. Laake cradled the back of her head as water poured into the tube. He pressed her back against the wall, his youthful muscled body flattening hers. She expected a hard kiss, but instead, he rested his forehead against hers. “Are you all right, sweet female?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Water covered their waists, their chests. She held her breath as the level rose above her head, then reversed direction and drained. A light, citrusy oil sprayed, coating her body.

  “Damon, you asshole!” Laake shouted.

  Damon laughed.

  “What?” She had no idea what had happened.

  “Now I’m going to smell like a female.” Ah. The oil.

  “Nah, you’ll just smell like you’ve been vecking a female, which you have,” Damon replied. Warm air blew across their bodies, drying their skin and hair. The door slid open and Damon stood there, smirking. “My turn.”

  Granit beckoned her to him in the bedchamber. He dressed her in her clothes, like a doll or a small child. Her eyes smarted. After so many hard years roughing it, being taken care of, there in the lap of luxury, was divine. “Go and rest. Laake will get you something to drink.” He gave her ass a light slap.

  But the door buzzed and a hologram of her children, accompanied by a human female hovered above it. Her stomach seized in knots. Here they were—the beings who meant the most to her. Would her new masters let her see them?

  “Laake—my young. May I please—” But before she even finished the question, Granit strode past her and pressed his hand against the panel.

  The door slid open and Alyx and Ren tumbled in, tugging their wailing three-cycle-old sister, Teena, between them.

  “Mama!” the tot wailed, running into her arms.

  As if on cue, Sol fussed in his hovering cradle. Laake went to attend to him.

  “Forgive me.” The pregnant human—Bayla, if she remembered right from when she’d picked up the children that morning—remained in the doorway. “She was fine all morning, but now she seems overtired. Do Zandian young nap? I know you require less sleep than my kind.”

  Eslyn swayed, soothing the weeping child. “Yes, yes, my youngest two still do.”

  “I think she also just missed you. And it’s all so new here. All the young must be overstimulated.”

  Damon strode forward, magnificently taking charge, as always.

  Veck. Would he demand the children leave?

  “It’s all right, Bayla. We’ll take the young now. Thank you.”

  Thank the one true Zandian star.

  Bayla dropped a curtsy. “Just let me know if you want me to come back and get them again later. There are at least thirty beings on the pod who are waiting for their turn to entertain our little guests.” She winked.

  “Thank you.” Damon smiled at the dark-haired young human, whose belly swelled beyond her breasts in front.

  A stab of irrational jealousy ran through her. She had no claim on Damon, but she wanted to call the female back and tell her to stay the veck away from her males.

  The door swished closed. “I’m sorry.” Eslyn split a gaze between Damon and Laake, who’d picked Sol out of his bed.

  Damon touched her back, his warm hand stroking soothingly. “Don’t apologize. We’re probably all due a nap,” he said. “Let’s go into their room.”

  “I don’t nap,” Alyx asserted.

  She stiffened, trying to warn him with a look. He should know better than to protest anything these males told them.

  But Damon only quirked a brow. “No? I’ll make you a deal. If you’re really quiet and let your sisters nap, I’ll take you to see a real battleship when they wake up. What’s your name?”

  “Alyx.”

  “Alyx, how old are you?”

  Alyx looked to her. He didn’t know how old he was—it wasn’t something anyone but she had tracked back on Zandia.

  “He’s six sun cycles. Ren is five, and Teena is three.”

  “Do we have an agreement, Alyx?” Damon opened the door between her chamber and the children’s.

  Her son nodded. Teena snuffled in her shoulder, already half asleep, but Laake hadn’t succeeded in consoling the baby, who only grew more agitated having her within sight and not being in her arms.

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized again as Damon swept them all into the other chamber where her young shared a giant hover disk.

  “Eslyn.” Damon’s voice held the timbre of command and she swung around, holding her breath. “Don’t apologize. The young will get to know us soon enough. And we’ll learn how to better help you with them.”

  Her heart stuttered. Help her? Was he serious? And he’d made it sound like they planned to keep her. And the young.

  It was too good to be true.

  “Who are you?” Ren asked the males as she climbed onto the hover disk and snuggled against Eslyn’s side.

  Laake handed her the fussing baby and she put him to her breast, while soothing Teena to sleep on her lap.

  “They’re Mama’s guards,” Alyx answered sagely. “They’re responsible for protecting her.”

  “That’s right,” Damon said, meeting her eye over the children’s heads. “We’re here to keep you and your mama safe.”

  Her eyes smarted with tears at the kindness he showed in not telling the boy the truth—that she was their prisoner, sentenced to their reconditioning.

  For now, for this moment, she’d believe, along with Alyx, that they were her warriors, keeping her safe from the males she wanted out of her life forever.

  Chapter Three

  “Excuse me, my lord.” Damon stood outside Zander’s meeting room two planet rotations later and cleared his throat. He’d left Granit and Laake in a scene of domestic bliss with their female and her young—the children climbing all over Granit as Eslyn lounged beside Laake on the settee.

  He and the other two males had each had her twice during the night and that morning, leaving all four relaxed and content. But now he had to ensure their bliss went beyond the next few planet rotations. He needed to eliminate the threats to their future.

  “You may enter.”

  He walked in and bowed.

  “Report.”

  He hadn’t been summoned to report, but he wasn’t surprised to have one demanded. Zander had been reluctant to take the role of sovereign to their species at a young age, but he’d done it well.

  “The female has been punished. We find her agreeable.
”

  Zander’s lips twitched, but he was too refined to make a lewd comment. “And now you’re wondering if you can keep her?”

  “That’s not why I’m here, but yes, my lord. We want very much to keep her.”

  “What do you know about her previous mates?”

  He hesitated as the sharp spike that had been prodding his solar plexus from the beginning drove in. “My lord, I know little. I’d hoped to learn more from you on that subject.”

  The prince gave him one of his inscrutable looks. “I see.”

  When Zander didn’t go on, Damon cast his gaze about the room, as if the right words might be projected there, hidden behind one of Princess Lamira’s many potted Earth plants or on the wall above the row of windows. “Have you set a date for their sentencing?”

  “I will question them tomorrow.”

  “And are you inclined—”

  “I’ve made no decisions yet.” Zander used a cutting tone, designed to let Damon know he’d overstepped.

  He bowed, but still dared to ask the question sizzling a hole right through his mind. “My lord, does Eslyn’s future depend on your decision about her mates?”

  “It must,” Zander answered immediately, causing Damon’s heart to plummet five floors. “They are the sires of her young. Or at least one of them is. Do you know which child belongs to which male?”

  His tongue went dry, as if coated with dust. How could it be that he’d spent two planet rotations with Eslyn and didn’t know such a basic, important fact? Because he’d been too busy putting his dick everywhere it fit in that luscious body of hers. “No, my lord. I can ask.”

  Zander swiped two fingers through the air. “I’ll find out tomorrow. You’re dismissed.”

  Veck. The meeting had left him with more worries than he’d had going in. He needed to talk to Granit and Laake because their hours with Eslyn could be numbered.

  He headed back to her chamber, but the chatter of children’s voices coming down the corridor had him slowing his steps, a smile lifting his mouth. It had only been two planet rotations but he’d kill or die for her young. For their young.