by Lili Zander
Alone? The galaxy teems with life. Earth must be a very isolated planet.
“The Zorahn cured us of disease,” she continues, her tone is tinged with a sadness that I don’t understand. “They asked us for help in return. A sickness was spreading across Zoraht, and the scientists didn’t know how to cure it. They wanted volunteers to travel to Zoraht and participate in a medical study of some kind.” Her lips twist in a wry smile. “So I did.”
I offer her another piece of kunnr, and she takes it from me with a murmur of thanks.
I frown. “You left your planet alone to travel to a strange world? What of your clansmen?”
Arax lights a fire in the middle of the cave as he listens to her story, and he cooks a piece of salted hulundi over the flames. The large fish is plentiful in the waters on this planet, and it makes for tasty eating. It was one of the first foods we discovered when we were first exiled.
“I don’t have any.” She sounds forlorn, and I want to take her into my arms and soothe away her pain. We are her mates. She will never be alone again. “It was only for six months, and the Zorahn swore we would be safe. High Emperor Lenox guaranteed it.”
Arax’s expression turns grim. If Lenox is High Emperor, it means that Arax’s father, the High Emperor Dravex, is dead. “I’m sorry,” I say quietly to my friend.
“It was expected,” he replies flatly.
It sounds like Arax doesn’t care about the death of his father, but I know better. The Firstborn is hurting inside, but he is Highborn, and he will not let his grief show.
He focuses his attention on the fire. When the fish is ready, he turns to our mate and hands her a piece of the hulundi, his gaze softening when he looks at her. “It’s safe to eat,” he assures her.
“I’ll take your word for it.” She nibbles questioningly, pleasure filling her face as she tastes the fish.
“How many Earth women did the scientists recruit? How many were on board the ship?” he asks.
Her body stiffens almost imperceptibly. “There were ten of us, and three Zorahn,” she says. “I’m the only survivor.”
I watch her. The tension in her body, the slight shift of her eyes, the tightness of her voice… My senses tingle.
I’m the son of a thief. I can tell when someone isn’t being truthful.
For some reason of her own, Viola Lewis is lying to us.
The answers will lie in the wreckage of the ship. When the sun rises in the morning, I intend on finding the truth.
9
Viola
On the one hand, Arax and Nyx have both been nice to me. They saved me from the Dwals. They fed me. Despite the whole ‘we’re going to have to mate with her; there is no choice’ bit, they haven’t jumped me.
On the other hand, Raiht’vi’s warnings echo in my mind. She’d been terrified by the Draekons. So had Mannix. If the massive, hulking Zorahn are freaking out, shouldn’t I be doing the same thing?
I don’t know who to trust. I don’t know what to do. It would be a lot easier to think if I wasn’t so distracted by the incredibly hot alien men.
For the last five years, my father’s illness was my only priority. Getting him to the hospital, taking care of him during chemotherapy, watching as the cancerous cells took over his body until he wasted away and died… Dating took a back seat.
Men have been absent from my life for a very long time.
All that pent-up celibacy is overflowing now. A voice in the back of my head tells me I’m being foolish, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to care. I ache for the aliens in front of me. My sex throbs for them. I want to reach out and touch their hard, bronzed cocks, and I want to spread my legs and let them take me. Both of them.
Earth to Viola. You’re stranded on an alien planet. Can you maybe drag your mind out of the gutter long enough to try and make some kind of plan?
“They’re all dead?” Arax asks me, his voice layered with skepticism. “Everyone on the ship except you, and you’re unscathed?”
I have a split-second to react. A split-second to make a choice. Trust Raiht’vi or trust the Draekons?
My instincts tell me I have nothing to fear from Arax and Nyx. But I’m not sure it matters. My instincts have been wrong before. When my dad was first diagnosed with cancer, I was convinced he’d beat it.
He’s dead now. So much for womanly intuition.
We’re on an alien planet. Bright orange fungi—fluffy and harmless looking—can kill me. I’m horny for no apparent reason. In such a strange and hostile environment, I’m not sure I can trust myself.
Raiht’vi was badly wounded in the crash. She’s possibly dying. There’s no reason for her to mislead us.
Arax is staring at me, waiting for me to answer. I take a deep breath and double-down on the lies. “Yes, they’re all dead.” I think of poor Janet, and I don’t have to fake the tears that gather in my eyes. I blink them away. Now’s not the time to melt down, Vi. Hold it together.
Sensing my distress, Arax gathers me into his arms. His face softens. “You’re safe now,” he murmurs. “Nothing will hurt you. I give you my word, Viola Lewis.”
I lean against his broad chest. Is it wrong to enjoy being held so much? In Arax’s arms, I feel soothed. This is the first time I’ve felt truly secure on this alien planet. Scratch that. This is the first time I feel safe since my dad got ill.
You’re not being wise, Vi.
“You said there were three Zorahn,” Nyx probes. “They’re dead too?”
I nod again, unable to meet the dark-haired alien’s eyes. He doesn’t look convinced. Shit. Should I come clean?
Before I can think through my best course of action, Nyx speaks again. “In the morning,” he says, surveying me thoughtfully, “I’m going to look for the wreckage of the spaceship. If nothing else, the metal will be useful for weapons.”
Crap on a cracker. The instant they find the spaceship, my lies will be exposed.
Raiht’vi’s warning rings in my ears. The Draekons are dangerous.
I need a distraction. Something to get their minds off the mysterious circumstances of my arrival on this planet.
Something big.
And I have only one tool at my disposal. Sex.
They want to mate with me.
Truth be told, the desire isn’t one-sided. Lust burns in my blood. It’s been an insistent undertone from the first moment I saw them. I can’t help wondering what it would feel like to be with them. Their cocks are massive. One of them is too large for me. Two of them?
Color me intrigued. And seriously turned on.
Before my courage abandons me, I inch even closer to Arax. My skin prickles in arousal, and my body heats. I run my thumb over his pierced nipple, and he inhales sharply. I lift my face up to him and wrap my arm around his neck. “Kiss me again,” I breathe. “Both of you.”
Then I place my lips over his.
I’m in control for a moment, coaxing his mouth open with an encouraging murmur.
He tastes delicious, smoke and heat. I start to ponder the carcinogenic effects of dragon fire, and then I have no time to laugh or ponder, because Arax seizes me, one large hand coming to grip my neck and hold me still.
He plunders my mouth, pulling moans from deep within my chest. His other hand brushes the line of my jaw, his touch tender. Meanwhile, his tongue explores me, alternating hard, dueling thrusts with coaxing caresses, making me wonder if this is the sort of lover he will be—perfect, powerful, and brutal. I clutch him tighter, wishing I could pull my body into his. He tugs my hair gently, breaking our mouths apart for a moment.
“Aida,” he whispers, his eyes hazy with desire, and I am lost.
My body is already trembling on the edge of orgasm. Another word, another touch and I’ll spill over the edge.
Whoa. He almost made the earth move for me with one kiss.
Strong arms wrap around me from behind—Nyx making his move. Where Arax is possessive, Nyx’s approach is more subtle. He places little kis
ses up my spine and sensitive neck and coaxes me back toward him, so I rest on his lap with Arax in front of me.
Seated firmly on Nyx’s throbbing cock, I get a front row seat to Arax’s strip show. He rips off his loincloth, exposing all of him—and there is a lot of him to take in. I thought his cock was big before, but it’s grown even bigger now, long, bronze and lickable.
My pussy throbs in anticipation. My nipples bead as he takes hold of his, er, foot long, and slides his hand down to collect the thick moisture beading at the tip. He spreads the liquid over himself until he’s fully hard and shiny, all the while never taking his eyes off me.
My arousal, already in the red zone, shoots up a thousand percent.
But I’m not going to lie. As turned on as I am, I don’t see how his cock is going to fit in me. It’s just too damn big.
Arax tilts his head to the side. “What’s the matter?”
“You’re huge,” I tell him. “This is not going to work.”
“You have nothing to fear, Viola Lewis. I assure you, we are compatible. In every way. ”
“Mmm, talk dirty to me,” I murmur. Hey, I joke when I’m nervous. It’s what I do.
Nyx huffs a laugh into my hair. “Less talking,” he says. “More doing.” His fingers quest down my arm to stroke the side of my breast.
I arch my back against him, sighing with pleasure as his fingers brush against my sensitive nipples.
“You like that?” Nyx’s voice tickles my ear. His arms cage me, capturing my wrists and pulling my hands away, leaving my breasts exposed to Arax’s intent gaze.
“I’m going to touch you, aida,” Arax says, raw need on his face. Letting go of his cock, he cups my breasts and thumbs the hardened nubs. Bowing his head, he flicks his tongue against my nipples.
The sensation shoots right to my sex. “Oh God, yes. That’s it.” My body goes taut as a bow. I try to squirm away from Nyx’s hold, but the dark-haired alien doesn’t budge.
“Should I stop, sweet one?” Arax’s eyes go hooded, and I sense the predator lurking inside.
If they stop what they’re doing, I will die. I shake my head. “It’s just…too much stimulation.”
“Too much?” Nyx breathes in my ear. “Or not enough?”
He runs his tongue along the edge of my ear, and I retaliate by grinding my bottom against him. From the pleased purring noise he makes, he enjoys my makeshift lap dance.
Arax’s head dips, his hair brushing my collarbone as he nuzzles me. His tongue swipes playful circles around my areolas; torturing and tasting me as he tests my responses. Every so often he pulls away, and Nyx takes over, pinning my arms in such a way that leaves his hands free to pluck my nipples, while Arax studies each of my twitches and moans as if memorizing them.
“She’s almost ready to peak,” Arax tells Nyx. “I think we should help her, don’t you?”
“We should,” Nyx agrees, his voice a dark rumble in his chest, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.
I am almost ready to peak, as the two hot aliens ravaging my body put it, but before I surrender completely to my orgasm, I need to do a little groping of my own. Common sense has fled the cave. Ever since I saw their cocks for the first time, I’ve been aching to touch them. “I want to play,” I insist, freeing a hand and slipping it underneath me. I find the hard bar of Nyx’s cock and squeeze.
He groans in my ear, and his legs tense underneath me. “I don’t think so, aida,” he says, his voice ragged. “Arax is right. You will peak first.”
These aliens are bossy.
I growl in frustration. “It’s not fair,” I gasp. “Two against one.”
“Draekon do not concern themselves with fairness,” Arax informs me solemnly, but there’s smile lurking on the corner of his lips. “Do not fight your need, sweet one. Let me pleasure you.”
Arax grabs my feet. The men move me into position, my head cradled in Nyx’s lap, my bottom on Arax’s loincloth. The large Zorahn lies down between my legs, his big hands holding my thighs open.
“I will taste you now, Viola Lewis,” he says, his blue eyes dark with heat.
“Whoa, now—” I begin, but Arax seals his mouth over my pussy, and I can’t remember words anymore.
Nyx strokes my breasts, crooning softly as Arax goes on the hunt for my orgasm. He’s a patient man, kissing my inner thighs until they quiver. He licks a trail to my pussy and pauses to breathe deep. “The smell of you drives me wild,” he growls.
“Indeed,” Nyx agrees, his voice strained. “I can smell her sweetness from here.”
Arax’s head dips once again between my legs, exploring every inch of my sex in a way that makes my toes curl. He spends what feels like hours lapping at my lower lips, circling my clitoris, dipping into my folds with his tongue, as if trying to imprint the taste of me into his senses. Every time my body knots up, ready to climax—or ‘peak,' as they call it—he backs off, planting soft kisses around my aching sex, and nuzzling my inner thighs.
After a while, I realize he’s playing with me.
“Arax,” I grunt, tugging his hair. Whatever the Draekons might think, this isn’t fair. Nobody should be allowed to torture me with so much pleasure.
He looks up, his eyes dancing with mirth. He’s laughing at me, damn it. I jerk my hips in obvious invitation. “Now,” I insist.
“Do not try to order a Highborn,” Nyx says to me, his tone amused. “It’s a waste of time. They always get their own way.”
Arax’s eyebrows rise. “One could say the same of a thief,” he murmurs.
“Mmm,” Nyx agrees. “Though we have a more efficient approach than the Highborn.”
“What?” Arax’s tone is outraged. “Thieves sneak in. We choose a full-on attack.”
Seriously? I’m lying on the ground, legs spread open, my body on the verge of a climax, and we’re chatting about thieves and attacks? Arax is not the only one who’s outraged. “Can you guys stop talking strategy and fuck me?” I demand.
Nyx chuckles. Arax’s hot breath gusts across my aching sex and I strain to press my pussy against his mouth, failing as he hovers mere inches away.
“Goddammit!” I curse, and when that has no effect, I change tactics. “Please,” I beg, throwing my head back and straining my hips up. “Please fuck me.”
Arax’s tongue thrusts inside my pussy. “Oh, yes,” I scream. Nyx grips my right breast, hard and possessive, and my pleasure spikes. I can’t hold back. I climax in a series of gasps, my pussy muscles clenching hard.
Arax doesn’t stop. His tongue is relentless, licking my juices, teasing my clitoris. Little mews escape my throat as my body quivers with aftershocks from the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
“My turn,” Nyx says. Before I know it, he and Arax have switched places.
“What?” I can’t move; I can barely blink. My body has melted into the floor. I may never move again.
Arax pulls me against his broad chest, tips my head toward him, and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips. “Nyx wishes to pleasure you,” he says. “It wouldn’t be fair to deny him your sweetness.”
“I thought the Draekon don’t believe in the notion of fairness.”
They chuckle. Nyx prowls closer, kneeling and parting my legs. His fingertips ghost over my clitoris and my pussy clenches. I ache to be filled by their thick, massive shafts.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
“We intend to,” Nyx says, stripping naked with a smile so sexy, it should be illegal on all known planets. His cock is as huge as Arax’s, thick and hard, bronzed as if a sculptor wanted to immortalize it forever.
“Stroke me, sweet one.”
Gladly. Licking my lips, I close my hand around his erection. His shaft is warm and smooth to touch, and when I pump his length, he throws his head back with a groan of need.
“Viola Lewis.” He tugs free and pulls me close, and catches my mouth in a kiss. “Soon you will feel me inside you. Arax and I will claim every inch of your body. But first,” he t
ugs on his cock until golden fluid drips from the tip, and he coats his hand with the thick substance.
I can’t take my eyes off him. Watching him pump his shaft is such a turn-on that for a second, my vision turns hazy. “What are you doing?”
“Proving Arax right. Thieves do like to sneak in where no one expects it.”
He sets a slick finger at my asshole.
Whoa there. I rear up in shock, and this time, Arax restrains me. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say, my eyes wide. There’s two of them. I should have realized this was going to happen, but until the moment when Nyx’s finger circled my tight opening, I hadn’t even thought about where two cocks would go.
“I’m not jesting, aida,” Nyx says calmly. “We intend to pleasure you in every way possible.”
“Oh God,” I moan. I should be running away, screaming at the top of my lungs, but I’m not. Something’s wrong with me. I must be really twisted because the idea of Arax and Nyx taking my pussy and ass at the same time doesn’t fill me with fear. It fills me with heat. Between Arax’s hard arms around me, and Nyx’s determined finger fluttering at my back door, my pussy is weeping with need. “I’ve never done this before.”
Fire leaps into Nyx’s eyes. “Good,” he purrs. “We will be your first.” The liquid from his cock—the Zorahn equivalent of precum—is thick and sticky. He uses it as lube, probing my back hole with his finger until my body responds, and I push back against him, wordlessly begging for more.
He finger fucks my bottom, each time pressing deeper, stretching the ring of muscle. At first, I squeeze hard, trying to keep him out, but sensation sweeps over me, and I give in to my desire.
“You’re too big,” I whimper, hoping I’m wrong. “You’ll never fit.”
“We will prepare you,” Arax soothes me, his hand stroking my nipples. “You never need fear us. We will give you only pleasure.”
My muscles relax, and Nyx’s finger slides inside. He smiles in satisfaction and teases my clitoris with his tongue. I moan, my whole body clenching as my orgasm burns through my body. Lights flash in the corners of my eyes. I try to speak, but my jaw won’t work.