Rescued by the Alien Pirate: Mates of the Kilgari

by Kyle, Celia

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Varia pants and cries out all of a sudden, and I oblige. Redoubling my efforts, I keep devouring her sweet wetness, only slowing down once she has arched her spine, her entire body becoming as tense as a nocked arrow. Hissing through her gritted teeth, she grabs me by the horns and keeps me in place as she comes, the sound of her ecstatic voice like a drug.

  “It feels even better now that I know we’re mates,” she manages to say between hard breaths, her body still quivering as she sprawls her limbs on top of the mattress. Looking up at the ceiling, she draws one hard breath and only then does she look at me. “Unless this means you’ll keep on getting better each time we do it.”

  “There’s only one way to know.” I laugh, climbing onto the mattress and lying beside her.

  “Is that so?” She laughs alongside me, turning to the side and laying one hand on my chest. Moving faster than I could’ve anticipated, she rolls sideways until she’s on top of me, her knees on either side of my waist. She pulls my shirt out, and then leans in until her forehead’s resting against mine. “Maybe we oughta go for another round and see if there’s an improvement.”

  “What other round?” I tease her. “It doesn’t count when it’s just you having all the fun.”

  “Weren’t you having fun? It looked like you were.”

  “I was having the time of my life.”

  “That’s better.”

  Reaching toward my waistline, she pulls my pants down, freeing my two hard cocks. She takes them both in her hands and, never looking away from me, starts moving her fingers up and down their length. Her strokes are absolutely perfect, and each time she reaches the top of my erections she caresses their tips with her thumb, driving me absolutely crazy.

  “I can’t wait,” I say, these words escaping from between my lips before I can stop them. “I want you. Now.” Placing my hands on her hips, I force her down, pressing the tip of my upper cock against her inner lips. She grits her teeth as I ease myself in, my thickness stretching her wide, and she draws one long hard breath once all my inches are buried inside of her.

  “Don’t hold back,” she whispers, grabbing my other cock and angling it down. My hard shaft springs up the moment she lets go of it, nestling itself in the warmth of her backside, and I immediately know what she wants of me. Good—we’re in sync. “Let’s go all the way now.”

  “Your wishes are my commands,” I tell her in a teasing tone, slightly moving my hips up until the tip of my second cock is pressed against her tight entrance. I take my time entering her, always scanning her face to see if she’s in pain, and patiently slide all of my length inside her back entrance. Once there, with both my hard cocks inside her, it becomes almost impossible to think straight.

  Still with my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, I start to thrust. It only takes a couple of heartbeats before she starts to scream, ecstasy dripping off her voice, and a wild grin takes over my face as the sound of it fills the entire room. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have someone like Varia to call my own.

  Every single inch of her is perfection made flesh.

  “Harder,” she begs of me, burying her fingernails into my pectorals as she tries to match my movements. Swaying her hips from side to side, she punishes my cocks mercilessly, the sweet tightness of her body making me delirious. “I said harder.”

  The lady asks, the lady gets.

  Gritting my teeth, I start thrusting like a man possessed, giving her my all. She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, and she surrenders to me fully. I fuck her in a savage manner, my body consuming hers wickedly. It’s not long before I see beads of sweat pooling on her forehead, exhaustion taking over her body, and I take that as a sign that she’s more than ready for the fireworks.

  Reaching down, my two cocks still demolishing her, I press my thumb over her clit and stroke it. I do it harshly, massaging it almost too viciously, but she seems to love the attention. A long drawn-out moan explodes from her mouth and, right at the same time, her inner walls tighten around my hardness.

  “Fuck, I think I’m gonna—”

  “Don’t think,” she cuts me short. “Just do it.”

  One more thrust and I come undone.

  We explode at the same time, our connection so perfect it should’ve been impossible. I close my eyes, electric fire lighting up my mind, and I exhale sharply as my cocks throb violently inside of her. Thrusting up, I offer her all of my seed, my warmth blending with hers, and my hips only relax when I’m completely spent.

  We don’t move. We remain locked in each other’s embrace as the minutes pass us by, our hearts beating in the same mellow rhythm. Lazily, she rests her body on top of mine, her head on my chest. Kissing her forehead, I thread my fingers into her hair and cradle her head. I hold her tightly in a mate’s embrace, knowing I’ll never let go.

  “No matter what happens, Varia,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll always be here.”

  “Always?”

  “Always.”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Varia

  “Being a ship’s captain has its perks.” Smiling, Solair pushes open the glass door leading into his shower, the steam rising from it already covering the cramped bathroom hidden inside the Captain’s quarters. It’s not as luxurious as the bathroom in a five-star hotel, but it sure as hell beats the communal shower rooms for the crew.

  “This is the only reason I’m with you,” I tease him as I step under the running water, its warmth relaxing my muscles. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and lazily run both my hands through my hair. “I was dying for a shower.”

  “There are shower rooms for the crew members. You know?”

  “But the company here is better,” I laugh, taking his hand and dragging him inside. He closes the door behind him and then stands directly beside me, his massive body offering me some support. Mother knows I need it—after the rough and tumble session we’ve just gone through, my knees need each and every ounce of support they can get.

  “Well, I can’t argue with that.” Squeezing some shampoo into my hair, he threads his fingers into it and starts massaging it, his movements so damn precise that I can’t stop myself from moaning. Yeah, he’s that good. “The company here is infinitely better. So much that I feel tempted to lock the door and remain here forever.”

  “Where would you get your food then?”

  “I could just eat you,” he laughs, turning me around so that I’m facing him. He keeps on soaping up my body, his hands softly massaging my skin, and it only takes a couple of seconds before I close my eyes again.

  “You say that again and I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

  “But I don’t want you to control yourself.”

  “Yeah?” I purr, my eyelids fluttering as I look into his eyes. “Still not tired?”

  “Never.”

  “Huh,” I smile. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

  Moving fast, I go down on my knees, my breath catching in my throat the moment they touch the tiles. To say that I’m amazed or fascinated by what’s right in front of my face would be putting mildly.

  I mean, I have experienced Solair’s two hard gifts before, but I’ve never seen them up close. At least not this close. His existence is a miracle of genetics. Not only does he have two cocks, but they’re both the biggest I have ever seen. I almost feel sorry for human males. No matter what they do, there’s no way they can compete against a Kilgari.

  “Seriously, you guys won the genetic lottery,” I mutter under my breath as I reach for his cocks, the two of them going hard with anticipation. I wrap my fingers around them, the lengths throbbing against my palm, and my heart hammers against my chest. Every woman knows what the plan is once she’s kneeling in front of a naked male, but the rules don’t really apply when the man you’re talking about is a tall golden alien with two hard cocks.

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  Stroking him with both my hands, I look up at him and grin.

  He returns my gaze, his lips slightly parted as he tries to control his breathing, and then places his hands on top of my head. He might be eager to take the lead, but I don’t let him dictate my next movements. Instead, I dive forward and take one of his cocks into my mouth, rolling my lips down his length until I feel him pressed against the back of my throat.

  Bobbing my head back and forth, I keep stroking his other cock with my hand, my fingers moving up and down his length in the same rhythm as my mouth. I keep going for a couple of heartbeats and then decide to shake things up. Allowing his hard member to pop out of my mouth, I then move toward his other one. I keep alternating, moving from one cock to the other, until he puts some pressure on my head with his hand, urging me to slow down.

  “You’re going to be the end of me,” he breathes out and, as I look up, I see the lines on his face deepening as he tries to restrain himself. The thing is, I don’t want him to do that. I want him to let go, to become his wild and ferocious self.

  “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” I tease him, slowly rising to my feet but keeping my hands on his erect cocks. Stroking him at a mellow pace, I go on tiptoes and brush my lips against his. I pull on his bottom lip with my teeth, enjoying the soft groan escaping from his lips, and offer him the most devilish grin I have. “It’s fine if you’re tired. We can stop.”

  “I don’t think so,” he growls, suddenly reaching for my wrists. Grabbing them, he forces me to raise my arms and pushes me back, only stopping when I’m pinned against the wall. With both of my arms trapped over my head, Solair holding me tightly by the wrists, I can do nothing but surrender to him.

  Pressing his body against mine, his two cocks against my inner thighs, he leans down and kisses me. He does it in a gentle manner, slowly parting my lips with the tip of his tongue, and the frenetic rhythm of my heart mellows out for a second. Hidden inside the whirlwind of lust that has taken over, there’s another storm, one made of passion and love. And to think I’d already given up on those things.

  “You’re insatiable. Aren’t you?” he whispers against my lips. “You can never get enough.”

  “That’s me.”

  “You’ve met your match, then,” he continues, finally letting go of my wrists. Moving his hands down the side of my body, he takes them to my hips and pulls me up and into his arms. He does it fast and effortlessly, almost as if I weighed as much as a feather, and I react on pure instinct alone. I throw my arms over his shoulders and lace my legs around his waist, my eyes locked on his as I do it.

  “Prove it,” I tease him. “If I’ve met my match, you have to—”

  He doesn’t let me finish.

  Before I’m through with my sentence, he places one of his cocks against my entrance and thrusts, no mercy or softness to his movement. His thick length enters me in a savage way, and Solair threads his fingers into my hair and stops me from throwing my head back.

  “Keep looking at me,” he orders me, and something in his voice turns me into a wet mess. Against all odds, against the laws of biology itself, I’ve become even wetter than I already was. It’s as if my body is sweating lust and ecstasy. “Don’t look away, Varia.”

  I don’t.

  I keep my eyes locked on his as he fucks me, each of his thrusts sending me higher and higher until I’m touching the ceiling of heaven itself. Even though my eyelids feel as heavy as concrete, I don’t dare close them. I remain trapped in Solair’s gaze until I reach the breaking point, my whole body burning from the inside out.

  “Yes,” he whispers, “come for me.”

  One final thrust and I explode.

  I finally throw my head back and close my eyes, a violent scream rising up in my throat and exploding in the air. Every single muscle in my body twitches and trembles, ecstasy whipping at every fiber of my being. Right now, I don’t think I’m capable of remembering my own name. My brain is busy processing the pleasure that’s consuming Solair and me, and whatever exists outside of it has become a mere detail.

  “Holy fuck,” I mutter as he finally puts me down, my head spinning like a blender. As my knees threaten to buckle under my weight, Solair comes to the rescue and holds me up. “What in the galaxy was that? I’m shaking all over.”

  “That was round two,” he laughs teasingly. “Didn’t you say you were insatiable?”

  “And I am,” I reply. “But for the first time in my life, I’m satisfied.”

  “Just satisfied?” His lips twist. “Not that great of an endorsement.”

  “Oh, shut up,” I laugh, playfully punching his wall of a chest. “You know what I mean.”

  “I do, Varia. I do.” Taking one step forward, he scoops me into his arms and kisses my lips. “I know what you mean. Now let’s tuck you in, shall we? You must be exhausted.”

  “Only if you promise me to breakfast in bed for tomorrow.”

  “It’s promised.”

  Sweet mercy.

  I’m the luckiest girl in the galaxy.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Varia

  Of all the times I’ve been in the Queen’s mess hall, it’s never been this subdued. Part of the reason is that there’s only roughly a dozen sapients sitting together at two long tables, making the chamber seem hollow and empty.

  Another reason is that everyone, Kilgari and human, can sense the change in the air. The captain has gathered us here for an arcane purpose—one that’s known to me, as it pertains to me.

  Solair’s senior staff are present in totality. Kintar and Jax I’ve dealt with more often than the rest, but their expressions remain inscrutable nonetheless. Swipt, the pilot with an easy smile and an easier manner doesn’t seem concerned, but then again, he never does. Grantian seems very uncomfortable and keeps shooting me confused glances. The task-minded Zander sits next to the flighty pilot, finding a way to brood even as he munches on some of the crisp cookies Jax has prepared. Montier is engaged in a three-way conversation with Ilya and Nicari, which I believe is about the tricky process of cryopod awakenings.

  Last but not least, Lokyer munches on cookies and stares around the room. This is the first time I’ve seen him off of the bridge, so maybe he’s getting his sightseeing in while he can.

  Solair asked me to gather up what I consider to be the “leadership” of our refugee band. In my mind that includes the aforementioned Ilya, Marion—whom I’ve begun to consider our quartermaster, even though she keeps trying to horn in on Jax’s mess hall territory—Fiona, and Thrase.

  I’ve also invited Lamira, partially because her presence is soothing to me. Also, I need a representative of the Frontier survivors present. Lamira talks to everyone with an ease I’ve always envied, and if anyone can feel the pulse of the mixed crew, it’s her.

  Lamira nudges me with her elbow and leans in close, not quite whispering but clearly uncomfortable with breaking the almost cathedral like stillness. “Do you know why Solair has gathered us here?”

  “Yes, but I think I should let him explain it, out of respect.”

  “Oh, you’re so mean.” She elbows me in the ribs, but her easy grin belies the attack.

  I perk up a bit when I recognize the approach of Solair’s long, booted stride. He sweeps into the mess, wearing a rich blue tunic with a v-neck that displays his chiseled torso. Between his alien dress, his golden skin, and the horns on his head, he almost appears like a Greek god come down from Olympus to grace us with his brilliantly handsome face.

  But then he gets that goofy grin on his lips and the image is dispelled, replaced by something more profoundly appealing. Solair is no aloof supernatural deity removed from his humanity—if that term applies to an alien. Rather, he’s the quintessential man of the people, able to put others at ease with just a glance or a touch of his hand on their shoulder.

  “Why does everyone look so grim? This isn’t a funeral ship.”

  Nervous chuckling rises up from the mixed crew a
s Solair settles himself roughly in the center of our half circle. He puts his arms akimbo and encompasses each of us with his gaze in turn. I can’t help but notice how his eyes soften when they meet mine, just for a moment.

  “I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here today, and it’s not to form a betting pool for this season of the BBL. Now that we’ve merged our two crews, we’ve all had to make a lot of adjustments and I’d just like to commend each and every one of you for performing at such a high level during this difficult transition.” He chuckles at himself and scratches the base of his horns. “I sound just like my father.” He waits for the ripple of laughter to fade before continuing. “Look, I’ve always played it fast and loose with the chain of command. Everyone knows that. But one thing has always been true; Grantian is my first mate.”

  Solair turns his gaze on the somber giant and smiles. “And that will continue to be true moving forward.”

  Grantian’s relief is so palpable it actually makes me feel better, too.

  “So Grantian is my first mate, but he, like the rest of us, has little experience in dealing with two distinct groups—women and humans. Well, guess what? Now we have to deal with one hundred and seven sapients who happen to be both. So, I’m officially appointing Varia as our Liaison Officer. She’s going to help guide us all—me included—through these tricky waters.”

  His gaze grows narrow for a brief moment.

  “But she’s still part of the chain of command. If Grantian or I are not present she’s in charge, and I’ll tie the first tongue that wags against her in knots. And even the first mate and I are going to be very deferential to her opinions because, quite frankly, she’s a damn smart woman, with military experience and lots of time spent on starships. If she weren’t qualified, I wouldn’t appoint her. Period. Our relationship has absolutely nothing to do with it. Anyone who doesn’t like serving under her is more than able to cycle out at the next port.”