Purchased: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Rebels of Sidyth Book 1)

by Sabrina Kade

  I can’t take much more.

  “I want to talk afterward,” I say.

  She shakes her head. “I want to make sure everyone is safe. Most of the girls are ready to leave the room.”

  “Already?” Hujun sounds annoyed. “But I thought—”

  “If they are ready then we will prepare accordingly,” I say, silencing Hujun before Blythe snaps. As much as I love to watch my Chosen sass my brothers, I also want to give her pleasure before I explode in my pants.

  “You mean it?” Blythe looks surprised, and the expression on her face is enough to remind how important this is. And so, despite the ache of need growing, I try to focus on her and the things that will make her happy. Because I know Blythe is most enthused during pleasure when she isn’t miserable.

  “I mean it,” I say. “Though there are a few who I am going to have to speak to privately before we engage in a full interaction.”

  “Full interaction?” she asks. “You mean like a meet and greet?”

  “I am not sure I understand the wording, but yes, I would like the human women to meet all of the interested Sidyths in a social gathering of some sort. So Azan, Hujun, Taylis, myself and other trusted brothers can keep a watch and make sure there is no funny business.”

  “And the girls in the other lair?” she asks hopefully.

  “They will remain separated for now,” I say. “So not to overwhelm everyone. Please trust in me, Blythe. They will be safe until it is a good time. The ones I have watching over them care not about choosing a mate. They are too young or simply disinterested.”

  “No man turns down a whore,” a voice calls from beyond the curtain in the Gathering Room.

  I suppress the snarl in my throat and turn back Blythe. “Perhaps it would be better if we continued this conversation in our room?”

  She nods slowly. Fuck, she’s not even arguing with me anymore about calling it our room. How can she think I’ll be able to focus until I’ve tasted the juices between her thighs again? Or at least grabbed several handfuls of those massive breasts? My cock is growing hard again, so rather than risk losing control, I gently escort Blythe away from my brothers and the Gathering room.

  My mind races as we move, and I try to take the numbers and names of those who I may need to keep a close eye on when the human women are allowed more freedom. Taylis, for sure – especially after his earlier behavior with Blythe. And Iriel as well. I’m still not sure if he wants my mate, or wants to piss me off, but I am going to have Azan keep a watchful eye on him. Azan’s annoying little brother, Dolan, can also be quite… invasive when excited; so I have to make sure he does not frighten any of the women further with his attention. Cade could also be a problem if he can charm human women half as well as he can charm Sidyth women. Chocal is not a concern. Glykoran has still not recovered since his exile. He should not be a problem.

  I run through a few more names in my head, including the ones in the first lair, and find Cade, Iriel, and Dolan are going to be my biggest problems. I make a note to have Hujun run to the second and to make sure everything is okay before I take Blythe or any of the other women. I don’t want there to be any surprises. The entire future with these women is a straw house on a windy day. A single gust could ruin everything, and I didn’t want to take any chances. I have come so far.

  Back in the room though, I lose control as I shut the curtain and Blythe’s arms wrap around my waist and give me a tight squeeze.

  “Thank you again.”

  “You have to stop thanking me for every little thing,” I say gently, turning around in her grasp and lowering to kiss her. There’s a trace of arousal on my tongue when I dip to taste the air around me, and my cock throbs, wanting more than this. I don’t want to talk. I want to give her pleasure. I want to taste her.

  “You’re not going to be able to wait, are you?” she asks in a husky voice. “You’ve been rock hard since I left the room. Asking you to talk about other women almost seems like a punishment for both of us, doesn’t it?”

  I’m growing greedier. I want her touch. I want her juices on my tongue.

  I easily cup my Chosen’s round ass and lift her into the air before pressing her back to the nearest solid wall, so I don’t have to stoop so much to kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck, allowing her tongue to dance with mine as the kisses grow deeper.

  “Those scales,” she moans between kisses. “I’ll never get over the fact that you have scales on your tongue.”

  I grin, growing more confident. These past few days have been different. Blythe wants me almost as much as I want her. And considering how afraid she was of me a few days ago, I cannot ask for more. Her fingers trail across my hair and neck, and my cock manages to swell to something worthy of a sword fight as we continue. Moaning with pleasure as her legs wrap around my waist, her enormous breasts press against my chest.

  “Oh God,” she mutters, calling once again to one of her deities while I prepare to give her pleasure.

  I bury my head against her neck and start a long trail of tasting with my tongue. It’s so easy to lick her because she’s so tiny. I can lick her from ear to jaw in one long trail without any trouble. She’s delicious.

  “Fuck me,” she mutters. My favorite statement ever.

  “You shouldn’t say that so easily,” I mutter, pulling her back away from the wall and dropping her to the floor. I’m so turned on that I don’t have confidence I’ll make it to the bed without coming so I drop to my knees and quickly remove my shorts. My cock springs are free, excited that we are about to give Blythe pleasure again, and I give it a playful stroke as Blythe eyes it hungrily.

  “Better than anything on a Lucky Charms box.”

  I don’t have the slightest idea what she’s talking about.

  “Take off your top,” I hiss, but not in a cruel way.

  I want to see those breasts – free and available for attention – just like my cock.

  Oh. Stars and Moons. She’s almost as turned on as I am. Her breasts spring free, and I’m already on her like a blanket before she’s tossed her top aside. Her skin tastes earthy, and the heavy scent of her arousal hits me like a spar to the face from Azan. I’m quickly working my way to her breasts, to that strange hole in her tummy, down to her pussy which is dripping to the dirt floor. I groan excitedly and drop my head, cupping the entire area with my mouth and lap what’s already fallen in one quick motion. She shivers with pleasure, and I lap up her juices more carefully, allowing my tongue to start at the bottom of her folds and work its way up, dragging it along so she can enjoy the scales she likes so much.

  “You taste incredible,” I mutter between licks. “Spread wider for me.”

  She moans, and wordlessly does as I command, giving me easier access to the deliciousness between her thighs, and without warning, she grips my hair, as though trying to pull me deeper inside.

  “Patience,” I hiss.

  “Says the man who didn’t want to talk first, oh, fuck me!” she squeals as I thrust my tongue inside of her, flicking it roughly inside. “Oh fuck me! That’s it! You found it! You found it!” Her voice grows more excited, and though I’m not exactly sure what I’ve found, I know Blythe is incredibly aroused. Wanting to give her more of this, I repeat the action, and she keeps screaming over and over again that I’ve found something.

  I want to ask, but I’m not going to stop pleasuring her with my mouth to do so.

  And so I keep my mouth where it is and drag it slowly against the spot that makes her the wildest, and suddenly her thighs tighten as her orgasm arrives. She’s strong when she comes, but I welcome it as she shivers and shakes, calling for the various deities she must have worshiped on her homeland. I welcome the slight pain she gives me when she comes, tugging forcefully at my hair.

  “Fuck me!” she squeals, right as I mount her and thrust my dick inside.

  I can only take so much of her screaming without wanting to take pleasure of my own. I’m close though, and it only takes a
few strong thrusts before I come inside, filling her so deeply that when I pull away, a large puddle mixes into the earth below our bodies. She’s still experiencing aftershocks, so it’s a pleasant ending for both of us as I collapse atop her, taking a few deep breaths.

  She grips me tightly with her tiny hands as we come down from the glorious high we created together, but curiosity is still tickling as I pull away.

  “Found what?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

  “Huh?”

  “You said I found something right before you came,” I say. “What was it I found?”

  She laughs. I want to feel offended, but I’m so happy and fulfilled that I can’t find any reason to be upset.

  “Tell me,” I insist.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she says. “I have no doubt you’ll find it again.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Blythe

  That clever bastard found my G-spot, and he doesn’t even realize it. I’m still laughing about it well into the morning, but there’s also a sense of nervousness floating around. Today is going to be the last day that the girls are stuck in the gathering room. Pretty soon, we’re all going to be out and together. Korben even says we’ll be able to go to the surface and possibly to the other lair to check on Phoebe and the others.

  “Are your friends nervous?” I ask, pulling up my skirt after a quick round of sex in the morning. Korben’s still lying in bed with an arm tossed behind his head. He looks strong and sexy, and I can tell he’d like to try for round two, but if we start another round, I’m worried another day will go by, and the only thing I’ll have accomplished is getting multiple orgasms.

  He smiles seductively, not making things any easier. “My brothers? They are excited about having more opportunities to speak with the other women. It doesn’t matter so much to me though; I already have the best.”

  The words make my pussy drip, and I can’t resist crawling back onto him, and kissing him deeply. His hand fists my hair, making me moan with pleasure. It’s almost too easy to get caught up in this assignment. Is it so terrible to go along with this? I know my happiness can’t last forever, that eventually I’m going to have to move on and spread for another alien, but is it so terrible to enjoy the here and now as York says?

  “I’m losing you,” Korben hisses into my ear. His full lips press hard against mine, bringing my focus back to him.

  “I’m right here, baby,” I say, trying not to get lost in my thoughts and worries. I could ask Korben what his plans are. It wouldn’t be difficult. He’s been nothing but upfront with me so far and obliges almost every request I have when it comes to myself or the others. I should ask how long he plans to keep me. Does he want me to carry his child? And when he said he wants to make a better world here than the one he’s lost, does that include me for the long haul? Or is he merely trying to get the next generation born and raised so things can start anew with the Sidyth race with a couple of mixed babies?

  It already hurts to think about losing him, so I decide to let another day go by without answers.

  “I know the girls are nervous,” I say between kisses.

  “Nervous? About what?”

  “About how many of you there are. How big you all are.” I dare to smile. “You’re pretty intimidating; you know that?”

  “Me? Or me as a Sidyth?”

  “Both,” I say. “Do you guys have any weaknesses?”

  He arches a brow curiously, falling back onto the bed after reaching for both of my hands. “Are you planning to kill me, Blythe?”

  I laugh. “No, it’s just… for the future,” I say vaguely. “Sidyths aren’t known to have many weaknesses, so I guess it would be nice to know you guys aren’t perfect.”

  “We’re not perfect. Trust me. But as far as weaknesses go, I’m sure you can tell we hate cloudy days and rain. We love the heat, and we love the sun, but it’s difficult for us not to become lethargic when hidden under the clouds.” He points above his head. “That’s why I had so many of these lamps brought in. When we cannot go outside – which is often – we can find solace here.”

  “You must have some badass connections.”

  He hums. “I suppose. It was not hard to obtain these lamps. Finding women that would make good partners for us, that I could afford, and people would not care about, proved to be a much more difficult thing to obtain.” He frowns, squeezing my hands tightly. “Not that I see you women as things.”

  “Of course not.” I blow it off, not wanting a trace of hurt to show in my eyes. But the statement does sting a little. Humans. I had almost forgotten how simultaneously worthless and desired we are. We are the perfect combination for an exiled race to pick up. No one would bat an eye if we all went missing, if the right price was paid.

  “Do you ever think about going back home?” I ask quietly.

  “I am exiled. That is not an option, Blythe.”

  I say nothing else about it as Korben brings me close and kisses my neck. It’s a pleasant enough distraction, but I wonder if having any conversation with Korben is a good idea. We’re on this planet together now, but we are galaxies apart in every other way. He’s royalty. He’s a Sidyth. I’m a human whore. There isn’t a future here.

  So why does my heart ache at the idea of him leaving me behind?

  “My father is stubborn, Blythe.” Korben pulls away. He must have noticed that I’m not interested in anything physical for the first time. “When I told him I did not want to murder a woman he… he was not pleased. I do not foresee him allowing me back home for a long time, if not forever. My brothers have other ideas, but that is crazy to me. Even if my father forgives me, I have no plans to return unless I’m willing to forgive him.”

  “And are you?”

  He sighs. “That is a complicated question. One I am not prepared to think about at this time.”

  I press my lips into a firm line. “I’ve heard your planet is sunny. And hot.”

  “My home is not much different than this one on a sunny day. The temperature is usually… scorching.” He smiles to himself. “I could bask in the sun for hours with my brothers. It is difficult here because sun basking was one of the only ways we would be social, and now we do not have as many days, so we’ve become more isolated within ourselves.”

  This gives me pause. “So you’re telling me you don’t have bromance time anymore because it’s not sunny all the time?” I arch a brow. It seems a little silly.

  “I am not sure I follow, but if you are asking if I see my brothers as much since I was exiled, then the answer is no.” He shakes his head. “We like to keep to our rooms with our lamps and bask. Outside is the place where we like to gather and be social. It’s only natural for us to keep more to ourselves now that our time outside is so limited. I’m sure my father planned for this to happen. He realizes that while we are strong as a group, we are incredibly weak as individuals. It bothers me not.”

  “And…” I lick my lips, “… can I ask how long you’ve been here? You said you were exiled after your refusal to become a man, or whatever? How long is that?”

  “I believe our units of measure are different, but you said you have a translator, correct?” I nod. “I was exiled shortly after my failure to complete my task of mandom. I was twenty years at the time. Do you follow?” Another nod. “And I have been here for four years. Does that also translate?”

  Twenty four years old. Four years in exile.

  “We’re the same age.” I almost can’t believe it. “I’m sure there’s a few months difference, but we’re the same age.”

  “Your age wouldn’t have mattered to me. I knew you were mine the moment I met you.”

  I can’t help smiling. “And what about the others? Are they close to the same age as you?”

  “Some yes and some no. I suppose the youngest here are Dolan, Taylis, and Cade. There are a few others at the other lair who are much younger. Wix might not even be of mandom age yet, or he is close. As for the oldest here, I bel
ieve it is Glykoran. He had a woman and a sprog. He’s got to be close to forty-five.”

  “Wife and a what?”

  “A sprog. I guess humans refer to them as something else?”

  “A child. Or a baby? That’s what you’re talking about, right?”

  His lips pursed. “She was very young.”

  “So a baby. And he still chose exile?”

  “Either that or they would have killed his family. It’s not that bad of a tradeoff. Though I am sure, my father will make the sprog serve my family as a slave in time. He is a cruel man. One of the reasons people are so frightened of Sidyths. My father is one of the reasons I mean to change how people look at us.”

  “But can you truly accomplish that while you’re in exile?” The words are funny on my tongue. “Maybe you should play nice and try to get home again? That way you can at least make a difference on your homeworld and not some prison planet.”

  Korben’s gaze hardens slightly before he pulls his hands out from mine. “Maybe.” He pushes up into a seated position before swinging his lean, toned legs over the side of the bed. I’ve asked too many questions and a million apologies bubble on my tongue.

  “I’m sorry,” I say quietly. “It’s not my place.”

  “You’re right. It’s not.”

  I flinch at his hard tone, but continue to slide closer to him and kiss one of his bare shoulders. “I’m sorry,” I say again. “Forget I said anything, okay? Please?”

  He trembles slightly under my hand. For a moment, I worry I’ve pushed him too far, and he’s going to shove me away. Why shouldn’t he? I’m a whore, and here I am trying to lecture him about royals and diplomacy. But then, to my relief, Korben pats my hand with his.

  “But it might be your place one day,” he rumbles, pulling me around to his front, so I’m sitting on his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist, smiling carefully in hopes of not ruining everything we’ve built these past few days. It’s not much, but it’s something. “We weren’t supposed to talk for this long, you know. The whole idea of having a quickie was to make it quick so we could go see the women.”