Alien's Captive_A Science Fiction Alien Warrior Romance Collection

by Lisa Lace

  Rasulus

  The most sleep I get now is in three or four-hour naps. Some are taken on my kashak as we ride to make sure my rule in the kingdom is uncontested. Crucis was not a loved or powerful monarch, and I was not the only one who thought he had to go. While my claim to the throne is the strongest by far, I must encourage other people who muttered against his reign to understand.

  They do, for the most part. Even the ones who supported Crucis, his mother’s people, and those who he ennobled and raised up, come around to the idea of a new regime.

  There are allies to reward and see on their way, and many wrongs to set right. My half-brother was a cruel man who had an intense capacity for pettiness and violence, but I have been sheltered from the worst. I must pardon prisoners, move exiles back to their homeland, and return lands unfairly seized.

  The things I do now will echo throughout my reign. I am determined to get everything right.

  Even though Crucis is dead, things are difficult and even dangerous for the first few weeks. I am well-versed in my world’s history, and I suspect it is the same on other planets. A revolution is at its most vulnerable at the beginning. I refuse to give anyone, friend or foe, a chance to use Perri as a bargaining chip.

  She stays in my quarters, and I go painfully long days without seeing her. Once or twice, I sneak away, and we have frenzied, needy sex before I must return to empire-building. I try to tell her these times will not last forever. She smiles and tells me to be careful. Underneath it all, there is something else. She does not seem comforted by my words. I do not have the time to comfort her or to explain everything.

  “Have faith in me, Perri.”

  “I do. I always do.”

  No matter where I am, whether in council with allies that I have won or putting down insurgents who have sprouted up on the borders, she is in the back of my mind.

  Xanthe, the admiral of the Avarii, comments on it when I finally speak with her. She has more than fulfilled our bargain, thoroughly defending the capital against pirates who thought they could move in right after I seized power. In return, I have promised her the fastest ship in the fleet.

  “Whatever happened to the gorgeous little Earth woman who came to deliver a message at the Pearl? Have you grown tired of her already? I haven’t seen her at the palace.”

  “There’s a reason for that, Admiral. Perri’s not from this world. She doesn’t know how treacherous Arietan politics can be, so I am keeping her safe while things settle.”

  Xanthe snorts. “How can you say that after she has seen your brother’s court and was by your side at the beginning? I have a feeling she knows exactly how treacherous we Arietans can be. You have too little faith in her.”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  She laughs at me. The Avarii have always been scornful of those who choose to live on land, but she is friendly. I hope our alliance will be a long and fruitful one.

  “I might know something about what women learn when they live in a world like this one, your majesty. Still, I wouldn’t keep a woman swathed in silk and tucked away. She might decide she doesn’t like it and want to find herself a better situation.”

  She looks away to show she doesn’t mean it, but there’s always an element of truth in what people say, even in jest. I can’t help but think she is right.

  I decide to return to Perri as soon as possible. I miss her, and there are things we need to talk about. Immediately another courtier appears with a problem that needs my attention. I must set a date for my actual coronation. I can’t forget about funeral proceedings for my brother. Crucis may have been a tyrant, but he is still of royal blood.

  It is another week before I can shut the world away long enough to take a breath. It’s time for a break. Everything else will have to wait. As I walk back to my quarters, I feel lighter than I have in years, perhaps more relaxed than I have been since my father died.

  There are many reasons that I have chosen to take my brother’s throne, but the impetus for the final blow was Perri.

  I enter my chambers. The first thing that strikes me is how still it is. I realize with a rising discomfort how long it is has been since I was here.

  How long had Perri been by herself?

  My heart twists, and even as I start to walk through my chambers, I swear to myself that no matter what, I will not be negligent again. Perri deserves better, and after everything we have both been through, I mean to give it to her.

  It takes me a minute to realize she is gone. My heart sinks into my belly, and a tide of fear overtakes me. She was in the heart of the palace, the safest place imaginable.

  I am ready to mobilize the entire world to find her before I see the jewelry laid out on my pillow. When did I stop thinking about it as my mother’s jewelry and as Perri’s jewelry instead?

  It is spread out beautifully, and a small folded note sits at the center. With trembling hands, I open the note and read what Perri has written.

  My love:

  I have to apologize. I came to your world without your knowledge. It is only fitting for me to leave the same way.

  When I met you, you were not what I expected. I was afraid and angry. You saved me, protected me, and loved me. I can tell you, without any pretense or hesitation, I love you as well.

  You called me a queen. You need a queen. I have come to realize I am not the queen you need, and I may never be. I love you so much, and it burns like fire that the best thing, the wisest thing, the cleverest thing, and the only thing I can do is leave so you can find an Arietan woman to rule by your side.

  I’m sorry I was not enough.

  I love you.

  —Perri

  I crush the paper in my hands, cry out in anger, and reluctantly flatten it out again. I can’t read the parts where she believed she was not enough, but I keep rereading again the parts where she says she loves me.

  I might have accepted her leaving if she hadn’t written those words. I might, in confusion and sorrow, allow her to leave. But that she has written down her feelings I know I will never let her go.

  Perri

  After Rasulus’ coup, I walk around the chambers we share a thousand times, perhaps ten thousand times. I listen eagerly for more sounds of battle, or for news of a disaster. Two days later, when my only contact with the outside world has been a servant who brings me food and does not stay to talk, Rasulus returns.

  “Are you all right? What happened to you?”

  He takes me in his arms, kissing me as if I am an oasis in the desert.

  “It is finished. I have won, and you are mine.”

  I turn the lock. The click echoes through the room and gives Rasulus all the invitation he needs to invade my privacy.

  He offers no warning before lunging forward to scoop me up in his arms. I don’t fight him. I don’t protest. My body is vulnerable to him, and his dominance weakens me.

  Rasulus carries me to his bed, dropping me down and practically leaping on top of me. He traps me with his body, his arms strong against mine. I’d laugh at him if I weren’t so aroused by his presence. He thinks he is keeping me from running from him, when in fact his entrance has awakened me, turning my doubts into desire.

  It’s hard for me to breathe as he presses his weight onto me, pushing me into the mattress, his hips tight against mine. His massive cock grinds against me through our clothes, taunting and teasing me. I watch his face, and I can feel myself falling deeper in love with him. He wants to claim me as his own, for me to become his queen and bear his children. In the heat of the moment, I can feel my concerns melting away. He has protected me from every problem until now. Why would he suddenly stop?

  I close my eyes, ready to allow him to ravish me. His hands make quick work of the clothing covering me, and I hear the delicate material rip as he tears it from my body. He pulls my bra from me and throws it aside. His mouth replaces it, tongue flat against the sensitive skin of my breasts. He leans back to soak in the tautness of my n
ipples, the heightened rise and fall of my chest with each ragged breath I take, and the way my long slender fingers glide over the sides of my breasts, pushing them together for his pleasure. He keeps his distance for a moment before consuming them again. I feel the sensation jolt through me when he grazes the tip of my nipple with his teeth. He bites at my tender skin and moans as my body spasms from his touch.

  My breathing is harder now as his hands work down my stomach. His touch is rough, and he firmly moves closer to the valley between my legs. He is forceful and demanding as if reclaiming something that is his. I spread my legs, giving him approval and access.

  His fingers know how to treat me when they arrive, doing what he knows drives me insane, delving into the valleys and sliding up to the top of my clit. And the circles, the slow circles that send electricity through my entire body, the ones that overlap and tighten around me, tying me to him and his cock, the way he destroys my doubts and my barriers. He is aggressive as his fingers dance around my most private areas.

  He lifts himself off me long enough to shed his clothes while his eyes bore into me. He is hungry, and I am his feast. My body trembles and my breathing is ragged until he covers me again, his cock pressing hard against my opening. I silently wish for him to penetrate me, but he doesn’t. He opens me with his large thick bulb but stops and withdraws, causing me to whimper in distress, building the heat that aches deep inside me.

  “Rasulus.” I can hardly speak, but I am thirsty for him. “Why are you stopping?”

  He grunts with desire. It is as difficult for him to hold himself from me as it is for me to be apart from his cock.

  “Each time I leave, I fear you will be gone when I return. How can I know you won’t vanish? That someone will not steal you away? That you will not tire of my absence.”

  I press my hands into his chest until he leans to the side, freeing me from his grasp. My eyes lock onto his, and I lower myself, kissing his chest and stomach, my fingertips gliding along his thighs until they touch his cock. It lurches for me, and I accept it into my mouth, my tongue twirling around him. The mix of his fluids and my juices penetrates me to the core, and I suck him in until his moans fill the chamber. Pulling him out, I take a breath and return for more, this time concentrating on keeping my throat open. I stroke him with my lips and slide him deeper until he is fucking the walls of my throat.

  The noises he creates are nothing I have ever heard before, and it ignites a desire inside me to pleasure him even more. I release him to catch my breath, licking the length of him as my fingertip toys with the ridge on his head, keeping him headed toward climax. When I slide him back in, I suck faster, wanting more, hungry to make him cum, but he pulls himself free and pushes me onto my back.

  He grunts as he climbs on top of me and devours my mouth with his. He lifts his upper body and looks down at me. His eyes are curious, hungry, and searching my face for something.

  “Rasulus. I promise you with every fiber of my being, I am yours.” I look into his eyes to see if he believes me, but I see nothing. “I burn for you from the inside. If I don’t have you, I might burn to death.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Rasulus, I am one with you. I need you.”

  His eyes change at my words. The uncertainty fades and is replaced with desire. “Tell me again.”

  “I need you,” I whisper.

  A smile kisses his lips. “Again,” he growls.

  “I need—”

  He thrusts fully into me, forcing me open and filling me completely. His buttocks tighten, and he freezes as if a winter ice has pinned him in place. I feel my pussy pulsate against him.

  He quivers against me, and it is delicious. I smile when he begins to move inside me, pulling himself free only to fill me again. He rocks patiently as if he is calculating every move, and it only increases my arousal. I kiss him everywhere I can reach; on his mouth, along his neck when he buries his face in my hair, on his shoulders as he pulls my ass off the bed. My kisses grow rougher, my hands pull at him harder, my pelvis pushes against him deeper.

  “Rasulus.” My voice shudders through the syllables of his name.

  He responds with his tongue, thrusting it into my mouth and pinning my hands underneath me. He pushes hard into me, grunting each time he fills me, his voice gravelly and rough. I feel his perspiration as he rubs against me, and I want to drink from him.

  He fucks me with an ever-intensifying rhythm, and my thoughts begin to blur. I can only beg for release, for the delicious orgasm only he can give me. I rock in unison with him until I cannot keep up any longer. He has my butt up off the bed as his groin pounds into mine, his thighs slapping against my buttocks, the sound like a whip cracking into the air over and over again.

  I pant heavily, my arousal peaking and threatening to overpower me and crash down on me. I shut my eyes tightly, allowing my other senses to take over. I feel my insides swell with anticipation, knowing that with a little more pressure and a few more seconds I will explode, flooding me with pain, pleasure, and the ecstasy I crave.

  I cry out as he plunges into me one last time, my body pulsating and quaking as an overbearing wave of sensation seizes me and floods me with intense joy.

  I hear a guttural moan begin deep down in his throat as he holds his cock deep inside me. It pulses within my walls and thrusts a little deeper, a little harder, a little more aggressively. His body shakes and tenses, his fingers digging into the meat of my thighs as his desire fills me.

  When he lets go, it’s a complete release, allowing his body to crash into the bed beside me. I roll toward him, watching his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath he forces in and out of his lungs.

  My fingertips trace the muscles of his arm, and he kisses me tenderly. Contentment and exhaustion overwhelm me, and I feel my eyes drift close.

  “I mean what I say, Rasulus.” I feel my body soften and lift from reality as I settle into the crook of his body. “I am yours. I promise you, from this moment on until my dying hour.”

  “I love you,” he says. I feel his arms tighten around me, and I finally allow myself to relax. When I fall asleep in his arms, I have never felt as safe and happy.

  I wake up the next morning and find my bed cold and empty. My husband is gone again.

  I know it is a sensitive time for him. There are many things he needs to tend to, but two days stretch into three and then four. He comes once when I am asleep. I awaken to his mouth on mine and his hand sliding down my body. It is savage and intense and exactly what I have needed, but he is gone again in the morning, and I feel a new and creeping despair seep into me.

  The next day I decide I can wait no longer. I summon the girls who have dressed me before and ask them to make me presentable. Once I am decently dressed, I walk out into the greater palace, feeling like a rabbit coming out of her burrow.

  I walk as if I know where I am going, and I intend to find my husband. I do not know how to feel when no one questions me. They step aside and bow when I pass. The attention feels strange now, when before I was ignored or abused.

  Before I find Rasulus, I come across a trio of women eating in a small garden off one of the smaller halls. The Arietan beauties are tall and elegant. They are beautifully fitted in gold and gleaming gems. After a few moments, I realize with some shock that they are speaking about me.

  “He is finally king. How long do you think he will keep the Earth woman?”

  “Not long, I should say. Will he simply take over his brother’s harem or start from scratch and build his own?”

  I freeze, the words making my skin both hot and cold. I can feel every insecurity I have ever had rising to whisper to me again. I wrap my arms around myself tightly. I no longer feel like a queen. In truth, I never did. Right now, I feel like a lost little girl again, too strange and odd to fit in, and all alone in the world.

  “I wonder if he’ll take a new queen.”

  “Not from us. He’ll be a proper king, and that means he needs a wife
of noble birth. Perhaps one of the Savi hellions. He’s not like Crucis. He won’t do it for pleasure or passion. He needs a political alliance.”

  The insinuation hurts me worse than anything else that came before. When it comes to passion, I affect Rasulus as much as he affects me. We could set the sky on fire with our kisses and desire. However, there is something brutally truthful in the way the women in the courtyard speak.

  They don’t comment on my beauty or my charms. They only spoke with cold common sense. I came to Arietus to be a bride. I knew I could be a wife for Rasulus. I would defend his heart as if it were my own. I would care for him, love him, and protect him. But I cannot do one thing—I cannot be an Arietan-born queen. The last few weeks have shown that I am unsuited to Arietan politics and the cutthroat nature of the way this alien world runs. I already love the planet, with its wide skies, gorgeous plains and deserts, and the secret moon Rasulus revealed to me. But in the end, I am not of this world.

  Before I fall on my knees in despair, I run away from the women who have crushed my soul. A critical part inside me is broken, but in a strange way, I wonder if I should thank them. When they spoke, they revealed something important. I know Rasulus would never tell me things so clearly. It might have taken months before I learned the truth myself.

  When I return to the chambers we share, I surprise myself by not crying. I know what I need to do. I will not change my mind.

  I pack my things calmly, choosing more sensible clothes than the silks worn in the palace. I can get rations from the kitchen, and the Savi kashak I rode to the capital is still in the stables. If I take the kashak, no one will have to ship him back home.

  I look around the room with a swelling of sorrow inside me, but I sternly forbid myself from giving in to the tears that threaten to spill down my face. If I break down now, if I let Rasulus find me and comfort me, it will stretch out the terrible ordeal.