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

by Grace Goodwin

  “May I ask one question, Master?”

  “What is it, my little mate?”

  “While I will call you Master, please tell me your name.”

  He was quiet. Still. I felt his stillness. Had I overstepped? Had he figured out I’d seen him?

  “My name is Master. Your Master.” His voice was hard, filled with rough command that made my pussy clench and my mind whirl at the same time. He wasn’t ready to tell me and I had to accept that. Maybe, if I could convince him that I was totally and completely his, he would feel safe enough to share his truth with me. His trust would be all the more precious once I’d earned it.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Now, mate. Stand as my fingers itch to remove your dress.”

  I stood then and kept my eyes downcast as his hands undid the fastenings of my dress and let it fall to the floor.

  “Mate,” he said. The word was drawn out on a groan as I stood before him.

  “Yes, Master?” I squeaked.

  “Your command was to dress in black and be blindfolded. I did not request... this.”

  I could see his arms lift, as if indicating what still covered my body. He didn’t like the stockings, the scrap of panties?

  “I’m sorry I—”

  He cut me off. “I should punish you for disobeying, but I can’t deny something so lovely. So fucking hot.”

  His fingers took hold of one of my garters, plucked it like a rubber band. The slight sting of satin against my thigh had me gasp, my nipples tighten further.

  “My balls are heavy with cum for you. And this sight? My virgin is also a vixen.”

  I couldn’t help the small smile that played on my lips. He liked it. No, he loved what I wore. With my eyes angled down, I could see the thick bulge of his cock beneath his uniform pants.

  I felt, all at once, wickedly powerful. While he gave all the orders, I was truly in control. I could say my safe word, but there was no need.

  He wanted me as much as I desired him. Perhaps this need would be what would eventually win him over, to prove to him, somehow, that this was more. This was forever and I wanted all of him.

  If I were going to give him all of me, then it had to be even.

  But now? With him all but salivating over me, it wasn’t the time to press the issue.

  I’d forget about seeing more of him and just submit. I’d give myself to him tonight. Tomorrow? Tomorrow I wanted forever. I wanted his name. He would give me his name before he claimed my pussy. He would give me a gift and I would figure out how to give him everything in return.

  “Claiming your ass is to be taken slowly. To prepare you for my cock takes time.” He took a deep breath. “But vixen, I believe you are as eager as me. Ripe. Wet.”

  “Yes, Master,” I readily admitted. I was wet. The scrap of my G-string was ruined. My pussy ached to be filled, but I knew I was to be denied. Perhaps that was why I was eager for his cock. In my ass.

  “But first I need more of your taste.” He tipped my chin up and kissed me again, his hands cupping the sides of my face tilting and turning me exactly the way he wanted. The kiss was tender and fierce, dominant and potent. Everything I ever imagined. Intimate, too. He wasn’t just bringing me pleasure, we were connecting. I felt his need for that bond in his lips, his tongue, the gentle pressure of his fingers. In every hard line of his body as he pressed against me. Clothed to unclothed.

  He broke the kiss after I don’t know how long with a sigh, a brush of our noses. Then he nibbled along my jaw, down my neck, licked along my collarbone, then dropped to his knees.

  I remained still as he kissed my breasts, then took one nipple into his mouth and suckled.

  My hands went to his shoulders of their own volition. Realizing I perhaps shouldn’t have done that, I dropped them.

  “No. You may touch me,” he breathed, his breath fanning over my wet nipple, making it furl even tighter.

  I put my hands back on his hard, broad shoulders. The heat from him radiated through his shirt. It felt good to hold on, especially since he returned to play with my breasts.

  He didn’t linger there, only built up my need for him to a fever, then kissed down my belly. I shifted my hands to his hair when he curled his fingers into the thin strings of my panties and tugged, pulling them down to the floor before licking over my pussy.

  I cried out, gripped the thick, silky locks. It wasn’t overlong, but enough to hold on to. To keep his face right between my thighs and so I wouldn’t fall. Or float away.

  When he flicked my clit so expertly, I went up on my toes.

  “You will take the pleasure I give, little mate.”

  Taking a deep breath, letting it out, I relaxed. And then he took me to the brink and over with just his tongue, his hands cupping my bottom and holding me up.

  When my legs were wobbly and my body soft and very sated, he said, “Turn around and lean over the bed.”

  I glanced down at him, saw him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. I didn’t stare for long, remembering myself—even in my post-orgasm haze—and did as he said, spinning on my heel and bending at the waist, putting my hands on the soft blanket.

  “Stick that ass out. Show me everything.”

  Shifting my feet, I curled my back, thrust my butt out and back. I could only imagine what I looked like. Bent over the bed. Naked besides stockings and garters. My breasts swayed from the shift in position, my hair fell in soft tendrils now over my neck. If Lexi thought I looked sexy all put together, it was nothing compared to this.

  He’d prepared me so well, taking what he had the night before, something familiar, to ease me into this next step. I was ready. I was eager. My pussy was desperate. So was I. The idea of him taking my ass was no longer scary. I wanted it. I wanted him. In me, any way I could get him.

  I wanted more... him.

  A palm slid over my upturned bottom. “Gorgeous. It will look even better pink with my handprints.”

  “You’ll... you’ll spank me?” I asked, staring down at the bed.

  “For punishment, if needed. For pleasure, definitely. Not tonight. Soon.”

  My hips wiggled involuntarily at the thought and I heard his chuckle. “I see you like the idea.” He gave me a swat and I gasped. It wasn’t hard and it didn’t hurt, but I now understood what he meant. The slight sting morphed into heat and spread throughout my body. Made my pussy gush with my arousal.

  “I can see your eagerness from here. Smell it. Fuck, mate. You are my undoing.”

  When I felt his fingers slide over my pussy, I gasped. He groaned.

  “Dripping.”

  I should have been mortified at my response, but I wasn’t. I was wet and eager, ready for my marked mate to fuck me. It was the ultimate symbol of my need for him. I was his and my pussy was telling him without words that I belonged to him.

  My pussy belonged to him. And when he slid one of those drenched fingers up to my back hole and circled it, I knew this taboo spot would soon be his as well.

  I wiggled my hips again and he slipped inside.

  “Oh, god,” I moaned, when a finger breached me there. It was an odd feeling. Tight, strangely deep even though it had to be just a fingertip. And big. I’d only seen the outline of his cock through the sheer blindfold, but I knew it was much bigger than this.

  He retreated and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

  “No rush, little mate. I’ll take all the time you need to be ready.”

  I felt the cold drizzle of what I assumed was lube down the seam of my bottom. Where had that come from? Pocket? He hadn’t moved from my side so it couldn’t have been tucked in a drawer or something so—

  “Oh, my god,” I said again, my random wonderings forgotten.

  This time, when he slipped a finger in, he reached beneath me and stroked my clit at the same time. Sensitive from the orgasm and the workings of his tongue, I responded. And, wow, it was different. Nerve endings I didn’t know I had came to life. Sizzled
.

  When he carefully fucked my ass with just the tip of his finger, I came. I screamed, the intensity of it had my arms collapsing. I fell onto my forearms, which made his finger pop out.

  I tingled there, clenched, wishing he was back inside. Sweat bloomed on my skin and I couldn’t catch my breath.

  He leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back. But there was no shirt, only bare, hot skin. He’d stripped and I felt the hot press of his cock against my pussy, felt it slip through my juices, the slick lube.

  “I knew you’d like it. Ready for me to claim you now?”

  I nodded, my forehead pressing into the soft mattress.

  “Good little mate. More lube. More fingers first. Then I’ll get my cock in there. Claim you. Fill you with my seed.”

  I nodded again and he shifted slightly so he could do as he’d said. A finger slipped into me, deeper this time. It was coated in lube. My mind was too muddled to figure out the logistics, but I knew I wasn’t even supposed to think. My job was to feel, to submit in every way. I was doing it. I had no choice.

  And yet I could say butterfly. But I wouldn’t. I wanted this. I wanted him.

  So when he’d worked two fingers, then three into my virgin ass, coating me liberally inside and out with the slick lubricant, scissoring them to open me up in preparation for his cock, I gripped the blankets, breathed through it. Gave over to it.

  He didn’t touch my clit again, which only made me needier. I knew what it felt like to come with something in my ass and I knew he wouldn’t give it to me again until he was deep inside.

  His fingers slipped free and I felt the insistent press of his cock. Hard, yet warm and slick. The prod was insistent, yet the way he crooned praise, commands, and promises in my ear, I relaxed. Relented.

  Allowed him entrance. He slipped in with a silent pop and I gasped. He was so much bigger than I ever imagined. Thick.

  “There, little mate. I’m in. This ass is mine. Now let me claim it.”

  He moved then, slowly worked himself all the way in. Patiently. Reverently. When his hips pressed against my bottom, I knew I’d taken all of him. I was so full and he was so deep.

  Reaching around, he flicked my clit with his finger and pulled back, slid in. Began to fuck me.

  “So tight. So perfect. This ass is mine. You’re mine.”

  He came with a harsh growl, only when he pushed me over the edge and I clenched and squeezed around his cock, trying to pull it in even deeper.

  Exhausted, weary, sore, I felt his seed coat my inner walls, knew I was claimed. As he said, I was his.

  Yet was he mine?

  Chapter Five

  Zee

  I stood around the perimeter of the chamber and watched the brides mingle with their warriors. Guardians of our most precious treasure. Not all were blessed, as I was, with a marked mate. Most, in fact, would need to woo their bride with kind words and wicked tongues used generously on the new bride’s sweet, wet heat. As I’d done with my mate.

  Even now, Helen’s taste was branded into my mind. I could not tear my gaze from her. She wore a dark red gown today, the reflective material clinging to the curve of hips and breasts in blatant invitation.

  Gods, she was beautiful. Mine. Yet not. She allowed my touch, but did not know who I really was. My hideous face. My scars. Even now, I feared one look at me would send her screaming in horror. Disgusted. Her rejection would be a blow I could not survive with my soul intact.

  Helen was a miracle. Literally. A one in a hundred chance. And to have her volunteer and come from a planet on the other side of the galaxy? No, it was one in a million. Billion, even. An incredible blessing. A blessing I did not deserve, but could not find the strength to give up.

  Beside me, Quinn watched with his arms crossed and an arched brow. “What is Bryn doing with that female? He’s going to lose her if he doesn’t stop acting like an ass.”

  Bryn was an Elite Hunter, as we were, and his marked mate was a human female, a woman from Earth named Katie who, even now, glared at him as if he were evil incarnate.

  “I don’t know what is in his heart.”

  But I could guess. I’d seen the contingent from the Everian senate arrive two days ago. They never appeared outside the capital unless the circumstances were dire. And Bryn was one of our best.

  “And what of your mate?” Quinn asked.

  “Her second virginity is mine,” I growled, remembering the tight fit of that virgin hole, the way I’d coaxed her body open, the way she’d come alive with the dark pleasure of the claiming. She’d submitted beautifully. Gasped in the surprise delight of the act and it had been my undoing. No, she was my undoing. Gods, I was going insane.

  “And?” He looked genuinely confused. “What are you doing sulking over here with me while Hunters swarm her like an unclaimed prize?”

  I shook my head. “She is too beautiful. She will not survive the sight of me.”

  Quinn’s golden eyes rounded in shock. “Are you fucking kidding me? You made her wear a blindfold? Again?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, Bryn’s not the only idiot around here about to lose his mate.” Quinn’s voice was cold as ice and I felt the sting of his words.

  “What are you talking about?” I watched each Hunter as he approached my mate. She was polite. Her smile was calm, poised, and completely uninterested. She knew she was mine. I just had to get her to fall in love with me before I revealed the truth. “She’s mine.”

  He laughed. “Does she know that?”

  “Her virgin ass does.” I was smug, but not for long, as a young Hunter named Weston bowed low over her hand and smiled, making her cheeks turn an enticing shade of pink. I’d seen that color on her flushed skin last night as I’d fucked her, when she’d come, her walls clenching and milking the cum from my balls. I’d filled her ass and made her mine. Mine!

  I did not like seeing that color on her face in response to another male. My hands curled into fists, wanting to stalk over and punch Weston in the fucking face. But this was my doing. My torture.

  The silence stretched and I watched her extract her hand from the young Hunter’s with a shy smile. Beside me, Quinn grunted and hit me in the shoulder. “You better pull your stubborn head out of your ass, Zee, before you lose her.”

  “I am a monster,” I insisted.

  “If she’s your marked mate, she won’t care.” He walked away, and I let him go, my complete attention on the beautiful young woman who had conquered me, who owned me, and didn’t even know my name.

  * * *

  Helen

  He was watching me. Staring. He’d been staring since I entered the room. Zee. My mate. My beautiful, scarred warrior.

  Just knowing his eyes were on me made my pussy wet, my nipples pebble into hard peaks under my dress.

  The young Hunter who kissed the back of my hand, a handsome younger Hunter named Weston, would think the flush on my cheeks was due to his attention.

  The opposite was true.

  Zee’s presence was burning through me like an internal blowtorch, and I had no way to push him into revealing the truth.

  I watched, from the corner of my eye, as he spoke to his friend, a golden Hunter named Quinn. With his long hair and amber eyes, Quinn looked almost like a lion next to my dark-haired warrior. Quinn was perfect. Beautiful. Boring. He did not make my pulse race or my body heat. His gaze did not make my skin burn or my heart flutter in anticipation.

  Only Zee made me want.

  I caught Katie’s eye as she held court, torturing the Hunter named Bryn by flirting with every available male in the room. Lexi was nowhere to be seen, no doubt off with her lucky new mate, Von. And Dani? Poor Dani. She sat in a corner with a book, ignoring everything and everyone around her as if she were a marble statue, or a being not of this world. Her pain was a palpable thing, and I often caught Katie darting worried glances her direction as well.

  I’d had enough.

  Pulling my hand from Weston’s, I ro
se and excused myself, determined to track down Zee’s friend, Quinn. I’d seen him leave the room down a side hallway and I followed. He would help me. He had to.

  My pace was quick, nearly running, by the time I caught up to him several long hallways away from the main gathering room. “Quinn? May I speak with you?” I sounded breathless, but I was a photographer, not an aerobics instructor.

  Quinn, the lion, turned and bowed low. “My lady?”

  I sensed he was surprised by my presence, but did not let it show.

  My hands twisted in front of me, but I couldn’t lose courage now. “Why won’t Zee tell me who he is?” I blurted.

  Quinn’s eyebrows rose in shock. “You know his identity?”

  “Of course. I’m a woman. I’m not stupid.”

  He straightened to his full height and looked down his nose at me as if he were a prince and I, a peasant. “Perhaps you are, indeed, stupid if you do not know the answer to the question.”

  My gut churned and I flushed hotly. I had no idea. “I don’t. Please. Just tell me. Does he not want a mate? Did he want a blonde, instead? A redhead? What? Why does he come to me every night, and refuse to tell me who he is?”

  “My apologies for the disrespectful tone. You truly don’t know?” He looked stunned.

  I shook my head, blinked back tears. “No. You have to help me. Please.” I wasn’t above begging. Not if it would get me what I wanted. Zee. Mine. Forever.

  “His scars.”

  “What about them?” I asked, frowning.

  “What—” Quinn took a step back, his mouth half formed around his next word. “He fears his appearance will frighten you, cause you to reject his claim.”

  My turn to cross my arms and glare. “That’s ridiculous.”

  His eyes widened. “You truly don’t care about them? They don’t repulse you?”

  Holy shit. This was the problem? Zee thought I’d reject him because of some stupid scars?

  “I’m in love with him,” I shouted, angry now for no good reason. “Of course, I don’t care about some stupid scars.” Men. He was rejecting me. Leaving me in the dark. Torturing both of us. All because of some stupid scars?