Mastered: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance (Vakarran Captives)

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by Sara Fields


  “Wait. Don’t do that,” he pleaded.

  I felt a little bad for him. Young guy, sent off on an assignment on a planet he isn’t familiar with. I shivered and shook my head. He didn’t deserve my sympathy. His kind was evil. Had taken everything from us the day they had arrived and conquered our planet. Had forced us to have their babies just because their species was inadequate.

  He deserved death.

  I hesitated, unsure for a long moment. Could I do it? Could I kill him?

  Suddenly, everything fell into place. I had accepted what I had to do. My heart stopped pounding like a drum in my ears and I adjusted my aim once more. He was going to die today. I felt it in my gut. I took my forefinger and curled it around the trigger, pulling it toward me when Davon began to grin like a village idiot.

  What the hell? Why would he be smiling?

  Suddenly, I could feel the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of my skull.

  Fuck…

  Chapter Three

  Alaina

  “Put the gun down, human. I’ll blow your head off faster than you can shoot. Throw it on the ground. Now,” a male voice sounded behind me.

  I shivered. My heart stopped and dropped fifty thousand feet, straight to my toes. I couldn’t breathe but I obeyed. I had no choice with a gun pressed to the back of my scalp. I lowered my weapon and threw it to the ground with a choking sob.

  The gun didn’t move. The steel bit into my skin.

  Footsteps echoed behind me and I couldn’t do anything as two additional Vakarrans walked into my view. They tore the rope from my belt and tossed an end down to Davon.

  “How’d you get captured by a measly human, you idiot?” one of them grumbled.

  Davon didn’t say anything. He looked ashamed.

  “Weak. Wait till everyone else hears about this back on the Starrider,” the other said.

  The gun moved slightly and the Vakarran behind me gripped a handful of my hair, turning me toward him as he pressed the gun back to the side of my head. I trembled with fear, wondering if he was going to kill me and then I saw his eyes.

  Ice blue. Like the color of the water in the images I’d seen of beaches of the Caribbean. Of the daytime skies, without a cloud to mar the brilliant blue. His gaze captured me. Consumed me. I almost forgot the steel pressing into my head. Almost, but not quite.

  I took a deep breath. Be like Kira. Be strong. Don’t let them break you.

  My chest rattled slightly as his gaze burned into mine, his blue eyes cold and unyielding.

  “My name is Ryder. What’s your name, human?” he began, his tone low and masculine and my thighs quivered at the power in it.

  “Alaina Stryke,” I whispered softly.

  “Kira Stryke’s sister,” Davon piped up and I sneered in his direction.

  “You let them know where we were, didn’t you?” I asked, sliding my eyes toward my former captive. He grinned, and I knew he had.

  Stupid. I shouldn’t have let him turn on his headpiece.

  Ryder pulled my hair, forcing me to look back at him.

  “That rebel’s sister? Interesting,” he mused.

  “You know my sister?” I asked hopefully.

  “I do. We all do. Her capture was major news. She was on the most wanted list for a long time, but now to find out she has a sister. Hmmm… Commander Nix will want to know this right away. He’ll want to meet you personally, I bet,” Ryder replied.

  “He’ll want to know she was punished,” one of the others said.

  “You’re right, Morgn. We’ll have to teach this human a lesson about abiding by Vakarran law, won’t we?” Ryder said.

  Morgn glared in my direction, his gaze hungry and dark, like a wolf about to ambush its prey. I shivered.

  I swallowed and found a pit of courage somewhere within me. They wouldn’t break me. I’d kill them first. I’d kill them in cold blood, just like Kira would. I could do that, right?

  I sneered back at him and I could have sworn his eyes lit up with the challenge.

  “I think she’s one of those abnormal humans. She’ll need more unique methods to fully train her,” the last one said.

  “Probably, Aarom,” Morgn replied.

  “Are there any more of you?” I asked, as bravely as I could.

  “Nope. Just the four of us. Think you can handle that?” Ryder asked. My gaze went from one to the other, before it finally returned to him. A scar mangled the right side of his face and at seeing him up close, I realized he was probably the eldest of the group. My intuition about Davon being young was likely correct.

  Ryder’s jawline was strong, chiseled, and alluring. His grip was strong, and I could tell he was well muscled beneath his combat gear. All of them were. Ryder’s blue eyes studied mine and I could feel him judging me, analyzing my behavior.

  “There’s no mention of you in the human database,” he said softly.

  “No. There isn’t,” I replied firmly. I’d never been captured before. I’d never been this close to a Vakarran nor had I ever had one touch me. I could feel my nipples harden underneath my shirt and I had trouble understanding why.

  Arousal? Fear? A mixture of both? I didn’t know. I tried not to think about the first option. The gun pushed harder against my scalp and I gasped at the pain.

  His irises glowed, brighter than ever as he searched my eyes. I wondered what he was doing to me, what he was trying to figure out. Davon, Aarom, and Morgn all moved closer and I glanced in their direction. Davon was smaller than the others, shorter by a little bit and lankier. Out of the four, Ryder was the largest, but both Morgn and Aarom were sizable men as well. All of them though were at least a foot taller than me.

  Their skin, the color of a hearty dark merlot, rippled in the sunlight.

  If they weren’t my mortal enemy, I would have thought them to be attractive.

  What the actual fuck? Why had I just thought that?

  I lifted my chin, feigning courage and ignoring my wayward thoughts. I had to focus on how to get out of here right now.

  The scars on Ryder’s face looked like claw marks, probably from some sort of alien beast on another planet or something. I didn’t have a clue as to what, but the scars ran deep. His blue eyes were captivating. His eyebrows furrowed, and his chin set with a certain tenseness that made me nervous.

  “You know Nix will demand her punishment. Better us than him, you know that. He’d kill her,” Aarom said, his tone soft but sure. His eyes searched mine, and the sad acceptance I saw there surprised me.

  Even Ryder stared back at me, his gaze strangely protective.

  “Punishment?” I questioned quietly.

  Morgn smirked darkly, almost like just the word leaving my lips excited him. My eyes dropped, exceedingly aware of the growing bulge in his combat gear. I swallowed heavily and licked my lips, my mouth suddenly as dry as cotton.

  Ryder ran his eyes up and down my body and I shivered. The gun still bit into my skull, the threat of death just seconds away with my every breath. My body heated, adrenaline coursing through my veins. He brushed a thumb over my cheek and my breath caught in my throat. My skin tingled where he had touched me, awakening a sense of desire that shot straight to my core.

  His thumb then drifted over my bottom lip and my body awakened even further. What the hell was he doing to me?

  Desire like never before surged through me. I wanted him.

  Why? It didn’t make sense. I hated him. Hated his kind, hated what their species had done to the human race. I shouldn’t want him to touch me. My mind fought against it, trying to grapple with the reactions of my traitorous body.

  No. I was losing my mind. I had to be. I was going insane.

  The word punishment echoed in my head. What would they do to me?

  The unknown of it all scared me half to death.

  My body hummed with need, just from that simple touch.

  The gun at the side of my head reminded me of the danger I was in. I tried to rein in the raging he
at in my body and focus, on how I might escape, on how I would kill each and every one of them.

  “Remove your clothing,” Ryder commanded.

  What?

  He couldn’t be serious, right?

  The gun clicked. My heart stopped.

  Fuck. Guess that answered my question.

  Slowly, I shrugged off my leather jacket, but the steel barrel never left my skull. Next, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, revealing my breasts to the chilly forest air. Morgn crossed his arms over his chest, watching as my nipples hardened in the breeze.

  I dropped my hands to my waist, hesitating as my fingertips touched the button of my jeans. Morgn grinned as I caught his eyes and one of his hands dropped to brush over his cock. I shivered.

  “Faster. I want you naked,” Ryder growled, his voice exceedingly more dangerous with each passing second.

  I whined softly under my breath, but I obeyed. What choice did I have?

  I kicked off my shoes and then I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them slowly over my waist, revealing my thin white cotton panties to all four alien men. I shivered, feeling all four pairs of eyes on me at once.

  I stood up then, in just my underwear. Vulnerable.

  “Panties too,” Ryder warned. “Else Morgn will come over here and rip them off. Do you want that?”

  “No,” I whispered.

  “Then move, Alaina. Naked. I want you completely fucking naked. Now,” Ryder demanded.

  I did as I was told. Finally, when I was totally bare, the gun left my skull.

  My head pounded. My core pulsed. I found it hard to breathe.

  Would I survive this?

  I didn’t know.

  I closed my eyes, remembering my inner strength, channeling Kira’s will through mine. I stood up tall, fists at my sides, and raised my chin in defiance. I’d be strong. Fierce. They would never conquer me. They’d never break me.

  I had to be tough. For Kaela. For Danika. For every human depending on us back at camp. I owed it to all of them.

  “Look at those perky breasts. Makes me want to grab a handful, don’t you think, boys?” Ryder said, his eyes boring into mine.

  The other three men moved even closer. Surrounding me.

  I trembled, feeling my arousal begin to pool between my legs. Why was I wet? Did I want this? Did I even know what I wanted?

  “You need to be punished, Alaina. And my men and I are going to be the ones to do it,” Ryder growled seductively, and I couldn’t help but feel my body react viscerally to his words.

  I was going to be punished. My pussy grew wetter with each passing second.

  “No. No, I don’t,” I begged, but even as the words left my lips, I knew I didn’t really mean them. “Please don’t.”

  Ryder’s hand settled on my hip, sliding up and down my overly sensitized skin.

  “You don’t have a choice, Alaina. You disobeyed Vakarran law. If Commander Nix was here, he’d see you whipped. I fear he’d do worse. He’d make you sob and would only grant you forgiveness when you begged for it. You don’t want that, do you?” Aarom whispered into my left ear, catching me off guard.

  “We’re going to make you beg for it, Alaina. You’re going to want us to punish you, to fuck you as hard as you deserve,” Morgn whispered to my right.

  Davon touched the back of my neck.

  Surrounded. No escape.

  My core throbbed with need.

  Ryder caressed my right nipple, chuckling as it grew even harder under his touch. I blushed, humiliated by the shamefully wicked response. Someone touched my bare ass and I quivered slightly at the unexpected caress.

  “What is going to happen to me?” I wondered out loud.

  Ryder grinned salaciously.

  “You’re going to be punished. Good and hard,” he said darkly, and I couldn’t help but groan reluctantly in response. Eight hands began to touch me, and I was quickly overwhelmed, my overly sensitized skin tingling in response. My pussy clenched, and I knew I was wet with my desire. These four aliens were making me want them desperately.

  I should be ashamed of myself.

  Ryder cupped my pussy gently in his palm. His fingertips delved into my folds and I knew that he’d found my wetness.

  “You lie, little human. Your body tells me that you want to be punished,” he murmured, and I shook with pleasure. My clit throbbed.

  I was wickedly turned on.

  By a group of four Vakarrans, for God’s sake.

  I should be nervous and scared. I should be hating every last second, but even now, I knew that would be a lie. They hadn’t even really touched me yet, and my body was already screaming for more. Ryder took my chin in his other hand and pulled my lips to his.

  I wanted to fight. At least my mind was telling me I should, but every single nerve in my skin was screaming for me to ignore those thoughts.

  Ryder devoured me in that one single kiss. He owned me, claimed me as his and took what he wanted, and I gave it. Reluctantly. Willingly. I didn’t know. I kissed him back, as he seduced me with his lips and his fingers.

  The other three men touched me all over. Kissing me, caressing me.

  Ryder’s thumb circled my clit and my hips bucked toward him. I moaned softly, unable to stop myself.

  Fuck. That felt good.

  “Do you want to be punished, Laina?” Morgn whispered in my ear.

  Did I? Ryder circled my greedy clit again and my core pulsed with need.

  “Submit, like a good little human,” Aarom murmured in my ear, his breath tickling the tiny hairs there. Goosebumps rose all over my skin.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered.

  Arms circled my waist and thighs roughly, lifting me into the air and spreading my legs wide. Ryder smirked dangerously in my direction, looking straight at my vulnerably bare, wet pussy.

  “Bad girl. Look at that wet cunt,” he murmured, and I blushed furiously, filled with shame and delirious passion. Splayed wide for his perusal, I felt embarrassed, but my blood burned hotter all the same.

  Ryder smacked my pussy. I gasped in shock, not expecting the flash of pain, followed by a wave of extreme arousal.

  “How many years have you been surviving on your own, Laina?” he asked, his tone decidedly alpha male. He made me feel like a bad little girl and my pussy clenched with need.

  “Ten years,” I whispered nervously.

  He smacked my pussy again and my clit practically jumped with pleasure. My skin stung, but I was so aroused that the pain quickly dissipated into desire.

  “Two.”

  Oh, my God. He was going to spank my pussy ten times.

  Over and over he smacked me there and my entire body smoldered, blazing hot with unmet need with every slap, the sound of moist arousal humiliatingly loud, yet I didn’t care. I spread my legs wider, rocked my pussy toward him and took what he gave me, every last stinging slap. When he finally counted to ten, I could have sworn that I was ready to come at any second. All I need was one more touch. For him to caress my clit one more time.

  Please. Just touch me. Fuck. It felt so good. I wanted more.

  I shouldn’t though. This was wrong. He was going to take my body when I wasn’t sure I wanted to give it.

  Caught in the arms of the three men, I looked up at Ryder. He looked down at me and dropped his hands to his waistband. He undid his belt, sliding the leather slowly, making me wait. He unbuttoned his black pants and undid his zipper.

  I licked my lips. I wanted to see it.

  His cock thrust forward, hard, long, and wide. Big enough so that I started to feel nervous. I hadn’t had anything inside me in a long time. I wasn’t sure he would fit. Even more alarming, I watched him as his shaft lengthened by a few more inches right before my eyes.

  He was going to fuck me hard. And it was going to hurt.

  But I wanted it. At least, I think I did. My pussy clenched hard in anticipation. I was so wet, and I knew he could see it.

  “Look at that. Your cunt is practically begging
for my cock,” he said boldly, and the other men chuckled in response.

  My shame grew exponentially, and I felt myself flush.

  I wasn’t some whore in some brothel. I shouldn’t be acting like this. I should be fighting harder. I whimpered then, realizing that my punishment was looking more inevitable by the second. My body reacted with excitement. My mind hated it.

  He took his hard length and rested it against my wetness, rubbing up and down and driving me wild. My clit throbbed, the smoldering heat of his member making me writhe with pleasure. He went slow. Torturing me. Prolonging my need.

  I groaned and leaned back, placing my head on Davon’s shoulder. Then, I looked from side to side, seeing both Morgn and Aarom watching me too.

  Aarom nibbled at my neck while Morgn pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I whimpered softly, until he finally let go and the blood rushed back to the tight little bud, and I yelped loudly. The pain was exquisite, but short and Ryder took my moment of distraction to place the head of his cock at my entrance. I held my breath.

  Could I take him? Would he tear me in two?

  He teased my clit with his thumb once more and my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure.

  “Beg me for it. Beg me to fuck your naughty rebel cunt,” he demanded, and I lifted my head to stare back at him. I didn’t think I could take much more of this teasing torture. I needed release. I needed to come. No one else would know, right? They wouldn’t know how weak I was, how I’d folded to the Vakarrans when they’d stroked my pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Please,” I pleaded, jerking my hips toward him, lewdly spreading my legs even wider.

  He leaned forward, grabbing my chin and staring into my eyes with those captivating blue irises.

  “You’ve been a naughty little rebel. Living out here on your own and not submitting to your Vakarran masters like you were meant to. I’m going to teach you a good lesson, so you know that you aren’t in control, I am. Because you’re mine, Laina. I’m going to punish you and fuck you so hard that you’ll beg me to stop. You’ll beg us to allow you to breathe, to stop the constant onslaught of pleasure. But soon, you’ll learn it isn’t up to you anymore. Are you afraid now? Do you still want me to fuck this bad little cunt of yours?” he demanded.

 

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