His To Steal

by Taylor Vaughn

  “Any door I wish?” I ask. “You mean I’m free to go wherever I want on this ship?”

  “Of course,” he answers, as if my freedom to move about the ship should be assumed. “But I would ask that you follow me now, so that I may show you to the Xalling’s room.”

  Without waiting for my answer, he turns and starts walking down the hall.

  “Wait, Stevie’s going to have her own room?” I ask, rushing after him before the door locks me in the throne room again.

  Br’In frowns down at me from his superior height. “Our language technicians on Xalthuria are still working on a version of the translator chip that will allow us to fully comprehend hu’man tone. But given the way you continue to restate the information I have imparted upon you as a question, I believe you must be surprised.”

  “Well, yes, yes, I am. There’s no such thing as your own room on New Terrhan. That’s, like, something you only see in the entertainments.”

  “Our Xar feared as much, which is why our Qel’s parents have been sent for. I am told they will be here soon.”

  “Wait, Kira’s parents are coming? Here?” I ask.

  “Do you see what I mean about you restating my statements as questions?” he asks, stopping beside a door and palming it open. “Should I databoard the Xalthurian technicians and tell them to include this response in their upgrade?”

  I don’t answer, can’t answer when I see the room Stevie will be staying in. It is even grander than T’Kan’s with two story high ceilings, glittering walls, golden floors, and toys. So many toys. Stuffed ones, tech devices, and even a large robot k’vani. It looks exactly like Baby, except instead of brown, its skin is metal neon pink.

  “I thought you said you weren’t going to be the queen of New Terrhan now,” Mom accuses when she walks through the sliding doors with Dad, Glee, and Nova in tow.

  “I’m not,” I insist.

  Dad scrunches his brow. “Well, this sure looks like a room fit for a princess.”

  “You could fit five Leader houses into this one,” Nova adds, looking around nervously, like she’s afraid the room will eat her alive.

  “We really get to live here?” Glee asks, her human eyes big and round. “Dan can’t get to us here, right?”

  Her question puts my issues with this luxurious room in perspective, and suddenly all my protests about living in such an over-the-top space slide away. “Yes,” I answer Glee, my eyes connecting with both hers and Nova’s. “You get to live here. You’ll be safe. I promise.”

  I wait until everyone is settled and asleep before testing to see if what Br’In told me is true.

  Creeping to the door, I tentatively palm it…

  Huh, it slides open without even a second’s hesitation.

  I let out a breath of relief, only to have it catch again when I see the door with the royal insignia on it. Right across the hall. He moved not just Stevie and me in, but my whole makeshift family, right across the hall.

  It doesn’t take me near as long to work up the courage to go to T’Kan this time.

  But before I can press my palm to his door, it slides open, and there’s T’Kan, dressed in nothing but his military breeches, his dark hair down and messy around his shoulders.

  “Forgive me,” he says. “I wish to be a good father. A good mate. But my hearts were so overcome…”

  He looks away, then seems to force his eyes back to me. As if it’s the bravest, hardest thing he’s ever done. “I did not trust myself not to reclaim you. Right there in my throne room.”

  Oh, T’Kan….

  I look up at him.

  And he looks down at me.

  And then…

  And then…

  I curl my thin pinky around his huge golden one and lift our hands into the air between us.

  He goes completely still.

  At first I think I’ll have to explain the custom to him like I had to explain it to N’Maryah.

  But then he drops his head, and he doesn’t just press his lips to my pinky’s knuckle, he nuzzles his ridges into the back of my hand, his body shuddering as he whispers. “This…this is my happiest moment.”

  His happiest moment…

  My heart…it’s not a whole organ anymore. Just a puddle inside my chest.

  As fast as this happened, as crazy as it seems to hard reverse from hate to love in the span of the two weeks since his ship landed on New Terrhan, I have never been clearer in my life than I am when I press my lips to his golden knuckle.

  And as soon as I lift my head from marrying him, he drags me into his royal suite with a kiss that goes on and on. No, the Xalthurians are nothing like humans, but man, do they learn quick.

  T’Kan kisses me so good, I soon find myself climbing up his alien body. Or maybe he lifts me. Who knows? Who cares? Somehow my legs end up back around his waist, his ridged dick rubbing against my crevice as his tongue swirls in my mouth.

  To my huge embarrassment, I come from just the kissing and the rubbing, my pussy spasming behind its bark cloth barrier, with no restraint whatsoever.

  “It’s been too long,” T’Kan clicks against my lips. “Despite your too quick arrival, I can feel your slit through the barrier of our clothes, sweet and hot, still begging me to breed it. And your smell…”

  He gives the air a great sniff. “My mouth will spend much of the night feasting on your sweet hot…”

  That image makes my pussy clench even more desperately. But I find myself crying out, “Inside me. Please just get inside of me.”

  T’Kan is now the most powerful being on my planet, but he responds to my order like he’s under my command, lifting and pulling until my pants are off. Then pushing down his own form fitting breeches.

  Too long…

  He’s just as overlarge as I remember and I let out a choked gasp when he slams me down on his ridged dick, filling me up and completely impaling me with one stroke.

  Apparently, I’m not the only one who was made to wait too long. He explodes as soon as he hits home, releasing inside of me with an angry hiss.

  No worries, though. He recovers from his early release within the space of another kiss, then tilts me into the wall and starts taking me again, his length reswelling as if he’d never spilled at all.

  He’s a massive intrusion inside of me, but between my release and his, there’s no discomfort. Only pleasure as he drives himself in and out of me….soon I can feel another climax building.

  “Don’t stop,” I plead, tightening my arms around him and widening my legs. I want him. Closer. Deeper.

  “I will not stop,” he vows. “I will never stop breeding you. Never stop loving you. For all of my remaining days upon this realm I will be your romance hero.”

  With those words, we super nova. Dying in the explosion and reincarnating as one. Alien Baby Daddy. Mate. Husband. Overlord. All his titles fade away, leaving only one behind.

  “Mine,” I whisper.

  “Yours,” he confirms. “Forever.”

  Forever.

  That word sounds like a promise we’ll both keep.

  Then he starts moving inside of me again.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  T’Kan

  My diijo is up before I am.

  I had the most wonderful dream. My treasure came to me, with our Xalling and she had declared her love for me. We even performed the crude, New Terrhan marriage ceremony. But it was no dream. I realize this when I feel her warm body pressed against mine and her softs snores break through the silence of our sleeping chambers.

  She looks so peaceful cuddled against me. I almost feel guilty for what I am about to do, especially after keeping her up most of the night, fucking her so hard and long that my treasure’s voice eventually gave out from screaming my name over and over again. I would not be surprised if my seed takes and she now carries my Xalling. But even if she does not, I am content. For her declaration of love disease, too, have all the time in the world to make more babes together.

  I g
ently push my treasure onto her back. She remains a heavy sleeper, I see, barely stirring as I push her thighs apart and settle myself between them. Her scent is still intoxicating. How I managed to get to sleep with that smell is a mystery to me, but I will not be denied a taste of her sweet hot.

  Licking my lips in anticipation, I part her slit to reveal the soft pink inside. So pretty and ready for my mouth. So wet and inviting. I lick her sweet hot with a long broad stroke of my tongue. It is too delicious. With just that lick, my diijo pulses, threatening to spit ropes from that one taste.

  Not yet, I hiss inside my head. I mentally command it to calm so that I can continue my feast. For in the space of one night this has once again become my favorite thing, licking Zin’nia’s sweet hot, making her juices flow on my tongue, hearing her cry out my name as she arrives at euphoria over and over again.

  I take my time licking her up and down before sliding my tongue inside of her warm hole.

  “Mmm, T’Kan, what are you doing to me?” she moans, her voice still heavy with sleep. She squirms beneath me, but I place one hand on her stomach to hold her in place. I don’t want to miss a single drop of her juice.

  Zin’nia grips my hair as I shove my tongue in and out of her. She presses her pelvis against me, grinding, wetting my face, closing in on her arrival.

  “T’Kan…can’t take it. Too much. So good. I’m going to come.”

  Her words encourage me to tongue fuck her even more fervently. With my free hand I press her swollen button. This pulls a scream from her, and soon her sweet hot gushes as her breeding slit clenches around my tongue.

  I wish to stay between her legs, greedily lapping, but my diijo is more than threatening now. It pulses, heavy and aching with the immediate need to spill inside my female, to breed another babe into her womb.

  I flip Zin’nia onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, I pull her to her knees, then slam into her with one hard stroke. Essh! She is so wet, yet so tight, I doubt greatly that I will be able to hold on for long.

  As I plow into her, I take hold of her long braids in one hand. Does she still like when I pull them as I fuck her? Her sweet hot answers in the affirmative, gripping me so beautifully, sucking me deeper still.

  “Feels so good. You’re so deep inside of me.”

  I fuck her with frenzied strokes, holding nothing back, my gold body against her onyx one. There is no better feeling in the world than this, being inside of my treasure, her sweet hot milking my dijjo.

  No, I do not last long. I hiss as I reach my climax, shooting ropes of seed inside of her. And my Zin’nia does not last long either. “Yes! T’kan! I’m coming!”

  Her body shakes and shudders beneath mine, and I grip her hips to push all of my seed inside of her before we both tumble to the mat.

  Zin’nia’s eyes fall close, but I immediately turn my head to watch her. Her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Her body glistening with perspiration like she is glowing. I have never seen a more beautiful sight.

  I cannot leave her alone. Instead of letting her rest, I pull her to her side to face me and start casually stroking her breasts. They’re much bigger now and heavy to the point of looking engorged. I run a thumb over her nipples and the enlarged circle that surround them and squeeze them like I used to, and she responds with a pained moan.

  “Oh honey, don’t do that. It’s way too early in the morning and I haven’t fed Stevie yet.” She says this, but as she does, her breeding slit releases another spray of intoxicating scent, filling my nose.

  “Oh moons, that hurts,” she whines, biting her lip, and her breasts become even more engorged in my hands, “You should stop before I...”

  Should…

  That objectionable word makes me coldly continue to rub.

  “Oh, it hurts!” Zinnia cries out, her entire body writhing as she releases even more scent from her sweet hot. “Don’t, don’t, I’m going to…”

  Milk suddenly spills out of her breasts, dribbling onto my hands.

  The unexpected sight makes me dangerously hard, and I lean forward to tastes this, too. Mine, mine, I think wildly. Everything on her body belongs to me now that she shares in my love disease.

  “T’Kan, what are you doing?” she asks breathlessly, even as her fingers find my hair.

  My taste turns into a suckle as more of her milk flows into my mouth.

  “Oh, my moons. Why…why does that feel so good. Oh, honey. Don’t stop!”

  I do not stop. My mouth continues to pull until both of her breasts are drained and her breeding slit becomes messy with her juices, because my suckling keeps bringing her to her arrival. Then I turn her to her other side and breed her again with just one thrust.

  We fall back into slumber with her still impaled on my only slightly softened diijo.

  And then I wake her up again and thank her for feeding me so well as I take her with deep, rolling strokes.

  “Mmm, you can wake me up like this anytime,” she says when I finally pull out. She sighs and stretches her arms above her head, and by the stars, even this is enough to make my diijo come alive again.

  She has turned me into a ravenous monster, who cannot be sated. And I wonder how it is possible any other male could not appreciate her enchanting dark beauty.

  “I think when I report to my duties this morn, I will rip the spine from Phil’s body,” I tell her.

  She lowers her arms. “Because he had sex with me? I told you, that was—”

  “Because he made you doubt your beauty. Made you think you were unworthy when you are the most valuable treasure I have ever known.”

  Her eyes soften. “Oh, honey…” She sits up and cups my face. “I love you. I love you so much for that.”

  I smile at her words, sitting up as well. “I love you, too, my treasure.”

  “And I’m so happy about that,” she answers, looking deep into my eyes. “But please don’t kill Phil. I know he’s a scumbag, but if you start killing guys just for being shitty, you won’t exactly endear yourself to the people of New Terrhan. And right now you’re still in the proving yourself stage with them. Everyone will wonder if they are next or if they can be killed with impunity. Killing Phil would only prove people like my brother right. You must promise me you won’t hurt him. As the Qel Regent, I won’t allow it.”

  A Qel has no official power over her Kel. It is more a position of honor, with respect given to her by others, simply because she is his mate.

  However, I cannot bring myself to tell her this. I am so moved by the fact that she cares more about my future in her community than she does about my avenging her. Also, I can see the love shining in her eyes.

  I have no desire to erase that look from her gaze.

  “I will consider your words,” I say with a magnanimous nod.

  Zin’nia raises an eyebrow at my vague answer to her demand. “Well, here’s something else for you to consider.”

  Before I understand what is happening, Zin’nia is on her knees and climbing between my legs. My already semi-erect diijo stands at attention. She wraps her hand around my shaft and devours me with her mouth. I watch in fascination and lust as her head bobs back and forth along my length.

  Unable to keep still, I grab both sides of her head and guide her and move my hips. She speeds up, sucking my diijo with wild abandon and I come completely undone. I shoot my seed in her mouth. She slurps and sucks as a stream of my release dribbles down the sides of her mouth.

  Only when I am totally drained does she pull away. Zin’nia looks up and me and wipes her mouth with the back of her hands and smiles. With a hiss, I lift her up and slam my lips against hers, tasting myself on her, thanking her for her ministrations.

  It is a mistake to thank her so profusely, though. I soon want to fuck her again but if I do, we will not make it to our field work appointment. And Zin’nia is correct. No matter how much I wish to stay here with her, I must prove myself a good Kel Regent to my people. Love and duty…they now co-exist as on
e.

  I let out a hissing sigh. “We must shower, dress, and eat, so that we might leave for the fields. Your word songs have been missed.”

  “Did I manage to change your mind?” Zin’nia asks, her hand falling to my newly risen diijo.

  “Essh, Zin’nia,” I say, removing her hand before she makes me go back on my promise to be a good Kel Regent. “Very well, I will not touch Phil, but I will never understand how he could say such things to you…or let you go.”

  The soft smile returns, and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Well, thank the moons he didn’t want me because we would never be together.”

  “That is not true,” I assure her with a somber look. “Once I laid eyes on my treasure. There was nothing anyone could have done to keep me from claiming you.”

  “Oh T’Kan…” she says, leaning forward, and despite my resolve to get up we fall back into gratitude.

  I do make it to the fields on the time. But just barely.

  I arrive carrying Ste’vie in one arm, my other hand wrapped around my treasure’s shoulders.

  While working, I have overheard much speculation about my connection to Zin’nia. People whispers amongst themselves about whether I am the one who stole Zin’nia. And some have even thought, like Zin’nia, that even if I was the father of Ste’vie, I might breed another female, in the hopes of acquiring a son.

  However, after our arrival at the fields that morning, the whispers stop.

  We are fully mated now. A family. Anyone who ever doubted that has only to look at us.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  T’Kan

  “My Xar. N’Maryah is requesting an audience. Again,” L’Rzo informs me from the door of my throne room.

  I let out a hissing sigh and exchange a look with the Xalling strapped to my chest, the one who now carries the title of Rel Regent. “Perhaps the fates have decided to punish me for my complaints about having to read over several tech-heavy reports about the still under construction holo system.