by Bertina Mars
Staring down at her bare body, framed by the backdrop of silks, his words whispered over her skin, adding to the intensity of the moment, adding their cares to that of his hands. “You look like a sacrifice to a conquering lord. A beautiful temptation offered in the hopes of saving some of her planet.”
Lana couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Well my lord, what would you like of me? What can I give you to secure the lives and freedom of my people?”
“Hmm, what do I want from you in trade… I know for the lives of the children, I get to more than taste you, I get to devour you.”
With the smile of a conqueror, Akketon lifted first one foot and then the other to sit flat on the bed and then he pushed her thighs wide.
Opening her as he crawled backwards, bringing his face level with the center of her body. His hands crept along the inside of her thighs, his fingers searching the already glistening folds.
Lana raised herself up onto her elbows so that she could watch as he shoved the dark curly tangle back from his face as his tongue traced the crease where her thigh met her hip and then scattered teasing, nipping kisses across the top of her mound. Finally, it was too much.
“Please, oh please.” The words escaped her, undoubtedly playing to his warrior’s ego.
“Please what, little Earthling? You didn’t answer me, are you going to give me what I want in order to save the children of your home world?”
Who would have thought I would find an alien into role-play?
“Yes, yes…devour me.”
The rich timbre of Akketon’s baritone pattered over her burning skin as he reveled in her desperation.
“You should call me ‘my lord’ my pretty sacrifice – show proper obedience.” That was too much. Lana reached over her head, grabbed one of the pillows that had been scattered around the top half of the bed and swatted his head with it.
Before she could bop him a second time, Akketon grabbed her implement of assault, laughing nearly as hard as she as he snatched it and threw it over his shoulder, off of the bed. Shaking his head, Akketon continued with the game he had started, “what a troubling sacrifice.”
Finally, he put his mouth to her aching flesh. He first sucked deeply, spreading the need across her mound. Then he grazed her with his teeth while his tongue speared to search through the shuttering flesh that hiding the gem of her pleasure from his immediate attentions.
Lana collapsed back on the bed, her arms slipping out from under her when his tongue flicked over her clitoris. At the onslaught, Lana moaned and twisted beneath his ministrations.
Akketon laid one arm between her breasts, his hand resting on her collar bone, his fingers stroking the hollow at the base of her throat, to keep her from bucking him from his current course.
Lana’s hands wrapped around his wrist as she moaned and cried out beneath him; as she gutturally begged for more. Akketon used his shoulders to keep her thighs spread, to keep her open to him, to keep her anchored and pinned to the bed.
As his tongue lapped and laved, overwhelmed her with pleasure, Lana’s breathing raggedly panted into the air around them, rasping in time with his movements.
Her chest heaved, her hear raced and suddenly pleasure exploded, it overflowed within her. But it seemed that neither one of them was done – the fires had only just begun to burn between them.
Finally, Akketon lifted from her, and Lana reached for him.
“No,” he chided.
“I will take from you what I will if you desire to save your world, not the other way around. I intend to tame you. To train you to my desires. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy them.” The last he murmured against her cheek.
While he whispered against her burning cheek, his finger stroked carefully at the slit – the juncture of her thighs; wetting it before probing it inside of her.
Akketon sat back on his heels and watched his movements on, around and in the intimate flesh that he had arranged to be on full display. Lana fisted her grasping fingers in the bedclothes as a gasping moan that she couldn’t hold back any more escaped between her lips when Akketon finally moved his finger within her.
Hooking his finger to stroke the front wall of her sheath – finding the dense bundle of nerves so few could find intentionally, Akketon forced louder cries from Lana’s throat.
At her mewling encouragement, he added a second finger, then a third. He flexed them inside her, moved them in small circles, stretching her sheath. The sensation was nearly overwhelming, and then it was.
Akketon lowered his head to her sex again, and his lips around the swollen, straining bud, sucking gently, flicking the bundle of sensation with his tongue. His delicate ministrations were a stark contrast to the unrelenting stroking and probing of his hard fingers inside of her.
Lana had a moment of clinical blindness – the room was gone. All that remained was her body jerking and heaving; the sound of Akketon’s accelerated breathing; the pleasure pain of intense orgasm.
In the distance, Lana heard cries echoing around the room and surreally realized that they were her own. When she finally reemerged from beneath the onslaught, the inferno of pleasure and need, Akketon was thrusting his hard cock into her hypersensitive sheath.
Akketon would withdraw until the very tip of his cock was all that remained within her, before driving the full length of his shaft deep into her body once more.
Filling her, intoxicating her senses. Each thrust of his body increased the feeling of exquisite fullness – so intense that Lana would later reflect, wonder if over aroused state of her flesh was closer to a state of pain.
All the same, it didn’t matter at the moment, and it wouldn’t in the future because she had found a mate of body and emotion that she had never realized that her mind needed.
Akketon continued the rough ride toward his own release, and yet another for her. Lana arched and thrust her body against his over and over until finally the blazing rush of pleasure rushed through her.
Akketon held himself on the brink, the clamping, rippling muscles of her body were desperately working to yank him over the precipice into the dark void of release, but he held off just so he could see the delighted smile that lit Lana’s face when pleasure was upon her.
At that smile, Akketon rested his forehead against her own, and rode wave after wave of physical delight.
Lana was beyond awareness and likely would be until after dawn broke on the horizon, but his words whispered over her regardless.
“Welcome home, Lana – My Mate.”
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PREVIEW OF “THE ALIEN’S CAPTURED MATE” BY BERTINA MARS
Chapter One
Mira Hawthorne used to love the stars. She remembered when she was 7 years old, laying out on the grass in her backyard, staring at the night skies. Pointing at a random glittering orb, she would ask her parents to tell her another story about the adventure they had on this one or that.
Twenty years later, this was the kind of thing that Mira tried not to think about. Now, she focused on the memories, thinking it better than what she was actually doing, looking out the window of the shuttle. The transportation ship started to shake and rumble, causing Mira to jump. Embarrassed, she looked around her quickly to see if anyone had caught her being afraid at them probably breaking the atmosphere of the destination planet. Then she remembered she was one of the only passengers.
I shouldn’t even be here, she thought to herself with a sigh, I should be in the lab. It was Mira’s favorite place to be. And Zethrad? It was a planet that nearly no one visited, and the only people who ever did were war buffs.
The Zethradans had a reputation as a military planet, and a military planet only. From what Mira had researched before her trip, and what she had heard from others, the people there were barbaric and primitive. As it was, they had something that her research team needed, though, and it was Mira’s job to get it.
Jak Newson’s voice still stuck with her. “It’s an in-and-out job, Hawthorne,” he had told her, “
Not like you’ll get much of a chance, but be careful not to fuck up even in the slightest. Relations with Zethrad are tense enough, as is. We don’t need the meat heads in military going and cutting our funding, got it?”
In and out, she reminded herself, trying to make it more easy. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, but nothing was easing the nausea or making her palms less sweaty as they broke through the atmosphere and neared their destination, Q’talik, the capital city of Zethrad. She wondered how loosely they were using the word “city.” Just in and-
“Everybody out!” the pilot yelled as he went through the aisles, grabbing and handing over peoples’ carry-ons to speed up the process of getting the few passengers off his shuttle. He said it in four different languages, starting with English, moving onto Spanish, and then finally in Zethradan.
She started to grab her things, heading for the exit with the pilot hot at her heels. Her nerves reaching a new height, Mira stopped right at the doorway of the shuttle, staring wide-eyed at the new planet.
She didn’t even see another Earthling, all appearing to be natives. She didn’t get much of a chance to look from afar before the pilot sighed and pushed on her shoulders to continue guiding her outside. “C’mon, out,” he told her as he ushered her out.
Zethrad was a planet with many biological similarities to Earth, Mira knew from her studies of the planet, which was really just a beginner course on their language, some independent internet research that she had done for the past couple nights before, and small folder saved on her digital watch that the secretary, Niki, had put together.
All of it was fun facts, nothing actually useful as far as Mira had seen so far. But what she was seeing was something vastly different, something she had never expected. It was beautiful.
Glass towers spiraled up towards aquamarine skies, twisted with delicate pieces of metal to hold it all in place, yet somehow adding to the beauty of the skyscrapers as well.
It contrasted starkly with the star shuttle port. It was made of glass like the rest of the buildings in the city, which really did earn the name “city,” much to her surprise, but it wasn’t ornate like the others. It was a simple block, and much smaller than any other shuttle port that she had been to.
Ping. Mira looked down at her watch. It was 2097’s latest and greatest piece of technology, a telecommunication device that you could use intergalactically, work around the wrist. There was almost nothing it couldn’t do. Right then, the ping meant that it was doing its most basic function: picking up a call.
Jak’s face appeared as a three-dimensional hologram displayed just an inch from her watch. Mira used to joke with him that she felt at risk from getting stabbed by his holographic, messy hair. Since she’d known him, it was always a mess, sticking up in the most random places. He spruced it up for fundraisers and board meetings with the stockholders, but that was about it. Mira refrained from making the joke now as his face appeared.
Jak wasn’t in the joking mood as much as he used to be. It was a pity, one of her favorite things about him. “Mira, hey,” he said, just as Mira slipped ear piece on to take him off of speaker, “You should be in Zethrad already. You are, right?”
“Just got here, boss,” Mira replied, then cocked an eyebrow, “Almost eerie timing… Do you have all your lab technicians tapped with location devices?”
“Yes, I can hardly afford to pay for my 5-year project to find the Fountain of Youth, but dammit, I found enough money in the budget to make sure I could find you monkeys at whatever bar holes you sink down into when you’re off the clock,” Jak retorted dryly, “Or maybe I checked the times.”
Mira wasn’t surprised. He had been obsessing about this trip for the past few months, since he had first asked her if she could go with him. She had been slightly disappointed that he hadn’t been on the star shuttle with her. “Obviously not, because I don’t see you here.”
“I know, I know. I missed the shuttle. Got caught up with a last-minute thing at the lab,” he sighed, sounding tired. Jak was always tired these days, but Mira expected nothing less.
At 41 years old, Jak Newson was the only one to come even close to curing old age. He was the new face of biology and life sciences. Mira was just his favorite lab technician, mostly because she had the most drive and ambition, plus he was a fan of her parents.
He was assistant to head of the department of sciences when she had first started as an intern. His passion for the subject and easy smile back in those days had made her fall head-over-heels in love with him, though Mira never admitted it to him.
“I already talked to that Zethradan biologist guy, Tyroc. He’s a hotter mess than I am, I can tell you that. He completely forgot about our meeting, so it’s going to be about an hour late.”
Mira looked around herself and then back at Jak. “And I just sit around here and wait for you?” she asked sarcastically. They both knew she didn’t want to be there in the first place, and now she was here on her own.
She watched the hologram of his face let out a slow sigh, looking down at something that she couldn’t see. “About that…”
It was obvious. Mira frowned deeply. She knew Jak too well to know where was going with this. “You’re not coming, are you?”
His eyes looked back up into hers, and she hated the fact that those were the same eyes that could make her heart skip a beat. “You’re my number one lab technician,” Jak said, “We can’t have you and me leaving at once. These idiots wouldn’t know what to do without us… I’m sorry; it was poor planning on my part. When I came back her to check up, they’d already broken two nanoscopes.”
The lab technician couldn’t help but be irritated. She was 27 years old, and yet she had still acted like a young girl, dreaming of this as more of a romantic getaway with her boss that had never once actually admitted his feelings for her besides when he was drunk and said she had the best breasts in the lab, even better than the skinny secretary that all the guys flirted with.
The compliment of being his “number one” fell to the wayside. “Great, so I’m stuck on a foreign planet all by myself, surrounded by strangers. Funny how this didn’t make it into your initial pitch, Jak.”
He scoffed. “You know how many people would kill to be in your position, traveling to a new planet and negotiating peace and all that shit?”
“I’m not negotiating peace. We were supposed to negotiate letting us harvest some of their wildlife.”
“You’ll do fine, Hawthorne.” He was getting impatient with her, Mira could hear it in his voice and at the fact that he used her last name. Jak didn’t like to argue, hated it in fact. He was much better at staying completely detached, working behind the scenes and then having someone else deal with whatever mess was caused by it. This time, it was going to be Mira.
“You’ll be getting a ride to your hotel any minute now, so wait outside. If you need anything, contact the office line. I’m turning mine off until I fix the havoc going on around here.” And that was it, him avoiding her being angry with him.
She had her mouth open with her retort, but Jak hadn’t given her the time to reply back, hanging up his call as soon as he’d asked his final question. The woman sighed, giving one last look around her surroundings before she decided to fix herself up before the meeting.
Mira weaved in and out of the people in the shuttle port with ease, what with there being so little people there. The only hard part was when she got to the restrooms themselves.
The symbols weren’t the restroom symbols she was used to, one being a red circle with a white outer ring, the other a single slash of red. Mira paused, then tried to look through her folder, but there was nothing in Niki’s ridiculous files that helped her with deciphering them. Luckily, a couple of male Zethradan came out of the one with the slash mark, making the process of elimination pretty easy.
With Zethradans, they were mostly humanoid, so it wasn’t hard to tell which gender was which. The only real cosmetic differences were with the faces. Zethr
adans had sharper cheekbones that jutted out, which always made them seem so regal, intimidating, to other races.
And while human hair color could range from black to brown to blonde to red to white, naturally, the only natural colors for Zethradans were white and black, and then every shade between the two, no correlation with age.
And that was one thing that had interested Jak, as well as Mira and the rest of their group. The Zethradans matured until they looked about 30 years old, though they would be about 70 years old at that point. Once reaching full maturity, they just stopped aging, kept living until something else killed them.
Mira made a beeline for the mirror, but unlike the bathrooms in the overcrowded Earth, she found this one to be completely empty. She let out a sigh of relief, finally feeling comfortable now that there were no eyes on her. Mira’s brown eyes found themselves in the mirror of the dim bathroom.
While she had been walking through the shuttle port, she couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes on her, having noticed the blatant stares she had gotten from the two Zethradans leaving the bathroom.
She frowned, looking at her blonde hair, which she had pulled back into a neat ponytail to seem more professional. It didn’t match the black-to-white shade wheel, making her stick out like a sore thumb. The biologist also began to question her outfit, which she had selected to seem more uniform and simple, like she expected a military civilization to use. They were pants and a simple, loose shirt, both black.
Over it, she wore a brown, leather jacket that matched her boots. Mira had always been on the curvy side, and now she was afraid that the pants were a little too form-fitting. They made her ass look bigger, she thought, which probably was the reason for some stares too.
I can just change before the meeting, once I get to where I’m staying tonight, she thought to herself. Suddenly, Mira’s eyes widened. Shit. I need to go claim my other bags and find my ride!
