Alien Outcast (Clans of Kalquor Book 12)

by Tracy St. John

  “Good idea.” The other two jumped up and joined him in shedding their clothes. Moments later, the outfits flew through the air to land in small piles all over the floor.

  With no regard for his luxurious surroundings, Terig dropped to his previous seat on the lounger. He poured himself another glass of bohut, a relaxed, smiling, naked Nobek.

  As incredible as the view was—three muscled, nude males sprawling on the furniture, wholly unaware of their magnificence—Piper stood on the opposite side of the table from them, feeling abandoned. Lonely. They’d be leaving for their new assignments in a matter of days, but it felt as if she were already on her own.

  I should be appreciating what I have while I have it. All she could think about was living alone on Kalquor, bereft of any real friends close by.

  Unaware of her sense of loss, Nako and Terig tussled for a tidbit of food remaining on the tray while Ulof chuckled at their antics. The Dramok won and happily munched on his prize. His gaze fell on Piper as he swallowed, and he stilled.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful. Did I tell you that yet, my Matara?”

  She flushed, some of the gloom of her uncertain future lifting in the face of his awed appreciation. “You might have mentioned it a couple dozen times today.”

  “Yeah? Good.” Keeping his eyes on her, he told the other two men, “If I go an hour without telling her, slap me.”

  “I’ll be glad to.” Ulof’s enthusiasm earned a dark scowl from his clan leader.

  Terig’s approval was as obvious as Nako’s. “I like that gown. It’s better than the green dress you wore yesterday. Pink suits you.”

  “You should wear it for our clanning ceremony.”

  Piper stared at Nako, whose offhand comment echoed in her brain. No, she hadn’t heard that right.

  However, he continued to speak, his casual tone delivering statements of earthshaking magnitude. “That reminds me. Do we have the ceremony here for the sake of our families, on the security station so we can do it quick and with no fuss, or on Earth Two when the planet is ready for habitation?”

  Ulof froze. For a moment, Piper thought he was as stunned by Nako’s out-of-the-blue questions, but his next statement negated that. “Shit, if we’re having the ritual here, we have to pull it together quick. We leave within the week.”

  “Another formal ceremony? Fuck me,” Terig groaned. His eyes widened as he looked at Piper, and he quickly added, “Though you’re totally worth me putting on my dress uniform, brushing my hair and listening to everyone congratulate us all over again, my Matara. Whatever makes you happy, consider it done. With unreserved delight.”

  “You want to clan me?” Piper swayed on her heels.

  It’s a proposal. No, it can’t be. But it is, I think. Isn’t it?

  Nako stared at her, confusion and then horror dawning over his features. “Didn’t I make the offer? During the week after the battle, when we were racing for Dantovon to drop Ob off, making arrangements with his new employer? And you accepted—right?”

  Dumbfounded, Piper shook her head.

  “Idiot!” Ulof jumped up and shoved Nako. “You’ve been calling her my Matara for the last couple of months! So have we!”

  Terig glared at their Dramok. “I should pound you into the floor. I thought you’d clanned her. In fact, I was pissed off that you’d asked her without me present for it. Slap him for me, Ulof. If I do it, I’ll knock his head off.”

  Nako warned them off with a fang-filled growl. “Enough. Okay, so I fucked up. I guess I rehearsed asking her so many times, I ended up believing I’d actually done it.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Terig stared at him in open disbelief.

  “I didn’t manage a lot of sleep in the aftermath of the battle, you know. And then weeks of getting here because we had to stop every few days for repairs, then we had all this legal and ceremonial shit going on when we got to Kalquor. It’s no wonder I’m confused. I’m exhausted, for fuck’s sake!”

  “I have the brain that supposedly doesn’t work so well,” Ulof growled. “But I would remember whether or not I’d clanned the woman I love.”

  “Fuck off.” Nako’s glare turned to contrition when he spoke to Piper again. “I really didn’t ask you to join our clan?”

  Piper shook her head again. They had believed they’d clanned her. She’d spent weeks under the impression that they were leaving her with barely a qualm. All along, they’d had every intention of taking her with them.

  They wanted her. The woman who left ruin and sadness in her wake—they wanted her.

  Nako was still coming to terms with his oversight. “Well, shit. I was going to file our status tomorrow. I can’t do that, if we’re not actually clanned.”

  “Then do something about it,” Terig growled.

  “Now. Before I hit you hard enough to knock your useless head off your shoulders,” Ulof added.

  “I could have sworn I asked and she accepted. Guess I better do this right, the way an Earther would want it,” Nako muttered. He stood and approached Piper. Her breath caught as he knelt on one knee. Catching up her hand, he kissed it and held it to his chest, letting her feel his heart drumming beneath the surface. “I apologize, my—Piper. You are due all consideration and respect, and I failed in that. Say you forgive me.”

  “If you’d like me to.” She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be forgiving him for. For wishing to clan her? For imagining he had?

  He started to speak, then consternation filled his features. He yelled over his shoulder at the other two. “What are you sitting there for? Get your asses over here so we can do this the way she deserves!”

  Snickering, Terig and Ulof came over to flank him, also kneeling. Their sneers at Nako transformed as they gazed at her. Rough and uncouth as they were, they regarded her with the kind of love reserved for fairytale princesses.

  Men didn’t look at women that way in real life, did they? Certainly not at undeserving Piper Warren.

  Don’t do that to yourself. You’ve paid your dues. You’ve done your time in purgatory. This is the proof.

  Nako spoke with feeling. “Piper, I love you.”

  “As do I,” Ulof grinned.

  “And I.” Terig added.

  Nako continued, each word imprinting itself in her heart. “We’re not a dignified clan. We haven’t got the best manners. We’re not gentlemen by any means. But we adore you and will do all in our power to keep you safe and happy for all your days. Do us the privilege of being our lifemate. Please.”

  It was the proposal of fairytales, rendered with all the emotion any lovestruck girl could dream of. It was the perfect romantic storybook moment—but for a significant detail.

  Piper had to laugh. “You lunatics. You’re naked.”

  Ulof beamed at her, clearly enjoying the moment. “Slap Nako. Everything is his fault today. Besides, it’s fun.”

  “Slap me all you want—just her, Ulof, you asshole—slap me all you want, my beautiful Piper, as long as you say yes to joining my clan.”

  Piper laughed hard, overcome with so much happiness, she thought she might explode. “Yes! Yes!”

  She was in their arms the next instant, the men joining in the hilarity with howls of mirth. Little by little, the humor quieted, drowned out by kisses, which grew more ardent as her clothes went flying in all directions.

  Once she was naked, everyone paused, as if obeying some signal. The men sat on the floor in a circle, with Piper in the center, draped across their legs. Adoration shone in their faces. For her.

  She gazed back, examining their faces. Nako, fierce and proud. Terig, noble and strong. Ulof, passionate and vulnerable. Her lovers. Her clan. Her lifemates.

  The love that rose in her heart for the three was as intense as they were. Savage love, along with a raw, ravening passion that burned away all need for restraint.

  As if it called to them, her lovers bent to her. Nako’s brutal kiss took her mouth, his tongue surging in to lay claim. Piper opene
d to him, invaded him in turn, meeting force with force to let him know he was as much hers as she was his.

  Meanwhile, Terig was staking his ownership on her breasts and stomach, teeth and calloused hands rough with demand, daring her to resist. She did not, glorying in the stinging nips, the throbbing pinches, arching to offer herself for more. When a harsh palm clapped against the side of her breast, she moaned throatily to encourage him to do it again.

  Ulof wasted no time indulging himself in her pussy. Whether from eagerness or his lack of experience with women, he didn’t hesitate to push two fingers inside her, hammering them in and out as he tongued her folds with violent hunger. The immediate surge of excitement from his coarse use made Piper hope he’d never become a more nuanced lover. She preferred the bold enthusiasm of his naive explorations.

  All three of them were all she could have ever wished for. And more. Far, far more.

  I can’t really deserve them, can I?

  The old doubts abruptly assaulted Piper. She didn’t withdraw from the men’s attentions physically, but in her mind, she pulled away. She couldn’t chance another disappointment. She couldn’t dare somehow hurting them as she’d hurt so many others.

  They sensed the change almost at once. Everyone paused, and the men gazed at her.

  “Holding out on your clanmates, my Matara?” Under Nako’s gentle query lurked an undercurrent of warning.

  “The guilty conscience is sneaking in again,” Terig said.

  “Well, we’ve learned the cure for that, haven’t we? Come, let me ease your blame.”

  Nako turned her over, draping her stomach over his thighs. Piper resisted only a little, and merely because she felt unworthy of his attention. Her whimpers betrayed her eagerness as Ulof pinned her legs and Terig held her wrists.

  Nako striking her ass shattered the doubts that had risen. The cleansing wallops left no room for self-reproach.

  Helpless, Piper writhed under the harsh discipline. Nako scorched her flesh, spanking until the whole of her existence was fiery agony. She sobbed and screamed and cursed from the inescapable torment until something within her flung the pain aside.

  In an instant, the anguish was gone, replaced by a concentrated sensation Piper had no name for. Whatever it was, it sent euphoria through her, lifting her beyond all torment. She reveled in a sea of tranquil passion.

  The throbs of punishment warmed her core. She softened, inviting desire in. Yielding to the men who kept her secure and saved her soul. Her pussy went damp as she recognized how their mastery over her, making her accept the chastisement she didn’t deserve, but so desperately desired.

  Not punishment any longer. Reward.

  Her ass rose to greet Nako’s firm hand, accepting its due. She’d won an empire its existence, a clan its return to glory, and herself the love she’d wanted forever. She would wholeheartedly accept the primal mates she’d earned, never looking back again.

  When Nako pushed her off his lap and ordered her to all fours, she fairly leapt to obey. Trembling with anticipation, she widened her legs, offering no resistance as he mounted her. Her cry when he shoved his primary inside her pussy was welcoming, though the demanding entry made her ache.

  “Didn’t those clamps you ordered come in yesterday?” Nako asked.

  “Along with a few other things.” Ulof grinned and rushed into the sleeping room. He emerged with a small, black shipping bin.

  Piper shivered as he brought out silver clamps, the type that opened like the mouths of crocodiles when he squeezed the ends. Nako pulled her up, so that she knelt with her torso upright. He pinned her arms, clutching her around the waist. Held helpless, she could only watch as Ulof eyed her chest with bright interest, as did Terig, who stroked himself as he watched the scene play out.

  Ulof licked her nipples, his tongue teasing them to hard points. The sharp “teeth” of the clamps were covered in rubbery clear sleeves, but pain bit into her breast when he affixed the first to her nipple. She jerked against Nako, her pussy flexing around his cock as she tensed.

  He purred with pleasure. “Ooh, that’s nice. Tighter, Ulof. I want to feel her do that to me again.”

  Beaming with delight, Ulof adjusted the clamp, sending a searing spike of torment through Piper’s breast. She struggled against Nako’s implacable hold, wailing.

  “Breathe, my Matara. Do we need to stop?”

  “No!” The refusal sprang from her lips before she’d had a moment to think. Though misery pulsed from the trapped flesh, it brought waves of ecstasy that no gentle treatment could offer.

  “Such a dirty little masochist. Go ahead then, Ulof. Give her what she craves so badly. Let’s purge our naughty Matara of all her sins.”

  His gaze avid, Ulof clamped her other nipple. He licked his lips as she twisted in Nako’s grip, whimpering, then yelling when he tightened it too. “Is this how it should be, my Matara? Do you want the pain?”

  She gasped. “More.”

  Piper floated in a sea of gorgeous suffering. She drifted down to her hands, on all fours again when Nako shoved her into position. His grip on her breasts, digging the pressure from the clamps deep into the mounds, sent violent spasms through her pussy. Nako groaned and pounded against her, fucking her ruthlessly. She squalled as he rutted her with animalistic fervor, driving her to the edge of climax.

  When he stopped, she screamed defiance, shoving back and forth to force the cataclysm that teased only a few strokes away. Nako snarled and made her go still. He held her there for a full minute, waiting for the impending orgasm to retreat.

  “Bad girl. Now I have to punish you again,” he whispered in her ear.

  Chastisement came from his iron palm once more, this time against her swollen clit. Nako spanked her there without mercy, only letting up when her breathless shrieks announced she was on the cusp of climax yet again. He left her with agony so splendid, she thought she must die from it.

  He pulled free of her, his main cock dripping with their combined juices. “I’m done with you for now,” Nako said, giving her a slight push towards Terig. “Go to your Nobek, woman. His cocks demand your mouth. Ulof, give me that box. Let me see what else you’ve got for her.”

  Sobbing wretchedly, her pussy in agony from the spanking and denied orgasm, Piper crawled to Terig. He sat on the floor, leaning against the lounger, his legs splayed wide. His cocks wavered stiffly from his groin, as if to summon her to serve them. Piper crouched over them, but she didn’t dare touch them without his permission. She raised her gaze to his face, waiting for his word.

  “Good girl,” he said with lazy approval. The Nobek watched her with lidded eyes, secure in his mastery. “However, you would benefit from a warning. Rise up and shove your chest out.”

  As Piper sat up straight on her knees, thrusting her clamped and swollen nipples towards him, it occurred to her she had specific needs beyond what her conscience demanded, needs she wasn’t sure she wanted to acknowledge. However, her lovers had intuited them, and they were more than happy to meet those strange and frightening desires.

  Piper didn’t get a chance to consider her new insight. Terig pinched the sensitized tips of her nipples, sending glasslike shards of agony and bliss through her. Even as she shrieked at the jolt, she pushed closer to him, wordlessly begging for more.

  “Stay still. You’ll get what I wish you to have.” He slapped the side of her breast, leaving fiery excitement against her skin.

  Piper fought to remain motionless as he paddled her breasts, turning the pale mounds red. He occasionally paused to pinch her tortured nipples, making her scream in anguished exhilaration. Her sobs of, “please” were punctuated by wails of “more!”

  Once her mounds burned with a heat Piper was sure would never subside, Terig ceased the punishment. “Now, you may lick my cocks.”

  Piper considered begging him for just a little more painful attention, but better sense prevailed. She bent to the livid exclamation points of his desire, eager to show her gratitude.
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  He sighed as she ran her tongue up the underside of his secondary. Piper lapped his natural lubrication eagerly, swallowing the goodness he offered. She did the same to his larger cock, registering the heavy pulse of the vein that ran up its length. A pearl of desire had formed at the tip’s opening, and Piper accepted it delicately, rolling the spicy-sweetness on her tongue.

  Ulof and Nako muttered behind her, snatches of their conversation reaching her despite her concentrating on serving Terig.

  “…only sensations. Doesn’t damage…”

  “…one for her ass, the other…”

  “…might have to restrain…”

  “…all the torment she could ask for…”

  Piper did her best to ignore them. Her focus was all for her Nobek and his pleasure. She licked him clean, but it only lasted a few seconds before he was wet again. Piper worked diligently to lap up every drop he produced, to the accompaniment of his gratified moans. She kept working though the root of her tongue ached with fatigue.

  “Suck me.”

  Without a second’s pause, Piper took his secondary deep into her mouth, stopping only when her throat convulsed. When she hesitated, a heavy hand rested on the back of her head. Terig pushed her down, forcing her to take the entire length. She gagged and struggled to rise, but he held her there, groaning and shoving his groin against her lips. Then he eased, though his hand remained a weight against her scalp. She drew back, heaving in a breath.

  “Again.”

  Once more, she didn’t hesitate. Forewarned this time, she swallowed the length invading her throat when he made her take him, not trying to breathe as he held her there for several seconds before releasing her. He drove harder, keeping her in place until her throat convulsed and she gagged. He sighed and released.

  “Again.”

  As Terig had his way with her mouth, teaching her how much he enjoyed hearing her fight its length, Piper became aware of building pressure against her pussy. Something was pushing inside, something about the girth of a Kalquorian’s secondary. She relaxed, yielding to whatever Nako or Ulof thrust into her.