Hot Alpha Alien Husbands: Book One: Daxx and Jetta

by Scarlett Starkleigh

  He smiled at me. Smiled with what looked like adoration mixed with lust.

  Like I was adorable. Like I was adorable and he wanted to fuck me. How he looked like both of those things at the same time was beyond me but that’s the best way I can describe it.

  He wore a white tailored button down shirt that felt like leather against my bare arms. But softer. And thinner. The buttons were white but very shiny, almost opal-like. He had on those suede-like pants but his were black. He had on grey suede boots a lot like cowboy boots. I was five foot seven and had never been considered short but I felt teeny tiny in his arms. And he smelled clean and fresh, like the air. He smelled…healthy. Does that even make sense? All of these men had clear eyes, great skin, an aura of healthiness. Muscles for days and days. It was weird.

  I glanced over my shoulder and all three of them had their eyes on us. These three other men were lookers, too. Astonishingly sexy. The mixed race blue-eyed guy, the Scottish highlander, and the tall, dark, and sexy pirate. I felt like I was in a porno. And I was the main course meal on display.

  The kilted guy belted out, “You’ve got her readings. Why are you even participating? The ambassador has given you unfair treatment, yet again.”

  The man who had me had pulled out a little calculator-sized device and was looking at it. He stuffed it into a pocket. The two other pants-wearing aliens had those calculator things in toolbelts slung low on their hips. The highlander alien had one against his chest in a sleeve attached to the harness he wore over his chest.

  I tried to squirm out of green-eyed alien’s hold while he put the thing away but he still had me hostage with one hand, cradling me against his middle like I was the size of a toddler. His arm was firm around my bottom, my legs dangling.

  He casually remarked, “I was given the translator implant because I was observing, assisting my father. Now I’m participating.”

  I examined his five o’clock shadow. I’d always found that kind of hot. I shook off those thoughts.

  “Unfair! The counts. There were planned numbers of men and alien females and you’ve affected---” Alien Jamie Fraser-like man shouted. (If you don’t know who I’m talking about, he’s the Scottish highlander hero from the Outlander series books turned into a TV series. The most beautiful redheaded kilted man in existence. Look him up. Trust me.)

  “As I said…” the alien holding me interrupted and he was impatient. He looked at them with this male aggression that was palpable. I’d heard a long beep in my ear as the two of them spoke at once and it jolted me but it wasn’t as bad as last time.

  “You three, feel free to battle for Treya. No difference. Extra man, extra woman. No difference. Go. You’re upsetting Jetta. Or you can go back and see about any of the others. There are still others, I’m sure. The reception just began, didn’t it?”

  His eyes landed back on me and then he fetched a black computer mouse shaped device from his pocket held it to his ear. It was a sleek-looking curvy cell phone, by the looks of it, the inside of the curve all screen.

  “Father, I’ve decided on a female alien instead. I have her. Brecken, Cairo, and Lars are right here and need to be set up to compete for Treya. Or perhaps not, should they opt to return to the party and meet another female. If that’s the case, Treya needs to be added into this mix. The woods. Yes. It evens everything out. Yes, I’m certain. No, we will discuss it tomorrow. I’ll be otherwise engaged until then. Maybe even the next day. No, I’m sure…. I do know this, yes. Goodbye.”

  His eyes landed on me and I swear they were heated. Heated with carnality. I felt it in very private places.

  The other men were arguing again and the screechy noise started again and I grabbed my ears. He set me on my feet and pried my hands away.

  “What’s wrong?” His mouth moved with one syllable instead of the two that came out.

  I gave my head a shake. The other men started arguing louder.

  “I’ll kill you!” the blue-eyed bare-chested one yelled and lunged in our direction. The other dark-haired pirate guy physically blocked him.

  “Don’t move. You’ll put her in danger. Daxx, unhand her and we’ll battle here. All of us.”

  “No. I won’t put her down. She’s in pain. What’s wrong, baby?”

  Too many syllables, too much beepy-screeching, I needed it to stop.

  “I’ll put her in my quarters and come back and battle you or you can opt to go battle for Treya. Your choice.”

  “I want this one,” Jamie Fraser alien said.

  “I want Jetta also,” Bare-chested blue-eyed alien answered.

  “Stop talking all at once,” I pleaded.

  “I’ll have Treya, I suppose. Or maybe I’ll check out the others,” the other dark-haired alien said with uncertainty, glanced at me, and then turned on his heel and left.

  “I’ll battle you both at once” Highlander alien said, “I won’t lose.”

  The arguing between the two who wanted me started up and the screeching started again and I grasped my ears.

  “Stop! When you all talk at once this ear thing malfunctions and it hurts!” I hollered.

  “Stop!” Daxx ordered and they both stopped talking, “If we all talk at once, it hurts your ears?”

  “This ear thing malfunctions, yeah.”

  He cupped my ear with his hand and then kissed my forehead as he ran his thumb down the ridge of my ear. He moved to take us away from the group and I didn’t even have the ability to absorb that because the blue eyed ripped hottie took a swing at him, connecting with his back.

  “How do you even understand her? You cheat! You have Treya, you shouldn’t have the translation device. I’m kicking your head in, now!”

  Oh, shit.

  -3-

  DAXX

  Daxx had always been a man with self-control. His upbringing had demanded it. But his control had been slipping in the past few weeks. Because he’d found out about the existence of Jetta Mercedes Michaels.

  She had a life force about her --- it affected him like he had never been affected before. She was pure energy and light. The sensations she had created in him before he’d even seen her in person were astounding to him. And now that he’d touched her, smelled her, felt the weight of her after lifting her up into his arms? He wasn’t going to give anyone else the opportunity to have her. Finding her like this? It was fate; she had to be his.

  He had been watching her obsessively for weeks on the live feed of the trip over from Earth. He watched her fight, argue, fuck with the minds of the Earth men who oversaw the women. He’d also watched her comfort others; he watched her sleep, he’d watched her alone at night awake, pondering her fate. He’d watched her just a few days ago, for the last time as she attempted to wrestle off a woman who was considerably larger than her. For what reason, he didn’t know, as the feeds had gone dark. But he had watched her at every available opportunity.

  The surveillance streams had been live, for the most part, since they had left Earth and he and many others had been watching among the several space crafts that were en-route via an open channel. But due to who Daxx’s father was, Daxx had access to private channels and hadn’t just watched them. He’d watched her. After the first week, he’d even had the translation device put in his ear so that he’d understand her words.

  She had bewitched him. And not just him, either. Apparently, several other men also liked feisty dark-haired little morsels. She stood out among the group because she was always drawing attention to herself.

  The way she had asked questions when the others had been trusting (or too frightened to speak up. Most of them looked beyond frightened). When she’d fought though the others had been compliant. When she’d shown bravery while most of the others had been meek. She’d tried to organize a mutiny. And when she was fucking with them when they were doing psychiatric evaluations, she’d gotten herself noticed, was generating buzz.

  And she was beautiful. Jetta called to him like a song he couldn’t get out of his head.


  Daxx’s father was a high-level government official, one of ten ambassadors to the council, the top government official serving this region, the largest region on the planet. Daxx’s father was hosting this region’s event and then each territory would have a series of events to match more of the Earth females with eligible men. Being the first event beyond that initial test with Daxx’s cousin and an Earth female, this one had Phallyxians from all ten regions who had competed and traveled to participate.

  Daxx hadn’t planned to participate, other than to assist his father with managing the logistics, if needed. Daxx had won the right to have Treya in a competition three months earlier but he hadn’t taken claim yet. And it was a topic of major discussion and buzz around the area because she was considered a prize and a valuable one, one of the few young women in the region that had survived the infection.

  Yes, it had been years since he’d had a woman. But nothing about Treya appealed to him and the finality that would come of fucking her weighed heavily on him. Because of the state of the population, a law had been passed that as soon as you bedded a woman, Phallyxian or Earthling, she was your wife and no one was permitted to touch her, under severe penalty.

  He’d felt stirring in his cock at the idea of hot and silky genuine pussy, of course, but something was missing with Treya. And not only was there the absence of a spark, something about her was off-putting. The remaining unattached women on Phallyx were treated as prized and valuable assets but in the few months he’d known Treya, he found her to be shallow and cold, entitled. She was so unlike the last female he had been in a relationship with, so long ago.

  And now, with Jetta in his arms, he knew he didn’t want to take anyone else but Jetta to bed and to his home. The finality of fucking Jetta was a notion that thrilled him, rather than filled him with dread.

  He’d been pushed by his father to fight for Treya because his father knew he’d win. Daxx was formidable as an opponent in sport as well as hand to hand combat. Treya was untouched, her virginity had been carefully protected, so if he took her he’d be her first and her only. His father wanted pure bloodlines for at least one more generation and Treya, as a Phallyxian, could deliver it.

  But Daxx knew about the forthcoming programs with the Earth women, was privy to information above and beyond the average citizen, and maybe it had influenced his behavior with Treya.

  Daxx had nearly lost his cool when his father tried to plant aphrodisiacs at a dinner party the previous visit. He’d left before the beverage took affect and broke his sex toy that night as a result of that dirty trick.

  He’d seen Jetta by that point and had imagined it was her that he was fucking, instead of the synthetic pussy.

  After he’d seen footage of them, correction: footage of her, he’d fully put things on hold with Treya. Up until then he wasn’t acknowledging, nor discussing the reason he had been hesitant, despite constant questions from everyone he’d come in contact with.

  He’d told his father he came to be on hand in case his assistance was needed, and his father had acted suspicious, taking the opportunity to ask about his pending nuptials and his future. Daxx wasn’t giving anything away. Daxx now knew why he made sure he was there.

  Treya was staying at Spar’s home but despite arriving the day before the first ship was to arrive, he hadn’t even gone to see her yet. He’d fought with himself over the urge to see Jetta with her dark hair, her pale brown eyes rimmed with thick black lashes, her pouty lips, and couldn’t get his mind off her. He didn’t allow himself to check the feeds since arriving the day before. He wasn’t going to allow himself to check to see when she might be arriving. He knew she would be here within a few days but had no idea what order the ships would be arriving in.

  This Jetta was so different from many of the others. Not only had he watched her question and argue her leaders with her expressive face and her sass, but she had also been nurturing to the other girls. Cuddling them close and stroking their hair and their backs reassuringly when they cried out of fear. Braiding one’s hair and telling ridiculous jokes to take her mind off her worries about Phallyx. She would be a good mother.

  Treya would have her hair braided. She wouldn’t do the braiding. Treya would need the comforting. She wouldn’t do the comforting. Daxx had no problem with providing comfort she seemed parasitic in contrast to Jetta.

  In discussions about the forthcoming Earth women, Treya had been interested in how she’d be considered higher ranking in social circles, being native. She was also enamoured, verging on obsessed, with the idea of the retail world ramping up again in preparation. Things had gone quiet in the past few years with such a small number of Phallyxian females remaining. He could understand basic interest and could empathize with Treya feeling lonesome without females but fully anticipated she would be a bitch to the Earth women, that she was looking forward to a life of spending money, redecorating his house, being a parasite.

  His father wanted him in the ambassador position, living in the capital, with a Phallyxian woman and Phallyxian heirs. Daxx was now an only child. His two sisters, niece, and mother had all been taken by the infection, and it had taken a toll on his father who was more intent than ever on pushing his agenda for the family’s future on Daxx.

  Daxx wasn’t anything beyond mildly intrigued in the other Earth women despite that there were many who were very attractive to look at. But this Jetta, he’d checked her stats regularly, checked into live and private stream feeds in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep and he would just watch her instead.

  Although he had pondered it since the day before, knowing she would be here at some stage this week and not allowing himself to check any details in order to not know when she might be arriving, it felt like his walk, timed with her escape to the woods, it was fate.

  He suspected that setting eyes on her and getting up close and interacting with her would tell him whether it was simply a fixation and curiosity or whether he would feel something that he knew he’d never have with Treya. He’d even told himself that this week would be the deciding week for his relationship with Treya. He’d either move it forward or would end it. But he’d been denying himself the urge to check to see when Jetta would be arriving.

  He’d toiled, warring between whether to allow his emotions to lead or to allow his logic to lead. And with the state of the world right now, he had to think clearly about things, about his future.

  Yet every time he got his cock into his fist or into a toy in the past few weeks it’d been her tits he'd pictured, her pretty lips around his girth, her ass bared before him.

  Treya would bore him to death. She’d irritate him. It would be a marriage of convenience, but convenience to his father, to Treya. What about what Daxx wanted? Nothing about a marriage to Treya sounded the least bit good to Daxx. He suspected even by looking at her that she’d be a boring or annoying lay.

  His family was wealthy, were the elite others wanted to rub elbows with, and while Daxx typically lived a much simpler life on the fringe of this region at the sea than most around here, he had to play a part around the others.

  His part was the aloof, refined, controlled son of a government official who was a shoo-in to take over in the ambassador’s position within the next few years.

  Treya hadn’t seen Daxx’s home yet. As much as anyone would find it to be a lavish home and beautiful property, Treya would find it lacking compared to the estate where Daxx’s father lived. She’d think of it as a holiday home instead of a permanent residence. And his home meant something to him for a number of reasons, including the last wishes of the man he’d bought the home from. That man had built the home of his wife’s dreams and Daxx hated the idea of installing woman there who would resent the place.

  And Treya’d certainly want no part in his busy and thriving business. She’d likely resent it for how involved in it he was.

  These were some of the many things about a life with her that bothered Daxx. She’d prefer to li
ve in the capital, near other powerful people, near commerce, part of whatever remaining social scene there was and to be in the thick of it as it revved up again. She wouldn’t want to play in the water, wouldn’t likely have any interest at all in his winery or in the miraculous plants that he grew that were in high demand. She’d want to be pampered. Daxx could pamper a woman easily but did he want to spend every moment of the day doing so?

  In familiarizing himself with the basics of Jetta’s details, he knew she came from meager circumstances. On Phallyx, wealth was status quo, poverty unheard of. Even those who worked domestically for others, which was rare due to the amount of automation in all Phallyxian homes, had a very decent standard of living and wanted for nothing.

  Phallyxians wanted for nothing until they found themselves without women. And they all wanted women very much. It was central to their happiness.

  Every heterosexual man on the planet, save the very few who had a surviving female, was equal in his desire to have companionship. Some would be happy with any companionship whatsoever. Others were a little choosier.

  The research Daxx had done had shown that Earth’s inhabitants lived in varying degrees of wealth or poverty, a much wider range than he was accustomed to.

  Someone at the lower end of the wealth scale here would be someone Treya would not be happy about being matched with. That same economic level would likely be considered wealthy to any Earth person.

  The land was rich and abundant but in learning a little bit about Earth, it behooved Daxx that a planet with the level of resources it had also had such problems with impoverished countries, with starving children. With greed. On Earth, food was often destroyed, discarded. It would never happen here if there were a limited supply.

  This region, especially, had been a wealthy libertarian society with very little need for law enforcement. That was, until the women started dying. Lack of female companionship had changed things and it was getting worse. There was great hope in what having women again, being able to have babies again, would do for the various regions of Phallyx. Some regions lived more lavishly. Some lived more modernly. But most everyone on the planet lived in abundance and preferred peace.