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

by Rie Warren

  Breath hitching, I writhed beneath his touch, struggling to keep my eyes open because I didn’t know if he intended to fuck me with both cocks, or if he . . .

  “Ohhh . . .” I gasped.

  Zane nudged the big crown of his lower cock against my hole. The slick kiss of male flesh to my aching female emptiness had me on edge already. I spread my legs wider. He pressed my hand into the furs harder. He aimed his glance between us, the top phallus stretched up above his belly as he began an ingress inside me that shredded all coherent thought from my brain.

  An incendiary chill shimmered down my spine.

  He pressed deeper, compelling my tight tunnel to spread and stretch and thoroughly, achingly, torturously accept the big blunt intrusion.

  My hips bore up, and he finally let my wrist go. Unable to do anything but cling to him, I flung my arms around his shoulders, moaning deliriously as my pussy took every single long thick inch.

  I cried out loudly when he withdrew. A lewd wet suction sound filled the room. My pussy pulled at his cock, desperate to keep him buried balls-deep inside.

  But he left my body completely. I looked down to see his shiny veiny shaft an instant before he slammed back into me.

  “Zane!” My fists pummeled his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to feel the impact.

  He invaded me again and again with such savage thrusts, I’d have been pushed off the bed if not for his unyielding hands holding me in place beneath him. He utterly and completely destroyed my body with the most mind-blowing pleasure a male could deliver.

  I shuddered from the impact, breasts bouncing.

  He started growling, lips curling up off his teeth, eyes shards of gleaming gilt light almost like strobes that heated my body even more.

  His second cock rubbed deliciously between us, drizzling precum that added to the lush wet warmth between our colliding bodies.

  “Astrid!”

  His nostrils flared. His neck corded. His embedded cock throbbed.

  He palmed my ass to draw me up so I was completely impaled on his plowing dick.

  A hoarse scream sheared from my lips seconds before his cock thumped heavily inside me. He swelled even more, and then his climax crashed against mine.

  Great bolts of cum jetted from him, and I felt every single gout of hot seed splashing into my very depths.

  Writhing as he held me locked against him, I yelled until my voice broke. I orgasmed as all the nerves stretched tight in my body finally unraveled.

  Sweat covered both our bodies. Sweat and cum and lust.

  But Zane wasn’t finished.

  He said nothing as he pulled out, but he used his thumbs to spread my labia open. And when his seed began dripping from me, his growl became ten times more savage.

  Flipping me to my knees, he pressed the back of my head until I rested my forehead on the bedding.

  I looked beneath.

  He lined up his second cock.

  With no warning, he rammed me to the fullest depth. His strength, his length, his girth stole my breath again, but I rounded my hips. I kept driving back for more dick.

  His hands roamed to my front, and he grasped my heavy breasts—the two handholds he used to pummel the juicy meaty cock inside me.

  Every time he emptied one cock in me—through each of my climatic eruptions—he came back at me with the other phallus, filling me over and over again.

  He was tireless.

  Our arousal unbound.

  Fucking one another with insatiable abandon.

  In the end, after too many rounds of body-wracking, skin-sizzling, mind-boggling orgasms to count, we lay amid the wreck of the bedding. Our limbs tangled and twined together, as did our tongues.

  I fell back, nestled against his side, blissfully well used and well loved.

  “Now do you believe me when I say I’m unashamed?” Zane murmured against my hair that had dampened and dried and dampened again.

  “Oh God yes.” Propping up on my elbows, I gave him a flirty smile that was so unlike me, but then I’d just been thoroughly ravaged by the man. “But feel free to prove it to me again anytime you want.”

  An arrogant smile curved his mouth. “I fully intend to.”

  ****

  Thankfully there were no interruptions that afternoon or through the night. Although I suppose if there had been, we probably wouldn’t have heard anything anyway, we were so completely caught up in one another.

  We ate and drank and cleaned each other in the bath that was more like a small pool. Sluicing water over sleek skin, we splashed and played, and Zane had me twice more before he let me sleep.

  A sense of tense urgency again settled over him the next morning. I assumed it had something to do with his bastard of an uncle, but I didn’t press the issue. Not even when he had me dressed in more formal garb, which immediately made me suspicious.

  The gown was a flowing blue that matched my eyes, slightly less revealing than the one I’d worn the first night.

  He wore his usual leather pants, cladding his chest in a metal plate with more detail than the one I’d seen him in before. The same with the gauntlets clasped over his thick forearms.

  Brushing my hair back from my shoulders, Zane murmured in appreciation as he took me in. He pulled a blue jewel—as large as a baby’s fist and multifaceted—out of nowhere.

  Behind me, his voice ghosted along my neck as he threaded the chain around my throat. “This is for my princess. The zlilue stone.”

  His warm lips left a moist spot on my bare shoulder and sent shivers down my spine.

  The twinkling jewel nestled in my cleavage, setting off the creamy flesh.

  Pivoting me around, he looked as if he wanted to devour me once again, and I tingled between my legs in heady anticipation.

  But there was a knock at the door, and then I heard Prairie’s shout from just beyond.

  His hand settling low on my spine, Zane ushered me from the chamber. “We are expected.”

  Outside, Prairie—glowing—X—scowling—and Magnar, Jedrek, and Dex waited.

  Prairie tugged my hand into hers. “’Bout damn time. I was beginning to think Zane here had tied you to the bed.”

  “That was last night,” I answered jauntily.

  Prairie gurgled a laugh, and Zane looked down at me in surprise at my sudden brazenness.

  Magnar wisely kept his mouth shut that time.

  “Come.” Prairie pulled at me, and Dex and Jedrek—the two huge males—comically trailed her like puppy dogs more than guard dogs.

  Both X and Zane grumbled at coming second place as the queen of Zenithia took me under her wing.

  “Where are we going?” I asked the pretty redhead.

  “To the arena.”

  “What’s happening?”

  “Meh. I don’t know exactly, but there’ll be loads of half-naked buff dudes on the training grounds.” She sent me a long wink.

  I glanced back, and X and Zane wore identical peevish expressions.

  I struggled to contain my laughter, keeping pace with Prairie.

  “Heard you whupped ass on the boys’ asshole uncle yesterday. Nice one.” She ringed her arm through mine.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Zane

  WHUPPED ASS ON my uncle then fucked my cocks into oblivion.

  In the zlilue blue gown, Astrid looked stunning. But then, she was gorgeous in anything, and especially nothing at all . . . most definitely when she was totally naked and covered in my cum.

  She swept ahead with Prairie, the two trading jokes like they were long lost friends.

  I was glad she had Prairie to talk to, but I wanted Astrid by my side more than anything else.

  A dark mood settled over me, the prospect of coming up against Uncle at the arena almost wiping clean the afternoon and night of pure predatory passion spent with Astrid.

  But then her hips swayed just-so in front of me.

  X watched his pregnant mate with the same unshakable intensity.

  “Broth
er, we got it bad,” I said.

  A fleeting smile slid over his mouth. “Just wait ’til you knock Astrid up. A thousand times worse.”

  “Not sure she’ll be staying with me.”

  “Magnar seems to think you’re hitting it off.”

  “I said he’s tapping that hard,” came Magnar’s muttered comment.

  Suddenly I was relieved the females walked several feet ahead.

  “Maybe it’s time for you to settle down.” I glanced at Magnar.

  He got that look of Who? Me? I recognized from myself before Astrid had happened.

  “Where’s Kerta?” I asked X.

  “She’s already there.”

  “And Mother?”

  “She likes her brother even less than we do.”

  “So she’s giving the ceremony a royal miss?”

  “Queen Superior and all that.”

  Outside, the paths were lined with Zenithians by the hundreds. From behind, I saw Astrid’s shoulders straighten, and her head swiveled as she took in the sight of our people out in force, waving flags, shouting cheers, clapping hands.

  Their voices dimmed as we approached, and when we passed alongside the gathered throng, they lowered their heads as if commanded by a silent voice.

  “You’ll get used to being one of the popular kids.” I heard Prairie advise Astrid. “Besides, being a royal comes with its perks. Like singlehandedly getting the king to do away with slavery because I rate so much he knows better than to argue.”

  Beside me, X sputtered. “Insolent female.”

  “You’re not complaining.” I chuckled.

  Astrid turned her head to Prairie. “Slavery? It’s true?”

  Her question went unanswered because we entered the arena where the commotion swelled. People surged to their feet, everyone turned out in their very best garb.

  The populace—gathered together on this day like a brightly colored sea—parted way as Jedrek and Dex led our procession to the royal box. Magnar took up the rear.

  As soon as we entered the opulent open-air enclosure, more cheers rippled through the crowd, a deafening roar from the Zenithians.

  Kerta, who was already seated, dangled a goblet from one lax hand and sighed loudly. “’Bout time.”

  She sounded strangely like Prairie had earlier.

  My sister rose to greet Astrid and Prairie alike, bussing their cheeks in a familiar gesture. She’d been so hardened before Prairie arrived, it was almost like seeing a new female.

  Perhaps it was her time to mate too.

  I wound my way to Astrid, finally tucking her by my side. Her mouth gaped open at the spectacle—this was her first time seeing the Zenithian race in all our splendor and majesty.

  Her wonderment visible, she leaned against the arm I ran around her waist. And I knew she wished she had the zPad with her right then so she could record the festivities, the fanfare, the fact of this existence.

  The crowd only calmed—and then just for a moment—when Uncle marched onto the field below.

  “That bastard again?” Astrid’s eyes narrowed.

  Kerta snorted. “That’s pretty much how we all feel about the dickhole.”

  Magnar leaned forward. “This is basically the only time he comes to the palace—”

  “Well that’s lucky for him because I still want to ram my foot up his ass.” Astrid—sweet, smart Astrid—showed her sassy side.

  I threaded our fingers together as the rest of them chuckled.

  “This is just his annual inspection of potential warriors for the Valkrane,” Kerta finished explaining where Magnar left off.

  Astrid merely grunted in response. She remained cold beside me until the recruits paraded onto the field, humans among them for the first time since X and Prairie had abolished the slave caste, even granting them back pay for years of servitude. I gained a small amount of satisfaction knowing how Uncle felt about Homo sapiens. He had no choice but to accept them into his program now.

  “More humans!” Shouting, Astrid raised half off her seat.

  “Mm hmm. Buff male studs. Like I said.” Prairie leaned forward like she was lusting for a closer look. “I might have to trade X in for a newer model.”

  “Meehri,” X grumbled.

  I grinned, Prairie’s delight in torturing my brother was legendary. Even Astrid laughed momentarily.

  Her gaze pivoted back and forth as the males below sweated through rigorous exercises, hoping to impress Uncle with their endurance and prowess. They demonstrated their great skill with a variety of hand-to-hand combat moves and agile attacks using a multitude of weaponry.

  Even I was caught up in the violent pageantry of it all until Astrid shot straight up from her seat to scream, “COZMO!”

  Cozmo.

  The male Astrid had been pining over.

  That image again—only this time translated to living flesh and blood, I discovered, when Astrid pointed to a particular would-be warrior down in the arena. The man, slightly older than her imaginings, waved a red flag of jealousy in front of my very face just by being real.

  The strapping blond human stared up into the stands, and Astrid wailed his name again.

  Before I could stop her, she rushed from the box, gathering the skirts of her gown in both hands. I hurried after her, Magnar close behind. With no thought to propriety, she barged through a band of warriors and out onto the training ground.

  No one could miss her, running with her blue gown fluttering behind her. When I grabbed her around the waist, she flung a vicious glare at me and wrenched free.

  Uncle, incensed, began to stalk over, but I scowled at the man from such heavy brows he stopped dead in his tracks. He watched me follow Astrid, squinting, lips pulled in tight between his teeth.

  I knew I’d be hearing more scathing words from him later, but he wasn’t my concern right now.

  “Astrid?” The sweaty male stared in stunned confusion before a huge smile glimmered on his lips. “Astrid!”

  I felt like my hearts were being ripped out of my chest when she raced straight into the arms he opened for her.

  Sinking back on my heels, I swallowed the growing lump in my throat as they embraced. Astrid cupped his face in both hands, drawing him down to smatter kisses all over his cheeks.

  Magnar stopped beside me. “This doesn’t look good for you.”

  The fear of losing Astrid right here, right now . . . the pain was greater than any that’d ever been inflicted on me before.

  When I could hold back no longer, I shoved trainees out of my way, striding to the couple.

  “Astrid,” I said with a voice that barely worked, a voice hardly heard above the utter mayhem she’d caused by entering the arena to take another man in her arms.

  Pulling back reluctantly, she spread her hands over his shoulders. Then she hit me with bright blue eyes so full of scorn my hearts twisted again.

  “You need to come back to the stands,” I entreated, palm lifted to her.

  “Like hell I do!” Spinning toward me, she stomped closer.

  “You can’t be seen like this with another male.”

  “He’s my brother!” She pushed me back, both hands slamming against my chest. “And you abducted him?”

  Flabbergasted, I looked between her and the man. Cozmo. Her brother?

  Her brother.

  Not her lover.

  I bent forward, hands braced on my knees as overwhelming relief spun through me.

  Relief that quickly collapsed when Astrid raised her palm and sailed a stinging slap across my face.

  Stunned, I stopped breathing completely. In my periphery, Uncle looked as though he wanted to bring corporeal punishment down upon my mate.

  “You said you didn’t know Cozmo!”

  “I don’t. He was a slave.” I spread my hands wide.

  “You abducted and enslaved my brother?”

  Oh. Shit.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Astrid

  “BUT I DIDN’T HAVE anything to
do with him being here.” Zane moved until he shielded me from everyone else, and his voice lowered. “Besides, he’s free now.”

  “He’s free now?” I screeched, tempted to smack Zane again, but my palm still stung from the last blow.

  “All humans were given a choice to stay here or be returned to Earth.” He looked completely perplexed by my outburst.

  “How does that matter in the least little bit when they were kidnapped in the first place?” Torn by turbulent emotions—joy at finding Cozmo, such undaunted anger at Zane I wanted to spit, the realization I was making a massive scene—I moved to stand by my brother’s side.

  “Meehri, please.” Zane’s eyes were just as tumultuous as my wildly ranging feelings.

  “I’m not going back to the royal box or anywhere else with you, your highness.”

  I had no doubt he could manhandle me out of the training grounds if he truly wanted to. Instead, Zane slowly dipped his head and stepped aside.

  I heard him ordering Magnar to stay on my detail.

  “Cozmo.” I smiled up at him, tears dampening my eyes. “Take me to your quarters.”

  After having watched my standoff with the Prince of Zenithia, Cozmo frowned. But he took my arm and escorted me from the arena.

  Our exit was met by stunned silence.

  Trembling beside him, I bit my lip and controlled my tears until we made it to a secluded path.

  Then all bets were off. Tears blinded me. I would’ve collapsed if Cozmo hadn’t caught me.

  “Hey.” His hands smoothed my hair back. “Hey, sis. It’s okay. It’s all okay now.”

  Magnar hung back while I wept, silently shaking in my brother’s arms.

  “This is so weird,” he whispered. “You used to be taller than me.”

  I snuffled a laugh, drawing back to dry my cheeks.

  “Come on. I’ll show you where I live. They didn’t chain me up in a dungeon or anything.”

  In another area of the palace grounds, Cozmo led me to a building butted up against many others, a sleek neat abode with tall narrow windows and inside the décor was much the same as in the palace. Clean and streamlined, a few rooms all glowing with light that seemed embedded in the walls themselves.