Human Surrender: Five Dark Sci-Fi Alien Romance Novellas

by Renee Rose

  She rolled in his arms to face him. “How?”

  He leaned up on one elbow. “Would you wear my crystals?”

  The fact he asked her, rather than dictated, meant something—thought she wasn’t sure what. “Does that mean you would pierce me?”

  He nodded, tweaking one of her nipples. “Yes. I’d pierce these. And your navel. Your ears, too, if you like.” He brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You say the crystals make your intuition stronger. Perhaps wearing them will make it even more so. You’ll be my own personal oracle.”

  “Do I have a choice?”

  He stilled and his expression grew sober. “Do you not wish to be my female?”

  She blinked rapidly, moisture gathering at her lashes, her chest so full it hurt. “Is that what wearing your crystals would mean?”

  He nodded. “Zandian males adorn their females to show their attachment.”

  “I do—” Her voice cracked. “I do want to be your female, Zander.”

  His lips stretched into a satisfied smile. He stroked a hand up her throat to cup her chin. “I will take good care of you, little human. I promise.”

  Her heart thudded. She almost didn’t ask it—she didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she had to know. “Am I still your slave?”

  He smirked. “Yes. Always, Lamira. You serve. I rule. You like it that way.”

  She wanted to deny it, but he had her numbers—literally—in the constant readout of his armband. “Will I ever be allowed off this pod?”

  Once more, his lips curved into a wicked grin. “Only if you’re a good little slave.”

  As always, when he reinforced his ownership over her, her pussy clenched. He tilted his head and claimed her mouth, and she lifted her lips to meet his.

  Yes, she belonged to him—body and heart and soul. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

  Epilogue

  Lamira sat up, the luxurious sheets falling away from her naked form. She slept so much more now that she was pregnant, and Zander didn’t mind if she spent half the morning dozing in his sleepdisk.

  He sat working on his invasion plans, a hologram of his planet up and slowly rotating.

  “My lord—” She could scarcely make her lips and tongue move, she’d been awakened from such a deep slumber by her knowing.

  He swiveled and smiled, his eyes dropping to her swollen breasts, now pierced and adorned with his crystals.

  “The being you seek is here in the pod.”

  He lifted a quizzical brow. “I don’t understand.”

  Zander hadn’t shared his takeover plans, but she’d gleaned enough through clairvoyance and observation.

  “Do you seek someone with an army? Someone you can pay to wage a war?”

  He nodded, his gaze growing sharp.

  “That being is here, now. In the crystal bath.” It was the one planet rotation of the week when the Zandian public were invited to use the crystal baths or visit with the prince. Zander had pushed his visitation time back to afternoon that day because the traffic had been light and he liked to spend more time with her now that she carried his child.

  Zander’s lip curled doubtfully. “A Zandian? With an army?”

  She nodded and scooted out of bed, a sense of urgency driving her forward. “He’s been here before but you have not met. I...I don’t think he likes the idea of royalty. But he requires the crystal recharge all the same.” She yanked on her clothing.

  Zander stood and walked briskly to the door. “Will you know him when you see him?”

  She swept past him into the corridor. “I’m not sure. Maybe you will.” She shoved back the moment of doubt she always had about her claircognizance. There was no mistake. The feeling had been so strong.

  Zander strode beside her, one hand at her lower back, the other on the handle of his sword. They reached the crystal baths just as the door slid open and a huge warrior walked out. He did not appear much older than Zander—perhaps five or ten solar cycles, but he bore scars and the lines of a being who had led a tough life.

  His eyes flew open when he saw her, then took on a menacing glare. “You,” he snarled.

  Her heart jumped in her throat. He thought he knew her? How?

  Zander shoved her behind him and slid his sword partway out of the scabbard.

  The warrior ignored him, even though he was his prince and ruler. “What are you doing here, Lily? I can’t imagine you think I’d ever be happy to see you again.”

  “You’re speaking to Lamira,” Zander growled.

  She craned her neck around to see past her muscled master. “How do you know my sister?”

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  Acknowledgements

  Thank you for great beta reads from Aubrey Cara, Katherine Deane and Lee Savino. I appreciate Kate Richards, who pointed out just how much I like the word “just” (too much!) among other things. Thanks to Alta Hensley for dreaming up the idea of a dark non-con box set and asking me to be a part of it. Sue Lyndon designed this amazing cover and formatted and published the book--she is and always will be my hero.

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  Their Captive Mate

  by

  Kallista Dane

  Chapter One

  ROM

  In the moons’ light, he couldn’t tell the copper-colored soil from the blood on his hands. Her blood, and now his own.

  Sharp rocks and gritty sand crystals tore open his battered fingers and still he dug. He welcomed the pain. Physical pain, he understood. He could treat it; he could heal it. The gaping wound in his soul had no cure.

  “Ayiieeee!”

  Beside him, Ryn stopped digging, lifted his face to the moons, and howled. His voice echoed on the windswept plain, becoming a thousand voices, as though the Sacred Ones had breached the wall between this world and their own to join them in their grieving.

  No prayers to the Sacred Ones would bring her back. Their Mate, their beloved Zara. They’d arrived too late to save her. And, in self-imposed penance, they dug her grave with their bare hands.

  He’d bear the guilt until he drew his last breath. As would Ryn. She’d called to them, over and over. Their Bond with her let them hear it. Screaming their names at first then moaning. Finally, only in her thoughts. “I love you, Rom. I love you, Ryn.”

  But they’d roamed much farther than they planned that day, following the trail of twin stag norendaals. By nightfall, they were congratulating each other on bringing down the biggest game in this mooncycle’s hunt. They’d been talking about hosting a feast for the village when her first horrible scream tore through their heads.

  It wasn’t only the screams. The Bond let
them see it all through her eyes, feel everything those monsters did to her. Five of them. Five filthy sky pirates broke into their home. Zara grabbed the sword and shield over the fireplace and faced them down. Though primitive, those weapons were her only defense. When they began talking about having children, she’d insisted they lock away all the others.

  “You might as well get used to it ahead of time,” she declared. “It’s too dangerous to have them lying around. Children always want to play with what their daddies have.”

  The pulsar and the redshift light Taser that could have saved her life were safely stored away in a locked trunk under their bed. The only keys banged against their chests on matching gold chains as they raced through the forest toward her, side by side. They’d been fools not to see to it that she had a key too.

  For the first time in his life, Rom cursed the Bond. He didn’t have the option of closing his eyes or looking away. The attack played out in his head as it was happening. The pirates stormed into their house and stopped dead at the sight of a bronze-skinned six foot tall Amazon woman holding a metal shield and a broadsword. They stared at each other in disbelief. One of them let out a raucous laugh and sauntered toward her, waving a hand at the sword. He had graying hair twisted into a stringy braid hanging halfway down his back.

  “And what do you plan to do with that?” Turning to the others, he grinned, inviting them to share the joke. His body jerked and he followed their stunned gazes down to the floor, where his hand lay, fingers still twitching. His face drained of all color as he stared in disbelief at the bloody stump at the end of his arm then let out a high-pitched scream.

  Zara twirled the broadsword. “Any more questions?”

  With a fierce stab of pride, he watched her fight them. Watched her twirl and slash, slicing open one man’s thigh, nicking the rib of another. Watched as they surrounded her. Overpowered her.

  The man with the missing hand huddled in a corner, rocking back and forth, his arm wrapped in a shirt of Ryn’s she’d been mending. “Make the bitch pay,” he muttered.

  They wrestled her to the floor, tore off her clothes. She shrieked and raked their faces with her nails. Flailed out at them, arms and legs flying. The one whose hand she’d taken off got up, drew back his foot, and gave her a vicious kick.

  Though it nearly broke his heart to do it, Rom joined with Ryn to send her a desperate plea. “Don’t fight them, my love. Let them do what they will, just so they keep you alive. We’re coming. I swear.”

  She’d heard it. They knew because she curled onto her side, wrapping her arms around her body. The pirate kicked her again and then again before sinking to the floor and prying her knees apart. He pulled out his limp prick with his remaining hand and tried to ram it into her. The man flew into a fit of rage when he couldn’t perform. He ordered the rest of his men to take her. All of them, in every way.

  Rom forced himself to open fully to the Bond. To watch every move, memorize every line of the man’s face, every mark on his body. Until he’d be able to pick him out of a crowd if all he saw was a glimpse of one ear and the jawline. This man was dead. He just didn’t know it yet.

  Zara screamed and closed her eyes.

  Oh Sacred Ones! This was worse. He couldn’t see anymore. Only her thoughts and feelings came through now, flooding his brain, pouring into his body. Pain, revulsion… and frantic fear. But not for herself. Knowing they were watching, she murmured words of comfort to them, mixed with desperate prayers for their safety. Later, half out of her mind, she muttered random phrases. Finally only his name and Ryn’s, over and over.

  It went on forever. The monsters took turns. One slamming into her pussy while another shoved his cock down her throat. Then they rolled her over and every one of them fucked her in the ass. . Rom ran full out, draining every cell of all the energy it possessed. His heart thudded against his ribs and his only fear was that it would explode before he got to her. When he thought he couldn’t take another step, Ryn kept him going by sheer will.

  He knew. The moment it happened, he knew. He didn’t even have to look at his brother. He heard her sweet voice so clearly. “I love you, Rom. I love you, Ryn. I will always love you.” Then it dimmed, fading away slowly like the echoes of Ryn’s mournful cry. He stumbled into his brother’s arms, and they fell to their knees, keening.

  They hadn’t spoken a word since. There was no need. Like all male creatures on Cephaia, they’d been born identical twins. Other twins, on other worlds, might share thoughts, even feelings. On their planet, the link went deeper. What Ryn heard, saw, felt the touch of, even tasted, Rom did as well. Ryn’s joy was his joy. Ryn’s pain, his pain. Sharing not only the same DNA, but what his people called their essence.

  They loved her as one, with no jealousy. No argument. Each receiving pleasure when Zara pleasured the other. How could they not? Knowing the wild thrill of claiming her tight, wet pussy and the heat of her tongue swirling around the head of a throbbing cock at the same time. There could be only one woman for them because, when one gave his heart, the heart of his twin opened as well.

  “It’s deep enough.” Ryn’s voice was gentle in his head.

  Startled, Rom stared down into the hole they’d clawed. He’d been digging mindlessly, not realizing his brother had stopped long ago. He met Ryn’s eyes. “How can we put her in there… and then walk away?” The words sounded even harsher, spoken aloud.

  Ryn flinched as though he’d been struck.

  “It may not ease your grief, Brother, but in my heart I know the Mate we love will not lie here in the ground. The Sacred Ones sent her to us with no promise it would last for our lifetimes. We made the choice freely, to love and cherish her. Now They have taken her home. Her Soul lives on, safe and at peace in the arms of the ancestors. She waits for us to join her. We brought only her body here, to honor the ways of her people. To leave her bones on this windswept plain, the closest place we have to the world from which she came. A place where she found beauty and majesty, though we see only desolation.”

  RYN

  Rom took in his surroundings, his expression as bleak as the dry, lifeless plain around them.

  “Zara.” He made the word a blessing, a prayer. A farewell. Crumpling into a fetal position on the ground, he buried his face in his hands, giving way at last to the tears he’d refused to shed.

  Ryn laid a hand on his back then rose, stiffened his shoulders, and headed for the outcropping of rocks where they’d left her body. He and his brother might look the same, sound the same, share the same essence. But the Gods in their wisdom had given each of them different strengths. When Rom faltered as they raced home, he’d been able to call on a will he never knew he possessed. Keep them both going beyond the point where either one alone would have died of exhaustion.

  Now, when he feared Rom’s grief might make his twin crawl into the grave and lie there with Zara, waiting for his own death, he needed to summon up strength enough for both of them again.

  They’d wrapped Zara in her favorite cloak, the one made from the soft white coat of a mountain orax. Zara had taken in the motherless creature when she found it wandering alone on one of her solitary trips into the wilderness. So tiny she carried it home and raised it as a pet. She’d mourned when it died, and they’d had it sheared and its fur woven into a cloak as a remembrance for her. Now it would keep her warm forever.

  He knelt, scooping her into his arms, and realized what he’d told Rom was true. Their Zara was gone. Her body felt lighter. He’d swept her up and carried her off to their bed this way often enough to know the difference.

  It made no sense that her soul could have weight and mass. Yet their woman had taken the spark of life given to her by the Sacred Ones and ignited it into a blaze of fiery passion and boundless joy big enough to encompass all three of them. A soul powerful enough to do that must be measurable somehow. Why not by the feel of his beloved in his arms?

  He hadn’t truly believed the words he spoke to Rom. Not until this mome
nt. Now, even in the midst of grief and loss, he felt a measure of comfort. Their beloved Mate would not lie here all alone for eternity. She was already far away. He and Rom would go through the motions of life without her. Eat, sleep, perform their duties. But they’d never be truly alive again. She’d taken their hearts with her.

  Four months later

  CASS

  She heard the footsteps drawing closer. Braced herself, wrapping the thin blanket around her naked body. The door to her cell flew open, banging against the wall.

  Ryn stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. Their bodies were the same. Tall, with powerful shoulders and arms, broad chests packed hard with muscle. But she knew it was Ryn. Something about the set of his shoulders. And his scent was slightly different. The same musky, virile aroma that made her pulse race whenever they came near her, just not as pungent as Rom’s.

  He stood, motionless, staring in at her. He’d had the dream again. Relived the night Zara died. He only came like this, alone in the middle of the night, when he had the dream. It had taken her a long time to figure that out. But she’d had little to do chained in her cell night after night other than analyze every aspect of their behavior—except on the nights when Ryn came to her. A white-hot flash of anger poured through her at what she knew was to come. Yet, at the same time, her pussy clenched and she felt a flood of dampness between her legs.

  That she could detect the difference between them by their scent alone had come as a surprise, although not as much as discovering the effect it had on her. Earthers knew very little about the Cephaians. Apparently the males on this planet exuded powerful pheromones when they became aroused. She didn’t know what that did to Cephaian females, but inhaling those pheromones awakened a savage hunger in her, more intense than any sexual desire she’d ever felt before. Touching his body, having him touch her, magnified the effect. She fought it, fought him, every time. But it seemed as though the harder she fought, the more she resisted, the stronger it grew.