by Sabrina Kade
After all, why else would I be so curious about the Sidyth with a mask over his mouth who never says anything?
“Still staring,” Ellis smirks towards the doorway, pointedly ignoring her own silent watcher across the room.
“Great.” I roll my eyes and try not to focus on the gigantic barbarian watching me. I have no idea what he’s up to, and I can’t decide whether I’m happy or not about having him observe me so closely. Was he asked to keep an eye on me or something? “Consider yourself lucky no one’s watching you—” and then I stop short, glancing over at Ellis’ sentinel.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. He doesn’t seem terrible.”
“Well, good for you,” I snort.
I turn away from my masked secret admirer, not exactly in the mood to be on display. The past few days have been rough and confusing enough. First, being a space whore isn’t the most glamorous occupation in the galaxy, but at least I’ve come to understand the routine. An alien says to spread my legs? I spread. An alien says he wants pleasure? I give it to him. Alien says he wants to give me pleasure (it happens occasionally), and I accept it. There’s something familiar about the system, but this right now? There’s nothing familiar here.
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Book Three
CHAPTER ONE
Ellis
I hate being weak. I hate being needy even more.
There’s nothing more annoying than listening to York talk dirty to her alien, Azan. I swear to God, she has one of the filthiest mouths I’ve ever heard, making it almost impossible to keep a straight face around Hujun lately. I’m sure I’ve become more of a prude recently, and York’s sex cries cause the hairs on my arm and neck to stand at attention. It’s not York’s fault. Things have been more intense since the incident around Christmas. Lately, I’m relieved when York and Azan go off to their cave beyond the lair because York is a screamer. It’s not that I don’t like things rough, but I’m still recovering, and sometimes York sounds like the sex isn’t consensual.
I have to remember that’s not the case.
Azan’s pleasuring York because she wants him to.
Blythe’s pleasuring an alien prince between pregnant puke sessions because sex is one of the only things she still enjoys.
Until a few weeks ago, Sidyths on Hethdiss like Azan and Prince Korben didn’t seem like anything special. As a woman of twenty-five on the Human Whore tour, I’m not used to seeing anything unusual, for that matter. Aliens of all shapes and sizes love getting pleasured. They’re not usually kind. And they certainly don’t respect humans. At least not the ones I’ve encountered. And why should they respect us? We signed the contract to do this line of work. Now granted, most of us didn’t think we signed up to become star whores, but that’s beside the point. All that matters is the contract was signed, and we’re never going to see Earth or our families again.
Sidyths were just another race of aliens who were cruel to humans. I expected nothing more than having to spread my legs night after night and hope the assignment would end quickly.
But as it turns out, these Sidyths are quite unique. Because unlike those who live on their homeworld, they don’t want to humiliate or murder women simply because they’ve been told all their lives that they’re inferior. These Sidyths wish to treat women kindly.
For months, I almost refused to believe Sidyths could be different than what I’ve always known.
But then I was painfully reminded of how Sidyths behave on their homeworld.
York lets out a loud moan that reaches my ears all the way back at the central lair opening, and I wince slightly, curling into myself as I try to keep the painful memories from overwhelming me. The massive alien standing to my right shifts, noticing my minor distress.
Immediately, memories of Yayk’s cruel hands fade. But only slightly.
“Human women are loud.”
I swallow hard as Hujun lowers to find my eyes. He can keep me centered if I simply focus on his intense, golden eyes. But damn, I always forget how small I am next to him until he bends at the knees so we can talk. Loud noises startle me lately, even when we’re alone, so he keeps his voice low and even. Not an incredible feat considering how low his voice is to begin with, but I appreciate it just the same. Hujun’s eyes dance across my face, and I try to stop the trembles from being noticeable under his keen attention. It’s hard not to think there’s something sexual behind his gaze. I want a sexual gaze on me. But only his. No one else’s.
After everything that’s happened, I don’t want another man to touch me except for the one beside me who stands a few inches over seven feet tall.
Despite keeping my focus on Hujun, I can’t stop my mind from wandering. Lately, it’s all too easy to lose focus because of all I want and fear.
I hate that Blythe and York have gotten Chosen so easily.
I hate wanting Hujun so bad I could cry.
I hate how scared I am for the first time Hujun does decide he wants me.
The steady thrumming in my heart picks up a notch, and I swear Hujun’s tasting the air around me. He must smell my fear. He also knows how shook up and fucked up I am after what happened before Christmas.
Despite this mental turmoil, I want to pleasure the massive Sidyth standing before me.
Some of the others on this assignment – better known as the Human Whore Tour – crack jokes about how ugly Hujun is, but they can all kiss my round, brown ass. They don’t know him the way I do. Hujun’s beautiful, if not a little intimidating to look at. People say he’s too big but being a few inches shy of five feet tall myself, everyone already looks enormous. And Hujun keeps me safe. Some Sidyths have viewed my size as a weakness and think they can push me to do things I’m not comfortable doing. A few punches to the groin taught some a lesson but not enough because now Hujun rarely leaves my side.
He thinks what happened to me is his fault, but it’s not.
And though sometimes I hate that he only watches over me as a favor to Prince Korben – the leader of the exiled Sidyths on Hethdiss – I’m glad Hujun’s kept his promise.
If not for him, I might be dead.
Since attacked by a delivery boy from Hujun’s homeland while he was dropping off the supplies for Christmas, I’ve been more on edge. I can’t be sure, but I think Hujun misses the sassy, more abrasive side to me. In his own way, I think he’s trying to pick fights, but I’m afraid of upsetting him with a sharp response. What if he thinks I’m too broken now? What if Prince Korben relieves Hujun of his duty to watch over me? What if I’m so much of a pussy, Hujun doesn’t want me anymore in the first place? I can’t make sense of half of what’s going on in my head, so I can’t even begin to process what’s going on in his. One thing I do know is Hujun says he’s never going to take advantage of me.
And while that’s fucking adorable and I understand what I’ve been through seems pretty traumatic, I’m not a kid. One of his brothers from his homeland may have tried to rape me but it’s not like I won’t recover. This isn’t the first time an alien stole pleasure from me without my consent.
Hujun knows this. He hears my words, but the only thing he processes is that this time he could have stopped it. He could have saved me.
I wish he understood that he already has.
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Author Notes – Sabrina Kade
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out the Author
Sabrina Kade lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and enjoys print leggings, shoujo manga, and teen dramas on Netflix and Hulu. Her life is surprisingly normal with her husband and two beautiful daughters, and despite what she writes, she enjoys evenings at home with her family with good food, good drinks, and a good night’s rest. And while she does enjoy dirty science fiction, she finds as much enjoyment with clean reads with happy endings as she does with the darkest of horror stories.
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