Tamed By An Alien Savage (Kutarian Warriors Book 2)

by Ivy McAdams

  And then there he is. Standing there in the dim, flickering interior lights of what’s left of one of NASA’s biodomes, naked but for the crescent moon on his chest. Those delicious hip muscles curve down his hard stomach to a cock like none I’ve ever seen.

  It’s not only long but thick―shaped fairly human, thank God―but crested with some dark-colored ridges. I want to reach out and touch them but I can’t move. There’s something about the monster that’s straining to reach me that has me mesmerized.

  The junction between my thighs is already like the Amazon―wet as fuck and twice as hot―and it aches as I stare him down.

  When I can finally glance back up at his face, he lifts an eyebrow ever so slightly. There’s a wicked curve in his lips. He’s giving me the hottest, cockiest face I think I’ve ever seen, and I can’t get enough.

  “I know something less boring,” he rumbles, and my insides melt.

  I sit up higher on the table and reach for him. He doesn’t move, except for a simple tilt of his hips. He fucking puts that cock in my hands and my mind is blown. This guy I thought was so young and inexperienced is tough as nails and knows what he wants. And he’s getting ready to rock my world.

  I wrap both hands around the hot rod of flesh, and my eyes roll, fluttering closed. His skin is so damn hot against mine, so hard and ready. I run a thumb over the ridges curiously. They’re stiff but flexible. They aren’t going to rip me open, but they might be interesting. The more I touch them, the more I want to know what they feel like inside me.

  “That is yours,” he says. His voice is breathy, with a slight trip that tells me he enjoys me touching him. “It yearns for you, my moon.”

  Oh, God. My eyes flutter again. He’s so hot.

  “Moon?” I breathe.

  He nods, looking at me under dark eyelashes. “Your energy pulls me like the moon.”

  My eyes jump to the pendant around his neck, recalling the words his brother told him. When I look back up at him, he smiles knowingly.

  “Yes. That’s you, my energy match. My moon.”

  A shiver runs through me, and my insides spill over with an emotion I can’t quite read, but it feels amazing.

  Perfect.

  God, I want this man.

  I run my hands up and down the length of him, using it to pull him closer. He rests his hands on the cold surface of the table on either side of me, eyes locked on mine with the best alluring spark I’ve ever seen.

  I want to drink him all in. Look at all of him at once. But I’ll settle for a limited view to keep him within reach.

  Up close his cock is even more magnificent. A darker silver than the rest of him, it positively shines.

  Now that’s the kind of sparkle I’m talking about.

  My nerves are fired up. When his cock jerks and pulses in my hands, I could nearly come without him even touching me.

  But where’s the fun in that?

  I let go of him to place my hand over one of his on the table. It turns to grip my fingers. I move them up over my leg and under the short skirt covering me. He doesn’t need any more encouragement than that.

  His hand turns immediately to cup my pussy and it steals my breath away. His skin is cold against my heat, but it doesn’t lessen the spark of pleasure that tickles through me.

  “Mmm, you’re so wet down there,” he groans as his fingers slide through my folds.

  Oh, fuck me, that feels good.

  My thighs clench around his hand as he teases a fingertip into my slit. He’s nearly got me coming off the table already. My grip on his cock is strong, but I can’t help it. I’m strung up tighter than a drum with the way he’s touching me.

  “You feel so good,” I murmur, trying to distract myself with stroking his cock so I don’t scream out loud.

  He withdraws his hand with what sounds like a growling purr. “Is that so?”

  “Mmhmm. So hard and strong.”

  His narrowed eyes are as exciting as the rest of him. “Human men are not like this?”

  I stroke him with both hands and shake my head slowly. “They have this, but it’s not like...this.”

  And it’s true. Xjhun would put Earthen men to shame. He’s as thick around as my wrist and as long as my forearm and I can’t stop touching him.

  “It’s beautiful,” I murmur, gazing up at him through lowered eyelids.

  That wicked grin is back, but this time with a wrinkle in his nose. “It is not beautiful. It is fierce.”

  I stop and open my mouth but I’m at a total loss of words.

  He pulls back from the table a few inches, sliding himself through my fingers, and then rocks his hips forward, successfully fucking my fingers and nearly exploding my ovaries.

  "Fierce," he growls through that delicious grin. "Hard. Strong. And made to please you."

  My pussy trembles.

  As do my fingers around him.

  His hands move against my skirt, pushing it up over my hips, but his eyes don’t leave mine.

  “Now your turn,” he says.

  My brain is too clouded to even follow him. “Wh-what?”

  He withdraws from my fingers and pushes through them again. I can barely hold onto him this time.

  “Your cock is fierce,” he says. “I want to hear it.”

  Oh, God.

  “My cock?” I murmur.

  It’s more a rhetorical question as I gather my wits―he’s not only taken over the lower half of my body but my brain too―but he nods just the same.

  “Mmhmm,” he purrs. “All yours.”

  The way he gazes at me so intently as he rocks the rigid length of his body through my hands again surges my confidence. He’s so hot and hard. For me.

  All for me.

  I tighten my grip on him, giving him a squeeze and a saucy grin. “My cock is fierce.”

  A light sparks in his eyes and the arousal in his energy flares wide open, spurring mine into overdrive.

  I open my mouth in delight just before he captures my lips with his. His hands move to my face, into my hair as he leans me back over the table. My legs dangle over the edge on either side of him. He pushes in close. His thick shaft brushes my pussy and I gasp against his mouth, writhing beneath him as a cry tries to escape. But I’m deliciously trapped under his weight.

  Then he lifts off me. One of his hands finds my breast and kneads it through the thin fabric, holding me against the table as he notches his cock to my opening. Even just the tip is enough to send me squirming.

  I spread my legs wider around his hips. I’m so ready and open for him. But he hasn’t moved.

  His eyes are on mine once again, that signature crooked smile on his face as he speaks. “My mate is the moon.”

  “My cock is fierce.”

  His face hardens, a wash of new arousal drowning me through his energy waves, and his hands wrap around my hips. There's nothing slow and gentle in Xjhun as he drives his way into my body, and holy fuck, thank God for it because I nearly explode.

  He groans out loud and I match him.

  His cock is amazing. It reaches deep and stretches wide. I never knew I could be filled so perfectly.

  I move my hips against him, and the happy purr in his chest is a bonus.

  He withdraws and plunges in again. Even deeper than before. And those ridges on top? They brush an area so sensitive inside me that I bolt upright with a yelp.

  What the fuck is that beautiful thing?

  My head is spinning as I ease back to the table, but the ridges have only just gotten started inside me. Already my legs are trembling. I press my thighs in along his hips and reach up to meet him.

  “How can you be so tight and open at the same time?” he breathes, his eyes rolling back blissfully.

  My lord.

  He is beyond sexy. It’s almost difficult to watch him enjoy me.

  He pauses for a moment to slide his fingers between our bodies. They move along my slick folds stretched around him, and I have to grit my teeth just to keep
myself centered.

  “You are amazing,” he whispers as he caresses me.

  “Open only for you.”

  A primal growl echoes in his chest. “Only for me.”

  Then he removes his hand and thrusts in deep again.

  I cry out, and he leans forward over me to take my hands in his and intertwine our fingers. I hold tight to him as I take his body into mine.

  The table moves and scrapes the floor each time he bumps it. His hard cock is powerful. Driving into me. Opening me wider. Touching the very depths of my core. The liquid heat gathered there clenches around him, swirling and building as he rocks into me.

  I cry out again as his ridges grind against me, pushing that happy little node of nerves into overdrive. My legs clench and my body arches again. I can’t get enough of him, but at the same time, he slams into me with even more than I can handle.

  My voice trembles as I arch my back against the tabletop. "My cock is fierce."

  Xjhun leans over to press a kiss between my breasts as he drops his hands down to my hips, pulling them in tighter against him as he fucks me harder.

  Much harder.

  Oh, God. I’m done.

  My body tightens around him. Muscles lock and swell. Our energies swirl together in a tornado of heat and passion.

  A long, low snarl escapes him as he drives in harder. His brow furrows and his jaw clenches. Besides his amazing smile, I think it’s my favorite face on him. He can’t control it. He’s losing his battle and winning the war, and it’s a delicious look on him.

  I lift my hips higher, twisting and teasing them against him, and his eyes open as his jaw drops. His muscles tighten and his cock throbs in one last long stroke. One that strikes me hard and deep in my core, destroying the last wall inside me. The tension pops free and a wave of euphoria slams into me. Energies hit with colors and stimulants I’ve never experienced in my life. My body jerks and weeps in absolute and utter release around him.

  Once it stops and my muscles begin to ease again, Xjhun pulls me up off the table and cradles me against him, my legs wrapped lazily around his hips and my cheek pressed into his shoulder. He takes a few steps back to lean against a wall and simply holds me to him. His nose and lips brush my hair.

  “My moon has come alive,” he whispers, and I smile against his slick skin.

  Chapter 9

  Xjhun

  The planets and stars have aligned and my moon is high in the sky.

  There was a part of me that believed I would never find the one that pulled me and spoke to my energy. That it was a silly notion too good to be true. Nearly all warriors have a need to be cared for, to have a woman back at the village that worries for our safety and keeps our hut feeling like home. To bare our children and gaze at us with adoration. To open wide for us and eagerly take us into their bodies with honor and pleasure alike.

  It’s a lofty dream.

  Having found my mate in such drastic times, when the Kutarian race is dwindling, feels nothing short of a miracle.

  I pull Trinity into my chest, and she barely stirs. She’s cradled against my arm, sound asleep. It didn’t take her long after our intimate encounter to start yawning. We found a few strips of cloth in one of the cabinets and made ourselves a pallet on the hard floor. She fell asleep quickly and I’ve been content just to hold her.

  I’m too alive and thankful to be sleepy.

  So I listen out and watch the door to be sure nothing finds its way inside.

  The locusts have stopped trying to dig in but they still swarm around the structure, making horrible noises and running into the door from time to time. The music Trinity put on faded away an hour ago. But even the insects have turned into a dull droning sound in the background.

  My mind wanders in the quiet.

  I should have gone on my uza hunt days ago. Soon the ghonts will return to the water and will be impossible to reach. The opportunity to become a high warrior for my people will escape my fingers until the next warm season.

  But holding Trinity close in the aftermath of our mating easily washes any anxious feelings away.

  I’ll choose being a warrior with a family over a high warrior any day.

  When she stirs in my arms, I lean back just enough to see her. Her sweet, content smile and beautiful face.

  I can’t believe how lucky I am.

  A strange happiness courses through me as I gaze down at her. She stretches her arms over her head, wrapping one around my shoulders as her eyes flutter open.

  “Good morning, my moon,” I purr, and some of that extra color darkens her cheeks.

  She smiles, fingers tickling into the mane between my shoulder blades.

  “Good morning to you.”

  She lays with me a long while, stroking my arm draped over her. When she finally gets to her feet, she stretches high, giving me a fantastic view of her long legs and round bottom beneath her hiked-up skirt. With a couple tugs of the cloth, she'd put herself back together and begins prowling around the room.

  I roll to a seated position as I watch her. “What are you looking for?”

  “Food. There might be some tucked away if we’re lucky.”

  I cast my eyes around. “In here?”

  “Sure. Humans are rather notorious about stashing food. Eating at work. A bit slobby I guess.”

  I chuckle at the playful scoff in her voice, then get up to follow her.

  When she glances back at me, her eyes go to my cock and her eyes widen. It may only be semi-hard, but she can’t stop staring. Her energy pulses with nerves and a leap of excitement.

  As I walk toward her, her eyes meet mine. Embarrassment radiates from her and I chuckle.

  "It is yours to look at. No need to feel self-conscious."

  She smiles with a nervous twinkle in her eye. “You may have to put it away or I won’t be able to concentrate on anything else.”

  I grin back at her as I grab for my loincloth that’s fallen to the floor. “Are you suggesting this to ward me off? Because it doesn’t sound like a bad deal.”

  I stride toward her, not bothering to cover myself yet.

  “You want to distract me away from finding food?” She chuckles airily as she backpedals a couple steps.

  “I don’t need food, and I plan to distract you for the rest of my life.”

  I can both smell and feel the arousal in her. Hear the tiny gasp in her throat.

  My cock twitches as it hardens further.

  She’s staring again.

  It only takes me two steps to cover the ground between us. She wraps around me as I hoist her up against my chest. My lips are on hers, her throat, nipping at her skin with my fangs. She moans and I’m ready for my moon all over again.

  * * *

  Trinity

  If only we'd kept to ourselves, Xjhun and I probably wouldn't be so hungry. But screwing like bunnies works up an appetite. And that random bag of Doritos I found on our first day didn't last very long.

  I’ve lost track of time, but we’ve been in the biodome a couple days at least. We’ve climbed on top of one another twice that many times or more. Afterward, I doze in his arms or he holds me while we talk.

  He tells me about life on his planet, and this time, I’m much more fascinated to hear. The plants and animals are much more interesting when he’s describing them. His stories flow from his family, now gone, to his friends. The many men in his tribe, the four females, and the growing number of children. He speaks of the young ones with a smile, and it warms me up inside.

  He’s so sweet and so strong at the same time.

  I think my lady parts just did a flip.

  My family doesn't make it into the discussions much. Only that I have parents and three sisters, all of which are fabulously successful in their careers. Not a floor manager in a jewelry shop.

  But none of the negative words seem to faze Xjhun. He just holds me close and listens until I decide I’ve had enough talking about them.

  This time, my reflect
ive silence is interrupted by my stomach growling.

  I need food, but the insects still buzz outside and the lights are beginning to flicker more. So I get up to make another pass of the room, just in case.

  “I don’t know how long ago the attack happened,” I say, digging through a low drawer, “but the power generators will only last so long.”

  “Then the light will go out?”

  “Yes. It’s too bad the room isn’t more airtight. The body could use more fresh oxygen.” I nod toward the small human body near the door where we left it. In all honesty, I haven’t been giving it much thought. I’ve been deliciously distracted most of our time here. It lies unconscious on the tile flooring, mask still secure around the face, and the skin turning an even duller gray.

  “What will you do with her now that your people are gone?” Xjhun asks.

  He stands propped against the wall, watching me intently while I search for food or water I may have missed the first time I pillaged.

  We've both dressed properly again. No matter how hot I feel when I look at him, even from across the room, we can't afford another go at each other just yet. Not without some food and water.

  Not that his loincloth helps all that much. He’s still gloriously naked everywhere else.

  "Another round of scientists are due to land in the next couple of months." I slide open a drawer and find nothing but vials of questionable looking liquids. Eek. No thanks. "I don't know that they've been warned that the base is gone. They've lost communication with us, obviously, but they're already en route. They're not going to stop until they get here."

  “I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Xjhun says, “but I don’t think she’s going to last too much longer.”

  I grimace. “I know. If I could find a way to feed her and get her more oxygen until then, we may make it.”

  Drawers open and close with no luck, and I realize Xjhun’s fallen quiet. The horrible chaos of insects echoes between us. I glance up at him, but he hasn’t moved. His eyes are on the floor, his shoulders square and tight. He looks as if he’s standing in a hospital waiting area, dreading the bad news.