by Gabby Dark
He wrapped his arms around me and brought me close to his chest. I didn’t care about all the blood and gore. I wasn’t squeamish like that. The blood marring his flesh was a sign of victory—his victory.
Anik was a warrior, after all. He was my warrior. I understood. I had always wanted to marry a rebel. A fighter. Now I had one of my own. My very own alien. A protector. A prince.
My mother’s prediction would become true.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt his kuvak rising between us and my nipples began to harden against his chest.
“Are you…?” I asked. He was aroused.
“Remember what I told you, Ryleigh. We accept mates before our people.”
I turned, but he pressed his palm against my face. “Look at me. Only me.”
My sex clenched when he bent his head and pressed his lips to my throat. “What do you feel, Ryleigh?”
I closed my eyes and let go. “You? Your ǔre. I feel everything. It’s like it’s inside me.”
“Yes, Ryleigh. Tonight we will be one. You, me, my ǔre.” He picked me up by the waist and I wrapped my legs around him. My tunic rode all the way up thighs. There was nothing else preventing him from entering me.
He walked us to the edge of the cage where he pressed my back to the cage. I wrapped my fingers around his neck and our lips met, but we didn’t kiss. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was at the prospect of him taking my innocence in front of a crowd of his people.
“It will hurt…” I whispered against his lips.
“No. Trust me. My kuvak will give you pleasure. Do you accept me?”
“Yes, Anik. I accept you as you are. I’m yours.”
He placed his cock at my entrance, covered my lips with his mouth, and entered me, slowly. When he breached my maidenhead, I screamed into his mouth. One moment of pain came to me and then the rest was pleasure. Only pleasure.
I thought the beginning had passed, but it was just that, only the beginning. When his kuvak began vibrating inside of me, I climaxed with my sex clenching around his thick shaft. Once he was knotted and locked inside, his lips parted and he moaned my name.
“You make my ǔre come alive.”
I looked at his skin. “You’re healing.”
“Yes.”
I looked at our bodies linked together. “My skin is glowing. I can feel it, Anik. I can feel it beneath my skin.”
Maybe Anik had decided that the Zunatorian people had seen enough, because he locked his hands around my bottom and walked us out of the fighting cage, through the mesmerized crowd.
I didn’t think we’d make it to the pod house, but we did. He placed me on the bed, held me at hips, and began moving in and out of me. Sex with Anik was like floating on clouds. Impossible. But yet I was here on the planet of Zunator with my alien crown prince.
“You are a gift, Ryleigh.”
“And you are the light I needed in my life, Anik.”
We stayed in each other’s arms all night. Our lovemaking was sweet. There was nothing on Earth or Zuna that could seperate us.
Epilogue
Ryleigh
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Two months later…
I was midway through a bath when Anik entered our pod house with a bag from the market. I hadn’t expected him back so soon since he and some other warriors had gone hunting for meat.
“I hope you’re hungry. I caught us some dinner, my love,” he said, tossing the satchel aside, kicking off his boots, and ripping off his loin cloth. In his home, he was comfortable in the nude. I had gotten used to it. And I helped myself to his kuvak any time I wanted it.
“I’m very hungry. I can’t wait to cook for you and feed you tonight,” I said, grinning. Some would say this was old fashioned, but I loved it just the same. Plus there was something sexy and honorable about a man making sure that his woman was well-cared for and well-fed. I loved taking care of him equally.
Anik hurriedly dipped his hands in the bowl of water next to the door and dried it.
“Looks like I’m right on time…” he said, staring at me in the bath.
“For a bath or for something else?” I teased, biting my finger.
“You know exactly what I want, tiki.” He picked me up from the bath and took my soaking wet body to the bed.
I giggled as his mouth landed on my breasts.
“You always taste exquisite. You’re my favorite thing to eat,” he said, sucking my nipples gently into his mouth, one and then the other until they were taut and tender.
Feels so good. Your mouth feels so good.
I didn’t even try to hide my thoughts.
My mouth will give you pleasure all night, my love.
He sent back his thoughts through telepathy. We’d been working on thought exchange. It took a great deal of practice, but I was getting good at it, especially when I was alone with him.
He moved down lower between my thighs and dragged his tongue up the slit of my wet pussy. I moaned out for him and reached for the top knot on his head. He buried his mouth in my pussy and licked me until my cream was coated on his tongue. I never got tired of this. Never, ever—not once—got tired of him bringing me to orgasm with nothing but his mouth. Just knowing that he experienced pleasure from tongue-fucking me into oblivion sent me over the edge every single time.
When he came up, his kuvak was hard, full, and dripping with cum. The knot at the base of his cock was bursting at the seams, ready to fill me up with his seed.
“I need you inside me now, Anik,” I said, lifting a leg onto his shoulder.
He kissed up my inner thigh, giving the underside my knee a little nip with his teeth. I squealed, but then screamed the moment he pulled my core up to meet his hips and entered me to the hilt.
Our lips locked together and I moaned into his mouth.
“Oh, Anik…yes…,” I moaned.
He thrust in and out with deep gentle strokes that took me higher into climax. His kuvak began to rise from the base. I came apart when his shaft began to vibrate within me. And when he began to knot and lock inside, I screamed his name.
Once he was knotted, he couldn’t move in nor out. The only thing that was moving inside me was the vibrations of his shaft. I came over and over again like a sex puppet beneath him.
He took my mouth in his gently as he came, hard and long. A rush of cum flooded me like the rough tides of the sea. My sex tightened around his knot, milking him for everything he had to offer.
He growled in pleasure as his knot began to subside. We panted, but we didn’t part. His cock was still inside me, twitching, preparing for the next round. I could almost feel his kuvak filling with his fertile seed once again.
“I want more, Anik,” I begged.
“Then you shall have more…” He stroked my face. “I never imagined this. I am a lucky prince.”
“And I am a lucky princess.”
“Yes, tiki pa, that you are.”
I moaned out loud when his cock surged up into me again.
“You are famished tonight.”
“I can’t stand being away from you for too long,” he said, slowly working his shaft in and out of my pussy. “Every time I look at your face, your body…all I can think about is ravishing you.”
“That’s a good thing, my prince, because I love it so much when we’re together like this. For the record, you may ravish me anytime you like.”
“Can I ask you for something, Ryleigh?” His blue eyes shined brightly as he studied me.
“Yes, Anik, what is it? What it is that you want?”
“A son. A tutu. I want a son.” He smiled. “Will you bear my son?”
I took his face in my hands. “I will give you many sons, Anik. It is fated.”
And it was. I was fated to mate a prince.
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NEXT BOOK: ENSLAVED BY THE ALPHA WARLORD
These possessive aliens didn’t come to conquer.
They came searching for mates to breed.
They read our secret thoughts. Perceive our most intimate emotions.
They do not ask. They do not buy or trade. They do not bargain. They take.
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In an attempt to escape her cruel fate as a maid in the house of one of the most hated families in the nation, Aurora runs into a body as hard as granite. The seven foot tall warrior resembles a Viking and an alien beast all rolled into one. He’s dominant, his body glows with electric vibes, and he exudes a strength she’s never known.
When he cuts down her attackers, Aurora knows this savage doesn’t come to make peace.
He throws her over his shoulder and says one word: Mine.
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Vaxar is a Zunatorian soldier—named an alpha warlord for his brutal strength and battle tactics. When the King sends him on a mission that doesn’t include a bloody massacre, he is less than pleased.
But then, Vaxar captures the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. The human is gentle, responsive to his touch, and made to be pleasured by an alpha.
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Aurora stirs Vaxar’s inner beast and awakens his need to mate. There’s one thing Vaxar has always wanted more than fighting. A companion. And furthermore, an heir. He sees his future in Aurora. He sees his mission in a different light and knows she is the one who was promised to him.
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A handmaiden. And a vicious warrior. Was their union fated?
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Dear readers: This is a sexy SciFi Romance that contains lots of steamy scenes, loads of nonstop action, and heartwarming romance. This one contains a very possessive alpha alien warlord who thinks he has everything under his control…until he meets the heroine.
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Enslaved is the second book in a new alien abduction fantasy series by hot new author Gabby Dark. It’s not the last. See what’s up next or what you’ve missed…
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Book 1 Ravished by the Crown Prince
Book 2 Enslaved by the Alpha Warlord
Book 3 Given to the Alien Rogue
PREVIEW: ENSLAVED BY THE ALPHA WARLORD
These possessive aliens didn’t come to conquer.
They came searching for mates to breed.
They read our secret thoughts. Perceive our most intimate emotions.
They do not ask. They do not buy or trade. They do not bargain. They take.
* * *
In an attempt to escape her cruel fate as a maid in the house of one of the most hated families in the nation, Aurora runs into a body as hard as granite. The seven foot tall warrior resembles a Viking and an alien beast all rolled into one. He’s dominant, his body glows with electric vibes, and he exudes a strength she’s never known.
When he cuts down her attackers, Aurora knows this savage doesn’t come to make peace.
He throws her over his shoulder and says one word: Mine.
* * *
Vaxar is a Zunatorian soldier—named an alpha warlord for his brutal strength and battle tactics. When the King sends him on a mission that doesn’t include a bloody massacre, he is less than pleased.
But then, Vaxar captures the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. The human is gentle, responsive to his touch, and made to be pleasured by an alpha.
* * *
Aurora stirs Vaxar’s inner beast and awakens his need to mate. There’s one thing Vaxar has always wanted more than fighting. A companion. And furthermore, an heir. He sees his future in Aurora. He sees his mission in a different light and knows she is the one who was promised to him.
* * *
A handmaiden. And a vicious warrior. Was their union fated?
CHAPTER ONE
Aurora
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“You can run but you can’t hide.”
The warning from the guard echoed behind me like a bad omen. Still, I ran.
I ignored the sharp cutting edges of the rocks piercing the bottoms of my feet, the prickly branches cutting through my skin, and the pain licking at my shins as I sprinted wildly through the forest.
I was breathless. I felt like I was suffocating as the thick plumes of smoke from the fire blanketed around me. My lungs were running on empty, pulling in shallow breaths as I tried to flee from my enemies.
I promised myself that if I could just make it outside the walls of the settlement, only if it was just for a brief moment, all of this would have been worth it. My inevitable punishment would seem pale in comparison to a taste of freedom.
The sirens are blaring. More of them than before.
Something had happened in the prime settlement. Something awful. A breach, maybe. Chaos had erupted in the streets and marketplace as citizens raced to safety.
Soon after, a blaze erupted from the courtyard and black smoke floated up toward the sky. I remembered looking up and seeing a wave of stars in the black sky, moving along like the speed of lightning. Maybe I was hallucinating then because stars had never moved that fast.
I didn’t wait around long enough to find out what was going on. I saw that the stone gates had fallen and that the citizens were no longer contained. I took one last look at the Governor’s daughter who whispered one word: Go, and I fled the city. I wasn’t the only one who ran. But, I was no ordinary citizen, so the guards came after me.
Now, I was running for my life.
I stumbled on a rock and fell face flat on the ground. I wiped the twigs and dirt from my busted lip, got up, and began running again. My eyes were blinded by the sting of poisoned air. My nostrils were filled with the putrid stench of pollution.
They say that beyond the northern ravines, tucked away among the mountains is a sanctuary guarded by rebels. I didn’t know if I’d make it there but it was worth a try.
Heavy footsteps closed the distance behind me. I could feel the vibrations in the air. Branches and twigs snapped underfoot as the guards grew closer. I turned and saw a flash of red and then dived behind a row of thick bushes.
I stayed there, cuddling like a scared rodent with my fingernails and knees digging into the rough earth. Earth was in ruins. Nothing was the same. Even the dirt smelled of a nauseating gasses.
Two shadows moved near me. I held my breath until I heard their footsteps and voices go away. And then, I slumped against the ground and took a moment to gather myself.
Big mistake.
Someone grabbed my ankle and jerked me out from under the bushes. “There you are, wench.”
I screamed.
I looked up into the blackened eyes of the guard. His face was covered with a filter to prevent taking in too much of the pollution outside of the settlement walls. I kicked at him and struggled, but he managed to wrap a rope around my legs, binding them together like I was fresh kill. Sooner or later, I knew I’d be dead. I’d known others who attempted escape and were put to death.
“Please let me go, please,” I pleaded.
The guard didn’t speak. All he did was secure the ropes tighter around me. The second guard appeared next to him and pointed to the thick, smoke billowing up toward the sky.
“We’re under attack. The whole city is on fire,” he said.
“We still must take her back. You best check the rest of the forest. I’ve got this one. If she managed to get out, others have too,” the first guard responded. When the second guard was gone, the first one said to me, “You have such an easy life in your position, little one. Why try to escape?”
“I’d rather die than go back there,” I spat.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up. “And so you might die after all,” he snarled.
One moment he was grinning evilly and in the next moment, he wasn’t. Suddenly, he began sputtering up blood. I dropped my gaze down to where he clutched his side to find an arrow p
rotruding from his gut. He dropped to the ground on his knees in front of me and keeled over dead. Someone had shot him.
I squealed in panic and froze, thinking that I’d met the same fate. An arrow through my body. What an awful way to die.
My eyes danced across the dark landscape in search of the killer, but I saw nothing but fog.
My legs were still tied and I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I twitched and wriggled around on the ground until the ropes loosened. Once they were unraveled, I sprung up and took off. This time, I was determined not to stop. For anything.
I couldn’t even see where I was going. My eyes were blinded by tears this time. I trusted my feet to take me wherever it guided me on this godforsaken earth. If I ended up dead at the bottom of the ravine, then so be it.
I had no idea that someone was following me until a large dark gray figure folded out less than two feet in front of me.
I collided straight into the man. He was hard like granite. The force of it knocked the wind right out of me. I saw the moon and stars before I was momentarily knocked unconscious.
When I came to, I was staring up into glowing red orbs—eyes. There was another set of eyes. They were golden. And another—blue-ish. The men were all dark gray in complexion. Visually striking colorful auras flashed under their skin. They looked like Viking warriors with the way they wore loincloths made of leather and hide with daggers hanging from their belts. Strapped to their backs were quivers holding arrows. Some of the men were completely bald. A few of them had long hair twisted with a rope into a single braid down their backs. And muscles…they had muscles for days. They started talking amongst themselves in some foreign tongue I didn’t understand. Not one word of it.
