Taming the Alien Prince: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance (Intergalactic Lurve Book 2)

by Rie Warren

  “The arrival of someone I’m not very fond of.” Zane’s irises flipped to gold, and his fangs appeared behind the lips I’d kissed just minutes ago.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Zane

  SOMEONE I’M NOT very fond of.

  Understatement of the millennium.

  My first-rate morning with Astrid ended on a seriously sour note. Troubled to my very depths, I guided her around X, who stood waiting because he knew we’d both be summoned immediately.

  My stomach twisting unpleasantly, I led the way into the palace through a secret passage embedded in the cliffs above the shore. Up ahead, Jedrek nodded at me before pivoting around and marching forward, Dex presumably remaining somewhere within the confines of the palace to post guard on Prairie.

  X came up by my shoulder.

  “Why’s he here?” I bit the words out through tight lips.

  “Inspecting the recruits for the newest Valkrane warriors.”

  Of course. A yearly occurrence to be endured. With the advent of Astrid I’d forgotten about the annual trials.

  Astrid glanced between X and me, our palpable tension leaping to her.

  I wanted to reassure her, but truthfully the man we were about to encounter gave new meaning to the words evil asshole.

  As we approached the doors of the throne room, I whispered to Astrid, “Just remain quiet. And show no fear.”

  I made an effort to clear my expression of all emotion, and Jedrek opened the doors. Inside, the man I detested most in the galaxy stood surrounded by his own elite warriors. His height eclipsed even X’s. The scar down the left side of his face an ugly reminder of just how vile he was on the inside.

  Otherwise, our uncle—the man who took pleasure from deriding me about my deviant nature, the Commander who’d trained us and all fledgling Zenithian soldiers—was as appealing as most males to the eye.

  I had nothing but pure hate for the man.

  He acted as though the palace belonged to him, not X, when he beckoned us forward. Jedrek and Magnar flanked X and me, creating a smooth defense in front of Astrid from the male who detested humans nearly as much as he despised me.

  “How fortunate I get to meet the newest female as well as the human you named as queen of our race.” His cold gaze flicked between X and me, and he made it sound like meeting our chosen mates was the least fortunate thing imaginable. “Those two should be no better than chattelian, but you’ve abolished the practice, Xyib*eepthxnin.”

  “I’m king.” X crossed his arms over his chest, bulking up to further shield Astrid from Uncle. “You’re not.” Fuck you too his tone said.

  “Chattelian?” Astrid piped up in query from behind us.

  “She speaks out of turn?” If Uncle could’ve bored holes through our bodies with his glare to get to Astrid, he would’ve.

  Instead he turned his derision on me. “Fitting I suppose, you should choose a mate as much a pariah as you.”

  My muscles vibrated with barely suppressed fury. X laid a calming hand on my arm.

  Uncle squared his shoulders, marching right up to X. “I should’ve been named king, not you. Soon this planet will be no better than Earth.”

  My brother snorted, not rising to the bait. “Shame about that whole direct lineage thing, ain’t it?”

  X’s verbal blow made a direct hit on Uncle’s usually impenetrable armor of arrogance, so he aimed his next sneer my way.

  “Why do you shield the human female from me? Worried she won’t measure up just like you never did?”

  With strength I didn’t know she could muster, Astrid pushed right between X and me.

  Her chin rose up, and she propped her hands on her hips as she regarded my uncle, who loomed in full warrior gear in front of her.

  I prepared to pull her back, but again X stopped me.

  “Don’t you dare speak to Zaneeviex like that!” She lifted her hand to point a finger at him, her tongue sharp and cutting. “Why, you’re nothing but an overgrown bully, full of empty threats and useless words. I’d be willing to bet you know nothing about this male here.”

  Uncle drew up like he was getting ready to backhand my mate the way he used to clobber me around the head.

  Rage tightening all my muscles, I pressed Astrid behind me. Chest to pumping chest with my uncle, I got right in his face. That time X didn’t intercede.

  “You may have browbeaten me all those decades ago, but I’m more of a male than you could ever hope to be. And if you say one more unsavory word about the woman I’ve chosen as my mate—this fine female here—I’ll drop you dead where you stand then feed your carcass to the glecaws.”

  Fear finally flashed through his eyes. Just briefly, before he drew back his fist again.

  “Stop!” X’s voice boomed with enough force to crack a crystal obelisk.

  Hair stood up on the back of my neck. Taut muscles stood up in sharp relief along my arms and torso. I was one more taunt away from causing utter mayhem, and my eyes narrowed to violent slits.

  Uncle peeled away from me. “This isn’t done.”

  “You’re right.” I spoke through tight lips. “Not until I flatten you, it isn’t.”

  Spinning away, I nodded to Magnar. Between the two of us, we hustled Astrid to the doors.

  “Feisty female,” Magnar commented.

  “I guess you didn’t have to worry about her showing no fear,” X called out in parting.

  He and Jedrek hung back. Now X would have to soothe that blowhard’s feathers . . . or toss him off the nearest cliff.

  Degrading and demoralizing feelings engendered by Uncle’s presence swept back over me. I strode toward my chambers at a fast clip until I realized I was nearly dragging Astrid off her feet.

  I slowed enough to keep pace with her, but she trembled with the same anger surging through me like a tidal wave.

  Astrid slammed into our room ahead of me. “I am so . . . pissed off right now I could kick something!”

  I know the feeling.

  I immediately poured a drink of the most potent alcohol on the planet and tossed it back, letting the burn sluice down my gullet and into my stomach.

  Astrid held out her hand for a goblet, and I filled one for her. “Why did you let that asshole talk to you like that?”

  She took a big gulp. Then her eyes widened, and she coughed as the fiery liquid caught her off guard.

  “I don’t really want to discuss this.” I chewed the words out as if they were the toughest tazek rawhide.

  Stomping up to me, she slapped her goblet down with almost shattering force. “But unless I’m mistaken, he’s your relation.”

  “He’s my mother’s brother.” My lips thinned into a straight line to contain the small nugget of pain Uncle’s attitude toward me always unearthed.

  “And?”

  “Astrid, please.” I groaned.

  “So let me get this straight. You want me to up and leave my entire life on Earth—my mom and dad—yet you can’t tell me why you let that hideous uncle of yours treat you like scum?”

  “You’re a damn hard woman, you know that!” I blazed at the tiny female.

  Her wrath made her seem bigger than she was, and her shiny blonde hair flipped over her shoulders when she stared up at me. She pressed a pointed finger against my chest, scorning me.

  “Coward.”

  “I’m not a fucking coward!” I roared. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “That’s right I don’t. You spent all morning showing me the most amazing things I never thought possible, but you won’t open yourself up to me.”

  Slumping on a seat, I rubbed my hands over my hair. “You already heard what he thinks about me.”

  “Is that how you see yourself? Like some lesser being because of what?” Her tone softened, and she dropped down next to me.

  Her hand rested gently on my thigh.

  “When Zenithian males of royal rank reach a certain age—and anyone hoping to obtain warrior status—it’s a ri
te of passage to train at Uncle’s outpost.” My eyes fell to Astrid’s hand then rose to meet her gaze. “He discovered what he likes to call my deformity then.”

  Bile rose in my throat.

  “Your deformity?”

  “The diphallia.” I grimaced, remembering. “I’m not the first royal male to be born with two cocks, but it’s unusual. He spent many, many hours cruelly terrorizing me, beating me, depriving me of the most basic needs. And he enjoyed making me suffer. Still does.”

  “That’s barbaric!”

  “It made me stronger.” Shutting away the old pain again, I shrugged. “As for your question about whether I’m ashamed of my cocks,” I stared into her eyes, “I’m not.”

  The loins in question sparked to life at her barely there caress, which was probably meant to be soothing. It was anything but.

  Her hand sliding upward, her delicate fingers brushed the testicles lying heavily inside my pants.

  “Then prove it to me,” she said.

  Sweat popped out on my brow, and a hot spear of arousal shafted through my groin. But I gripped her wrist, halting the foray of her fingers.

  “Not like this. Not because you feel sorry for me.”

  She laughed low in her throat, a very wanton noise. The sound alone made my cocks ache to be inside her any way they could.

  Freeing her hand with a twist of her wrist, she brought my palm between the legs she eased open. “Does this feel like I look at you with pity? With anything but admiration and fascination and . . . so much desire for you?”

  I swallowed thickly, feeling the moistening heat of her plump little cunt. Animal lust made my dicks swell as much as they could inside my leather pants. Licking my lips, I explored the rising wetness of her pussy pulsing through the leggings.

  With an effort, I pulled my shaking hand away. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, Astrid.”

  “Take advantage of me?” Rising to her knees beside me, her tits wobbled against my arm, and her breathy voice caressed the side of my neck. “I’m the one who’s coming on to you.”

  “Are you sure?” So hard and ready I throbbed, I turned my head so my lips brushed hers.

  “Try me and find out.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Astrid

  ZANE’S WARY VULNERABILITY made him more real to me than all the extraterrestrial tricks he’d shown me, all the deliciously hot and decadently sexy experiences he’d given me.

  His quiet confession made me want him more.

  Not that I was complaining about how big and strong and powerful a male he was, but he’d opened up to me, allowed me to witness something intensely personal he clearly kept hidden from most others. The festering pain fueled by a hateful man’s abuse.

  As soon as my soothing touch on his thigh traveled higher, Zane shed that vulnerability, assuming the taut features of a man who wanted to fuck me relentlessly, recklessly.

  Now I felt daring, more boldly and sexually charged than ever before. Zane sat stone still while I fondled him, but arousal rolled off him like waves of heat, heat that changed the color of his irises from ice blue to golden topaz, and his eyelids hooded low.

  But what little control I held over him gave way when he surged to his feet, taking me with him. A deep growl climbed from his chest, and my moan echoed the clear mating call. A wave of passion so strong flooded me, and wetness spilled from me as my nipples puckered. Moving so fast he was a blur, he shed all my clothing, flinging every item across the room.

  As soon as he was naked too, he stood there all power and muscle and a maleness I could literally smell. The scent of him mouthwatering. Our bodies separated by a hand’s breadth, he dwarfed me. His scorching gaze roved over me, and something vital twisted inside my body, lust coiling.

  Precum already pearled at the tips of his cocks, the veins pulsing with life force. Blood engorged the two substantial pillars rising from his groin, rampant and majestic. Gorgeous and huge just like the rest of him.

  My hand swept down his torso, and I was just as captivated by the newly emerging skin markings from either side of his chest as I was by the meaty cocks beckoning my touch lower.

  His shoulders shifted and his tremendous thighs spread and his hands came up to roughly handle my breasts.

  A groan of manly satisfaction rumbled from him when my nipples prodded against his large palms. The areolas turned deep pink just before he shoved me back a couple steps, fell to one knee, and used his tongue to lap at the peaked flesh.

  “Meehri.” The hoarse sound of his voice tickled my nerve endings. “These tits.” Squeezing both mounds, he pulled them away from my body until my back arched. “Going to suck your breasts ’til you come so hard your juice runs down to the floor.”

  “Oh God, Zane!” Weakly, I grabbed his shoulders, fighting for balance.

  He turned his head and plucked as much breast flesh into his wide mouth as he could. His gaze flashed up at me, and I was sure I was glassy-eyed, my back bowing even further.

  I was already wet, dripping for him, dampness spreading down my thighs.

  I screamed with the sheer hunger of his attacking mouth. Red marks rose on my pale breasts from his raw touch and continuous sucking and lapping. He popped both nipples into his mouth, his fangs scoring sensitive flesh in the process. But he didn’t stop suckling roughly, and rugged primal noises rose from his throat, vibrating right across my breasts he lashed and licked.

  When light exploded behind my eyelids and ecstasy spiked from my swollen slit to the nipples he continued to torture, I came so hard I almost collapsed.

  A scream shredded from my throat.

  Hot wet pleasure soaked my inner thighs, my pussy was inundated by a cunt-clutching need to be filled and filled hard.

  Zane stood, yanking me into his arms as I quivered all over. His mouth seared across mine. I twisted his hair between my fingers, clawing to get closer to him any way I could.

  The insane level of arousal between us kept climbing higher.

  He laid me down gently on the bed, but that was as far as his gentleness went. Cocks rising like massive meaty staffs, he prowled over me, up to my breasts.

  I watched in lustful awe when he took both mighty cocks in his powerful fist. He guided the twin spears of turgid flesh between my breasts and into my cleavage.

  “I’m going to fuck these tits and come all over your body,” he rasped.

  With a greedy whimper, I held my breasts as a clasp for him to use. And he surged forward, forcing my tits to swallow the oversized girth of both cocks. His eyes slanted down, and his cheeks hollowed sharply as he drilled into the puffy pillows quickly slickened by the endless drip-drop of precum spitting from his cocks’ slits.

  His balls banged into the undersides of my breasts as he whipped in and out of the clasp of my tits. Muscles everywhere—his forearms, biceps, his pecs and shoulders—corded with inhuman strength.

  I couldn’t catch my breath. Didn’t want to. Grasping his muscular haunches, his flexing ass in my hands, I urged him to use me harsh and fast. Desperate to taste him, I parted my mouth wider, aiming my pointed tongue at the twin fat heads emerging from my heated breasts.

  “Yes. Suck that cockmeat.”

  His guttural order made me mewl.

  I yelped louder when he tangled his free hand in my hair, forcing my neck up off the bed so he could plunge one entire knob into my mouth on his next pass.

  His masterful tit fucking had me on fire. My hips kept rocking, searching to be filled. My breasts felt engorged, my nipples zinging with pleasure.

  Zane slowed for a moment. He leaned down to kiss me—a wild thrusting of his tongue inside my mouth—as his cocks slid in and out of the downy envelope I willingly, sensually provided him.

  Then, untamed and unleashed, he sped up. A bestial roar parted his lips. He craned forward, thrusting sporadically.

  He spewed torrents of cum all over me like a warm white waterfall, his seed ambrosia on my tongue.

  I gathered hi
s musky male essence on my fingertips, drawing it to my mouth. Sucking deeply of his cum, I watched as Zane’s eyes flashed. Unbelievably, his cocks thickened all over again, rising from his groin in potent male promise that made my insides clench.

  He must’ve read the image in my mind, because he cut me an unwholesome grin before pushing me up the bed until his mouth hovered above my aching center.

  With no warning, he cleaved my molten wet entrance with his tongue. Lifting my feet onto his broad shoulders, he made a muscle-bound sight between my thighs, but I could only watch for a few seconds before my head rolled back on my neck.

  He was too good, too sexy, wildly eating me out.

  He canted my hips up until my pelvis was a bowl and my liquid heat the fluid he drank. His fingers clamped down on my thighs, his tongue rasping hotly all around and into my swollen female flesh. He made noises of appreciation as he licked and swallowed. When he pinched my clit up from its little pouty hood between two calloused fingers, holding the tiny nub for slick lashes from his tongue as he pumped me full of thick fingers, I howled in release. Release that spun from the pleasure bud he licked to the tissue convulsing inside of me to the very soles of my feet.

  He rose above me as breath whooshed in and out of my parted lips.

  I gripped both his cocks as much as I could, but he knocked my hand away and tethered it to the bed beside my head.

  “No,” he said in a thunderous undertone. “Now we fuck.”

  My hips thrust up in need at his dark tone and his dirty look.

  His free hand conjured a small amber-colored bottle, and he easily managed to empty a pool of oily liquid into his cupped palm.

  Voice husky, he lowered the slithery hand along my belly and onto my greedy pussy. “This will help prepare your cunt for me.”

  His crude words made me even hotter, licking fire all over my body.

  “Am I not wet enough?” I was slick all the way down my thighs.

  His eyes shone with a wicked gleam. “More than wet enough. But this’ll make it easier for you to take my girth.” He swiped his gleaming fingers down and into me with liquid thrusts. “Because I won’t be gentle. Not today. Not tonight. I can’t be. Not with you.”