Captured: The Xandari Chronicles (Book One) (Dark Sci-Fi Romance)

by Raven Dark

  Bastard.

  Malek alternated between murmuring in my ear and nibbling on it, flicking his tongue over it until I was squirming between them. A faint hint of stubble brushed my skin, making me hotter.

  Z’pheer released my head and lifted his. As soon as he did, I tried to turn my face away, but Malek gripped my forehead with his palm. His seductive murmurs brimmed with warning while his hand slid between us, brushing my ass cheeks, and letting me know exactly what he’d threatened to do.

  If I didn’t settle down, he’d tan my ass all over again.

  I whimpered and deflated once more. The thought of anyone touching my no doubt reddened ass was enough to make me go limp in his arms.

  Above me, Z’pheer made a satisfied sound, his gaze drinking every inch of me in, as if he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He spread my legs, and his fingers slid over my pussy, two of them slowly, gently stroking my clit. Avoiding the tender spots again and slicking me up with my wetness, bringing the throbbing there to the point of pain.

  Z’pheer’s voice filled my ears, mixing with Malek’s. The concoction of cooing reassurance from Z’pheer and whispers from Malek about what a good slave I was confused the hell out of me and fucked with my head. I’d have been kidding myself if I said the control both of these barbarians had over me didn’t turn me more than a little. For some fucked up reason, even the idea that Malek wouldn’t hesitate to reign hell on my ass made my nipples peak.

  Z’pheer slid two fingers slowly into my dripping core. The sting made me jolt.

  “Ah! Fuck, you asshole!”

  Malek started to put his hand over my mouth again, and I killed a sob, panting. Z’pheer cooed, his hand stilling my hip firmly. His fingers slid with expert slowness in and out, his thumb massaging my clit, each stroke serving to drive away the pain with waves of pleasure.

  My hips rocked of their own accord. Shame scalded my cheeks.

  How the hell did this even happen? I was still raw from Raul’s brutality, and these two jerkoffs wouldn’t even wait for me to heal before they took their damn turn? Who does that? And my stupid body wasn’t helping. I was soaked. And turned on as hell.

  I squirmed and the pain made me pay for it.

  Z’pheer cupped my chin, pointing to his eyes until I kept my gaze on his. The man knew what he was doing. That gaze drew me in, a point to focus on instead of the pain. Since there was no way to fight either of them, I tried to relax.

  “Damka, ge’sh,” he purred. Good… something. The other word sounded like an endearment. His fingers stroked and stretched me until the last of the pain faded away and there were only waves of dark pleasure that left me writhing.

  My thighs shook as Z’pheer’s tongue circled my nipple, then lashed and sucked it into his mouth while his fingers dove in and out of my pussy, faster, harder.

  The orgasm ripped through me, sending me over the edge and thrashing.

  Humiliation gutted me and I sobbed.

  Z’pheer rumbled his approval. Malek continued to murmur praise in my ear. Dark, evil praise that had an unmistakable dirty sound and intensified my shame.

  Malek said something to Z’pheer, words dripping with amusement that filled me with dread.

  Z’pheer’s fingers slid out of me.

  “Now what are you two—”

  The two of them rolled me over long enough for Malek to get out from under me. Flat on my back again, I didn’t give myself time to see what they might do now. I tried to roll away, but Z’pheer gripped my chin from behind, holding me still and making gentle shushing sounds.

  Wait, when the hell had he moved? He was behind my head now, kneeling there. I snapped my head up. Malek was kneeling between my legs. He wasn’t as big as Raul, but his powerful frame still loomed over me.

  “Shit.” I tried to swing my leg over him and close my thighs.

  Malek seized my ankle and pushed my leg down again so that my knees were on either side of him. He said a word that sounded so dirty, it could only be the Xandari word for fuck. His eyes ate me up, burning with hunger, his pupils blotting out the purple entirely.

  He jerked me toward him until my ass was against his thighs. I cursed at the sting. Only the warning in his eyes, the grip Z’pheer had on me and the thought of Malek making that sting worse kept me from kicking him.

  Malek spread my knees, opening them with ease. His fingers stroked my tender pussy, but I was too turned on for it to hurt.

  “Nayna haz hes,” he growled, showing me the slickness on his fingers. He put his fingers in his mouth, sucking the wetness off. The greedy sound he made and the sight of him tasting my juices had my toes curling again.

  Z’pheer gently titled my head to the side.

  Oh, God help me. Having moved beside my head now, Z’pheer smiled. His long, thick cock practically filled my vision, already hard and pointing to the ceiling.

  My eyes widened, and I lifted my shoulders, but he kept a firm grip on my chin. Holding it at just the right angle for…

  Oh, fuck me!

  He pointed the monster head of his cock right at my mouth.

  “Vash,” he murmured.

  Vash. I knew that one. Malek had used it to open the partitioned-off area on the ship.

  A whole new kind of panic—shame-tinted fear—grabbed me by the shorthairs.

  It wasn’t that I’d never entertained the idea of sucking a man’s cock. I had, just like any normal girl. But Z’pheer wasn’t a man. However human his dick looked, he was an alien. Never mind that I only had a vague idea of how to give a fucking blowjob, and only from seeing what he’d done to Malek, I hated him on principle, and besides, I could see it in his eyes; I didn’t have a choice.

  None of my fantasies had ever included anyone shoving himself down my damn throat, regardless of my feelings on the matter.

  I’d have told him to go fuck himself, but that would have meant opening my mouth. Instead, I clenched my teeth and pursed my lips hard.

  Z’pheer chuckled, touching my nose while Malek lifted my hips long enough to tap my ass.

  I flinched. “Shit, you sick fuckers!”

  Z’pheer gave a charismatic smile. “Vash, nayna. Vash,” he ordered softly.

  Open, slave. Open.

  There was nothing else I could do. I opened my mouth.

  Z’pheer slid his cock almost gently between my lips, his palm cupping my chin just hard enough to keep me from turning my head. With his other hand, he held my nape. He pushed the tip of his cock in first, then paused.

  Alien words dripped from his lips, giving what sounded like directions. His voice made the words sound elegant as ever, but the hunger in his voice gave his orders a filthy tone that nearly made me come even without understanding them.

  Left to guess what he said, I opened wider, and he hummed in approval, pushing his cock in and out, at least half of its impressive length.

  Oh, God. The size of him stretched my jaw enough that it ached. And Jesus, if I thought the scent of him drove me wild, it was nothing compared to the taste of him. I wanted to hate the feel and taste of him on my lips and tongue, but the rich masculine assault on my senses drove me mad. My nipples peaked, my pussy clenching. Malek’s fingers stroked my core, only heightening the sensations.

  My tongue flicked over Z’pheer’s as if it had a mind of its own. The spicy taste made my head swim. It was addictive. Shame washed over me at the thought that I could have eaten him alive.

  “Damka. Ses damka, nayna.” He gritted the praise between his teeth, rocking his hips, his grip almost painful on my jaw.

  Something about Z’pheer always gave the impression of great discipline, but I could see that self control stripping from him now, ripped away layer by layer. Knowing that I had such an effect on him… it was beyond hot.

  I followed his instructions, or tried to, guessing at his words. I copied what I’d seen him do to Malek. Licking and sucking at his hardness.

  His head dropped back, and a hungry rumble left him,
as though every lap of my tongue nearly took him over the edge. His hips rocked slowly, and he hummed his approval. Taking his time and enjoying my mouth.

  Meanwhile, Malek held my hips down with one hand and slid two fingers in and out of my core, slow, controlled strokes. There was no pain now. The waves of pleasure sucked me down like an undertow, drawing me closer to climax no matter how hard I tried to tamp it down. Having Z’pheer fuck my mouth only made me crazier.

  The smugness that spilled from Malek’s alien tongue told me the bastard damn well knew it. So did Z’pheer’s victorious hum in his throat.

  Fuck, I’m going to kill them both, mark my words.

  Malek’s thumb strummed my clit. I wailed around Z’pheer’s cock, trying to push back the rising tide before it could devour me whole. My hips bucked as if my body was no longer mine.

  Z’pheer sped up, pushing to the back of my throat so that I almost gagged on him. Malek’s strokes sped up, growing rougher.

  I spiraled over the edge, bucking wildly.

  Z’pheer pulled out of my mouth. He worked his cock furiously and hot come spilled over my lips, across my chin and throat like thick, hot wax. Spent and panting, I didn’t have the presence of mind or strength to hide or turn away.

  Malek stroked his cock over my dripping core, rumbling something in my ear that sounded like a hungry promise.

  He thrust into me. Pleasure-pain shot through me and I sobbed, feeling as if he’d stripped a covering away I hadn’t known I’d worn.

  I must have tried to hit or claw at him, because Z’pheer was pinning my hands above my head while Malek plunged in and out of me like a man starved, harsh, greedy thrusts.

  “Kahn, nayna,” Malek ordered. “Kahn, esta sen.”

  Come, slave. My brain translated what I knew, filling in the gaps as best I could. He was telling me to come for him.

  No fucking way. I pushed the orgasm back. I’d already given far too much.

  He wasn’t having it. He lifted my hips, taking me at the angle he wanted and controlling the pace. Driving deep and taking me higher.

  “Kahn, nayna,” Z’pheer ordered in my other ear. “Kahn esta Malek.”

  Ordering me to come for Malek.

  The fucking heathens wanted everything didn’t they?

  I screamed, coming apart, hips thrusting franticly.

  Malek let out what could have only been alien curses, his tone thick with dark triumph. Z’pheer cooed his praise.

  Malek sped up until his pace turned savage. Then he jerked up, pulled out and painted my stomach with ropes of his come.

  I was going to destroy them. Oh, yes, I was going to fucking tear them apart and take everything from them they had taken from me.

  Z’pheer switched places with Malek. He put me on my knees and took me from behind, grunting and tugging on my hair while Malek took his turn with my mouth.

  Hopelessness and need swirled in an addictive mix. Malek fucked my mouth greedily, gripping my hair and controlling the movements of my head. Driving home the truth. I was at the mercy of these barbarians, theirs to do with as they saw fit, with no hope of escape until they tired of me.

  For some sick reason, that thought alone ripped an orgasm from me.

  I came two more times. The alien bastards seemed to be trying to mark every fucking inch of me; Malek spread his damn seed on my lips while Z’pheer roared in release and painted my back in liquid alien heat.

  I hated these men, hated what they were, what they did, but my body apparently didn’t agree. My body was greedy for them, craving them. My body was a traitor. It was their fucking whore and it loved it, milking all they had to give.

  The last time I came, my ass was in the air, shoulders to the ground, nails clawing at the dirt as I whimpered and half-sobbed, thrashing in Z’pheer’s unforgiving embrace. He painted my ass with more of him.

  He was always the nice one, but right now, I despised him as much as I did Malek. As much as I did Raul.

  Z’pheer murmured something against my neck, smoothing my hair back from behind now. The awareness of my body’s easy surrender cut like a knife.

  “Leave me the fuck alone!” I sobbed, turning my head away, shaking with fury and shame.

  “Heit, nayna.” He kissed my back. “Ve nast gohm takkan. Gohm.”

  I could have been way, way off when I didn’t know what half the words meant, but I imagined he’d said, “No, slave. We’re never leaving you alone. Never.”

  I hoped the hell I was wrong.

  10

  Back Through the Jungle

  Loud voices woke me up.

  Distant and filled with anger, the voices drifted from outside the cave. They sounded like two men in a hell of a dispute. Both argued in the same language I’d been hearing since waking on that spaceship.

  The Xandari language.

  There was also a heavy male arm around my waist.

  Opening my eyes, I pushed back the desolation that immediately tried to fuck with my resolve. I knew the plan. Do what I had to survive with these men until I could find a way home.

  I started to sit up and winced, lying back down. My pussy burned, still raw.

  I rolled onto my back, and whoever had his arm around my waist drew it back until his palm rested on my belly. I turned my head, looking into a pair of playful silver eyes.

  “Invak, nayna.” Z’pheer’s fingers caressed my belly before he sat up on the bed of leaves.

  If guntu was hello, invak was probably good morning.

  Sunlight streamed in through the cave, a weak illumination that I guessed indicated early morning, but on this planet, with two suns, who the fuck knew.

  Z’pheer said something else.

  I rubbed my tired eyes. “What?”

  Repeating himself, he started to roll me onto my stomach.

  Oh no, not again.

  I sat up, meaning to jump to my feet, panic making it impossible to accept what I knew was coming.

  He made a soothing sound in his throat and captured my hand gently in his. “Ma tik nek v’sav, nayna.” He held up the round container of balm.

  The balm he’d used on my ass last night.

  I hesitated. “That’s all? Just the salve? You’re not going to do what you did last night?” I hated the hurt in my voice.

  “Hiet.” His thumb massaged the back of my hand.

  Relief washed over me. I lowered myself gingerly onto the leaves and lay on my stomach.

  Z’pheer slicked up his palms with the salve. The floral and aloe-like scent made me want to relax into the thick, soft bed of leaves, but I refused to let my guard down. After last night, no matter how nice he was, I couldn’t trust him.

  While his skilled hands worked the balm into my ass cheeks, bringing the sting there to a soothing tingle, I rested my chin on my arms. It ticked me off that he knew how to make me feel cared for, tended to. Why couldn’t he just make it easier and be the barbarian I knew he was?

  The arguing was still going on outside. Malek’s and Raul’s voices were growing more heated. The anger and impatience in those tones made me tense.

  Great, that’s all I needed, to deal with two of these men being in a bad mood now.

  “Will you fix the translator soon, Z’pheer?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the arguing.

  He made an affirming sound, now working the balm over my aching shoulders and arms. It felt so good my eyes rolled back.

  “How? Where will you get one?”

  “Im Kalim Kador.”

  I scrunched my brows at the unfamiliar words. He gave me a reassuring look and patted my head.

  I glared over my shoulder at him. “Let me guess. I don’t need to know where we’re going.”

  “Daz. Ve stam—” He cut himself off when Malek let out a string of alien words I still assumed were curses from outside the cave. Z’pheer shook his head, and I heard Malek stomp off, his words growing distant.

  I stiffened nervously. “What the hell are they arguing about?” But
I knew he probably wouldn’t answer that either. It wasn’t a woman’s business what men discussed.

  He rubbed my back soothingly and spoke more alien gibberish. By his tone, his words seemed to say, Relax. You’re safe.

  I hated that these men made me feel so uneasy, even more than I detested being excluded.

  I wanted to ask what plan they’d come up with last night, but I knew that either Z’pheer wouldn’t answer, or that he couldn’t explain in a way that would make sense to me.

  He closed the container of salve and slipped it into his pack. I sat up slowly. Already, my ass felt better. I pushed down the absurd gratitude I felt for him and silenced the urge to thank him. I’d do what I had to in order to get along, but no more than that.

  He tipped my chin up. “Vi se hak sai, nayna?”

  It took me a second to remember that phrase. It was the same thing Malek had said when Raul had given me the food last night.

  I sighed, unable to bring myself to look at him, hating to give him anything after what he’d done. Him and Malek. “Thank you, Z’pheer.”

  He shook his head, still holding my chin. “V’ir.”

  “What?”

  “V’ir.”

  “I don’t understand. What is…V’ir?”

  He pressed his hand to my chest. “Nayna.” Then he set his palm on his own. “V’ir.”

  “My brain must be working slowly this morning. I don’t get it.”

  “Z’pheer, vol an sel—” Malek had stomped in, cutting himself off when Z’pheer held up his finger for Malek to wait until he was finished.

  Z’pheer put his hand to my chest again. “Nayna.”

  “I know. I know, I’m a slave. You don’t have to fucking constantly remind me.”

  He shook his head, patted my chest, then pointed at Malek. “Nayna. V’ir.” He patted his chest. “V’ir. Raul. V’ir.”

  Wait. If nayna was slave, they were…

  Mortification burned my cheeks. I put my head back, closing my eyes. “Master. V’ir means master.”