Taken by Space Pirates: A SciFi Alien Romance (Bound to the Alien Book 2)

by Flora Dare

  "Sing out."

  "Hand me your clothes, they've been whisking things in and out, they could easily disappear them."

  He chortled and said, "Good point. I'll pass them over your shoulder."

  His shirt came over my shoulder first. It smelled of him, musky and warm. My hands shook as his pants came over next. I balled everything in my lap and tried not to think about his warmth and how very naked he was behind me.

  I folded my hands primly over my knees and ignored the splashing sounds behind me. My imagination was working overtime, imagining him nude under the cascading water, his hands rubbing up his chest. I shifted in my seat, realizing I had become aroused just thinking about the possibility of him being nude.

  And I'll give Dr. Blattodea points for being extremely tricky, because at that moment the wall across from me mirrored, and I could see every glorious inch of Sam. I gasped, shocked into stillness for a long moment, our eyes locked on each other through the mirror.

  I squeaked and clasped my hands over my eyes, breaking our gaze. I could feel my cheeks blaze hot with embarrassment.

  I could hear Sam's low chuckle as he stepped out of the shower. I grabbed his clothes and thrust them behind me with my eyes screwed shut. After a few moments he said, "It's safe to look."

  He was closer than I realized and I swayed towards him before I stood up and moved away quickly.

  "My turn!" I tried to be chipper as he settled on the bed, looking away from me. His hair was wet and I wanted desperately to run my hands through it. I slipped out of my suit and handed it to him, feeling intensely vulnerable as I stepped into the shower.

  I turned my back to him and let the water cascade over me. I ignored all the mirrored surfaces that called out for me to peek, to see if he was looking at me. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to resist him.

  I quickly washed my hair and body and stepped out from under the water, squeezing the water out of my hair. A blast of air dried my scales off and I cleared my throat before saying, "Pass back, please."

  He put my suit over his shoulder and I reached for it. He didn't let go for a long moment until I tugged. He sunk his head into his hands as I slipped back into the shipsuit. Clearly I wasn't the only one feeling conflicted and horny.

  The tray and benches had been cleared, so there was no place to go but opposite sides of the bed. We sat there silently with our backs to each other until he finally said, "I don't think they need to drug us, do they?"

  I shook my head until realizing he couldn't see me. "No, that's what the bond is, an unspeakable connection and yearning. Until we consummate it, then you will be driven to uhm, breed me."

  "I'm guessing you mean more than just sex."

  "We still don't know a lot about the bond or why it exists. For a long time it was strictly forbidden to even discuss it. People who hated each other or who were from warring families were forced into marriages and forced into having children."

  Weariness was catching up with me, I could barely keep my eyes open. "But I'm not even of your kind, how does that even work?"

  "I don't know. My brother has a bond with a human, he's trying to break it."

  "Can you do that?"

  "Only if it's not completed. And it only mostly works."

  "But the doctor is experimenting on bonds, beyond trying to break them?"

  "Do you trust her?"

  "Not a fucking bit."

  My eyes shut for a second, and I only woke up when I caught myself falling. I said, "I can't stay awake."

  "I'll stay on top of the covers, you go under. Let's just keep to the edges."

  "Deal."

  Chapter Twelve

  Stretching out was heavenly. I couldn't think about him being next to me, although I could feel his warmth and smell him. It was like being wrapped in his arms. Almost.

  I was on the edge of sleep when a thought took hold of me. I could give him something, an answer at least, about his sister. A gentle snore from his side of the bed gave me courage to speak almost sub-vocally.

  "Dr. Blattodea, I know you can hear me. Find out what happened to his sister and I'll seduce him, without drugs, giving you your data."

  I felt a little sick at the idea, using our bond, tying him to the daughter of the man that destroyed his family while acting out a sick fantasy.

  But I was also giving him complete power over me. If it was truly unlivable, I could sink into an endless torpor and give him his freedom. But he would truly know what happened to his sister. It seemed so unlikely that she'd still even be alive, but I held a slender bit of hope in my heart. The lights flexed softly, it was the closest thing to an answer I was likely to get.

  I closed my eyes and let myself drift back into sleep. We would wake up together and I wouldn't let anything stop the desires that drew us to each other.

  I felt strong arms around me, holding me gently. A jolt of awareness shot through me. Sam was holding me, his broad chest pressed into my back. I knew this was my chance. Nerves fluttered in my belly, I'd never seduced a man before, and I had very little idea of what I was doing. I had to let my instincts guide me. I shifted against him, deliberately rubbing my backside in his lap.

  He seemed non-responsive for a long heartbeat, until his hands tightened against my arms. I circled my hips, deliberately feeling his growing hard length grind into me. His hands slipped down my arms then rested against my hips. He slowly drew them up my sides, pausing to unbutton my suit, slowly.

  I kept my movements slow and deliberate, I didn't want anything to spook him or wake him up enough to start thinking. His hand slipped inside the suit and softly touched the scales of my belly. His skin was so warm against my slick, smooth body. The little bit of roughness on the tips of his fingers caused a low buzz to reverberate through my body.

  My breath caught in my throat as a warmth and wetness flooded from between my legs. One hand captured the rock hard peak of my breast and gently squeezed. The other dipped lower, stroking the top of my smooth mound. Lightning shot through me, little sparks igniting every place he touched me.

  He nuzzled into me, pushing my hair aside as he nibbled up my neck. I had no idea anything could feel so incredible. He caught the edge of my ear in his mouth, a sharp nip followed by the lashing of his tongue. What little thinking I had been doing fled as I discovered how erotic he made every part of my body feel.

  He twisted my pebbled nipple just hard enough that I gasped in pleasure. His other hand dipped lower until it finally found the nub at the top of my cleft. I couldn't help myself and pressed myself into his hand, begging him with my body to touch me like he had in the tub.

  I felt, rather than heard, his low chuckle. He circled my clit, using it to press me into him. His massive cock nestled between the globes of my ass and he ground against me.

  He whispered in my ear, "Do you want this?" I nodded my head and pressed back into his thickness, trying to express just how much I wanted him. "Then tell me."

  I swallowed hard as he stopped moving. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly desert dry. My voice was harsh and hoarse but I said, "I want you. We'll figure out the future later, if we're going to die or be assimilated or whatever, I want to have this moment. And I want it with you."

  I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for his answer. It was only two heartbeats, but it felt like all time had stopped. The hand between my legs finally moved. I wanted him to plunge into me, but instead he moved up my body, tickling and stroking, finally holding both breasts. His fingers circled my nipples until I was shaking with need for him.

  He moved his hands up to my shoulders and eased the shipsuit down my back. Sam's hands were strong and warm as he pressed them flat against my shoulder blades. He used long strokes down the sides of my spine, relaxing me with a gentle massage. He knew I was inexperienced and untried and every time I started to get nervous, he would stroke me softly.

  His hands dipped lower and lower, until he had both of my ass cheeks in his hands. He squeezed my voluptu
ous curves and groaned in my ear. "Your body is incredible. I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

  He continued inching the shipsuit off my hips and down my legs, until I was finally laid bare. He pushed me on to my back and grabbed my knees, spreading me wide. He moved to kneel between my legs. He looked down at me with hungry eyes and my hands tightened around the sheets.

  I didn't know what to do. He pulled his shirt up over his head and I feasted my eyes on the dusting on hair that swept down his body. His skin was so different from mine and I wanted to feel it everywhere.

  He smiled as I looked up at him. I was suddenly shy. What if I did it wrong? My hesitation must have shown because he said, "Touch yourself. Like I did."

  My skin was on fire with nerves and embarrassment and intense arousal. I wanted him to bury himself in me already. But I let go of the sheets and softly held the side of my breasts. They were heavy and filled my hands. I stretched my thumbs to flick against my nipples.

  I was surprised how good it felt to touch myself like that and when I looked up at him and saw the raw lust in his eyes, I grew bolder. I stroked my stomach and he growled a little as my hand drifted to my cleft.

  "God, yes."

  I traced the edge of my labia, watching his eyes follow my fingers. I was so wet as I stroked my nether lips that I had to stop and tease my waiting entrance. His fingers tightened on my knees as I slid a finger into myself. "Fuck yes."

  He dropped his face down, following the path my fingers left with his tongue. He added one of his fingers alongside mine, and we both slipped into my waiting core. I arched with the added girth and grabbed his hair with my free hand. He moved my other hand to his head and tucked both his hands under my ass.

  He nibbled his way up and down my soaking cleft, stopped to circle my clit with his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth. He teased me for an eternity until I was a trembling wreck. He looked up at me and grinned. "Are you ready?"

  I nodded vigorously and just said, "Please, Sam, please."

  He finally peeled off his pants, and I sat up a little to watch. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock, and I gasped. He stroked himself and it got bigger. I was starting to rethink my plan when he positioned himself between my legs.

  He eased forward and captured my mouth with his. His kiss devoured me, and our tongues tangled and danced together. I stopped thinking about impossibilities of fit and became only shaking emotions. He stroked me with his thick cock, using it like he'd used his mouth and hand. Down, towards my ass, swooping by my opening and using my own moisture to circle the hard nub.

  He finally paused, letting the tip settle against my waiting core. He pressed firmly as I stretched around him. I almost panicked, this couldn't work, but he was unrelenting. He didn't rush me, just kept sinking inexorably forward.

  I was so full of him, all I could do was arch my back and scream out my passion as he seated himself fully in to me. He ground against me without pulling out, and I felt my desire build to even higher heights. I knew I was edging towards an explosion as he finally pulled out of me as slowly as he'd entered me.

  Just as the tip of his cock was about to pull free, he moved back into me. Faster this time, but still so slow I could barely breathe. He would fill me completely then pull out, each time quickening the pace until he was finally jack hammering into me.

  I was screaming, out of control. I could feel my peak moving on me and arched hard against him, throwing my legs around his waist and pulling him into me faster and harder. I don't know what either of us said, but my whole body went stiff as I exploded around his cock. I spasmed over and over against as he kept pounding into me, and endless wave of pleasure until he tightened and I felt his seed splash into me.

  He collapsed onto me and we just held each other as a warm golden light filled the room. I wasn't sure where my heartbeat ended and his began. We lay in silence, wrapped in each other's arms. I knew it couldn't last, that the Reivers lay just beyond the room we were in, but I expected more time.

  The light went from golden to bright white and we jerked apart. Dr. Blattodea entered the room and looked down at us, a small smile on her face. She bowed to both of us.

  "I appreciate the speed at which you fulfilled your agreements with me. Fascinating what people are willing to do for those they are connected to."

  Chapter Thirteen

  I went cold. I knew what I had done but I wondered what he had done. Cold realization struck me. He'd been seducing me as much as I'd been seducing him. Except I was doing it to give him the answers he'd been chasing for years.

  I looked sideways at him and he wouldn't meet my eyes. I cringed. I shouldn't have felt hurt and betrayed, but I did. He used me for his own gains. And now we were bonded.

  Dr. Blattodea chucked. "Really, you both asked me for the same thing, fascinating!"

  Sam got out of the bed, keeping his back to me while he slipped into his pants. He said, "Well, are you going to keep your end of the bargain?"

  She huffed, "Of course! Humans are so distrustful."

  I curled up on my side, no longer caring what happened. Sam would find out his sister's fate and we'd be converted into killing machines for the Reivers. None of it mattered. I thought on my brother, he would likely have done the same thing for me. I paused in my thought, No, he wouldn't do that to Meli. The bond would have taken him like it had taken me.

  She pulled a cube out and the dining table popped out. She set the cube down and said, "I'm really looking forward to my next phase of the experiment. Thearaugqua, your father really was ahead of his time. Do you know what his plan was?"

  I didn't bother opening my eyes and just shook my head. He was a sick bastard, what more did it matter?

  "I think he might have succeeded with Sam's sister. But he was creating bonds where none where before. His goal was to force a bond with a certain someone so he could create the perfect family line. I mean, I don't understand why he didn't simply breed you, he didn't need a bond for that."

  My gorge rose and I wretched. I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest, trying to hide my shock and horror. Dr. Blattodea was watching me with glittering eyes. There was nothing but cruelty on her face. She enjoyed seeing my reactions.

  I spat out, "You disgust me. You could have fought being turned, fought working for the Reivers."

  She threw her head back and laughed.

  "Oh dear, you really don't get it. Your father and I started the Reivers."

  Sam said, "Holy shit, that's why no one can ever find a base. You just blend in until you need something."

  She clapped her hands sardonically. "You win a prize! It's been very lucrative financially as well as advancing my experiments." She turned her eyes back to me, her smile cold and her eyes lasers. "I have missed your father's input, it was invaluable. But don't you worry, I'll take my loss out on your hide."

  She gestured at the cube. "Sam, you'll find what you are looking for there. I will give you time to get cleaned up before I return. I think I'll find you suitably pliant and willing to serve my needs."

  With that, she slipped out of the door, leaving wreckage behind her. He grabbed the cube and I turned away, feeling for my clothing. The shower turned on and I got up. It no longer mattered if he saw me. I plunged into the water and tried to clean his touch off of me. No matter how hard I scrubbed, I could still feel his hands on me. My back was to him while he read the cube's data, and I let myself weep while I could have some privacy.

  I was jolted by a shot of excitement and suddenly bewildered, until I realized I was feeling what Sam felt. I tried to pull away from it, but it pulled me in like hot taffy. It would be so easy to lose myself in him, to just give over to every emotion he felt, to give myself up. Like my mother had. I shuddered, realizing how horrible it must have been for her and how it had finally driven her completely mad.

  I stepped out from under the water, let the blast of air dry me and slipped into the shipsuit. I slipped my feet into the rugged boot
s. Somehow they made me feel less vulnerable, stronger. I finally looked over to him, my heart sinking at the wild exultation I felt coming from him. He looked up and flinched away from me.

  He frowned and said, "You understand, I had to do it."

  I shrugged, "Of course. After all, I gave her what she wanted as well."

  His eyes narrowed, "What did she give you? She said we both asked for the same thing."

  I raised one eyebrow, he didn't realize Dr. Blattodea meant we both asked about his sister. "I asked for information."

  "But she didn't give you a cube?"

  "She gave me the information I needed."

  His lips tightened and he started to say something, pausing for a long moment, staring into my eyes. I just stared back. I understood so much better why my mother had given up, sunk into my father's madness. The pain I was feeling was never going to stop. Sam wasn't capable of feeling the depth of the bond. I was alone.