Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2)

by Aana Celestya

  “Galtan!”

  *

  Why are they still arguing? Stupid fools, there are no options other than military deployment. He was getting frustrated with the representatives of the high command; about to put a stop to the bickering, Galtan pushed his chair back from the table, around which they were gathered, and stood.

  Before he could call a cease to the posturing and demand a decision, a scream pierced the air. It ricocheted around the lobby beyond the large doors.

  “Galtan!”

  Amiilya! She would only call out, expose herself if she was in immediate danger. Galtan bulled through the men surrounding him, filling the great chamber. When he reached the doors to the lobby he slammed them wide.

  They had her pinned. Men who should know better were about to defile his woman. His. The last thing that Galtan noticed as the world went red was a royal messenger staring, the man’s gaze switching between Galtan and the cluster of lower command assaulting Amiilya.

  *

  As she fought against her assailants, Amelia heard a monstrous roar fill the hall. The men on her paused and then their weight lifted. She heard screams and strange gurgling sounds; then the yelling began.

  When her eyes finally cleared, the haze from the first hit to her face lifted, Amelia saw Galtan. However, it was a Galtan that she had never witnessed before. He was mad with rage and using his bare hands to rip apart those that had attacked her, as well as any who tried to stop him.

  The whip-lean advisor that Amelia had seen the first time Galtan had ever brought her to the military compound; Furgen was Galtan’s current opponent. The male, who had terrified her with his suggestions, was no match for the man who had become her lover.

  It took mere moments, but by the time Galtan approached her again, this time to lift her into his arms, more men than Amelia could count were dead and the crystal floors were painted with blood. Had the crystal of Pavathi not been red already, the stain of so much blood would have never been lifted from the stone.

  Galtan’s hands were gentle, though his breath still heaved violently as he cradled her to his chest. Amelia wrapped her arms around her violent saviour, blood transferred from Galtan to her – smearing them both.

  Bathed in the blood of his opposition, Galtan turned toward the exit. One of the remaining high commanders moved to intercept Galtan, to stop him. But, the commander was waylaid by a royal messenger’s clear, ringing voice.

  “Stop.”

  “He just slaughtered most of the commanders.”

  “He has the right. Under the Royal Non-Restitutionable Verdicts. It is impossible to undo the actions transpired against the Lord Commander’s property; therefore, the Lord Commander had the right to collect compensation of damages in blood.”

  Galtan never stopped walking, so Amelia could not hear the remainder of the message. Ultimately, she decided she didn’t care. She was safe. Galtan had her.

  Chapter 7…Unbroken

  His gait was awkward as he carried her. Galtan seemed to be in a trance as he hiked through empty streets, lit by twinkling stars overhead and the jewel tone glow emanating from within the buildings the streets wove between. Amelia didn’t speak; in the aftermath of the gore, Galtan had lifted her in his arms and strode from the massive courtyard of the Pavathi.

  Amelia glanced over his shoulder, where her head had been settled since he lifted her in his arms, and saw that even though they were nearly at Galtan’s residence, their path was still marked by the bloody footprints, inky black against the cobbles. When they drew abreast the gated wall into his courtyard, Galtan stared at the woven metal a moment. Instead of opening the gate, Galtan launched his body up, onto the wall before dropping into the courtyard.

  Amelia could hear Herman mewling just beyond the door. It seemed the kitten could tell something was very wrong; the mewling retreated back, away from the door. Galtan reached out, laid his hand over the thick plane of crystal, and pushed against it. The door shattered and Galtan’s booted feet crunched over the clumps of glittering stone, crushing the finer shards into dust.

  Herman’s eyes glowed from the safety of the kitchen door way. Galtan finally lowered Amelia to the floor, his body shaking beneath her fingertips when she touched him. Blood of the men who had attempted to assault her, or had done nothing to prevent the attempt was smeared over both their bodies.

  Taking grip of the first and middle fingers of Galtan’s left hand, Amelia tugged him along behind her. They climbed four flights of stairs. Before Galtan could turn to ascend the final flight, Amelia tugged him away from the stairs to the bedroom, to the corner of the landing, and the door that sat ajar leading into the bath.

  *

  Galtan wasn’t sure how he had gotten home, he certainly didn’t remember climbing the stairs and entering the bathing chamber. However, at the first touch of Amiilya’s hand on his bare skin, where they slid up, under the edge of his tunic, grasping the fabric to pull it over his head, he came back to himself.

  Again he saw the bruising on her face, her arms. The long, draping tunic was ripped from the hem to the top of her hip, flashing glimpses of her long leg. Any of her injuries or dishevelment would have angered him; but, the bruised impression of a hand, Furgen’s hand, nearly had Galtan seeing red again.

  Galtan stripped his clothing and boots as he waked to a nearby cabinet and pulled a large jar of Velishi healing salts from its depths. Tugging the lid off, Galtan tossed the entire contents, in a sweeping cascade, into the large pool that was his bath. He strode back to Amiilya, and simply ripped the remnant of Falgat’s shimmering creation from her body.

  *

  Whatever Galtan had tossed into the water smelled of the redeveloped European forests, it was a smell that really called to Amelia. It was incredible to her homesick senses and it had turned the water a virulent shade of lavender. Amelia ushered Galtan down the steps, lowering them both into the steaming water. Amelia winced as the heat permeated to the bone. After the initial tightness, from the shock of the hot water, her muscles relaxed and she settled her body against Galtan’s. She felt his cock rise to stand between them.

  Amelia cupped her hands lifting small pools of scented water and tipped them over his body, washing away the blood of the men who had fallen in defeat before him. As she bathed him, pink rivulets sluiced down Galtan’s powerfully muscled chest, arms, and stomach.

  Amelia ran her hands through the mat of dark curled hair on his chest, making sure he was cleansed of all evidence of the rage that had gripped him. As she soothed and stroked, her hands drifted lower.

  Standing, chest deep in the pool of blistering lavender water, Amelia stroked a hand down his length, tightening her grip at the base. Galtan’s head tipped back and a gravelly moan of pleasure reverberated up his throat – the noise too deep to be human. After the display of bloodlust, Amelia knew she should be terrified of him, of what he was, but she felt so very safe with the man.

  Amelia looked up from where her hand explored the ridges of Galtan’s cock to his face and found him staring at her. Well, this could be more than interesting.

  *

  Galtan could tell that she was curious and he wanted to afford her the opportunity to play, to let Amiilya explore his body – she hadn’t quite had the opportunity to do so yet. However, the woman was driving him wild and there was something that he wanted to do before he lost control and had to be inside of her.

  Taking her by the wrist, he pulled her hand from his cock. Galtan then lifted her from the water as he sat on the steps into the pool. Lifting her high by her hips, Galtan settled Amiilya’s soft thighs over his shoulders. As he leaned back, she slapped her hands against the stone rim around the pool, bracing her body against the polished crystal at the first touch of his tongue between the curtaining flesh shielding the center of her pleasure. Swirling his tongue around the sweet opening of her body, tasting the silky by-product of her lust; Galtan thrust his tongue into her. While plundering her body with his tongue, Galtan managed t
o twist his lips around and stroke the pearl of Amiilya’s pleasure.

  Withdrawing his tongue, Galtan wrapped both lips around that delicate bundle of nerves and layered sensation upon sensation until Amiilya broke, shuddering her pleasure, on his face. Her body trembled. Soft curves shuddering, lungs heaving, Amiilya was limp as Galtan lowered her to his lap, straight onto his cock. He wanted to watch her face when the next orgasm hit.

  *

  Amelia had always felt that the activity, of oral stimulation would be so very awkward that it had never been a sexy, much less seemed to be an overly enjoyable diversion to her – the way that Galtan had just handled her body made Amelia think she might have found her new favorite pastime, next to having his thick cock inside of her.

  Definitely second to having him inside of me! Galtan seated her on him and plunged the heavy girth of his shaft deep inside of her – stretching her wide.

  He kept his thrusts deep and slow, extending their mutual need. Amelia felt an orgasm building, growing in intensity deep inside of her body. It seemed that Galtan was close to his zenith as well; she could feel his flesh throbbing, pulsing with each deep thrust.

  *

  Amiilya was riding him now, working her body in a delectable counter rhythm to his thrusts. He kept his eyes on her face, watching her flush deepen as the pleasure rose.

  She’s so close, her luerma blue eyes glazed. His own climax equally near. Galtan could feel the beginnings of Amiilya’s climax; she was but heartbeats from shattering in a decadent explosion of stars.

  Then, the waves of heat culminated and crashed over her; Amiilya’s lips parted, releasing a sweet, high cry in the midst of her thick moans and his deep grunts of pleasure. Her body shook, her clamping sheath quickly pulling him with her. In the bliss of orgasm, his body arched, his hips surging with each bone wrenching ejaculation.

  Galtan stayed inside of her as both their bodies relaxed, he leaned back against the steps and they slid deeper into the lavender water.

  *

  After the heated mating, Galtan had lifted her in his arms, and had stumbled up the steps of the pool and through the room to a small alcove in the corner of the bathing chamber. Amelia was dozing in his arms as he staggered into the alcove.

  When Galtan turned, braced his shoulders against the wall of the alcove and juggled her in his arms, Amelia forced her lashes away from her cheeks and opened her eyes to see that Galtan had a lift in the spire – and it was taking them up to the bedroom. As a panel of the ceiling slid away so that the lift could deliver them into the room above, Amelia noted that they emerged quite close to the bed.

  Galtan practically collapsed back onto the bed, Amelia’s body sprawled across his. A mutual contented moan escaped them and mingled in the warmth of the sleeping chamber. Amelia cuddled into Galtan’s chest and slipped into a deep restful sleep; Galtan fell into sleep as well, not far behind her.

  *

  The following morning, Galtan and Amiilya rose to face the day together, as had become their habit. Hungry they trekked down the stairs to the lower levels of his home, and the kitchen.

  As they hiked down the flights of stairs, Amiilya insisted that taking the lift to the bottom floor would have been better.

  “Alahi, taking the stairs will merely maintain your appetite. As the healing salts did their job in the bath last night, descending via the stairs shouldn’t trouble you,” Galtan justified laughingly.

  “I don’t need it maintained, I am already ravenous, if it is exasperated much more I will not be held accountable for my actions that result.” She groused.

  Chuckling, Galtan opened his mouth to suggest actions she could do; however, the jest would remain unsaid. Sitting at the small table in the kitchen was a man that Galtan recognized.

  Though he was garbed as a royal messenger, Galtan had met the man in an official capacity – he was no royal messenger, he was Of the Blood.

  In fact, the prince who had invaded his home was to be the next One of the Blood – the next autocratic monarch of Amirak-Ren.

  “My Lord Commander of the Armies,” the high prince greeted as he stood.

  “May I offer you anything, High Prince Second? I have some excellent Velishi tea; it is quite invigorating in the morning.”

  “No thank you. I already helped myself to your stash of infusions,” the prince gestured at the handled drinking vessel on the table.

  “I came to discuss the events that occurred at Pavathi yesterday.”

  “I see.”

  “Please, let’s sit. You, me, and your very lovely pet, too.” The prince smiled over at Amiilya before looking back at Galtan and resuming his seat.

  *

  Amelia could tell that Galtan was thoroughly uncomfortable with the man sitting at his table, a prince of the planet. Amelia considered taking offense at the man calling her a ‘pet,’ but frankly, it was the most flattering thing someone had called her – other than Galtan and Falgat – thus far of Amirak-Ren.

  Galtan waited until Amelia sat on a bench on the side of the table, before sitting beside her – positioning his body between her and the prince. Galtan waited, silently staring down the prince, his face expressionless. The prince didn’t cowl from Galtan’s unflinching gaze, but met it – a smirk tilting his lips. Finally he spoke.

  “So, there is bound to be a serious backlash from yesterday. There are those who have already dispatched messengers to the One, questioning your commitment to your post. There are some who avoided your rage who are seeing the opportunity to manipulate the situation for their advancement.”

  “There are none who could take me. There isn’t a single warrior on this planet, save one, who could hope to defeat me, and seize power.” Galtan’s tone didn’t waver as he responded, but Amelia was left wondering who could possibly challenge Galtan after witnessing the bloodbath the day before.

  “And what makes you think that ‘one’ will not do so?” the prince interjected.

  “Because he is sitting here warning me of the coming repercussions.” Surprised, the prince smiled, seemingly flattered by Galtan’s praise. “You are working up to a point, let’s skip the build-up and face the reality of what will likely happen. What do I need to worry about?”

  “I have managed to intercept the messages, but I will not be able to continue to do so. The favoured suggestion is for the One to seize your pet.” Galtan slammed his palms on the table. The prince held up his hand to stay the threatening eruption. “They, the ones looking to advance themselves into the freshly open commanding positions, have coordinated, there are too many of them to fight. The One will likely rule to oblige their suggestions; he will seize her.” The prince pointed at Amelia to punctuate the severity of the situation.

  “What would happen to me then?” Amelia quietly asked the men sitting before her. She wanted the truth of the impending reality.

  *

  Galtan had been afraid that there would be those who would make outrageous demands as a result of the extensive bloodletting he had enacted. However, this was beyond his expectation and now Amiilya was asking for specifics, and knowing the Second, the man would tell her. Instead of letting the Second extrapolate, Galtan answered.

  “Most likely, you would be publicly broken. There would be many who would use and abuse you. It would be a shock if you were to survive, though it would be no miracle. You would never be the same and you would be raffled off. I would be forced to witness every act performed on you. That is an estimation based on the last incident of a slave remaining unbroken and her master developing what is considered to be an unhealthy attachment.”

  “So, this has happened before?” Galtan could tell that Amiilya was still trying to process the list of horrors that he had admitted and filling in the details that he had left unsaid.

  “Many cycles ago,” the Second commented.

  “And those were the things to happen? You’re sure?”

  “Yes, I was there.” Galtan’s next words slipped from his mouth befor
e he could stop them, the horror of that long-ago day surging to the forefront of his memory. Every detail was engraved in his mind. “I will never forget watching those of the race I was born to, destroying the woman who taught me the word mama.” The Second’s jaw dropped as he realized the implication, but his revulsion was nothing compared to Amiilya’s dismay.

  “Galtan,” she said, her voice quivering. “If it comes to that, will you promise me something?”

  “What?”

  “Kill me. Quick. Consider it a mercy to me and kill me.” Tears rolled over her soft cheeks, but Galtan could tell that they were not for her, but for him. Before Galtan could answer Amiilya’s request, the Second suggested an alternative.

  “That may not be necessary.” Galtan turned to look at the prince, but his eyes focused on a thin, folded sheaf of papers, the man held. Galtan had to force his gaze to the prince’s face. “They are signed by the One; they permit you to remove your human from the planet. You are being asked to tour the Velishi capital. Granted they demand that you return with her, but you and I both know that things can happen in space.”

  It was the window Galtan had been searching for. He would take a small vessel and could detour to the space surrounding Amiilya’s home world. Galtan was confident in his ability to pilot her almost the whole way if not all the way to the small blue and green world. He would take her home; spare her the nightmares that those of Amirak-Ren tried to hide behind gleaming crystal.

  Chapter 8…Homeward