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

by Grace Goodwin

  Understanding flooded her mind.

  If one of the men in her dreams had been Siridin, then the other must be—

  “Hello?” She felt stupid as she thought the greeting in her mind.

  “Hi, Keelie. I’m Talar, Siridin’s brother.”

  She came very close to jumping out of bed and running for the airlock.

  “Please don’t,” the voice in her mind chuckled. “It would wake him up and he really needs to sleep.”

  Oh, fuck. He could read her mind. He was in her mind.

  “No, I’m only here when you let me in. You can shut me out if you want to. That’s why I’m having such trouble getting this dumbass next to you to listen to me.”

  She came very close to laughing out loud at the description of his brother. “But... how are you in my mind? You’re...”

  “Dead. It’s okay to say it. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the bond he and I had. It was so close and tight, maybe a part of me lives on in his head. I’ve never heard of this happening before.”

  “But why are you talking to me now?”

  “Keelie, I’ve been talking to you for weeks.”

  “The dreams?”

  “Yes. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, but I knew you were going to be very important to him. So there’s a reason all these things happened to you. He needs you. He blames himself for my death, and it’s stupid. It was just a bad accident, but it happened while he was having fun, and he can’t forgive himself for that.”

  “So what am I supposed to do?”

  There was a long pause. “I honestly don’t know. And it’s possible he could still reject you and refuse to let me in, and I have no control over that.”

  “I, um, have an idea. But I can’t do it if you’re hanging around in my head.”

  She could almost feel a smile. “I’ll leave the two of you alone. But I really hope someday it will be the three of us.”

  “Uh, that’s more than I can cope with right now.”

  “Understood. I’ll see you later.”

  “And no hanging around in his head, either.”

  “Well, shit. Okay. I promise.”

  She felt the presence leave her mind. And then the doubts crept back in. Was this just an elaborate dream? Why would any Anterrin men want her, a human?

  She looked up at the large man gently snoring, his arms still wrapped around her. Dream or not, he’d brought her in here, so she was going to take the next logical step. She reached out to touch the bulge in his pants that never seemed to completely go away. He was as attracted to her as she was to him. Her hand wrapped around it as much as it could from the outside and it stiffened harder. The material was going to split open at this rate. She couldn’t let that happen, so she slid her finger down the front opening. It parted, and his dick sprang free. He had nothing on underneath, and she wondered if all Anterrin men went commando.

  Her fingers brushed the length of his massive member. Nectar slaves like her didn’t often see this part of Anterrin men—only their leering smiles and big tongues as they bent their heads between her legs to lap at the juices produced after her forced orgasms.

  Anterrin women could accept something this size without much trouble. But Keelie was about to be stretched to the limit. She couldn’t even grip it all the way around.

  She managed to turn over without waking him and maneuver herself further down. She bent over his dick, now jutting straight up. She stuck out her tongue to the glistening drop emerging from the top, catching it and lifting it back up to her mouth. It was salty-sweet and not unpleasant at all. She took a deep breath and opened her jaw wide enough to feel the strain, and lowered her mouth around the bulbous head. She could barely get the whole thing inside. She slid her tongue underneath, wondering if Anterrin men had the same sensitive spot as human men.

  They did. His eyes flew open and he sat up with a jerk, pulling himself out of her mouth, but she crawled closer and bent over again and got her lips around the head.

  “Keelie?” His voice was strangled. “What the fuck—” She licked the underside once more and his head fell backwards. “Ah!” His groan was long and loud. His hands reached to her shoulders and gripped her. At first he was pushing her away, and then as she resisted and continued, he pulled her closer, forcing the huge head into her mouth much further than she could have done on her own. She gagged and her hands flew up to push him out. Instead, he grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind her back, holding them both easily in one of his hands. The other hand gathered her hair and held her head tight.

  “If you’re determined to do this, we’ll do it my way.” His voice was strained. “I’ll decide how deep and how fast. If you gag, well, you should have thought about the consequences before you started.”

  Her pussy had never ached this much in her entire life, and she didn’t need anyone to tell her she was dripping wet right now. But she was scared. Her eyes raised up to find him staring at her. She decided to trust him, and nodded.

  “Oh, little one, I hope we both don’t regret this.” He pushed her head down until his cock filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat. She gagged again, and fought him without thinking. He pulled back until just the head was still inside. She was hoping he’d pull all the way off and let her catch her breath.

  He must have read her mind. “Nope. My dick doesn’t come out of your mouth until we’re done, one way or another. You’ll have to learn to cope.” He stopped talking to push her head down again, triggering another round of gagging. He exhaled loudly and pulled her head back.

  “I’m going to train you to take me all the way down. Your throat will have to stretch around me, and it won’t be easy or pleasant for you to learn, but you’ll do it anyway, won’t you?”

  She locked eyes with him again before she nodded. He smiled and pushed her back down, deeper this time. She felt the enormous cock slide a little down her throat, cutting off her breathing, and she panicked, twisting and yelling around the thickness.

  He pulled her back, still keeping the head in her mouth. She sucked air through her nose rapidly and shook her head, pleading with her eyes that she’d had enough.

  He lifted his eyebrows. “You need to get used to not breathing, if you’re going to take it all the way down. I know it’s not comfortable, but I won’t let you suffocate, I promise.” Before she could respond, he pushed her deep again. She tried to calm the panic and trust him. Just when she was about to lose it, he pulled back.

  “Good girl.” He smiled at her and she felt a burst of pleasure at the compliment. But she hoped they were done now. She was tired, and her jaw ached, but it seemed he had other plans.

  He pushed her down and pulled her back, setting up a rhythm she had no choice but to surrender to. It didn’t take more than a few minutes until she heard another strangled groan that needed no translator chip. She desperately hoped he’d pull out before coming. He didn’t. He pushed her head deep and she felt warm fluid gush into her throat. She swallowed. The action set off another loud groan, and more fluid came out. She had no choice but to gulp it all down or choke. Her face was pressed against him with an iron grip and she was running out of air by the time he let go.

  She fell backwards, gasping and coughing. At last she lifted her head to look at him. He was sitting back against the pillows, his eyes closed, his mouth smiling. His hand fisted his cock, and to her astonishment, there was still a stream of cum leaking out and over his hand. His eyes opened and he looked at it, and then at her.

  “Finish.”

  She crawled back to him on shaky hands and knees and bent over his hand to lap at the sticky thick liquid covering it and the head of his cock. She lapped and sucked and licked for long minutes until it stopped flowing and his hand was clean. She fell to her side in exhaustion.

  He pulled her into his lap, holding her against his chest, stroking and petting her in the silence.

  “Thank you,” he said at last. She nodded, too tired to speak. His hand wandere
d down to her stomach. He circled it with his palm. “You have a belly full of my cum now. It wouldn’t be a lot for an Anterrin woman, but I’m sure it’s a lot for you.”

  She realized that yes, she felt very full. She’d never had that experience before. It felt odd.

  “If we’d talked about this before you started, I would have told you that the first time a woman swallows the cum of an Anterrin man, her body often sees it as an intruder, and tries to get rid of it by making her sick. But you were impatient, little one, and so now I want you to do your best to resist it. It’s a point of pride for a woman to accept a man’s cum no matter how awful it makes her feel.”

  Oh, god, now that he mentioned it, she felt a rolling in her stomach that was not at all pleasant.

  “How long does it last?” she asked, trying not to get sick right then.

  “A few hours. Well, for Anterrin women. I’m not sure about human. And the second time, it doesn’t last as long. Each time it gets a little better.”

  She nodded and curled over, feeling worse by the second. He eased her down to his pillow.

  “I’ll be right back.” He left her side for a moment, and when he came back he had a cool wet cloth for her forehead. It felt wonderful.

  She lay without moving for hours, trying not to throw up, even though her body fought her hard. He sat next to her on the floor, wiping her brow and talking softly, telling her stories about his childhood that she only half heard. At one point he excused himself to go to the cockpit, saying it was time to make another jump.

  While he was gone, she felt a persistent nagging in her head. When she realized it was Talar, she opened up to him.

  “Keelie, I’m sorry! I thought you were going to have sex! I would have warned you if I’d realized—”

  “Don’t talk so much.”

  “Sorry.” Incredibly, she felt a soft coolness wipe across her forehead, just as if Siridin had been there, but he wasn’t.

  “Thank you,” she whispered silently. Another wave of nausea swept over her and she breathed tiny little pants until it had eased. “Talar, I’m not sure I can do this.”

  “Siridin was right. It’s not as bad the second time.”

  “Second time? I’ll be damned if I ever want to do this again. Do you realize how unfair this is? You get high from licking us, and we get sick from swallowing you.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “So am I.” She pushed him out of her mind, slamming the mental door shut. When Siridin came back, she managed to push herself to a sitting position. “I want to go back to my room.”

  He looked like he was going to object, but nodded and helped her stand. The walk to her room was the longest of her life and she collapsed onto the cool sheets in relief, curling up again, facing away from Siridin.

  “I’d really like to try to sleep now.”

  “All right. Keelie—”

  “Please.”

  He left the room silently and she fell into an uneasy sleep.

  Chapter Five

  She woke after a while, and the nausea was better. Her frustration and anger were not. She was feeling manipulated by both men—the real one and the ghostly one. She had given Siridin a blowjob, nothing more. In return he gave her something he said she’d get used to in time. Except he’d said he had no intention of letting her stay. And then his brother, who somehow was living in both her and Siridin’s minds, expected her to figure out some way of making him want her enough to keep her around. And what did she get out of this arrangement? A bellyful of nauseating cum.

  Talar knocked on her mental door but she ignored it.

  She lay on her back and looked at the gray ceiling. It mirrored her gray soul. There was nothing joyful left in her life at all. She’d probably be back on Anteros soon, where she’d have to behave much better if she hoped to not be sold off again. And it would be day after day of strange men fondling her, licking her, making her come six times an hour, until the day she went insane and disappeared, like two of the other women in the public house had.

  She was weirdly hungry, so she rolled off the bed and slipped out into the common area. Siridin’s half-closed door and his regular snores made it clear where he was. She padded over to the galley area and opened the doors of the food storage area. It was a mess. It looked like Siridin had tossed the lifeboat food in with his own stores. She poked around for something she recognized. At that moment in time, she would have given several fingers in exchange for something familiar. A bowl of oatmeal. Toast. Bacon.

  She settled for some off-white squares wrapped in paper with no label on them. They reminded her of crackers. A small nibble told her they were tasteless, which was exactly what she needed to finally calm her stomach. She couldn’t believe Anterrin women willingly went through this for their man. Or men. They probably had to do it twice as often, if they had two husbands. And what was all that macho bullshit about keeping it inside to make her man proud? She almost wished she could go throw it up now just to spite him, but the moment had passed.

  She’d finished four or five crackers when a movement out of the side of her eye made her look up. Siridin stood in his cabin doorway, looking from her to the remains on the table and back. “How do you feel?”

  “I’m fine now. How long did it last?”

  “Well, it’s been about eight hours since you...” He trailed off.

  “Since I gave you a blowjob and ended up in the middle of some sort of bizarre bullshit ritual that protected your honor.” She didn’t mean for her words to come out this harsh, but she was tired.

  “Keelie—”

  “Am I right in assuming this is usually an act done by a man with his mate? I sure can’t see doing this casually.”

  “Yes, it’s usually saved for after two brothers take a mate.”

  “Well, since that obviously isn’t going to happen, I suppose it doesn’t matter that I threw it all up a while ago.” It felt wrong to lie to him, but she wanted to wound him. She felt mental fingers trying desperately to tear open a connection to her mind.

  He stiffened, then slumped. “No. I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.”

  “I need a new shirt.”

  He looked puzzled at the change of subject.

  “I’ve been wearing this same shirt since I arrived, and I’d like to change it, please.”

  He nodded and turned back into his room briefly before emerging with another shirt. As she took it from his hands, an electric current ran up her arms. She screeched and dropped the shirt.

  “Keelie? What’s the matter?” He obviously hadn’t felt the surge.

  “I, um, I have no idea.” But then she did. “Did this shirt belong to your brother? To Talar?”

  His cat eyes constricted to tiny slits and his skin darkened so fast she knew she was in trouble.

  “How do you know his name? Have you been snooping?”

  “No, Siridin—”

  “I told you never to ask about him.”

  “Siridin! Talar is here, in my mind! He’d be in your mind too if you’d let him in! We’ve been talking since yesterday and I’ve been dreaming about both of you for weeks, except I didn’t know it was you until yesterday—”

  He lunged forward and grabbed her arm so fast she didn’t have time to move. “Stop!” he roared. “Stop talking about him! He’s dead! I ejected his body into space myself, on the worst day of my entire life!” He tossed her over his shoulder and stomped into his room.

  He dropped her in front of his bed and yanked the shirt up, pulling it over her head but not off her arms, twisting it, and pinning her wrists to the middle of her back.

  “Siridin, please, listen! He’s not dead, not really! If you just let your mind open he’ll talk to you too!” She barely got the last word out before he’d pushed her face down into the bed. One hand pressed on her back, pinning her in place. She barely had time to think before a searing pain lit across her butt. She screamed and thrashed but the big hand had her trapped.

  He le
aned over and spoke quietly in her ear, which frightened her even more. “I told you it would be worse each time. This is a cane, and you’re going to remember this for days.” He stood up and barely a second later, another searing line was painted across both cheeks. She cried and begged him to listen to her, but he was beyond hearing, and the cane came down over and over while she screamed.

  He paused as she sobbed into the sheets. “Now, did my brother talk to you, or not?”

  She knew what he wanted to hear. But she couldn’t lie about it. “Yes, he did!”

  The cane resumed, searing her skin, traveling down the back of her legs while she howled and begged.

  He leaned over again. “Are you ready to apologize for lying?”

  “I’m not lying!” she said through gritted teeth. She braced for more pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, he yanked her to her feet. He untwisted the shirt from her hands, stripping it completely off her body. He propelled her out his cabin door, across the hall to hers, where he flung the door open and shoved her in.

  “Hayden’s Planet is two days from here. There’s an Anterrin embassy there. I’ll leave you nearby, and you can hope they find you before anyone else does. What they do with you after that, I don’t care.”

  The heavy door swung closed and she heard the screech of the lock being pulled.

  “Siridin!” she screamed, but the door stayed shut.

  * * *

  He had two goddamn days to wait until he could get rid of her and he didn’t have a clue what he could do to pass the time. He tried cleaning his bedroom—Talar had been the neat one—but the sheets smelled like Keelie, and in his anger he tossed all his bedding into the airlock and spaced it. And then he threw everything else in his bedroom at the wall before his anger finally calmed. Fortunately, there was very little that could break, and all he did was make more mess.

  He rediscovered the bottle of spirits under his bed, and spent a half-day or so blitzed out of his mind. He dreamed of Talar, of the adventures they hoped to have along with their new mate when they found her. He dreamed Talar was shouting at him, but he couldn’t make out the words, so he stopped listening after a while.