Creations Collection 1: sci fi alien romance

by Marie Harte

  He released her with a curse and quickly withdrew from her mouth. She blinked up at him in surprise as he scooted away and tried to rise.

  “Anin, honey, I’m so sorry.” Ass that he was, he had trouble catching his breath after what she’d done for him. Hell, he could barely stand, still caught in quaking spasms that leaked from his cock.

  “You didn’t enjoy it?” She licked a drop of his cum from her lips.

  He groaned. “Too much. I didn’t mean—”

  “Good.” She smiled and left him staring after her, stunned.

  “Might want to tuck your dick back in your trousers,” Set offered from behind him. “Or she might take that as an invitation for more.” Humor laced his words, and he wore an expression of deep satisfaction.

  “What the hell? How—why did she...?”

  “She’s been trying to please you since she got on board, you drun. Didn’t you see how happy you made her?”

  Confused, Nu tucked himself back in his pants with shaky hands. “Happy because I forced her to go down on me?”

  “How did you force her? That little temptress had her hands around your cock and her mouth over you with the skill of a Nebite seductress.” Set chuckled and shifted, and Nu noticed his hard-on. “I’m still waiting for my turn.”

  2

  “You mean you haven’t...?” Nu had suspected a sexual involvement between his brother and Anin, as much time as the two of them spent closeted together. And Set didn’t seem as frustrated as Nu felt day in and day out.

  “Not yet.” Set grimaced and took a deep breath. “My nights are sheer hell. I’ve been waiting for you.”

  “What?”

  “You still don’t get it.” Set shook his head. “This isn’t going to be easy. Unlike you, I talked to Erin and Anin. I know a lot about our new passenger.”

  “Oh?” Nu didn’t know what to think. He wanted Anin all over again, but he was alarmed that he’d taken her without her consent, lost in the bliss of her mouth. Then again, she’d gone down on him and stayed there. Hadn’t she?

  “According to Erin, Anin was created almost four years ago. Wait.” Set held a hand up when Nu opened his mouth to protest.

  No way in hell was Anin a girl, not with a body like that.

  “Anin, Erin, and Ryen went through an advanced maturation, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. So before you start worrying that you assaulted an adolescent, you’ll be happy to know Anin’s a mature woman. Nearly the equivalent of a woman several decades old.”

  Nu let out the breath he’d been holding. “Great. So I only forced a woman, not a girl, into sex.” Remembering how he’d held her head to his groin, he felt like shit. The ecstasy of his orgasm made him feel even worse.

  “You aren’t listening.” Set smacked him in the head.

  “Hey.”

  “Anin was used as a sex-sharer by her handler for years. She was never raped, though I doubt the sex was any good. Those Eyrans are puny.”

  “She wasn’t forced?” Nu felt light-headed with relief. Not for himself, but for Anin.

  “No. According to Erin, Anin likes serving others. Unlike Erin and Ryen, Anin’s much more submissive. More grounded to the reason she was created in the first place.”

  “That’s just wrong,” Nu growled.

  “She’s not a slave. She’s submissive. And she’s a good one. You came how hard?” Set lifted a brow.

  Nu felt his cheeks heat.

  “The past few weeks she’s been happy helping us. Don’t you remember how she gushed when Mara put her in charge of the laundry? She was ecstatic to help the crew.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Very. What do you think she and I spend all our time doing? Not fucking,” Set said with feeling. “We were talking.”

  “Why didn’t you fuck her? I know you want to.”

  Set’s arousal had yet to abate, and he shifted uncomfortably. “You have no idea how much I want to, especially seeing how she got you off in like ten seconds.”

  Nu flushed. “Fuck you.”

  “I want her to get to know me, to know us. You scare her. You don’t accept what she needs because it upsets you. Damn, Nu. You’ve always been into the rougher stuff. Why is it so hard to give Anin what she needs?”

  “Because I’m afraid of hurting her. Or at least, I was.” Puzzled, Nu thought about what had just happened. “Did you see all of it?”

  Set swallowed. “Yeah, and it’s killing me.”

  “Did she push me down, or was that just me being clumsy?”

  Set grinned. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, brother. Anin’s a puzzle. She’s shy and submissive but has the strength of a Ragga.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “It’s true. She’s got the same genes as Ryen and Erin. Remember Ryen? He’s the only man who’s ever beaten us. Both of us. Anin’s got his stock. She’s a tough one, but she won’t ever show it unless you order her to.”

  Though the notion had its appeal, Nu couldn’t fathom demanding Anin’s compliance. She looked so sweet, so pure. He still had a hard time acknowledging she’d deep-throated him. He’d never felt such pleasure, not even with Lita.

  And why can’t I remember your face, Lita?

  “Nu, think about what I said. Because I don’t think I can wait much longer. I haven’t touched another woman since we met her. And I won’t. Think on that.”

  Set left, and Nu stared hard at his retreating back. Fuck. Nu wanted her even more now than he had before. Aroused and in denial, he wondered what to do about Anin, the woman, whom it appeared, instinctively appealed to his desire to breed. When a Ragga found himself fixated on a female, it was normally due to a hormonal need to procreate the line. Must be why I can’t stop thinking about her.

  But nature’s call to reproduce didn’t account for Nu’s growing feelings for the soft-spoken Creation. A woman who shouldn’t exist, but who was already under his skin. Hell, he didn’t remember being this wrapped up in Lita.

  Scowling at thoughts of his wife, now dead these many years, the euphoria that had filled Nu just moments before faded into melancholy. He stomped to his quarters, less inclined to believe in Anin’s compatibility than before.

  Nu had loved and lost a woman born on his own planet. A woman who understood the strength of a Ragga, who had tried to tolerate his special needs, if not with enthusiasm, then at least with acceptance. So why did Anin figure so prominently in his dreams? Why wish to see her helpless, his for the taking as he disciplined her? To see her slick from his seed as he possessed her in every way, or rosy and round with his child? What made her so fucking perfect in his fantasies?

  It has to be those Creation pheromones, he convinced himself, ignoring why he wanted the answers to his questions so very badly.

  Anin sat with her hands clasped, waiting for Set in the berthing quarters—the shared bedspace. At first she’d thought the berthing quarters was for having children, as in “birthing.” Now she knew better. At least, about some things.

  She thought she’d done everything right with Nu. And she wanted to be right, especially for the Fas brothers. They were so different: larger, fiercer, yet so much gentler than the men who had reared her.

  Both Raggas, Nu and Set stood a good head and a half taller, had muscles as large as her brother, and possessed the rough, granite-like features of their kind. Though not Nebite-handsome, the Fas brothers would always command a second look. They radiated power and command. Bronze-skinned, with shaggy, dark hair and flame-colored eyes, they personified the best traits of their planet. Hardy, wild, and free.

  And she wanted them like she’d never wanted another.

  By the stars, Nu tasted good. She’d felt on fire when she’d touched him, his scent, his skin, his body begging her for completion. She’d pleasured him, but it wasn’t enough. Because he hadn’t expressed such pleasure? Or was there something more?

  Set entered her room with a frown. When she saw it, she felt heartsick. She’d done h
er best. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so pushy. But Nu had been avoiding her since their first kiss a few days ago. Set had agreed that tricking him was the only way...

  “Oh, Anin. Don’t look so upset.” Set smiled.

  “Why were you frowning?”

  “Because my brother is an idiot locked in the past. He still can’t see that he made a mistake.” Set scowled. “Hell, never mind. I came in here to thank you.”

  She blinked, suffused with pleasure. “It worked?”

  “Oh yeah.” Set shifted, and she noted his obvious arousal. Like Nu, he had rejected her subtle hints to bestow sexual pleasure. But with Set, she thought it had more to do with Nu’s refusal of enjoyment. As if he wanted Nu to experience it first. “Anin? Can I ask you a personal question?”

  “Of course.” She instinctively looked to the floor and waited.

  Set stepped close, towering over her, and his power set her aflame. As usual, she had to work to control her pheromones—a Creation’s best defense. She’d been equipped with the chemical equivalent of a sex bomb.

  By releasing her special scent into the air, she could draw enemies to her, making them vulnerable and needy under the influence of her pheromones. At times like these, when she wanted male companionship so badly, it was all she could do to hold onto herself.

  When Set’s fingers cupped her chin and tilted her face up, she gasped.

  His smile felt like fingers all over her sex. Wet warmth filled her, and she squirmed under his touch. “You like to serve, don’t you? To submit to a master?”

  “Yes.” She trembled, joyous he understood.

  “Your handler. Did he rape you?”

  The bluntness of his question took her aback. “Synster?” He’d been the same size as Anin but human. Weak and sniveling. Still, she’d called him Master, as she’d been trained to do since inception. “Synster never raped me.”

  “So you liked sex with him?”

  “No.” She stared into Set’s burning orange eyes, orbs full of passion, of fire. “I liked the act of sex, the intimacy it created. Synster was selfish. He never cared about my pleasure.” She blushed, pleased she’d criticized her dead handler without remorse. “He made sure I had no thoughts of my own. But I’m learning...”

  “Yes?” Set stroked her cheeks.

  “I’m learning to ask for what I want.”

  “You liked my order to suck Nu, didn’t you?” Set asked with lazy amusement.

  “I did.”

  “But you’re not satisfied. I see your tight nipples. Your quivering belly.” Set palmed her mound, touching her the way she’d wished him to for weeks. “You liked tasting him, didn’t you?”

  “I did,” she breathed, enraptured by Set’s rough hand. She loved the strength in his frame, the hardy dominance bleeding through his pores.

  “But you didn’t come.”

  “What?”

  “You didn’t orgasm.”

  She bit her lip. “Oh. I never come.”

  Set froze. “Never? You’ve never touched yourself here?”

  She shook her head. “I was trained not to. I have no urge to touch the place between my legs. I’ve studied about sex, in several cultures actually. I know what the experience should feel like, but I can’t reach it myself. Is this a great failing?” She worried Set would think less of her.

  His smile was slow in coming, but it lit the room. “Then are you in for a treat, Anin. My little submissive, come with me.”

  3

  Set felt so at home, so incredibly right in this role, it made him question how he’d ever shared sex with anyone else. Unlike Nu, he’d never thought to marry without his brother. He knew, deep down, that only one woman would satisfy him and Nu, together. Like their fathers and grandfathers before them. It was a fading Ragga tradition, but many had enjoyed sharing a woman between strong, bonded males. Not just for breeding, but in a committed relationship.

  Anin completed their picture. She fit, whether Nu wanted to accept that or not. By Vas’s Hammer, what Set wanted to do to her...

  “Take off your shift.” He thrilled at seeing her in it. Though they’d found her clothes to wear, she preferred the overlarge shirts he’d lent her when she’d first boarded.

  She removed it and waited, her head bowed.

  “Watch me, Anin. I want you to watch everything I do to you.” He removed his shirt.

  Her eyes widened as she took in his broad chest. Her nipples puckered, and a faint ripple filled the room, making his cock harden even more, were that possible. Shit, her scent. From what Anin had said, she had an ability to fog the minds of enemies by luring them with that heavenly smell. It put him into a full-out rut.

  He had to clear his throat to continue. “Keep your scent close for a bit longer, honey.”

  She looked like a siren with that pout. “It’s hard.”

  “I know.” And getting harder every second. “But this is for you. I want to show you what you’ve been missing.”

  She blinked in confusion but nodded.

  “Now sit on the edge of the bed and lay back.” The long contraption wasn’t comfortable, but it was big enough for two people. Well, two normal people. Considering his bulk and Anin’s small frame, they should fit just fine. “Spread your legs.”

  She spread her thighs, and he sighed. Her pussy was wet.

  “I’m going to taste you. But it won’t hurt. You’re always safe with me,” he reassured her, wondering what her previous experiences had been like.

  “I know,” she said quietly. “I trust you, Set.”

  His heart hammered as he approached the bed and sank to his knees. He ran his hands up and down the silky expanse of her calves, then her thighs. She caught her breath as he continued to run his hands toward her sex, halting before he touched her denuded lips.

  Unable to stop himself, he pressed his mouth along the trail his hands had made. Soft, stroking tongue, tasting her smooth, clean skin. Fuck, she even tasted sweet.

  I’m not going to last long at all.

  Groaning, he continued his path up her knees and higher, until he met her slick, heated center. He paused, prolonging the pleasure. “How does it feel, Anin?”

  “So good,” she gasped. “I want...”

  “What, baby? What do you want?” He teased her by kissing the inside of her thigh, brushing against her wet folds.

  “Oh. More. More kisses, Set.”

  Set gave her what she wanted. He pressed his mouth to her clit and kissed. He had to hold her down when she cried out and bucked.

  “Yes, yes,” she moaned.

  He heard the door slide open, heard Nu’s worried, “What’s wrong?” but couldn’t stop himself. Set continued to kiss her, licking her cream in earnest.

  “Oh shit.” Nu groaned and left the room in the same breath.

  Set grinned and sucked Anin’s clit while he stroked her legs. Such firm muscle tone on a petite frame. Yet for all her slimness, Anin had a curvy ass and full tits, mounds he planned to tend to as soon as he got her off the first time.

  Varying the pressure over her sex, Set licked and nipped, then ground his lips over her until her erratic breathing matched his. He slid a finger inside her tight channel.

  “Please, Sir,” she begged. “More. Fuck me harder.”

  Hearing “Sir,” Set nearly came. He loved to dominate, and to find a natural submissive he not only found attractive and cared for made him want to take her through her paces now.

  “How much harder?” he rasped, no longer capable of waiting.

  “Please.” She squirmed under his mouth.

  Returning to her clit, he sucked hard and shoved two fingers deep.

  She clutched the sheets, panting and squirming.

  His cock was so fucking hard it hurt. Set growled and shoved those two fingers deep again, then removed one to push into her ass. It slid through easily, telling him what he’d wanted to know. His Anin wasn’t a virgin in any way. Vas had answered his prayers.

  “Set,�
�� she screamed as she came, flooding his mouth with her sweet arousal. He licked and swallowed, consuming her like a feast. So damn good.

  She trembled as she came down off her high, and Set licked her one final time and rose. He positioned her in the middle of the bed, bracing himself as he blanketed her body. Her pupils were dilated with lust, her eyes almost completely gold.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. So mine.

  She smiled, her grin so sultry and knowing he found himself humping her through his trousers. “Do you want to come in me?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  “You want to ram it deep, to spill your seed inside my pussy?”

  Such frank words from that sweet mouth. The contradiction had him easing open his trousers despite his intention to make this all for her.

  “Yes.” But what if she’s in her breeding time?

  Not the right question to ask himself. Because the thought of her carrying his young shot his control all to hell. Reason lost to instinct. Set forgot about everything but staking his claim.

  He reached between them and encountered Anin’s hand.

  “Let me,” she said.

  The touch of her hand over him was indescribable.

  “Anin, baby, I’m gonna come all over you if you don’t—” He shuddered, controlling his urge to thrust hard. “Put me inside you.”

  She brought his tip to her heat and he took over. With one hard thrust he sank deep.

  “Oh, Set.” She grabbed his neck and held on as he pounded into her.

  “That’s it. Good girl. Take what I give you.” He gritted his teeth as he neared his end. Her tits bounced as he rammed harder and harder, the pretty little peaks so tight and pink. He wanted to bite them, to suck them until she climaxed again. But he couldn’t stop, not now.

  “Oh yes. Yes, Anin, take me now.” He thrust so hard he felt as if he’d fused them together. Jetting inside her, he saw nothing but stars of color, the release so pleasurable it brought tears to his eyes. They stayed locked for a full minute while he spent, his seed beginning to slide down her legs as he relaxed into her.