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

by Grace Goodwin

  I stood and nodded. “I have some... things... tucked away in the drawer near my bed,” I said. “They’re, um, meant to be for fun, but they’re edible.”

  “Jesus. Do you have panties made of candy or something?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Gawwd, no. I have...” I cleared my throat. “I might have some, um, whipped topping and... chocolate sauce.”

  His deep belly laugh startled the hell out of me. “Holy shit,” he said. “I asked for the room with restraints and implements and got the kinky chick, huh?”

  “And this surprises you because...”

  He smiled, reached for my hand, and pulled me to my feet. “It doesn’t surprise me,” he said with a grin. “But I’m not sure if someone like me is going to be able to survive on whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Doesn’t matter for tonight, though. Tonight, maybe what we should do is get some sleep, and when it’s light out we’ll look around to find something to eat. Let’s clear off the bed.”

  He had a good point. I nodded and followed him to the bed, and as I did I was no longer amused or relieved. Now that sleeping in the same bed was imminent, I began to grow worried.

  “Um... Cy?”

  “Yeah?” he asked over his shoulder right before he squatted, lifted a large beam from across the headboard, and with a mighty heave, tossed it to the side, giving us greater access to the bed.

  “I... before the whole disaster thing, you were saying that you... intended on taking what you paid for.”

  He blinked and immediately the heat level rose in the room.

  I swallowed. Now that I’d said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous.

  “Take what I paid for?” he asked. He was no longer smiling as he stepped over to me. “Did you really just ask me that?” He stood directly in front of me now. My bravado failed me, and I looked quickly away.

  “Sitra, you answer me when I ask you a question,” he ordered, his tone sharp enough to garner my attention.

  My heart tripped a crazy beat in my chest and I shoved my legs together, reluctantly turned on by the command. I nodded, barely swallowing the “yes, sir,” I wanted to say.

  “I came here because I wanted a quick fuck, and when I fuck, I like control.”

  Now I was contributing my own heat level to the room, my cheeks flushed. He spoke as if he were discussing something simple and straightforward, like cryogenics or hydroponics, not like he was talking about fucking someone.

  “So I chose a room that would get me that. Madam Nella knew what I liked. But the reason I spanked your ass had nothing to do with wanting the control, or getting off on painting your ass red. I spanked your ass because you are too good for a place like this.” He crossed his arms on his chest, gaze narrowing in as his voice dropped. “And you needed your ass paddled for that. So, taking what’s mine? There’s nothing to take. Got it?”

  I looked away, oddly disappointed, and nodded.

  “Good. Then get your ass in bed before I spank it,” he said, and though there was a bit of a return of the teasing tone he got with me, I hopped onto the bed, eager to obey, ignoring the heat that rose in my chest and flushed my cheeks. He watched me from where he stood.

  Not looking at him, I muttered something about not sleeping in squeaky leather, scooted out of my clothes, and covered myself up under the blanket. He watched in silence until I laid my head on the pillow, then I heard a rustling as he undressed, and a clink as he put down his weapons, before he slid in beside me. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of bare skin and boxers. I closed my eyes, pretending this wasn’t happening.

  I failed miserably. I could feel my nipples hardening against the sheets, and I shoved my thighs together, ignoring the pulse of arousal.

  His warm, solid body pressed up against my back, his hand nestled on my hip.

  “Go to sleep, Sitra,” he ordered.

  Easy for him to say. I closed my eyes, but sleep did not come. “Usually, with the after effects of the nettle, I crash,” I said to him. “But sometimes it wires me, and tonight is one of those nights.”

  “I have some things to say to you about your nettle use, but we’ll talk about that in the morning.”

  With a quick skip of my heart, I was suddenly nervous as hell. “Oh?” I whispered. What exactly did he mean?

  “Yeah. Now go to sleep.”

  “What exactly will your talk entail?” I asked.

  His only response was a swift, sharp slap to my ass. I choked on my breath, and was just about to give him a taste of my righteous indignation when a second smack landed.

  “Cy!”

  “I said to go to sleep, not talk back to me. Now do what I said and go to sleep.”

  Sputtering to myself softly enough to avoid a third whack, I closed my eyes and tried to rest, when his warmth filled the room, his cock pressed up against my ass. The heat lulled me, and I drifted off to a deep, dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Five

  Cy

  I woke the next morning before she did, her soft body pressed up against mine. My cock stiffened as she wiggled her ass against me. I gave her hip a gentle squeeze. “Time to get up.”

  She muttered to herself and didn’t say much at first, but then she rolled over on her side so she was facing me. Snuggling herself against my chest, she murmured under her breath, “I’m starving. Certifiably starving. I’m gonna die if I don’t eat something soon. I’m still an earthling, and we need to be regularly fed and watered.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Well, we have whipped cream and chocolate,” I said.

  “And on your ship you have nothing?” she asked, still not even opening her eyes, her voice thick with sleep.

  “Got plenty on the ship,” I said. “Problem is getting there. It’s easily barricaded with a collapsed building and two freight trucks from what I saw last night.”

  “Aw, shit. Scratch that.”

  We lay in the darkness a moment before she spoke again. “There’s a break room down the hall. I have no idea what they have for food, but I bet we could find something if we could make it there.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “No one else will be needing it.”

  She was quiet for moment. “No one else survived, did they?”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t find anyone.”

  She nodded, and she was quiet, and for a moment I was surprised when a damp splotch hit me on the chest.

  Without a word, I ran my hand down the back of her head, along the thick brown waves, and pulled her closer to me.

  “Last night, I was too strung out on the nettle. I didn’t really process that everyone was gone. Even Madam Nella, for all the bitch she could be, was good to me. So were the other girls. I didn’t know them for long, but still. They didn’t deserve that.”

  I continued to gently massage her hair. “I’ve lost comrades at arms.” She knew I had. One had been her brother.

  She just nodded her head. “Does it get easier?”

  “Well, yes and no. Yes, in the sense that you aren’t as shocked anymore when it happens. No, because you still mourn their loss. You still feel it. And there are times when the grief is crippling.”

  “How do you cope?”

  “Not with nettle, Sitra.”

  She pushed away, and her eyes flashed at me. “Oh, thanks.”

  I’d been maybe too harsh with her, but I wasn’t fucking around with the nettle. She had a problem, and now that she was on my watch she wouldn’t have that problem anymore.

  “I didn’t ask you to judge, Cy. I asked how you coped.” She pushed away from me, but not before I caught a glimpse of something wet on her cheek.

  I’d been too harsh. Pulling her to me, I tried to hold her but she shoved me off.

  “Leave me alone,” she said, swiping at her eyes and smacking my hands away.

  “No. Come here.”

  “I said leave me alone,” she said, turning fully to me now and smacking me with her little fists, trying as hard as she could to push me off but I was too big, too heavy. I e
asily grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands to her sides, as she shook her head, weeping freely. “I don’t want your sympathy. I don’t need your judgment. And when we get out of here, I don’t ever want to see you again.” Her voice rose in pitch as her tears flowed. Stopped from hitting me, she could only bury her head on my chest.

  When I was sure she wouldn’t smack me again, I released her wrists and pulled her close, holding her taut body against mine. I held her until I felt her stiff body soften, and she crumpled up against me.

  “You didn’t come to get me,” she wept. “I waited for you. I looked for you. I had no one, Cy. No one, and then when I lost the house, I didn’t know where to go. We were supposed to have some kind of compensation, but when they found out we weren’t native Sargothians, we lost it. I hate that I’m here and that you found me like this. I want it all to go away. I don’t want to die like this,” she said, and I knew then her barbs and snark the night before had hidden her deeper fears. “I could die like this, alone and unloved, a worthless prostitute.”

  I rolled over, pinning her beneath me and pressing her wrists against the pillow by her head. Her eyes flew open and her tears slowed.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  “You’re not alone, Sitra. I was a dick. I mourned the loss of your brother and parents, but in a different way. I ran. I joined the military command to show that I could save someone, anyone.”

  “You could’ve saved me,” she whispered, pausing for a moment as her eyes heated. “Hell, Cy. You still can.”

  I crushed her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as her body yielded beneath me, asking forgiveness in my kiss, permission with my tongue, nudging her knees apart as I ground myself against her. The heat flared between us, arousal and anger and love. She was not a little girl. She was a full-grown woman now, and I would make that woman mine.

  I pulled my mouth off hers long enough to whisper in her ear. “And I meant what I said. You’ll leave with me. You’ll lose the goddamn nettle. And you’ll do what I say or I’ll whip your pretty ass for you.”

  She gasped, grinding her hips beneath mine. “I wanted to forget everything for a little while. I never could with anyone else. I tried. I tried so hard. Help me forget everything else for a little while, Cy.”

  I laughed as I moved my mouth to her ear and nipped the lobe gently with my teeth. “What the fuck else are we gonna do here?”

  She laughed out loud but her laughter died when my teeth grazed her collarbone. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her breath hitched audibly. “So fucking good,” she murmured.

  I nipped along her collarbone, lapping and sucking at the sweet, creamy skin, making my way down to her full breasts still covered by her skimpy top. With one tug, I ripped it fully off her, weighing her breasts in my hands, teeth grazing one nipple before I pulled it fully in my mouth.

  “Oh, shit,” she moaned.

  “Better than fucking nettle?” I asked, pinching her second nipple with my other hand.

  “I dunno,” she breathed, her head lolling to the side. “I’ve never fucked nettle!”

  I slapped her thigh at her sass but I hid a smirk.

  “Yes. Cy, yes. I want to feel you. Help me feel you. Please help me. I want this so bad.”

  She didn’t need to beg me for long. I lifted her bodily off the bed and laid her over my knee, one hand pinning her in place while I held the other over her backside. “This what you want?” I asked.

  “Yessss,” she moaned.

  The sound of my palm smacking her naked skin resonated in the room. She squirmed and moaned as I spanked her over and over again. With a particularly hard swat she kicked her legs, but a few rapid swats to her thighs helped her get back in line. “Do that again and you don’t come when I’m done with you.”

  Whimpering, she nodded her head, wriggling herself on my lap.

  “Good girl,” I said, rewarding her by pushing her legs apart. “Open up and let me see how you like your punishment.”

  When she obeyed, I swept a finger through her core, pleased to find her soaked for me. “Only bad little girls get turned on when they’re punished. Did I not punish you hard enough?”

  She hesitated a split second before she shook her head from side to side.

  “Ah. Seems I need to use a little more than my hand.” I bent to pick up my belt beside the bed where I’d left it next to my clothes. Fisting the buckle, I folded the belt in two, reared back, and snapped it against her pink ass.

  The breath hissed out of her but she barely flinched.

  The girl wanted this... needed this.

  She wanted to forget? I’d help her.

  I lashed her bare skin with measured, stinging smacks of the belt, not hard enough to welt, but steadily, her skin turning a hot pink before blushing to a deeper red. My cock stiffened with every moan I drew out of her. Harder smacks and softer flicks would bring her where I wanted to take her, and I knew she was beyond the pain when her body went limp over my knee. She didn’t even flinch now when I whipped the leather against her, even harder smacks bringing little more than a low, pleasured moan.

  I put the belt down and ran my hand over her flaming hot skin, and she opened her legs for me. I welcomed the invitation, pumping her core hard and fast, until her back arched.

  “Not yet,” I said, ignoring her whimper as I smacked my hand on her naked ass hard, four rapid swats that took the breath out of her.

  “Soaking wet. God, Sitra,” I swore, pumping my fingers in her as I reached for her clit. Her pelvis rose to meet my hand.

  “Come, Sitra,” I said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Come now. I’ve got you.”

  A wild scream filled the room as her body writhed, her uninhibited pleasure making me groan as I ground against her hot little body. Her moans echoed in my ears, so fucking rewarding, so beautiful.

  “That’s it, girl,” I coaxed, stroking her to completion, holding her body tight against mine as she sought her pleasure. “Take it.”

  Finally she relaxed over my lap and murmured, “God, Cy. I needed that so bad. But I want more.” Her voice was nearly a whine as she wiggled her hips. “I’ve loved you since I was a kid, and today could be our last day.” She rolled over on my lap, and I needed little coaxing as she fumbled for my boxers and pushed them down, freeing my erection.

  “I’ve slept with too many people to count.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Make me forget them. Give me what I want with the only one that ever mattered to me.”

  She rode my hips as I lifted her and tossed her onto the bed, pushing down my boxers and stepping out of them. “Naked. I want you naked and waiting,” I said.

  “You sure about this?” I asked her as I loomed over her.

  “Absolutely.”

  Her solemn gaze gave me pause before I lowered myself to her, took her mouth in mine, and kissed her like I meant it. I knew then that I loved her, that I always had loved her, and something had brought us together tonight; fate, or maybe something more. I didn’t know, but after tonight, I’d do whatever I had to make her mine. I’d take her back with me. We’d get married. She was mine and always would be.

  “I love you, Sitra,” I whispered in her ear as I lowered my cock to her entrance. As I pressed myself into her, filling her, warmth spread between us with every thrust of my hips.

  She grasped my neck and held on, her breath catching and her eyes closed. “And I love you, Cy. Please,” she said softly, and I knew what she wanted, what she needed.

  Not wanting to hurt her, I went gentle at first, but as my climax built, I took her harder.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her gasps urging me to go faster. “Cy!”

  I groaned in her ear as I came, my forehead on hers, our breath and need mingled before she threw her head back and gave into her own ecstasy, holding me as if she never wanted to let me go. Slowly, I came back, easing my way out of her and pulling her up close to me. Her naked skin brushed mine, the intimacy so right, the heat o
f our bodies as one, a certain quietude descending. I held her close to me for a while, until I heard a loud crash.

  “What was that?” Sitra asked. She sat up, but I was already out of bed, pulling on boxers and tossing her the blanket to get covered.

  “Get dressed, and stay here.” I pulled on pants and grabbed my slim, razor-sharp weapons I’d left on her dresser. I pulled on my boots, pausing long enough to point a finger at her and warn her. “I mean it. No heroic anything. I don’t care if you have a garden of personal nettle in your backyard. Do not move.”

  She stared at me with heated, narrow eyes, and I stood to my full height.

  “Sitra,” I warned.

  She sighed. “Fine. Fine! I will stay right here. Okay?”

  I shook my head and pointed at her again. “You don’t, and I’ll blister your ass for you.”

  She blinked, then bit her lip and looked away.

  “And not in the good way!”

  Another forceful sigh and she shook her head. “Okay, fine.”

  A second loud crash followed the first. Were more walls falling? Had another tremor torn the building loose? I tried to get past the small opening that had allowed me to get to her, shoving my way past the rubble, but before I could see anything, a flash of blinding light lit the small entrance, followed by three long, thin bodies clad in black. Just as the slender form in the shadows lifted his weapon, my hand went to mine.

  “Stop!” a voice rang out. I paused, as the larger of the three forms came closer to me. “We are troops from the Central Sargothian Battalion. We’re looking for Sergeant Cy Brak. We come in peace.”

  They weren’t here to attack us. They were here to rescue us.

  I grinned. “Hell, yeah. Get over here and dig me and my girl out of here.”

  My girl. She was my girl now, and always would be.

  Chapter Six

  Sitra

  “Who knew a chance encounter in a brothel and a bomb could bring two people so close together?” I asked Cy. Three weeks later, he’d taken me from Sargotha, and we’d started a new life together. Just the two of us. As a survivor of the Tyrova attack, he’d been given medical leave and a substantial stipend. Reparations had been made to Sargotha for the devastation caused by the attack, and we’d left Sargotha in a state of full repair. Tyrova revealed they had taken some of the Sargothians prisoner, and they were now released.