Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

  What would happen if I popped the first button, and then the next, and the next? What would happen if I did these things and still told him no?

  Would he listen? Would he pressure me for sex like most human men would?

  “I am honored you wish to familiarize yourself with my body.”

  My concern must have shown on my face for him to say such a thing. Darting my attention up to meet his eyes, I sucked my lower lip, unsure what to say. “No mind tricks.”

  I swear, he smirked. “I can lie still. You may do what you wish.”

  Sitting up on a hip, I did exactly that. I undid his shirt, spread the fabric, and stared down at a powerful chest, smooth, striped, and lean. Right down the middle was the line I liked best, the one that bisected his face, his neck, his body, as if perfectly segmenting him in two. Tracing it, I followed the bumps of musculature, on a body with no belly button, wondering if these were a sign of whatever species had mothered him.

  How had he been born? What planet had his forbearer found a ‘life partner’ on?

  Maybe he’d been hatched?

  The only things I knew about Phi were that he loved to eat pie, had a penchant for swimming, and that he’d built me a house by a lake. He had also shown himself to be a giving lover.

  And had tentacles around his wang...

  “Where are you from?”

  “A world with lots of water. My mother, for lack of a better word, was amphibious.”

  So yes, he’d been hatched. And also, yes, he was poking around in my thoughts.

  “I will respect your desire that I not implant any suggestions, but it’s impossible for me to not have a general idea of what you are thinking.”

  And it was aggravating. “Why go to the trouble of speaking then?”

  “Because you cannot know me any other way. I want you to know me. I want you to know I’m an architect, that I enjoy your earth, that I can’t see color like you can.”

  Arching a brow, I teased, “You can’t see color?”

  “Only grayscale. When you think of me as silvery-green, I do not know what that means.”

  At least there was some way I had the upper hand. Smug, I leered, and went right back to exploring.

  His hand came up, catching my hair to tuck behind my ear. “It amuses you?”

  It did. There was a whole mess of colorblind aliens walking over my planet who’d never understand a great deal of human opinion on art, fashion, flowers...

  That made those things mine.

  Stopping at his waistband, I found I did have a question I wanted a direct answer to. “How much more is your body going to change?”

  “It depends on what is needed to make us fully compatible.” Phi offered me the subtle reminder that I too was changing, augmenting his answer when I grew nervous. “The majority of adaptation will take place on my end.”

  Which begged the greater question...

  My smirk vanished, and I sat back, pulling my hand from his body. “What does it mean to be assimilated? If one of you are going to do it to me, I have a right to know.”

  A new expression crossed Phi’s face, the expression of possessiveness. “I won’t let another of my kind assimilate you. I will be the one to take you as life partner.”

  It didn’t seem I had much say in it. “You said you’d removed other challengers.”

  Sitting up, so much taller than I, he looked down at me and grew a bit fierce. “Removed, yes.”

  Creepy. I was pretty sure removed meant murdered... but I’d rather not know.

  “We have developed a proclivity for human pleasure. There are not many species that reproduce in such an exquisite fashion.” He shifted again, moving forward so I had no choice but to move back. In three seconds he had me pressed against my pillows, hovering with a hungry grin on his face. “As such, five already have attempted to have a taste of you. More will try, unless...”

  I knew what he was getting at. “...I let you do what you want to me.”

  He stretched like a cat, settling even more firmly atop my body. “I could make love to you every hour of every day, over and over until there was nothing left of either of us.”

  Even if I wasn’t looking for physical release in that moment, his words did stir a little twinge down below. “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “It is different with every pairing. In your transition, you have begun to mimic my dermal patterns, your metabolism has increased, your immune system is fortified, and I expect you will live decades longer than your un-partnered contemporaries. Your reproductive system will alter slightly to accommodate our future children, and your skill at evading my suggestions will most likely expand.” He looked about ready to eat me. “Nothing can be sure until transition is complete. But I can say, you will be even more perfect than you already are.”

  Cornered, I felt I had very little say in my future. Not that I’d had really any say in my life up until this point. “What about what I want?”

  It seemed as if my question was exactly the one he’d been waiting for me to ask. “Tell me what you want. Give me the opportunity to prove I can make you happy.”

  No one had ever asked me that before. Yes, I’d led the conversation this direction, but hearing him ask me directly, I had no idea what to say.

  I had no idea what I wanted. Mentally stumbling in search of an answer, all I could blurt out was, “I need to find a new job.”

  “But what do you want, Emily?”

  Once, a long time ago, I’d wanted to go to college. Saying it out loud seemed wrong though.

  He might not have been playing his tricks, but he was still in my head. Looking to comfort me, Phi maneuvered so he could cup my cheek as he said, “There is nothing wrong in seeking to expand your knowledge. A mind like yours is wasted as a waitress.”

  It might have been the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. It didn’t change facts. “I can’t afford it.”

  “Your brother does not own you anymore.” An unspoken ‘I do’ was impossible to miss. Just as impossible to miss as his forming sex organ poking me below. “My life partner will go to college if she wishes.”

  It seemed as if the offer was on the table. I’d spread my legs and let him inside my body, and in turn he would offer my dreams on a silver platter. “What about his children?”

  “If you let me kiss you, Emily, I give you my word the monthly check will be sent.” His lips hovering over mine, he whispered, “But he will never be allowed to speak to you again the way he did today. Human males have grown repugnant.”

  On that, we were agreed.

  The fairytale... the silliness of the situation... I grasped it. Who talked like this? Who actually was tempted to be swept away by a practical stranger—a green Prince Charming?

  I was.

  The idea of spending one more day in my sad apartment made me want to scream. And so I sold my soul to a creature that might have been the devil for all I knew. “Where do you want to kiss me?”

  Phi didn’t hesitate to reach between my legs and grab my pussy. “Here.”

  I let him. I let him do anything he wished, powerless to say no when each nerve was singing and pleasure eclipsed my endless worries. Coming more times than I could count, I even looked forward to the pop of his impending release and to the pain that would follow.

  And follow it did. Phi was determined in his attempt to complete assimilation. Lying under him, twisted by barbs that dug through organs and flesh, I paid the price he exacted.

  When it was over, I was in shock, shaking, cold, and unable to complain when he wrapped me in a blanket and carried me through the streets all the way back to his apartment.

  Chapter Eight

  Spoiled rotten, that’s what I was.

  I wasn’t keen on all of it, but what relationship was flawless?

  Phi had become more human, his eyes had even adapted just enough that he could see my world in color. And it had thrilled him. Being like me in any way had thrilled him.

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nbsp; My stripes had darkened, but no human seemed to notice. Phi’s alien buddies certainly did. Their eyes followed me when I walked outside as if I were some mythical creature they’d heard stories about but had never seen in person.

  Self-conscious, I kept mostly covered unless at home, where I kept mostly naked.

  And yes, my home had changed. There had not been room in my old apartment to study, no table to spread out worksheets or pile up books. Phi had a desk just for my use in his beautiful home, a pretty lamp, supplies, all beside French doors with an actual view... of water.

  Just like he had a bedroom for me, fresh food in the fridge, and new clothing waiting should I want to wear it.

  University was a year or two away, but my catch-up courses at a nearby community college were going well. Surprisingly, I wasn’t the oldest or the only striped student in the class. There were three other women just like me. Their markings were different and their life partners were strangers, but we each had a similar story.

  We each had the chance at a real future now.

  We each went home to someone who was loving, giving, sweet, and attentive.

  I made friends.

  I also worked part-time as a waitress because I wanted to. Phi assured me multiple times that it was unnecessary, that he could provide everything I needed.

  I needed to work, to feel independent. I even enjoyed it more knowing I was working for myself and no one else. It was my money, I spent it anyway I wished... almost always on presents for my brother’s kids who I actually had time to visit now.

  My brother, Phi never left me alone with him. Not once in all the months since I’d willingly moved to his house by the lake. I knew why. Phi was making him be gracious. Phi was suggesting the man spend the money provided by us on his children and his children alone.

  Whether the suggestions stuck after we left, I don’t know. All I know is that once I got over my pride, I’d never been more grateful to anyone in my life. Phi had kept his word, taken my burden from me and shouldered it himself.

  He wasn’t lacking for money. Somehow these aliens had a better grasp of our economy than we did. They controlled everything.

  Only it didn’t look that way unless you squinted just right.

  I’d stopped looking. If these creatures had come here to make other women as happy as I’d become, then they were welcome with open arms.

  I was happy.

  I felt like I mattered.

  Phi loved me.

  I was growing to love him.

  The breeze shifted, bringing the salty tang of the lake to tickle my nose. I heard a splash, and my name on the wind. There was someone waving from the water—someone silvery-green and very beautiful beckoning me to leave my studies and run outside to play.

  I knew exactly what kind of play Phi liked to enjoy in the water, and I bit my lower lip, grinning stupidly as I stood up to join him.

  The End

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  Her Savage Mate by Kallista Dane

  Chapter One

  It was all the fault of those fucking monkeys.

  Okay, maybe they weren’t technically monkeys. After all, we were on an alien world. I assumed the people here—if there were people here—had another name for them. They didn’t even look all that much like monkeys, except for those long tails. But they sure could fuck.

  I’m being crude. It really was a beautiful sight. Lithe, sensuous bodies covered with luxurious fur in dreamy shades ranging from peach and violet to the soft blue of a summer sky back home. They used their tails like extra hands to caress a breast or wrap around an erect cock. The cocks were easy to see. The only parts of the male bodies not covered in fur, they stood out in vibrant colors—deep turquoise for the monkey with sea blue fur, violet on the amethyst one.

  They were a politically correct species, that’s for sure. No gender bias. I saw females entwined with other females, males stroking the cock of a partner with one hand, fingering a pussy with the other.

  That’s what made it so fascinating. They weren’t just fucking one on one. It was a full-blown orgy. Pussy licking, cock sucking. And they seemed obsessed with anal. Everywhere I looked, one of them was either fucking another one in the ass or getting it there. I even saw females using their tails to do the dirty deed.

  I’d never been into voyeurism, but it had been a long dry voyage, if you know what I mean. Six months in space, and another six before that in training without any time for dating, or even getting dry-humped in an empty stairwell. I’d been without sex for so long, I forgot how much fun it could be. Until I caught a glimpse of the monkeys.

  I’d been slogging my way through a tropical forest, going steadily uphill from the landing site. I decided that’s how I’d refer to it when I filed my report, although I’m not sure you’d call the place where you crashed on an alien planet a ‘landing site.’ I stopped to give my burning thigh muscles a break and that’s when I heard them. Making the kinds of noises you hear late at night coming from the apartment next door. Moans and sighs and muffled screams.

  I crept through the trees. All I saw at first was a blur of color. Cobalt blue leaves rustling on an enormous tree that reminded me of the banyans where I come from. It even had the same tentacle-like air roots hanging down, some of them growing low enough to burrow into the ground. Here and there, among the leaves overhead, I caught a flurry of motion. I moved closer as silently as I could and gradually made out the individual figures. Roughly three feet tall, shaped like tiny humans, except for the fur and the tails.

  I gave a sigh of relief. The planet held lifeforms. When I realized what they were doing, I had to clap my hand over my mouth to muffle my own cry. Holy crap! I didn’t know if these were sentient beings, but they sure knew what they were doing when it came to expressing raw lust.

  For creatures so small in stature, the males had incredibly large penises. Long and thick, with family jewels the actual color of jewels, to match their cocks. I studied them with clinical detachment. Like the old saying goes, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

  As for the females, their breasts had color-coordinated nipples poking out, just like the genitalia on the males. Deep amber on the one with fur that looked like warm honey, terra cotta on the peach-colored female.

  When they weren’t fucking and sucking, they devoured the bright yellow fruit growing on the tree. Orbs the size of apples, covered with a soft fuzz and dripping with juice. They seemed to enjoy the taste, biting into them with looks of rapture on their faces.

  I hadn’t seen fresh fruit for ages and I was starving as well as horny. The ground below was littered with more orbs that had fallen from the tree. They couldn’t be poisonous or the creatures wouldn’t be eating them so eagerly. I stripped off the jacket of my uniform and turned it into a makeshift sack, stuffing it with as many as I could grab near me. I reached out from behind the low bush where I was hiding, trying to snag an especially tasty-looking one, but I must have moved too fast. Suddenly one of the males pointed at the bush and growled a warning to the others.

  The whole troop started shrieking. A couple of them pelted me with fruit. I caught one orb and added it to my stash, but that seemed to make them even angrier. It was time to make my
self scarce.

  I backed into the forest, keeping a wary eye on the creatures in case they decided to chase me. Though I was twice their size, their sheer numbers would have brought me down easily. Other than lobbing fruit at me, they hadn’t shown signs of violence, but those growls and shrieks sounded fierce.

  Apparently all they wanted was for me to leave, since the farther away I got, the more they calmed down. I kept on going, until the sight and sounds of the tree faded away. Breathing a sigh of relief, I decided to sample one of the juicy orbs. Wow! No wonder those monkeys had looks of rapture on their faces. It was the most delicious fruit I’d ever tasted. The firm sweet flesh reminded me of a perfectly ripe nectarine. My crew would love them.

  I polished it off and turned around, ready to call it quits on my reconnaissance mission for the day—and bumped into a solid wall.

  A solid wall of bronze male flesh.

  I’m five foot nine, but I looked up... and kept on looking up. He had to be seven feet tall. Bare chest, packed with muscle. Powerful shoulders, with his arms crossed over that broad chest. He was naked, except for a wide belt and loincloth slung around his hips, like some kind of alien Tarzan. Built like a human, except—wait. Was that a tail swishing behind him?

  I studied his face, framed by a wavy mass of dark hair hanging down to his shoulders. Strong lines with a square jaw and chiseled cheekbones. Lips set in a stern line. With his bronze skin tone, he reminded me of a picture I’d seen once of a fierce American Indian riding bareback across the plains. I was a pushover for tall, dark, and handsome. When he smiled, he’d be devilishly attractive. I had high standards, but if his cock was in proportion to the rest of his body, I could overlook the tail.

  Till now I’d avoided meeting his eyes. When I did, a shiver ran through me. Pupils and irises, both nearly coal black, flashed with little golden lightning bolts of anger.

  I didn’t have to be an empath to come to that conclusion. His voice gave it away. Deep and loud. He’d started shouting at me but until that moment I’d been too stunned for it to register.