Tameable (Warrior Masters)

by Kingsley, Arabella

  I think I stared up at him like a wild frightened rabbit for most of the time he spoke or maybe a startled deer caught in headlights might be more of an accurate description of how I looked. Well, what would you do if you were told you were the child of a human woman and a man who was both a Trian alien born and bred in the world of Trianon in another Universe? And wait for it... we children of these unions are born human but at some time in our lives we will make a transformation into a fully-fledged Trian with all sorts of weird powers! Apparently, I would gain vast psychic gifts, the ability to sense and open portals allowing me to time travel and move instantly to other worlds, shape shifting and telekinetic powers! The males have these abilities but not to the strength of the females expect shape shifting. Their abilities lie in their vast warrior strength.

  Roman and Julian were warriors from the Royal Trian army and high aristocrats in Trian culture because of it. They believed the blood in my veins was linked to the royal Trian line and the long lost royal family of Trianon missing in time and space since the Sailiean Alliance’s invasion of their world. I was a prize to the Trian warrior male hybrids and pure breeds because of it. They only took mates from the royal line and those affiliated with it.

  At first I couldn’t work out if Roman was completely bonkers or that I might be hallucinating. I stared at him dumbfounded as he continued his disbelieving story whilst fighting the temptation to make a cool sharp exit and call the men in white coats.

  But that wasn’t the best bit! Oh no. Apparently all Trians who came to earth in the last century when their planet was taken and human hybrids are provided with a mate by fate. And after the change he will just turn up and knock on my door ready to claim me. How sweet. NOT! But there’s more... there will be challengers to this mate’s claim upon me, and it is up to my mate to fight them off in a sword duel before we can bond together. If he doesn’t do his job properly I am done for, tied to some Neanderthal wife beater or a used car salesman with bad breath for life and eternity without reprieve. I remember swallowing hard when I heard this last bit. But this is Peachum, Essex, not Area 51, my mind kept screaming. This kind of thing doesn’t happen somewhere like this. It is too boring a place. It shouldn’t even happen at all!

  The men in the garden were all potential mates or challengers. The identity of the true mate would not be known until my transformation was complete. These men, for want of a better word and for the sake of political correctness, were all drawn to me because I was nearing my transformation. Unfortunately, some of them were desperate for a mate and would not wait to see if they were the chosen partner and would simply make me their own in the most brutal fashion.

  “Describe brutal,” I insisted folding my arms defensively.

  I looked up at him again frowning at his silence. He rested his hands on the table and couldn’t seem to make contact with my eyes. That just fuelled my suspicions and I found myself trembling. I noticed his brother Julian did not proffer an answer to my question either. Silence hung uncomfortably in the air around us. Finally, Roman looked up at me and had obviously made a decision to be totally frank.

  “They will bite you harder and more viciously than the ritual demands to brand you and rape you at the same time to consummate the bond. And once it happens, no one will be able to reverse it.”

  I stood up at this point. “This is all mad. I don’t believe what I am hearing. Maybe you should both leave now before I start losing it and deck the both of you,” I shouted with irritated fear.

  Roman raised one sexy eyebrow in disbelief and then frowned. He didn’t move a muscle. His brother gave a small laugh and when I turned to my side to glare at him, he was leaning back in his chair, stroking Puzzle, totally relaxed and sighing with a wide smile.

  “I love this part,” he said. “Hybrid children never believe you when you tell them what they really are. It’s the human in them. It makes them cynical and narrow minded,” he told his brother. “There’s always denial at first then acceptance and then surrender.”

  “The Saipieans, the people who invaded our planet, are also a danger to you. They have always been envious of the power of our women and seek to join with them. It is a Saipiean who is kidnapping women in Peachum looking for a Trian mate. He is more than likely murdering them when he finds out they are not Trian. The Saipiean men lost their women to a mysterious plague and part of the reason they tricked us with their offers of peace was to gain access to our females. They are very similar in their genetic make-up, beliefs and powers to us. Some of their ancestors were also ours. But they are a violent race and do not care much for life they do not value or is of use to them. If he catches you and can’t establish a bond he will kill you without hesitation. My guess is that he is looking for you. You are very strong in your powers. The hybrid women are becoming more so... ”

  I interrupted him.

  “You and Julian are potential mates or challengers?” I pushed.

  He didn’t answer me. I started to shake just that little bit more. I folded my arms trying to hide it.

  “So, they are moving in like vultures waiting to take me for their own. Is that it?” I asked.

  Roman’s handsome features remained hard and serious and I knew he was going to give me it straight from the hip again.

  “Yes, they are. But they aren’t the only ones you must be protected from. There are others. The Saipiean slavers who are looking to round up hybrid females to take back to their world for forced mating. They make our women sex slaves.” Roman became passionate with his anger as he told me about these monsters. “My wife didn’t die in a car crash. She was murdered trying to escape a slaver when I was out one day and I could not reach her in time.”

  I fell quiet feeling the blood drain from my face and pool in my feet. It was all too much to hear. Roman stood quiet. I shivered.

  “My daughter, she— Her father was human.” Well that was one word for him.

  “No matter. She has your genes. They are stronger than those belonging to a human. She will also make the change at some point in her life just like my son. His mother was human. Like you they will grow and age in appearance to their middle twenties but the conversion may not be induced until they are in their fortieth or even fiftieth year of age. Did you really have no idea of your heritage at all? Has it not made you wonder why you do not age?”

  My look was blank. I was confused, fearful and hurt my parents had never trusted me with the truth but then they had died when I was but ten years old and I had been brought up by relatives. Nobody had confided in me.

  “I am sorry but you need to know the truth,” he said firmly realising he was not going to receive an answer from me.

  “What am I going to do?” I whispered to myself as my mind raced.

  Roman moved to my side and gently placed his hand on my shoulder. It felt warm and comforting but I couldn’t look at him. I was too afraid. His fingers caressed and held the side of my face, lifting it up towards him as leaned down to look at me.

  “I will take care of both you and your daughter,” his voice was soft, deep, soothing and more importantly, convincing. “I will make sure you are safe and well protected. I give you my word.”

  Julian moved to my other side after lowering Puzzle to the floor and stroked his finger along my neck.

  I stared up at him, a frightening thought searing into my mind.

  “I will also protect you and your daughter. I give you my word,” he told me fiercely.

  “You said you were one of them, Roman, Julian. Which ones are you? A challenger or my chosen mate?” I ventured again moving my eyes between the two men.

  Roman’s dark hypnotic eyes narrowed ever so slightly with what I fancied was determination.

  “I don’t know yet. Julian and I won’t have that knowledge in my mind until after you change. You will know before us as the conversion begins. It will be up to you whether you tell me or not. The knowledge will come to you soon.” His voice deepened and although it remained soft
and coaxing it sharpened ever so slightly with menace. “But I will do whatever it takes to make you mine. I’ve waited too long for you to arrive in my life. I won’t let you escape or be taken by another.”

  He brushed my forehead with a light kiss that almost made me melt as quickly as a chocolate fireguard.

  “As will I,” Julian informed softly repeating the action. “Even if it costs your life in our duel, brother.”

  “It may well be your own life that is lost, brother.”

  I had only been in the street a week and now I had been attacked by an alien, told I was an alien, found myself in danger and caused World War III between two twin brothers. Way to go Amanda!

  Chapter Four

  It was all too much for me and I am afraid I reacted by throwing my toys out of the pram. I just had to get out of there so I could get some space and think straight. Quickly grabbing my bag, I made a sharp exit before either brother could stop me. Sliding on the ice in my high heels, my hands shaking as I opened the door of my black Audi I quickly got in. I started the engine and backed out of the drive, skidding on the snow when the brothers Grimm came out of the house. Julian rushed to stop me but Roman put his hand on his arm and shook his head.

  “Let her have her little tantrum. She isn’t going anywhere,” I heard him say.

  That made me madder. I drove off down the street as they walked slowly out of the drive following behind me. I got half way along the road that had been cleared of snow but was now dangerously icy when all the electrics in the car failed and all of the power drained away. The car came to a stop. Frantically I tried to restart it but Julian came to stand in front of it. Infuriated and actually considering running him down to get away from the truth about my life, I grew more determined to start the car. Julian laughed when I banged my hand on the steering wheel in my childish temper.

  Roman appeared at my side. I screamed with fright and held on to the door to stop him getting in. Julian shook his head again and bent down. Suddenly I felt the front end of the car lift in to the air. Julian was holding it up easily in his hands as if the huge chunk of metal was lighter than a feather. I yelped removing my hands from the door to hang on to the steering wheel. Roman opened the door and offered me his hand. I nervously shook my head at him. My head was spinning out of control with fear and doubt at the way my reality and world were crumbling away from me. Desperately I clung to the steering wheel and on to my old life.

  A loud noise had me jumping when Roman ripped the car door away from its hinges to get at me. Tears rolled down my face as I realised I was trapped by my new reality and the two alien men determined to protect me and drag me kicking and screaming in to their lives whether I wanted it or not. It made me feel very female and fragile.

  “I know this is hard for you to accept, Amanda and we are going to help you. You are going to have to learn to do as you are told, baby. Otherwise we are going to lose you,” he said with heavy seriousness, reaching in to the car to pull my hands from the steering wheel. Carefully he pulled my trembling body to the edge of the leather seat and lifted me out and up in to his arms. Julian sat the car back down on the ground and moved to Roman’s side.

  “We are going to take you in hand, Amanda. We will help you through the conversion, protect you and help you accept your new life like a new born babe,” Julian told me when I began struggling in Roman’s arms. “Now don’t be a naughty girl for your two daddies, baby girl or we will have to spank you again,” he grinned.

  I was too distressed to object at the way they were talking to me. I was panicking. Roman carried me to his house. He carried my struggling form up the stairs to bed closely followed by Julian who did not look too happy that Roman was carrying me. But he had the sense to keep from making any protest. I couldn’t take any more of their fighting when I was doing enough of my own.

  “Julian, go and get some supplies from Haydn. You told me what we would need to do when the conversion came for Amanda, last night. He has everything we will need to tame our baby girl until she’s calmed. Take the dog to him and ask him to take care of it until she is has come through the conversion.”

  “I don’t want to leave her,” Julian said with a growl opening the bedroom door for Roman to carry me through.

  Roman gave an impatient sigh.

  “I am not going to do anything to claim her as mine. I believe in the ritual just like you do.”

  There was another awkward silence between the men as I kicked and began crying. Roman tightened his strong grip on me as he stood holding me.

  “You have my word, Julian. Now go.”

  Julian did not reply. He left the room and I heard him hurry back down the stairs. Roman lowered me down on the bed covered in black silk sheets. The room had unmistakable masculine feel to it. It was large and square, the bed a four-poster with black and silver patterned curtains. The decoration was very fashionable in black and silver. The shiny sliding door black expensive wardrobes ran the length of the back wall and were mirrored in the middle. The carpet was a plush silver, not too dissimilar in colour to my own. It matched the dove grey walls and silver bedside tables. It was beautiful.

  Roman laid me on the bed and held my arms down.

  “Hush, baby. Stop your crying. We are going to take good care of our baby until she’s grown in the conversion.”

  But I was in no mood to be placated. Roman made the mistake of removing one of his hands to soothe me by stroking my face but I bated it away. I used the advantage of his lose grip to sit up.

  “I want to go home,” I demanded.

  “No, your place is with us. It is too dangerous. You will stay here.”

  “You are holding me against my will. You have bloody kidnapped me. I need to get out of here. I will not be made a prisoner... ”

  “Honey, you will do as you’re told or you are going to be over my knee faster than you can blink.”

  Roman made the mistake of chuckling when he delivered his threat. Anger spurred me and I raised my free hand to slap it across his face. It barely registered on his features, only slightly turning his handsome face to the side. He frowned. When I made to repeat the action he caught my wrist and pressed me back down hard on the bed. He pinned me there. I was breathing hard with fear.

  “I am not going to hurt you, but equally I can’t let that pass. You must be disciplined.”

  He caught my hands in one of his strong male ones and pulled at his red silk tie, removing it quickly from around his neck. I squealed with fright when he used it to bind my hands. Using the tie around my hands he forced me back down on the bed. He raised one of my legs in the air and undid the small buckle on my strappy high heels. Seductively he removed the shoe stroking his fingers along the bottom of my feet tickling me. He repeated the action on the other foot and to my surprise kissed both of the soles of my feet.

  Unable to hinder him he began to undo the belt on my trousers and unzip them. With deft speed he lowered them down my legs and away from me. He tossed them to the floor and moved to tackle my underwear. I struggled so much he gave up on removing them the conventional way. Instead he gripped the front of them and ripped them from my flesh. I gasped with the shock of his brutal primitive act. My pelvis bucked as he pulled them away from me feeling him cruelly pull the remnants tight through the crease of my buttocks before tossing them to the floor with my jeans. I struggled madly and swore at him.

  Roman stared down at my pussy and stroked his fingers through the dark curls. He bent to kiss them and then the small bud between my vaginal lips. He gave it too small licks with his tongue making me writhe despite my bad temper.

  “Such a pert little pussy. I can’t wait to be inside you. Claiming and taming you with my thrusts,” he sounded darkly wistful. A fleeting image of us together rose strong in my mind. I also ached to be penetrated deeply and ridden hard to satisfaction by Roman.

  Roman stood and started to undo the belt on his trousers. He slid it out of the belt loops and ran it across his hand.
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br />   I will not let you spank me again. Don’t touch me.” My anger returned removing the image of being dominated and taken by Roman in a robust fashion.

  “Who said anything about spanking? This time, I am going to whip your pretty ass. Naughty baby girls shouldn’t hit their daddy.”

  Roman pulled me up to sitting. When I swore at him, he reached down and slapped his hand against my vagina.

  “I am going to gag that foul mouth of yours.”

  Another two slaps had me growing wet. He caught the small bud sharply with the sting of his firm strike sending me crying out with pain. Yet a rush of milky fluid coated the inside lips of my sex. Desire sparked and flared in my stomach. I would never have thought it would have caused so much agonised arousal. Three more slaps followed and I became embarrassed at my wetness. Every slap made my pelvis and pussy jump to his demanding attention as he mastered my swearing.

  I became quiet. My cursing turned in to helpless female gasps and moans with each firm slap of my pussy.

  “That’s better. Good, little girl.”

  He spanked my sex twice more and then turned his attention to my top. With two hands he tore at it. His strength was inhuman. My bra was to follow. My breasts bounced heavy and swollen on to my chest. My cheeks flushed warm with being completely naked in front of the man and I could not look at him. But Roman cupped my breasts in his hands.

  “So soft, yet also firm and pert. Your breasts are large and heavy just like a true Trian female’s should be.”

  His thumbs flexed over the nipples as his eyes swept over my naked form.

  “Beautiful. You will need to be examined by a doctor to ascertain whether or not you will be able to bear a Trian child but your body is lush and fertile in appearance. I will make sure you conceive my child on your claiming. Your breasts will provide plenty milk for our offspring,” his voice was as smooth as velvet and dark with determination to make me his new mate.