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

by Grace Goodwin

She tried to push back off the wall, but he caught each of her wrists in both of his hands, robbing her of balance when he pinned them to the bulkhead high above her head. As far apart as her legs were, he kicked them that much wider, pressing her chest and cheek straight up against the wall. She wasn’t prepared to feel it when he stripped, one arm at a time, out of his suit far enough to unfasten his belt. He had hundreds of them. Every time they ran into a trader or docked for repairs somewhere, or picked up a paycheck, he got a new one. The one he whipped out of his belt loops was thin, black, and made out of Darweelian marsh serpent. The shine on each and every scale was truly lovely, and she ought to know. Piper had a front row view to all that shiny, scaly loveliness when he looped his belt around her wrists and quickly bound them before her.

  “My name is Kogan Pulgoy Vovlov, the Third,” he growled into her ear, shivering her not just with his words but with the very seductive vibration of his deep tone. “Consort to Piper Jamison, daughter of Bill and Mary Jamison and deep space scavenger.”

  Her pussy quivered; her panties grew damp. “Oh, shit,” she said, astonished that she could sound this calm, considering what he was saying.

  “Oh, shit is right.” Kogan smirked. “I’m going to take you back to my room now. Prepare to be consummated.”

  Chapter Three

  “I don’t think you’re using that word right,” Piper said as they wended their way through the maze of corridors that was her salvage ship. “I mean, most people don’t use consummate that way.”

  “I’m not most people,” Kogan replied. He was doing all the walking. Draped upside down over his shoulder, Piper had one job right now and that was to keep a coherent thought in her head, a task that was growing harder by the step. Not only was she at prime eyelevel with his ass—his fine, fine Hog-whatever-ian ass—but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wanted to ‘consummate’ her. Totally the wrong word usage, but as her mother used to say, ‘If you know what I mean, don’t correct what I say.’

  And Piper knew exactly what he meant. She also knew she was screwed... or at least, she hoped she would be. Two more corners and three more corridors and they’d be in the housing wing. His room was first door on the right. Her excitement was growing by the footfall, and it shouldn’t be. She ought to be furious right now. She ought to be yelling her fool head off, not idling wondering if he’d concede to a time-out first so she could shave her legs. She should be beating her hands against his back, not ogling the sheer man-yumminess of his form-fitting britches. She should be shouting curses, not biting back coos; kicking and thrashing both legs, not envisioning how good it was going to feel to wrap them both around him; clawing the hell out of his broad back in the meanest way possible, instead of in the slow, back-arching, deep-moaning, hip-undulating way her imagination was currently haunting her with.

  “Maybe conquer would be better than consummate?” she suggested, trying not to be even more aroused.

  His hand on the back of her thigh gave her a reassuring pat. “I’ve read more than enough human manuals,” he assured her. “You’ll get your fill of both. Trust me.”

  Trust him? It was all Piper could do not to squirm in the hopes she might get his fingers to brush high enough to graze the folds of her aching pussy. God, she wanted to be touched so badly, but she couldn’t even keep that thought straight in her head. Everything was a swim of sensations, flowing in and through her on waves so vibrantly felt that they might as well be physical, flowing colors. Never mind that colors weren’t physical; they were right now. The press of his shoulder was bright orange, digging into her belly in a way that only served to reinforce the fantasies building in her mind. Neanderthals were heavy. He was absolutely going to crush her later on, but her body still thrilled at the thought of all that delicious amber muscle crawling up to cover her, of his hard hips settling into the cradle of hers, the pink grip of his hands molding her breasts, gently tweaking and tugging at her nipples... gripping, squeezing, owning her ass with vibrant red swat after intensifying swat.

  She shivered.

  Shifting his balancing hand from the back of her thigh to the top of her ass, Kogan gave her a pat. “Cold?”

  “Sure,” she demurred. Why not? Let’s go with cold. She shivered again.

  “I’ll warm you,” he promised with a dark chuckle and another rewarding pat, this one following the curve of her buttocks with his fingers dipping into the shadows between. “Yes, I’m going to warm you all right.”

  Her shiver seemed to feed his. By the time they reached his quarters, he was trembling almost as badly as she was. She felt rattled by it—the building excitement, the tingling overflowing her loins until the trickling drops slipped down both thighs. Did he know what he was doing to her? Was any of this getting on him? Her face burned and her belly churned, but still the moisture built, developing into tears that her neglected pussy wept because he would not touch her there.

  They reached his room and he all but punched the palm lock.

  “Access granted,” the computer capitulated, but Kogan was already shoving to open the door that much faster. That he didn’t whack her head against the threshold was nothing short of a minor miracle, and one she barely noticed. By now, she was as eager as he was to be at their brief journey’s end. When he dropped her to her feet, she made a beeline for the shower, but he caught her belt-bound wrists within steps. A swipe of his arm cleared two books and an empty coffee mug from the sturdy metal table that stood as the only partition between his entryway, kitchen, and living room. The mug broke against the wall, but Piper didn’t care about that half as much as she did about being bent straight over the top of that table.

  “Don’t move,” he told her, but she was already pushing back off it. She’d have run if she could—straight to the corner shower to check her teeth, pee, freshen up. She’d spent four hours crawling through the stifling hell of the subflooring, for God’s sake. She wasn’t a girly-girl, but even she had some pride. What Kogan had was the tail of the belt that held her, and he promptly shoved her back down again. “Ah ah,” he chuckled. “Bad girl. Daddy spanks.”

  The huge flat of his hand cracked hard dead center across her butt, flattening both cheeks and stinging the flesh he then squeezed. Piper gritted her teeth, refusing to groan lest he think she was enjoying this. Which she was. Not that she wanted him to know it.

  “Stop,” she growled.

  “I’m just getting started.” He released her ass long enough to heave her further up over the table. Circling to the opposite side, he drew her taut by her own imprisoned arms. It stunned her when he hooked the wrap of the belt onto something below the far edge. Whatever it was, it caught the belt and held it—held her—as effectively as manacle chains hooked to a prison wall.

  Piper tugged twice, astonished and, frankly, a little titillated at how little give there was, and back behind her he went. She stiffened when he caught her hips, kicking her feet wide apart and stepping in to see where they measured. The heady bulge of his cock, still confined behind the fastenings of his rough pants, ground against the naked folds of her sex. It was jaw-droppingly good. How she kept from making a sound, she honestly didn’t know.

  “Good height.” His gruff thrust jolted her over the table, made the edge bite into her hips and her pussy sob for him all the more wetly. He smacked her ass again, and Piper strangled on her own moan. “Don’t move.”

  “Y-y-you can’t do this,” she quavered, fighting to find, much less to gather, all those old familiar shreds of anger she was used to whenever she and Kogan became trapped within the same room. But that wasn’t happening now. Her anger wasn’t just shredded, it was gone. All she had now in the absence of it was this overwhelming trembling that only grew more pronounced with each caress that he gave her. And he gave so many, it was as if he couldn’t stop touching her. Her back, her ass. He cupped her pussy, closing his eyes as if that gripping hold were all he’d wanted for so long that he couldn’t bear now to have it at last.

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sp; “Say your safeword,” he told her.

  Piper has been a bad girl. Piper needs a spanking.

  Piper shook her head, her throat locking. She was insane. Her bottom trembled and her thighs shook. She rolled her lips, squeezing them so tightly shut that there was no way he would ever know how the thought of saying that back to him made her heart quicken and her blood sing.

  “I love your stubbornness.” Kogan left her, but didn’t go far. They were the only two people on this salvage ship, but it was a ship that had at one time been made to house dozens. His quarters reflected that lack of personal space.

  Without the luxury of partitions, the whole of his flat consisted of a single room. His bed, a desk and chair, and this table were the only furniture he had, apart from the built-in cabinet that doubled as both storage and kitchen space, and the showerhead that dropped from the ceiling directly above a step-down section of tiled floor, crowned with a drain. The toilet emerged from the wall only when the switch was pressed, and the wall only peeled back to reveal windows for the same reason. That he didn’t have his windows revealed right now probably had something to do with her having long ago assigned him quarters with a view of nothing but one gigantic fuselage and the underside of the ship wing. One had to flatten one’s nose to the glass just to catch a glimpse of a star. As Kogan came strutting back to her, homemade leg cuffs and a length of folded leather dangling from his hands, she couldn’t help but wonder if the long-delayed consequence of that past decision was about to bite her.

  God, that look in his eyes. That burning, smirking, knowing glint that said he knew exactly what this was doing to her. Especially when he reached over to lay the doubled belt across her arms, directly in front of her nose. Supple, brown, well worn, and deceptively soft looking. Her ass positively crawled.

  “I love belts.” He winked, and she trembled all the harder when he knelt down behind her. The cuffs clinked together as he selected which end to use first. “Implements of correction that one can wear, always at the ready.”

  “What exactly do you think I should be corrected for?”

  He pretended to think about it. “How about all the times you drove me to absolute distraction?”

  She was so astonished by that lack of reasoning, she almost didn’t notice he had fastened the first cuff around her unresisting ankle, and then buckled that around the right table leg. “I drove you? You’re the one who won’t stop walking around the ship naked!”

  “Yes, but who ignores it? Do you have any idea how cold this ship is when you’re wet? Your first dozen strokes ought to be for shrinkage alone. And all those times you called me ‘asshat’?” He shifted to her other side, opening the cuff to buckle down her left ankle. “Granted, I didn’t know what that meant until now, but still...” He circled to the head of the table and leaned down beside her. Hands clasped, weight braced on his elbows, he shook his head. “Poor innocent little human. Don’t worry. I am going to make this such an education for you.” Ruffling her hair, he stood again.

  “You idiot!” she huffed, whipping her hair back out of her eyes. “It’s a curse, not a suggestion. And like hell I’m going to stand here and be taught anything by the likes of y-ah!” She lurched in her bonds, every inch of her straining to escape the lash of pure fire that wrapped her ass, hugging it in the grip of all that supple leather before letting go.

  “Is it?” Kogan asked, shifting that deceptively soft strap to his other hand. “Is it really?”

  The sting was incredible and yet, when he let his free hand wander a brushing caress across the welt he’d just created, her eyes damn near closed in erotic delight. He found her wetness, fingers digging in first to find and then to apply steady pressure to her now throbbing clit.

  Her pussy clenched in tight, so devastatingly empty, robbed of all the friction of the thrusts she so badly wanted to feel rocking her over this table. Bruising her hips against the edge and dragging her nipples across the cold metal surface until they ached for the contrasting heat of his mouth. Or the pull of his fingers.

  Or the whip of his belt.

  “All right, now you listen to me,” she said, swallowing back the insanity and struggling for some shred of the authority she should have clubbed him with back when he first started this nonsense. “I am the captain of this ship. I give the orders and you, you glorified lapdog, have three seconds to—”

  The tiny massaging motions of his hand on her pussy ceased. “Glorified lapdog,” he echoed.

  She twisted far enough to glare back at him, the sting in her hinds amplified by the glitter in his dark eyes as she deliberately goaded, “Didn’t you once tell me how ol’ Ambassador Agi preferred spending time with her dogs over you?”

  “She had Chihuahuas,” he said, frowning. “Five of them.”

  “You didn’t even rank that high,” she said, a prick of conscience nettling her soul over the intentional meanness. It was easier; far easier to be mean than it was to admit she liked what he was doing to her. Liked where his hand now rested, motionless against the folds of her labia. She didn’t want to like it. It was hard enough being on this giant, empty shell of a ship with a male like Kogan, who irritated the hell out of her but who at least kept her company. She didn’t at all want to know what it was going to be like, stuck here with him after something like this, knowing it could never happen again. A little meanness now promised to save them both a lot of heartache later on, so Piper wrapped herself in those comfortable folds.

  When he smiled, so did she, but hers had teeth.

  When he chuckled, she would have too if only he hadn’t reared back then and applied that strap in rapid succession—once... Twice!... Thrice!—bringing her dancing up onto her tiptoes, sucking for air and shaking her ass in what few centimeters of movement she had to express the agony now chewing into her. It was hurt, but it was delicious hurt. The cuffs on her wrists and ankles were absurdly freeing. She could fight and thrash and kick all she wanted to, but she couldn’t go anywhere. Every nerve inside her felt jittery. Each breath came in shallow and shaky, unstable and growing even more so as he paused again to cup her aching pussy in his massaging hold.

  He leaned down over her, whispering in her ear, “Chihuahuas bite.”

  Piper melted into the table and into his touch. If not for her bonds, she’d have arched back her hips, rolling and offering back her ass for more.

  “Don’t worry.” One finger slipped inside her, stroking until her hips rolled to match the movement. “Two years without sex can make anyone a little bitchy, so I won’t hold that against you. Do you know why?”

  She smothered moan after moan, panting her tiny breaths into the tabletop while her hips ground down in tighter and tighter circles.

  “Because,” he said, fingers stroking in tighter circles too. “Save a horse. Ride a... me.”

  Heated lust gushed through her nethers. She felt the rush of it overflow his hand to trickle down her thighs. She heard the slick, wet, flicking sound as he slipped his fingers inside her—first one, then three—penetrating slowly at first, but building in force and intensity until he was fucking her with such vigor that he made the table shake and Piper heave. She arched up, straining against all her bonds with a cry of such guttural longing as those first mighty tremors began to unfurl—

  “Not yet,” Kogan laughed and whipped his hand away. The sudden absence of all that stimulation chewed into her wanton flesh like physical teeth. It hurt, and she cried out again.

  “Get me off this table! I’m going to stuff you out the nearest airlock, I swear to God!”

  The flat of his next swat jolted her, kicking up the heat and rekindling the pain his belt had left behind. Her bonds creaked as she strained against them, but oddly enough, the burning hurt helped to calm some of that highly aggravated sexual need.

  “Do you want to come?” Kogan purred, stepping up behind her to match his hips to hers. The jutting pressure in the front of his pants pressed against her weeping pussy. He gripped her hips, his
big hands kneading the swells of her flesh as he mused, “Funny word that, come. I like it though. It’s short, it’s forceful. It’s so much better than ours: expulsing.” His tone switched to a mockingly high falsetto. “I’m expulsing, I’m expulsing. Please, Kogan, I beg you, may I expulse?” His cock ground into her twitching, aching sex, and his voice deepened back to its usual timbre. “I’m coming,” he mused. “I’m coming. Please, Kogan, I beg of you, let me come. Can you hear the difference?”

  She almost came from the growling seduction of his tone alone. She trembled. “I’m not saying that,” she said thickly.

  Chuckling, he leaned over her and God if just the weight of him bearing down on her in all the right places didn’t make her want to come all over again. Heated breath kissed the lobe of her ear as he said, “Want to bet? Let’s play a game.”

  “You’re a sick fuck,” she both growled and groaned as he gave her bottom another swat and then took all the lovely, furry weight of his body away from her. Crossing the small room, he retrieved the bag off his bed. Twisting far enough to see over her shoulder, she watched him come back to her. “What is that?” she asked suspiciously.

  “Toys.” He circled the table to set the surprisingly heavy luggage on her arms. “Feel the weight.”

  “What’s in that thing?”

  “Everything I’ve been wanting to do to you for two very long, blue ball-inducing years. Blue balls,” he repeated, drawling it out twice more with increasing slowness. “That’s another of your words that sounds almost hypnotic. Bluuuue balls. Again, we call it something completely different. On our world, it’s ‘unemployed.’ You’ve tormented me for two long years, but, I have to admit, you did save me from a lifetime of that. So, because of that kindness, I promise to keep my torments limited.”

  “Yay, you,” she said flatly. Or at least she tried. Her voice was trembling and the smile he gave her, coupled with his pat on her head, said she wasn’t fooling anybody.