The Khyma: Taken Part One (Women of Dor Nye Book 4)

by Poppy Rhys

  “Come for me!” Willa demanded, teeth gnashing into her bottom lip as she rode harder, her entire body rippling with the force of it.

  She felt it then. The hot seed that slathered her insides. His mouth dropped open, a groan so loud she thought it’d wake the dead as he came.

  Willa slapped a hand over his mouth, the fear of getting caught by the others causing her to do so, but taking a backseat to the orgasm that tightened her pussy and shoved her over the edge.

  His muted grunts were unending behind her clamped hand as she came on his cock while he filled her.

  Willa bit down on her cheek as she tried not to scream while the ridges of his penis rubbed ruthlessly against her most sensitive spot, wringing her dry, and shattering any sense of thought beyond their joined bodies.

  Willa’s chest shuddered breath after breath in the aftermath, her body completely spent as she collapsed on his chest.

  “Good boy,” she mustered a breathy laugh, patting his shoulder.

  He surprised her when he hesitantly stroked her face, the backs of his smooth claws trailing against her cheek. She propped herself up, looking down at him.

  “You’re not getting mushy on me, are you?” Her mouth pulled at one corner as she brushed her hair out of the way. His black brows knit together, like he was confused.

  “Yeah, I figured.” He still couldn’t understand her. Part of her was relieved, but another part actually wanted to communicate with him verbally.

  Willa lifted her hips, his extremely warm, half erect penis slipping from her before she rolled onto the bed, still catching her breath. Every muscle was pleasantly exercised and she felt like she could fall asleep right there.

  Just like the last time, he pulled up his pants and then left the room.

  The porn sounds stopped, and silence reigned.

  Willa sat up, confused. She normally had to shove men out of her bed with her past partners. They always wanted to talk after sex, and get to know each other. She’d never had the desire.

  So, as she straightened the bed clothes that were half on the floor, she couldn’t understand why she wasn’t happy that White Freckles knew when to leave and not linger. It wasn’t as if they could talk to each other anyway.

  Willa slipped under the covers, too exhausted to get redressed or shower. She fell back asleep, completely bewildered as to why she almost asked him to stay.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Willa leaned a hip against the wall as she watched Jonah configure an update to her translator. It’d been nearing two weeks since he injected the nanotech, and she was tired of not being able to verbally communicate with her three roommates.

  She sorely wanted to have a conversation with White Freckles about his newfound porn addiction. Plus, she found herself curious about his life, him, and the everyday stuff. Like, what was his favorite color, or his name?

  She traced her finger over her bottom lip, confused as to why she even cared. It sounded like relationship conversation type stuff considering they’d slept together, and Willa was not the relationship type of woman.

  All she needed in life was Tosh, Pearly, and her freedom.

  “I’m growing old here, Jonah” she teased, earning a bushy brow scowl. Already the Khymas had been given a translator.

  Jonah was beginning to take it personally when they growled at him as he approached with the implant tool. Once again, they calmed down when she assured them everything would be alright.

  That whole body language thing.

  “There’s still not enough data for full translation,” he informed her, pressing the key to initiate the update. “The tech will continue to learn, but you should be able to make conversation, if stilted.”

  White Freckles was watching her while the other two kept their critical eyes on Dr. Kintley.

  “When will they be able to understand me?”

  White Freckles visibly startled, his gaze darting around.

  “Now.” Jonah grinned.

  Willa took a step closer to him as he perched on the hovering medic bed. “Hello.”

  He stared at her, a hint of bewilderment etched across his face, but he didn’t say anything.

  “It’s okay,” her lips split in a small smile, “you can talk.”

  The knot in his throat bobbed when he swallowed.

  “What’s your name?” Again, he didn’t say anything. “I’m Willa, remember?”

  Silence.

  Frustrated, she asked, “Are you sure it worked, Jonah?”

  “Yes-”

  “Kyran.”

  Willa froze, realizing that was White Freckles answering her question, and her lips slowly pulled at the corners until she was beaming like an idiot.

  “Kyran.” She liked the way that sounded. Again, she said his name, testing it.

  Quickly, she asked the names of the others.

  “Sem.”

  “Nohr.”

  Willa repeated their names as well, liking that she found them all easy to pronounce. There were a couple crew members that had nicknames, because their real names were near impossible for humans to verbalize.

  Surprisingly, she found there were so many things she wanted to know about them all, but specifically, White Freckles.

  Kyran.

  That would take some getting used to.

  “Willa to the bridge,” the ships intercom blared. “Willa to the bridge.”

  An annoyed sigh.

  “Willa to the bridge, immediately.”

  “Alright!” she shouted, even if they couldn’t hear her. Of all the times to be called, it just had to be now.

  “Do you need anything else, Jonah?”

  “You’re free to go, but I’ll need a little more time with your friends,” he tapped on his computer screen. “A few more tests to run and then you can come get them.”

  “I’ll be back,” she half smiled at Kyran. When she turned and all three of them stood, she held up a hand. “You guys stay here.”

  They didn’t look pleased. Then again, they never did whenever they weren’t glued to her back. Amusement tugged at her mouth as she left the medical bay and took the elevator to the bridge.

  Killian skewered her with the look as soon as the doors opened. The one that said, ‘you’ve stepped in it now’.

  Immediately, Willa cataloged all the things the look had warranted, trying to pinpoint what he might’ve discovered.

  It was hopeless.

  “You summoned?” she held out her arms, feigning a curtsy.

  Whatever he found out must be really bad, because he had that blotchy red-faced thing going on. The one that made her want to duck for cover in case his head exploded.

  A nervous fluttering began in her stomach.

  He approached, grabbing her arm in that big brother fashion and guiding her to the side. Voice a harsh whisper, he held up that damn tablet and asked, “What the hell are all these charges, Willa?”

  Willa’s mind blanked as she tried to remember what that could mean, what she might’ve done to incur charges, but nothing surfaced. Her eyes read the glowing white text.

  Bubble Butt Bossin’…. 1999

  Naughty Ninja Invaders…. 1550

  Plundering Space Pirates…. 2599

  Cum & Go featuring Stacy Swirls…. 3501

  Her jaw sagged as she scrolled through the list that went on. Thousands of credits had been racked up in premium porn charges, most of them gang bangs.

  “Normally, I wouldn’t care what you do in your private time,” Killian shivered, “but these charges are in my name.”

  Willa could feel her face flame like a solar flare, because she had no idea how deep White Freckles -Kyran’s- porn addiction went. And it was all her fault! She could’ve nipped it in the bud days ago. It seemed innocent, harmless, to let him indulge in something like that, but obviously, it was a little much.

  Not to mention, expensive.

  “Why are these charges in my name?” He asked when she remained speechless.

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sp; “I…” she blinked a few times, getting her thoughts straight. “I couldn’t remember my login months ago when I wanted to watch a program, and yours was already setup, so… I used it.”

  He glared.

  “I forgot to update it once I reset my login! Sue me.”

  “You’re paying me back for these.” He glanced at the titles on the tablet again and shook his head, a mixed expression of horror and shock screwing up his red-blotched face.

  “Stop looking at me like that, Kill.”

  Willa crossed her arms, not wanting to rat out Kyran, but certainly not enjoying the fact her brother thought she was addicted to gang bangs.

  Killian sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I’m trying not to, Willa.”

  I’m gonna kill Kyran.

  “Is that all you needed?” She wanted to get out of there quick, fast, and in a hurry.

  He nodded warily before lifting that tablet. “Need to go catalog the inventory before the next refuel.”

  A cold chill zipped down her spine. She still hadn’t covered her tracks about the zill mineral she’d skimmed in that deal with the Vinto to get the coords for Tor’s Black Fleet.

  “Uh, here,” she snatched the tablet from his hand, “let me.”

  “Willa-”

  “No, really, Kill,” she smiled awkwardly, attempting to seem properly embarrassed. Didn’t take much. “As an apology for… this.” Pointed at the list of charges.

  He eyed her skeptically, because she never offered to do inventory.

  “Relax,” she stepped into the lift when it opened. “I’ve got this.”

  “Alright…” he finally said. “Thanks.”

  “Anytime.” She winced.

  The doors closed and she sagged against the wall. She almost wished he’d called to give a lecture regarding the lie she told about the Nin fuel, because what just happened was humiliating.

  Once in the cargo bay, she found a computer station, quickly altering the zill mineral shipment weight, and creating a false one time buyer receipt. She pulled the funds from her account to cover the purchase, masking the source. A wince scrunched her face as her balance lowered.

  She hated spending credits, and she was pissed because, had the Wenden played fair and square, that deal with the Vinto would’ve never happened. The porn charges wouldn’t be taking more of her credits either, since she wouldn’t need the protectors to get back what was taken.

  Then again, she would’ve never met Kyran, the alien who was quickly becoming the bane of her existence.

  She scowled.

  Yet… despite all the irritation, she found herself wanting to get through the inventory as soon as possible so she could go get him and the others from the medical bay just so she could talk with them.

  Willa grabbed a scanner gun and turned, the large cargo bay looming. It would take hours to double check everything. It was, in her opinion, the worst part of running a commercial trade ship.

  She scanned the crate closest to her, moving to the next when the electronic chip lit green, indicating the crate matched the log entry.

  Willa zoned out, her eyes fixated on the scanner, the log, and onto the next crate, making alterations when necessary.

  By the time she made her way to the medical bay, it was past midnight, and most were asleep, except the skeleton crew.

  The bay was dark, the muted sounds of beeps and sighs from machinery breaking the eerie stillness. A handful of night staff made their rounds, and she finally found Jonah.

  “Hey, sorry it took so long,” she sighed, and the doctor looked up from his paperwork, glasses halfway down his nose. “Had to do inventory.”

  “Not to worry,” he stretched. “I had them escorted to your apartment hours ago. Sent some food up, too.”

  “Thanks Jonah,” she squeezed his shoulder and turned. Willa sang out, “You’re one of the good guys!”

  The door to her apartment slid open, and she quietly entered as she realized it was dark, calm. She heard the faint snores and a small pang of disappointment entered her. She’d been looking forward to chatting, but she wasn’t going to wake them.

  Silently, she made her way to her room, feeling along the wall so she didn’t knock anything over in the dark.

  Once in bed, the nightly drifting of moaning filtered through.

  Willa stared at her ceiling, too busy chuckling at Kyran’s predictable habits to even be mad. Plus, it meant he was awake. She flipped on her light, the soft yellow warming her all white bedroom in a dim haze.

  When her door opened, Kyran looked over his shoulder and she crooked a finger. He rose, hesitantly, she noticed, but made his way to her room nonetheless.

  Once inside, she said, “Hi.”

  Willa crawled onto her bed, crossing her legs and patting the spot in front of her. She could see his turquoise eyes shift slightly, as if curious. Bandie hopped up, sprawling in the nook of her lap, as if to say, ‘she’s mine’ as Kyran sat on the bed.

  Her fingers absently stroked Bandie’s fur as she watched him.

  “Kyran,” she said, watching how his tall ears twitched, “why do you like porn so much?”

  His head tilted to one side, as if he couldn’t understand.

  “The sex vids you watch every night,” she pointed to the wall facing the living space, and tapped her ear. The moaning could still be heard, and she wasn’t sure how Nohr and Sem could sleep so soundly.

  “Breeding?”

  Willa cleared her throat. “Yeah, that.”

  “Click not work.”

  It was her turn to be confused. Her brow dipped.

  He mimicked pressing the buttons on the remote. “Try work. No change.”

  “Oh. OH!” She snorted, that snort turning into a full-on laugh as she realized Kyran wasn’t addicted to porn. The remote was just bad! She knew it was finicky, and meant to replace it, but she barely ever had time to watch anything, so it always slipped her mind.

  Her shoulders shook as she continued to snicker away, falling to the side as she buried her face into the duvet.

  All this time.

  When she looked back up, pushing her loose, black hair from her face, she saw him smiling.

  Her stomach did a weird flutter that wasn’t wholly uncomfortable.

  He was shirtless, like he usually was this time of night, and damn her willful eyes as they quickly traveled down his naked, muscled chest.

  Willa righted herself, and Bandie purred, happy she wasn’t half tilted anymore.

  “I didn’t think this would be so awkward,” she nervously scratched at her hairline, still smiling. This was new for her. She’d never been nervous talking to anyone.

  Not men, not women, not intimidating non-humans. No one. It was perplexing.

  Think of some simple questions.

  “What’s your favorite color?” Yeah, that was simple enough.

  “Green.”

  “Why?”

  He blinked, and then he scratched his hairline. That was weird.

  Hesitantly, he reached a hand toward her, and when she didn’t move, he traced a claw along the underside of her eye. “Willa.”

  She had green eyes.

  His favorite color was green, because they were the color of her eyes.

  Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

  Her stomach flip flopped and fluttered like it was gonna force its way up her throat. What the hell was that? Her face felt hot, and her heart sped up a little. For a minute, she wondered if she was having an allergic reaction.

  Except, it kinda felt good.

  “What yours?” he finally asked, breaking the silence.

  “I don’t think I have one.”

  His black brow dipped, like that was puzzling, and then he held out his arms, inspecting himself. “Red?” His black tipped finger pointed to his skin. “Red like Kyran?”

  Willa snorted again. He beamed, his sharp teeth white, and lethal, but that didn’t detract from how contagious his grin was.

  Or how beautiful.

/>   His lips were just full enough to be kissable, but not too feminine, and when he smiled, a lone dimple dotted his left cheek.

  Willa’s eyes were still glued to his mouth when she softly replied, “Yeah, maybe red.”

  “Mmmroooww.” Bandie interrupted the moment. She smirked, going back to stroking the demanding ro’catta’s soft fur.

  “So,” she returned to her line of questioning. “Do you have a woman somewhere? Younglings?”

  Did she just ask an alien if he was single?

  He shook his head, his black mane that reminded her of a lion shook slightly. “Never have dam. No pups. Not stud.”

  Her fingers stilled mid stroke.

  “You’ve never been with a woman?”

  He stared at her, his leonine cheekbones darkening. “Only Willa.”

  Holy fuck, I stole his virginity!

  A thrill tingled through her whole body, her thoughts racing at a strange sense of possession. Is that how men felt when they ‘deflowered’ a woman?

  She could tell he was inexperienced during their two times together by the way he kissed, and how bewildered he’d looked just before busting in her mouth. Virgin territory hadn’t even crossed her mind!

  And then she blurted, “Did you like it?”

  It was too late to take it back, so she just saw it through. To her extreme pleasure, -surprisingly- his eyelids dropped just slightly, that familiar look of hunger making him lick his lips.

  Bad Willa.

  He nodded enthusiastically. “Mating good.”

  A wave of heat washed over her, and she had to clear her throat, nearly groaning with frustration.

  I just had to ask that question.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Willa took another large bite of her soft fruit, slurping the juice that nearly dribbled out of her mouth. She didn’t catch it all, and swiped the back of her hand across her chin while she continued to fiddle with the defective remote.

  “You’re so disgusting,” Tosh gave a short laugh, looking at her like she’d done the grossest thing.

  She scowled down at the remote, giving up and skimming over the manual on how to program the new one she had delivered from the tech room a couple levels down.