King: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Warriors of Kaizon Book 6)

by Luna Hunter

  “Finding a new home for us,” Vukaror answers. “That is what we’ve been doing. We have not betrayed you — we have been trying to save our species. And we have found the answer on Earth. Your treachery will be forgiven… if you lay down your weapons now. Anyone still wielding theirs in five seconds time will be… dealt with.”

  “Listen to him,” Ibalen implores his people. “Earth is paradise; there is food, there is water, and most of all, there are women… but it not a world to be plundered. We must not make the same mistakes again.”

  “Five,” Vukaror growls. “Four.”

  As he continues counting down, over half of the warriors present scramble to lower their weapons. A sizeable portion, however, refuse to do so.

  “Fuck you, Vukaror, and you too, Ibalen,” their leaders calls out. “We still outnumber you. I say we take this world and make it ours!”

  The brothers all exchange a glance and crack their knuckles.

  “Very well,” Vukaror says. “You have made your choice. It will be your last.”

  These De’Riv fellas don’t know who they’re dealing with.

  I cover my ears with my hands as the Kaizon brothers and Ibalen descend upon the mutineers like a pack of enraged bears taking on a flock of rowdy bunnies.

  That’s how skewed the battle is. The brothers make quick work off them, and within minutes the surviving mutineers lay down their weapons and beg for mercy.

  Wranar peels my hands away.

  “Hey. Look at me. It’s over.”

  “Can we go home now?” I ask.

  “Of course. Lets get you home, my nera.”

  14

  Belinda

  All the girls were excited to see me again, and feeling Earth’s familiar grass between my toes was a gigantic relief, but all those good feelings were short lived.

  Wranar collapsed moments after bringing me back home, and lost consciousness. We’ve set up a bed for him in one of the cabins, and I haven’t moved from his side since. Surlok assured he he’s recovering from the many, many wounds he received saving both our butts.

  My protector had over one hundred bullet wounds. How he still had the strength to carry me up all those stairs, and then take on all those men, I will never know.

  Okay, I do have a inkling.

  Only a mated Kaizon can muster such strength, Surlok assured me.

  And yet, we are not mated. Still Wranar protected me, cared for me, saved me. Despite my clumsiness, my worries and my fears.

  “You can’t die,” I whisper to Wranar’s sleeping form. “There’s still so much I have to tell you.”

  “Like what?” Wranar answers.

  I scream out of pure joy and grab his hand.

  “You’re awake?!”

  “If not, I’m having the most wonderful dream,” he says. “I don’t think I could wish for a more beautiful vision to nurse me back to health. What did you want to say?”

  Hot tears burn in my eyes. “That I’m sorry for everything, for getting sucked into that portal, for being rude and dismissive, for breaking that vase, for all the trouble I caused.”

  Wranar strokes my arm gently. “You do not get it, do you, Belinda? Nothing has made me happier than you dropping into my life… literally. Before you came, my life was hard, and to a degree, pointless. You gave me purpose, a goal, a vision of a better world… and we accomplished that. Together.”

  “Oh, Wranar!”

  He gently pulls me towards him until our faces are so close our foreheads are nearly touching.

  “There’s one more thing I’m sorry for,” I whisper.

  “And what is that, my nera?”

  “I am sorry for not letting you kiss me earlier,” I say, my cheeks feeling as hot as the sun. “I am sorry for stopping your hands when they were wandering. I am sorry for scooting away when your cock pushed against me at night. I am sorry for being so afraid of you, when I know deep down that you mean only well.”

  Wranar’s beautiful, kissable lips break out into a big smile. “You are forgiven, my little human… on one condition.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “I need you to kiss me right now.”

  “Done.”

  I lean forward and kiss him my mate deeply. His forked tongue enters my mouth, exploring me, touching me, seducing me one flick at a time. I wrap my arms around Wranar’s strong neck and close my eyes, his wonderful kiss whisking me away from his world.

  Right now, nothing exists except for him and that amazingly skilled tongue of his.

  Okay, his broad jaw, his naughty eyes and this strong, wide shoulders are there as well. So are his powerful arms, his gorgeous abs and his muscled legs…

  Wranar pulls me onto the bed and I straddle his lap. The alien warrior holds me tightly as our bond grows deeper with every kiss.

  “You need to rest,” I say, gasping for breath, my heartbeat out of control. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “I don’t want anything more than you right now,” Wranar growls as he grabs my top and tears the fabric apart with his bare claws. Faith spent hours knitting that for me, and now it’s torn to pieces, my breasts hanging free, Wranar’s hands resting on them as he admires them with an awestruck look on his face that makes me forgive him instantly.

  Faith will just have to forgive him. Or me — it’s my fault for keeping clothes on around my Kaizon mate, after all.

  “Are you sure?” I say. “You are not in pain?”

  Wranar leans forward and takes me hard nipples into his mouth. Pleasure shoots through me like a bullet as his tongue flicks against them, his claws sinking into my soft skin.

  “The only pain I am is the pain of not having claimed my mate yet,” Wranar growls as he buries his face between my breasts. “But I am about to remedy that.”

  I stroke his horns and long, dark hair gently. “Are you, now?” I chuckle.

  His claws sink into my backside, the slightest tingle of pain mixing with the pleasure of this possessive alien manhandling me so.

  “Damn right I am,” he says, smacking my ass so hard I yelp.

  I push my body against his. His thick cock presses right between my legs — he’s naked underneath the thin sheet — and only my pants stands in the way.

  Only my pants protect my virginity.

  Thanks the stars I locked all the doors and windows in our little cabin. I quickly glance at the clock — it’s dinnertime, which means no one is around either. Good.

  The other girls might not care who hears them, but I do. I want this moment to be just for the two of us.

  “Take these off or I’ll rip them in two,” Wranar says as he smacks my ass again.

  I don’t know how fast to jump off him, yank my pants down, taking my panties along with them for good measure and climb back onto his powerful lap. His hands feel so warm and so good as they slide down my lower back and come to rest on my ass. I grab his neck and kiss him all over his gorgeous, rugged face.

  He thugs the sheet covering his naked body down ever so slowly…. And then…

  His hard, warm, throbbing cock slaps against my naked behind with a heavy, sexy, thud.

  Warmth seems to emanate from him and spread through my entire body. I am literally dripping wet, and too turned on to even be embarrassed about it.

  As Wranar squeezes my ass, a wave of anxiety suddenly hits me again.

  I’ve got to tell him.

  “Wranar?”

  “Yes, my nera?”

  “There’s something you need to know.”

  “What’s that?” he says, looking at me with his bedroom eyes.

  “I’m… a virgin.”

  He stops mid-kiss. “What do you mean, my nera?”

  “I guess in your tongue I would say I am… unmated.”

  Wranar rests his hand on my cheek. “Why do you say it like it is a shameful secret, my nera?”

  “Because… that’s what it feels like?” I say. “I’m embarrassed. I’m twenty-three, and I haven’t… you know
. I don’t know what it’s like. I don’t know if I’m any good at it. I don’t want to disappoint. I don’t want—”

  Wranar shuts me up with a deep, long, slow, perfect kiss.

  “I don’t want you to think anymore, my nera,” he commands. “I don’t want you to worry, to fear, to use that sharp mind of yours in any other way than to process all the pleasure that I will be giving you.”

  “That is… acceptable,” I grin.

  “Good. Now, come sit on my face.”

  All the color drains from my cheeks.

  “What now?”

  “I want to taste you, my nera. I want you relaxed, at ease… and wet as fuck when I will claim you.”

  He raises my butt up and lifts me right up. I’m both terrified and excited as I find myself gripping Wranar’s horns as he studies my sex from up close.

  “Wrap your legs around my shoulders,” he commands.

  “Won’t I, uhm, suffocate you?” I ask.

  The alien laughs. “Not a bad way to, drowning in my mate’s wet pussy. I will live, my nera. Now climb on. That is an order.”

  With my legs trembling I follow Wranar’s command. No man’s ever had this view of me before. I’ve never been this exposed, this… vulnerable.

  And I’ve never enjoyed anything so much.

  The way he looks at me is magical, like I’m the most beautiful being in existence. To my embarrassment, he sniffs me.

  “I love your scent,” he growls.

  Before I can mumble a thank you, the alien warrior drags his forked tongue up my wet folds. Pure pleasure hits me like a sledgehammer, and I find myself gripping his horns tightly as my hips buck.

  “Oh my stars,” I gasp. “How’d you do that?”

  “Do this?” he grins as his tongue licks me up and down, coating every inch of me with his alien saliva. Instantly my heart is racing, my sex is soaked and my orgasm is a hair’s breadth away. I had no idea anything could feel this good.

  As his tongue flicks against my swollen pleasure nub once more I come, throaty moans leaving my mouth as I ride the orgasmic wave. Before I’ve even manage to catch my breath, another wave hits me, and then another, and then another.

  Wranar’s got his mouth all over me, and every swipe of that perfect alien tongue of his makes me moan, and every drop of his saliva mixing with my own juices makes my heart palpitate.

  Only when my eyes roll to the back of my head does Wranar release me. He lowers me down onto his lap, the dominant alien grinning at me as I gasp for breath.

  “How’s that for starters, my nera?”

  “That’s only the beginning? Fuck me,” I gasp.

  “I intend to,” he growls.

  He grabs my butt tightly and raises me up. His large, alien cock rests at my entrance, the slightest touch causing me to bite my bottom lip.

  This is it. All my life I wondered how it would happen and if I’d be ready, if I could conquer all of my anxiety and fear and self-doubts…

  And now? Now I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I nod at Wranar. Words don’t need to be spoken anymore.

  My body is his to claim.

  He lowers me down onto his massive manhood gently, opening me up wide, his girth stretching me. For a single moment I fear he’s too big for me, but instead, he feels like the perfect fit. My body was made for his.

  Our souls were made for one another.

  The alpha alien warrior claims me inch after inch, until he’s entirely inside of me. His forehead rests against mine, one hand on my cheek, the other on my ass, while my fingers can’t get enough of touching his broad, strong chest.

  “You are mine,” he growls in that alien tongue of his I’ve grown to love. “You are mine, now and forever. You are my nera, my one.”

  “Yes,” I answer, leaning in for a deep, passionate, spectacular kiss. “I’m yours, Wranar.”

  He pistons into me and I lose all sense of time and place — we’re just two lovers, two soulmates, right where they need to be.

  With a deep, low roar that I feel in my very essence he claims me, his potent alien seed filling me whole. I come at the same time, our tongues entwined, our bodies as one.

  I gasp for breath, planting small kisses all over his gorgeous alien face.

  “I love you, Wranar,” I say. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

  “I love you, too, my Belinda,” he says, his lips curling up into a beautiful smirk. “And this is only the beginning. I intend to claim you from now until the end of time.”

  I nuzzle his cheek and chuckle. “That doesn’t sound bad to me, not bad at all.”

  I know that there’s still a lot of work to be done. Kysus needs to be tamed, the civil war ended, and then we’re faced with the even more daunting task of getting thousands of alien warriors to Earth… without things getting out of hand.

  I’m sure the girls and the Kaizons are discussing all of that right now over dinner. I know that our input will be valuable. I know that we should really get dressed and get some work done.

  But right now, Wranar is still inside of me, and I’m not going anywhere.

  As if he can read my mind, Wranar’s alien cock throbs inside of me, and I gasp for air.

  “Ready for more, my nera?” He smirks, his fangs nipping my bottom lip.

  “So soon?” I say, a shock traveling through my system.

  My hips already push back at him, eager for more, desperate to continue.

  Wranar grips my ass strongly.

  “I told you — I’ve only just begun. And now that your body is used to mine, the real mating can begin.”

  I’m scared.

  But not as much as I am aroused.

  “Show me what you got,” I grin. “I can take it.”

  “Yes. You will take all of me, my beautiful human female, again, and again, and again.”

  Wranar thrusts his hips up, every inch of his alien cock filling me whole, and the jolt of pleasure is so strong and sudden I see stars for a moment.

  Saving Kysus and Earth can wait just a moment longer… or two.

  Or three.

  Or however long it takes to tire out a Kaizon warrior.

  15

  Wranar

  I glide my fingers across Belinda’s soft, perfect body, enjoying the way her skin dimples around my touch. She is the most perfect creature in existence…

  And she’s all mine.

  I claimed her for so long I lost count of the hours, or even what day it is. I don’t even know how long a day last on this alien world.

  But I do know one thing: I am exactly where I need to be. This place is the future for our people. Our salvation.

  Belinda stirs in her sleep. I reach down and kiss her forehead, enjoying the scent of her sweat. Even the most mundane things I find beautiful. The way she sleeps. The way the light hits her hair. The way her nose wrinkles when she laughs.

  As much as I would like to stay here with my mate and enjoy the sunrise together, I cannot. My duty calls. I have a people to guide, a planet to safe.

  Morning mating will have to wait.

  I kiss her one last time, which wakes her up.

  “Whereyogoey?” she mumbles, one arm reaching for me.

  “I must talk to my brothers,” I say as I climb out of our bed.

  “Yougottarestyouknow. Stay.”

  “I am rested and healed, thanks to your good care. I will be back, my nera, don’t you worry. And we will continue right where we left off.”

  She smirks. “Promise?”

  “I promise on all the moons and the suns in the universe, my nera.”

  Vukaror can’t stop grinning when I join him for breakfast. The large wooden table is filled to the brim with fresh, human food, all unfamiliar to me, but the scent pleases me. He explains the various foodstuffs to me — bread, salads, soups.

  “What?” I ask as I sit down. “Is it that obvious?”

  “You are practically glowing,” Vukaror chuckles. “I haven’t seen you wit
h such a spring in your step since you first beat me in the arena. Which, for the record, I let you win.”

  “Lies upon lies,” I say. He’s right. I can’t stop grinning. “Are the other with their mates?”

  Vukaror nods. “They will be in soon. I told them to cut their morning mating short, if such a thing is even possible… for we’ve got a lot of work to do. I had to get up early to feed Ka’de myself.”

  My horns perk up at the mention of his son. “That’s your boy, right? I cannot wait to meet my first nephew!” I say.

  “And he cannot wait to meet his favorite uncle,” Vukaror smirks. “Don’t tell the others I said that or there will be hell to pay.”

  “Is that so?”

  Vukaror nods. “The role of favorite uncle is a hotly contested one… but you’ve always managed to achieve anything you set your mind to, Wranar, so I assume this will be no different. Ah, if it isn’t my least favorite brother, Kerax!”

  I look up in confusion, but is clear to me from Kerax’s chuckle that Vuka didn’t mean that. Kerax stops behind Vuka and squeezes his shoulders.

  “Human humor,” Kerax explains when he sees my confused look. “You’ll learn to appreciate it.” My big brother sits down and starts loading food on his plate. “I’m sure you’re surprised to see me like this.”

  “You have… changed,” I say, searching for the right word.

  Calmed down would be a better way of putting it. Kerax has always been hothead, butting horns with Father and Vukaror repeatedly. Vuka even went as far as snapping off one of his horns after he defeated Kerax after another battle.

  It seems his horn has been repaired now, along with his attitude.

  “That I have,” Kerax nods.

  “Is it because of your mate?” I ask.

  “Aye,” my older brother says. “She has helped me see the world differently… and I am grateful for that.”

  Drarsan, Surlok and Febakur arrive at nearly the same time. Ibalen De’Riv is the last to arrive, and the only one I cannot call my brother.

  I’m not sure I’d even call him a friend.

  “That look is warranted,” Ibalen says when he catches me looking. “But I ask of you to give me a second chance. I have paid for my mistakes — though, perhaps, I can never fully be forgiven. Still, I strive for atonement every single day.”