Jax-Xon

by Alana Khan

  “I love you, Jax. I don’t know how the universe operates, or who to thank, but that I was dropped here with you on this planet? I’m the luckiest girl in the universe.”

  “We’re both lucky,” he husks, looking at me as if he could tear my clothes off and make love to me right this minute.

  All the warm, loving emotions squeezing in my chest are crowded out by the insistent drumbeat of need pulsing at the vee of my thighs. I want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I need no more words. I want to show him the depth of my emotion... and my desire.

  “Take me back to your house, Jax.” I trail my hand from the ropey cords of his neck, down the thick muscles of his pec, to his washboard abs, and try to sneak under his loincloth—with no success.

  He stands with me in his arms and strides toward home.

  Jax-Xon

  I realize now why Tara arranged for Aliyah to sleep at La-Donna’s house. She’d planned for us to share touch under the furs tonight. Smart female.

  “I want to see how the firelight plays on your skin,” I tell her as I untie the triangular top that hides her breasts. A hiss escapes my lips as I expose those beautiful pale globes. What’s more beautiful, her breasts or her tempting smile?

  Cupping one mound in each hand, I notice their weight and smooth softness. “Perfect.” I thumb her nipples until they stand hard and proud for me, then pluck them. Her eyes drift shut and she makes a quick, little noise in the back of her throat.

  Her open desire for my touch hardens my cock.

  “The tribe doesn’t consider us mated, Tara. We shouldn’t…”

  “We shouldn’t what?” She cups my cock through the doram-leaf covering and gives me a penetrating gaze.

  “We shouldn’t do any of this.” My lips mean these words, but my cock and balls don’t agree. I feel as if the scorching suns burn in my blood. I want to rut her right this moment without doing her the honor of a rockshun. I focus on my love for her instead of my desire, but it does nothing to quench my need to sheath myself in her.

  She presses my hands to her breasts. “Not do this?” She looks hotly into my gaze.

  “Or this?” She wriggles her hand under my loincloth and her determination pays off. She grasps my cock in her small, cool hand. My cock kicks. It’s never been so eager.

  “Not this?” She strokes as much of my length as the tight binding will allow. “None of it?” Her eyes pierce mine in a bold tease.

  I shake my head. “I need to compete in the rockshun first. You must accept me in front of the entire tribe. It can be arranged for tomorrow.” My need is so strong I wonder if I’ll make it until tomorrow.

  “No touching at all Jax-Xon, or just no touching that can make babies?”

  “No babes.”

  She smiles wider than I’ve ever seen. “Let’s get busy under the furs, love. The possibilities are almost endless.”

  Tara

  It’s sexy my big guy wants to play by the rules. And it’s also sexy we’re going to ride the line and almost break every single one of them.

  We’re both naked, my knees are straddling his hips. My core is dripping wet just watching the firelight play over his muscular body. His cock is pointing at the roof, bobbing in anticipation. There’s already a bead of liquid glistening at the blunt tip.

  His thumbs and forefingers roll my nipples, then pinch, then pluck—it’s driving me insane with pleasure. Every tweak up above elicits a corresponding twinge down below.

  “Jax-Xon.” Dear God that feels so good. “Make me come.” I hope I sound breathless and sexy, not needy and demanding.

  “It’s forbidden.” His brow furrows in his pinched face. He looks seconds away from breaking his own rules.

  “Learn me, Jax. Learn me down there. There are things we can do with fingers and tongues that will let us share bliss. And no babes.”

  A smile lifts his lips, his eyes spark with desire. “Clever Tara.”

  Flipping me on my back, he straddles me and sits back on his heels while his gaze slides lasciviously down my body. His rough hands follow the same path, riding my curves, then stop at my hips, gripping me firmly.

  He settles down in the cradle of my thighs, then presses them wider so I’m exposed to him. Sucking in a huge draft of air, he exhales in a hiss through clenched teeth.

  “Beautiful,” he says as his thumbs spread me open. His body stills for a moment as if he’s strategizing an attack.

  “Tongue, Tara?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Something tells me he’ll be a quick learner.

  The tip of his tongue laps at my entrance and he moans in pleasure. He delves deeper until his nose hits my clit. When I circle my hips to enhance the feeling, he presses harder, then tongues the little button.

  My deep moans guide him to just the right spot and just the right rhythm. As he alternates sucking and pressure, I fly over the edge in a matter of moments. My muscles quiver in ecstasy, flying to the heights of bliss.

  But this is about more than my body, my mind is so happy. It’s magic being in this male’s arms. Basking in his love.

  Nipping and nibbling up my body, he faces me now, smelling like me and looking proud of himself.

  “So quick?” he asks, his eyebrows dipping. “I wanted to pleasure you more.”

  “Said no man ever,” I quip, then realize I said it out loud. “No worries, big guy. On my planet, women can experience endless satisfaction.”

  “Endless?”

  “Yep, as in All. Night. Long. Lucky us.”

  He slides back down and explores. His large, talented fingers learn when to tease and when to penetrate. How did it take human men over two millennia to discover the G-spot when my primitive, green guy found it in the first half-hour? He’s so pleased with himself it borders on cocky.

  Then he discovers the combination of fingers and mouth and makes me orgasm so hard I cover my mouth with both hands and bite down on my palm.

  I finally ask for a brief pause in the action and haul him up to lie next to me.

  “Too much, need a moment.”

  “Too much? Did I hurt you?” His serious concern tugs my heart.

  I kiss him hard on the lips. How did I ever think his green skin wasn’t attractive? His verdant flesh and strong jaw could star in the movies. I wonder how many years it will take me to memorize every vermillion spot on his body.

  “No, you didn’t hurt me. I need a moment’s rest. Maybe now’s a good time to show you how good it feels to have my mouth on you.”

  His eyes widen as if he never gave thought to this part of the equation. But his wide smile tells me he’s excited to try.

  I press his thickly muscled shoulders to the furs so he’s lying on his back. Gazing into those gorgeous green eyes, I lie on top of him. We’re both sweating, and my slow slide down his body awakens every nerve on my skin. I’m certain his attention is captured by the trail my pebbled nipples make.

  Now my knees are on the platform between his, and my mouth’s at cock-height. It’s a deeper green than the rest of him, it’s emerald, and so hard the skin pulls tight enough to look painful.

  Living in close quarters with a male wearing little more than a leaf, I’ve seen his cock dozens of times. Now that I’m about to put my mouth on it, however, I pay attention to its size for the first time. The words ‘monumental’, ‘prodigious,’ and ‘no way’ come to mind.

  I’ve never been a planner, so I figure I’ll just go by the seat of my pants and see what works.

  I tongue the head’s rim. Just one languorous swipe around the ridge and his ass levitates off the bed at the same time he throws his head back, moaning in appreciation. Circling the head with the flat of my tongue, I can’t wait another moment to taste him. I swirl around, then sweep the droplet of liquid into my mouth. He tastes sweet and earthy—a heady combination.

  His hands lodge in my hair as if he wants to press me down the length of him, but he’s disciplined and just follows my movements. I plung
e down, enveloping him as far as I can go, which isn’t far. Not only is his cock long, it’s got girth.

  Putting all my weight on my knees, I use both hands stacked on top of each other to provide coverage to the rest of him. My mouth develops a rhythm and my hands follow suit. I slick up and down his length, then tighten my lips and swivel my head until my big, green male sees fireworks.

  Maybe he forgot the part of the rules where it’s a big secret, because he comes with a loud, extended, deep groan of satisfaction. I take it as high praise.

  He pulls me up by my armpits and settles me on his chest. Nipping my lips with his, he strokes my back from ass to shoulders as his breathing slows from panting to calm.

  “You want to be my mate?”

  “Mm-hmm.” I’m getting tired, I mean really, how many times can a girl come before she’s spent?

  “You’ll let me be a father to Aliyah?”

  Let him? He’s already more of a father than Sperm Donor ever was. “She thinks you hung the moon—I mean moons—Jax. She accidentally called you Poppa the other day. I’d love for us to be a family.”

  He cups my belly. “We might make a youngling together, Tara. Could you love a green babe?”

  I’m wide awake now. This is serious. I don’t want him to worry that he, or anyone in this tribe, or most certainly any babies we might produce will be ‘less than’ in my eyes. Pressing my palm to his cheek, I pierce him with a deliberate gaze.

  “I love you, Jax-Xon. I love everything about you. I love your huge heart, and your protective instincts, and your kind soul. I love the affectionate, indulgent way you treat Aliyah and the lusty way you look at me. I love you because of your beautiful green skin, not in spite of it. Never doubt that.”

  He’s quiet for a moment as if he’s taking all of it in. Does he believe me? Is he questioning my feelings for him?

  “I’ll be the best mate to you, and Poppa to Liyah you could ever dream of. If you say yes, I’ll be your mate for as long as the Gods allow. Get some sleep. You’ll need it for energy because I’m going to wake you in the middle of the night and lick you until you scream.”

  ~.~

  When he fulfills his promise and wakes me a few hours later, I’m energized for more lovin’.

  “You’re going to do this rockshun thing today?” I ask.

  He nods.

  “So we’ll be mated today?” I just want to confirm.

  He nods.

  “So...” I roll onto my side and grab his magnificent cock with one hand and cup his balls with the other. His sharp intake of breath tells me I have his full attention. “So, just how much of a rule would we be breaking if you just slipped this…” I stroke him firmly from base to tip, “into this?” I sit up and straddle him, sliding my dripping wet core along the blunt head of his cock.

  Leaning down, I moan into his mouth, all the while riding him until we’re both slick with my cream.

  “Is it a crime punishable by death?” I wheedle as I press onto him until his head is inside of me. Bliss. “If you’re going to say no, Jax, do it now. Because pretty soon I’m going to slip you all the way inside of me. You don’t want to leave your mate desperate and wanting, do you?

  Jax flips me over, his cock still partially inside me. “You’re a very convincing female, Tara.” He bites along my jawline as he penetrates me slowly. When he’s fully seated he releases a long, low moan filled with all the desire and fulfillment a male could express.

  “I don’t think the Gods will mind if I make you mine a few moments early. We’ll have the rest of our lives together.”

  This sex is more than flesh and friction. It’s a symphony of love. A banquet of desire. A pledge of forever.

  My heart bursts with love for him, and I feel his devotion for me dripping out of every pore.

  He begins with a gentle rhythm, then follows the insistent pressure of my hands on the perfect globes of his ass until he’s powering into me, stretching me, filling me. I feel taken and loved and owned by my precious male.

  My nails scrape the skin of his shoulders when he finally pushes me over the edge into spasms of ecstasy so powerful I cry his name into the dark night. His release jets into me as I cling to his sweat-slickened biceps, then we spiral back down to reality together.

  “I love you, Jax.”

  “I love you, Tara, but those words aren’t strong enough. We have the rest of our lives for me to show you just how much I love you.”

  I nestle next to him, my head on his pec, my thigh slung over his. I put myself to sleep making a list of all the things I’m thankful for.

  The End

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoyed Jax-Xon and Tara’s story. I wanted to write a sweet (well, sweet and sexy) romance about Aliyah’s parents with the backdrop of this beautiful planet. This is a prequel to Sirius, Book Seven in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series. For a very limited time you can pre-order Sirius for $.99, on sale from its $2.99 price.

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  Present Day

  Somewhere in space aboard the vessel Lazy Slacker

  Chapter One

  Sirius

  “Emergency, emergency! All souls to the bridge. Emergency, all souls to the bridge!”

  The urgent sound of Captain Zar’s voice wakes me. The klaxons blare insistently and the blinking emergency light in my cabin bathes everything in startling red tones.

  I’m up and out of bed, then running down the sterile metal hallways along with my shipmates. No one’s talking or asking questions. They all look panicked—wide-eyed and alarmed.

  All twenty-six people on board cram into the bridge, waiting to hear what’s guaranteed to be distressing news.

  “Please sit,” Zar’s tone is polite, but the muscles in his feline/humanoid face are rigid and tense.

  Many sit in the small jump seats ringing the rear of the bullet-shaped room. Several of the women sit on their male’s lap. I stand, my back against the exit door. I’m still an interloper. We all know I don’t belong—I’m a geneslave. They rescued me a standard lunar cycle ago, but they don’t trust me.

  “We received this communication a moment before I called you here. Callista, please play it in its entirety.”

  Every other one of the floor-to-ceiling windows ringing three-fourths of the room flicker to life with a vid of a humanoid male in a black-and-red Federation uniform. I glance out the windows and see three Federation warships: one port, one starboard, one straight off our bow.

  “Attention Lazy Slacker,” the male says. “You are in the sights of three Federation warships. Stand down immediately. If your engines are still running in thirty modicums we will consider it an act of sedition and follow war protocol.”

  The steady drone of the engines has ceased. Zar must have turned them off before his command to assemble on the bridge.

  “Our three ships are engaged in a little...off-the-books activity. We’re confident you won’t report us because it’s clear, with all your recent name changes, you’re engaged in illegal activities as well.”

  As he pauses, I realize the room is silent. Every eye is on the screens. I can smell the terror. My genetics don’t allow me to experience emotions like other beings. I feel no fear, just an enhanced state of alert.

  “Our intel indicates there are ten trained gladiators on board, which is perfect for our needs. You have sixty minimas to send us one fighter of your choosing. If you do not hail us back within that time frame, we will use our matter transporter to commandeer all of your fighting flesh, then destroy the vessel and all other beings on board.”

  He appears to look straight at us. “Sixty minimas, not a modicum more.” The vid goes dark, making it easier to see the three warships, their prows pointing menacingly at us.

  The room erupts in a buzz of fearful murmuring. A female is crying, but without stepping forward, I can’t make out who it is.

  “Please, I know this is frightenin
g and disturbing. We now have…” Zar consults the computer screen on his comm unit, “fifty-one minimas to make this decision.”

  “Can we make a run for it?” Huge Dax asks in his deep, rumbling voice.

  “As you heard, they made us shut down our engines, it would take minimas to power them back up. We’ll be dead long before we escape,” Zar answers.

  “We can fight back,” scarred Stryker says, his face fierce as his hand absently strokes his female’s back.

  “Three well-equipped Federation warships versus ours? We’d be lasered to char before our first volley is complete. I’ve only known these facts a few minimas longer than all of you,” Zar says, “but neither fighting nor running are options. One of us needs to volunteer.”