by Zoey Draven
And some how, some way, she’d ended up in the lap of this alien, who was giving her this crazy opportunity. She was freaked out of her effin’ mind. But perhaps a part of her needed to be. She hadn’t felt fear in a long time, because she’d been so secure, so safe. She’d forgotten that sometimes, fear felt good. Fear meant that she alive.
For now, she would do this. For one month, she would experience something she’d never experience again.
Her only rule?
Don’t fall for the big, sexy alien, whose lap you’re currently straddling.
* * *
After breakfast, Kate followed Vaxa out of the dining hall. Her feet were bare against the metal floors of the ship and unbelievably cold. She felt naked, exposed, but she knew that he didn’t have any clothes that would fit her. What she wouldn’t give to have her lavender elephant print pajama bottoms and a nice pair of fluffy slippers right now.
She’d keep his shirt though. It was airy, light, and soft, unlike any material she’d ever felt or seen in her life. The only downfall? She felt like she was constantly aroused in it, like Vaxa’s scent was threaded through the material, a constant stimulation.
They’d eaten the rest of their meal in silence, even though Kate had had a billion questions flitting around in her mind.
Her new motto? Roll with it.
Getting kidnapped by aliens and offered up as a prize in a fight? Roll with it. Being taken as said prize by an alien with mirage-like skin and a wicked, ridged tongue and cock? Roll with it. Being offered a ride home if she spent one month as said alien’s mate?
She’d damn well roll with it.
Kate had a feeling that being as nonchalant as possible would be the best way to process what she was going through. In some ways, she felt like she was in a dream, like nothing was real because nothing made sense anymore. If she got home—no, when she got home—she’d have a proper freak out and probably land herself in some mental hospital, rambling on about being abducted by aliens.
She’d worry about that later, though.
“Where are we going?” Kate asked him, not recognizing the path they were taking. The ship was huge. Massive.
“To train,” he said, pulling her closer. He seemed unable to keep his hands off her, like touching her gave him comfort.
“Train?”
“Tev. We are warriors. We must train. Every span.”
Glancing at his muscles out of the corner of her eye, Kate pictured some gym weight room on steroids. How else would he get those ropey, shifting slabs of muscles?
“Female,” he growled, casting her a side look. His fingers flexed around her waist and she bit her lip, her thighs clenching. Why did he have to have some crazy bloodhound nose?
They reached a steel set of doors and when they swooshed open, Kate saw at least twelve square holes sunk into the floor. No weight equipment in sight. Rather, small fighting arenas. Fighting pits.
Vaxa wound his way around the pits. As they passed every one, Kate glanced down into them and saw that each one housed two of Vaxa’s men engaged in intense, brutal fights, blood and gore and all.
She didn’t know what surprised her more: that their blood was a dark blue color or that this was allowed. She’d never seen fights so vicious. She watched as one alien sunk his claws into his opponents’ shoulder and ripped a bloody chunk of skin off. The opponent didn’t even cry out; he just kept on fighting, retaliating with a claw slash that ripped through muscle and tendon.
Her horror must have shown on her features because Vaxa turned to her, frowning, “What is wrong?”
“This—this is barbaric!” she cried out, her wide eyes glancing down at each and every fight they passed. The fighters didn’t even glance up, so consumed they were in their arenas.
“So are battles,” he answered, her words rolling off his shoulders. “I would rather my men be prepared. Luxirians heal fast.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she protested. “This is…this is just…”
She was at a loss for words. But she shouldn’t be surprised. She’d seen the scars along Vaxa’s skin, his back, and even though she hadn’t asked him how he got them…she now knew.
Vaxa stopped at the pit that ran along the back wall. It was the largest pit of them all and she saw that another alien male was already down inside, warming up. The alien looked to be the same height and build as Vaxa. He was bare-chested and just as muscled. But one of his black horns was chipped and a large scar ran down his cheek. His hair was a light brown, not black like Vaxa’s.
“Lihvan,” Vaxa said to her. “He is one of my war generals.”
From down below, Lihvan inclined his head to her, eyes taking her in with a curiosity that she’d already encountered. “Lavrix’an. It is nice to see your face this time.”
His English was more heavily accented than Vaxa’s and Kirov’s. Her brows furrowed, not taking his meaning…until it hit her. He must’ve seen her when Vaxa had had her slung over his shoulder yesterday. Her cheeks flamed and she pinched the hem of her borrowed shirt, wondering if she could get it to cover even more of her skin.
“Lihvan,” Vaxa said, a warning tone in his voice.
“My apologies, lavrix’an. I meant no disrespect.”
Kate cleared her throat, nodding. In the background, she heard grunts, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, a sickening crunch.
“Can’t you take me back to your room?” she asked quietly.
Vaxa frowned at her. “I want you here with me. I will be distracted otherwise.”
“I don’t want to watch you fight again,” she admitted. “It…unsettles me.”
Vaxa studied her for a brief moment but then shook his head. “We have an agreement, female.”
“What does that have to do with this?”
“You said you will integrate into Luxirian life,” he said. “We are a warrior race. We fight to bring peace to our galaxy. This is a part of that. As my mate, you will accept this.” Before she could show her outrage, he leaned close and growled softly, “Luxirian females enjoy watching males fight.”
“Then go find a Lucks-ur-ree-an female,” she hissed back. Unbelievably, she felt a flicker of possessiveness, of jealousy.
Vaxa stepped back, peeling his shirt from his body and dropping it to the metal floor. Kate tried to not let her gaze roam…but it was hard. Dammit, it was hard.
“Watch,” he purred. “We will see how wet your cunt is afterwards.”
Her mouth dropped, her hands trembling at her sides. She felt a flair of anger as she watched him jump five feet down into the pit effortlessly. What alarmed her was the way her heart stammered in her chest, the way her belly clenched. In anticipation? She didn’t know.
Frozen, she stood next to the pit as they began. At first they circled each other, sizing one another up, waiting for an opportunity to strike. But when the fight began, it began.
Luxirians fought dirty, she realized as she watched, wide-eyed. Vaxa growled, muscles rippling, lashing out with enough power that would probably kill her if she ever got in the way. Lihvan took a hit, his chest contracting. She heard something break, but it didn’t stop him. He slashed at Vaxa with his sharp, black claws, catching him on his side, drawing dark blue blood.
It went on and on. She was transported back to that scorching hot arena with the two suns where she’d first seen him. She remembered the way that he dispatched of his opponent, quickly, efficiently. He was lethal, deadly. All Luxirians were, it seemed, as she watched Lihvan dish out just as much as he took.
It was never ending. Kate didn’t know how long she stood there, but she found that she couldn’t keep her eyes off Vaxa. She felt breathless, weakened. His body started to gleam with sweat. His eyes held laser focus and they were drilled into Lihvan. If anything, his muscles seemed to grow, becoming even more defined.
Kate let out a whimper.
It was a small sound, but she inhaled sharply when Vaxa’s gaze suddenly zeroed in on her, his pupils contracting. She saw a
wildness, a darkness that she realized she needed.
Because he was distracted, Livhan got a brutal hit in and Vaxa’s head jerked to the side. Kate saw the blood running from his split lip and he growled, catching Lihvan’s fists with his palm. “Kravix, Livhan,” he rasped in his language, pushing his war general away.
Already, Vaxa’s gaze was back on her and he jumped, catching the edge of the pit before pulling all seven feet of him back to her level.
He was dripping in sweat. Blood ran from his lip and his side. His leather-like pants were torn just above his thigh and his long, dark, beautiful hair was mussed.
Oh my God.
Vaxa inhaled deeply, breaths coming fast, and Kate just knew that he smelled her intense arousal. He’d been right. Kate’s mind might have protested against how barbaric the fights were…but her body had responded to his brutality, his power, his strength.
“Come, female,” Vaxa growled, grabbing her arms a little roughly before sweeping her up into his arms. Kate didn’t mind.
Gone was her gentle alien.
In his place, there was a male who looked like he wanted to devour her.
NINE
Vaxa’an could hardly think, could hardly process a single, complete thought as he rushed to his quarters. The only thing going through his mind was his Instinct’s desire.
- Fuck. Mate. Possess. -
Vaxa’an growled, hanging onto his sanity by a thread. He knew he couldn’t fuck her, couldn’t claim her the way his Instinct demanded, not until he received the Fates blessing. As Prime Leader, it was important to him, that he claimed her in the traditional way.
His Instinct battled him fiercely, however. The blood rush of the fight and his female’s intoxicating, overpowering scent didn’t help matters.
When he reached his quarters, he threw his female onto their sleeping platform and positioned her to his liking: on her hands and knees, her enticing backside facing him.
“Vaxa,” she gasped, but her voice came out throaty, husky, and she didn’t protest when he ripped his tunic off her form, exposing her soaked cunt and large, full, swaying breasts.
He tore his coverings off as well, leaving his throbbing, hard cock on display. Kat craned her neck around, catching a glimpse of it and she let out another whimper. Vaxa’an watched as her thighs clenched, a creamy trail of wetness dripping from her cunt.
For all of her protests about how “barbaric” the training deck was, her cunt didn’t lie to him. It told him everything he needed to know. His cock bobbed as he kneeled beside the platform, grasping her thighs with a bruising force before diving his face between her thighs.
Kat screeched, her head tossing back, neck straining, eyes closed. “Euughhh!” she gasped and the sound drove him deeper. His ridged tongue licked and sucked at the wetness, his eyes rolling back into his head, needing more, needing everything. He sought more of her cream, driving his tongue deep inside her, his spine tingling, all while listening to her pants and cries. Her hands scrambled against their platform’s furs before clutching them tightly between her tiny fists.
“Vaxa, I’m cumming!” she screamed. He growled when her felt her walls contract against his tongue before her back bowed and then arched violently, a wordless scream on her lips. ‘Cumming’ must mean orgasming, he thought, filing that information away. He would make her cum many, many times.
He was relentless. His hips fucked the air in front of him, his Instinct’s frustration mounting. He growled and purred, feeling the vibration of his tongue resonate through her cunt. His fingertips came up to find and play with her clit, rolling the small swollen bead between his fingers, all while trying to fuck his tongue inside her even more deeply. What he wouldn’t give for it to be his cock instead. Only then, would he fill her the way he ached to.
She gave a breathless huff and then she mewed before Vaxa’an felt her walls clench again. She was ‘cumming’ again, bucking against his tongue, trying to prolong her orgasm, his greedy little female.
Her arms shook and her knees trembled. She was moaning loudly, her breath ragged. Vaxa’an growled, the pressure in his cock becoming unbearable. He felt like he would seed any moment, without so much as a touch, and he hadn’t done that since he was a youth.
With a hiss, he pulled away, standing so that he could flip her over. She flopped back onto his bed, seeming like she was still in the pleasure of her orgasm, her back arched, puckered nipples jutted in the air. His mouth watered and he fell onto them, sucking and gently nibbling on the beaded peaks.
Kat’s fists came to his horns and he felt her touch deep in his varx. He was going to seed any moment, if she didn’t stop.
“Vaxa,” she gasped, locking eyes with him. That strange liquid was shining there and Vaxa’an frowned, almost pulling away because he thought she was sad or upset. But then she pleaded, “P-please, I need…please fuck me, fuck me. Now!”
Strength filled his body, but Vaxa’an had never felt so physically frustrated in his entire lifetime. His female was begging him to fill her with his cock, to sink himself to the hilt into her welcoming vaxix. He could almost imagine the way she’d feel, hot and tightly wrapped around his cock, her walls demanding his seed from his body.
He groaned. “Female, I can’t.”
“Why not?” she cried out.
It pained him to say, like the words were ripped from his throat. “We will not mate until the Fates have blessed us. Not until we reach Luxiria.”
Kat groaned, her chest heaving. Two bright pink spots flushed her cheeks as he continued his assault on her breasts, taking her pebbled nipples between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to put her on edge, but not enough to be painful.
She reached between them, running her hands over his body, stroking the sweat that made his skin gleam, tracing his defined muscles. Her touch was almost his undoing; her soft, small hands felt like sin on his body. She rubbed her cheek against his left horn, murmuring in a daze, “You smell amazing.”
Of course, his scent would attract her, he thought. His Instinct had chosen a perfect mate.
With a growl, he pushed up from her body, coming to settle himself between her legs. He pushed them as wide as they would go, shifting her backside to rest on his lower thighs. This position teased his senses. This would be the position he would first take her in during the mating ceremony and he only tortured himself, knowing what he would do next.
Without penetrating her, Vaxa’an pushed forward, nudging his cock to rest between the lips of her cunt. Kat stared up at him, eyes half-lidded, like she was in a trance. Her full lips were flushed and parted.
A strangled gasp was wrenched from her throat when he thrust between her lips. He growled, feeling her wetness slip against his cock, lubricating him…although he didn’t need it. His own cock was weeping the beginnings of his seed, making the slide effortless.
Vaxa’an felt the mating purr begin deep in his chest and Kat’s mouth rounded, gazing up at him as she whispered, “Your cock…it’s vibrating.”
“Tev,” he growled. “Feels good?”
“Yes! Oh my God, yes,” she said softly, voice hitching. “Your knobs…”
His knobs? He’d ask her what that meant afterwards.
Vaxa’an shook his head, thrusting against her body, feeling her wet lips part for him, feeling the nudge of her hard clit against the sensitive head of his cock. He hissed, feeling his muscles expand, feeling his strength flow deep in his bones.
“Tev, female,” he rasped, gripping her ass, tugging her closer for more leverage, his hips pounding between her thighs. All around him, he could smell her arousal. It drove him to edge of madness and wrapped around his brain so tightly that he wondered how he could think at all.
Shamefully, it didn’t take long before he felt the beginnings of his orgasm. He’d last longer for her next time, he resolved, even as he felt her scratch at his skin with her blunt little claws, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as her belly convulsed. She was cumming for
a third time, his sensitive little human female. He growled. He’d have much happiness with his mate. He envisioned lazy mornings and long nights of this, of giving his female pleasure, of seeing her exhausted on their furs, glowing from it.
Vaxa’an roared to the ceiling, his seed wrenched from his cock, bathing her cunt and belly, when he imagined her round with their offspring. Yes, he thought. Soon. Soon, she would be pregnant with their young, he’d make sure of it. Especially before the lunar cycle was finished. He would do everything in his power to make it so.
His muscles trembled with the after-effects of his orgasm and he panted, looking down at Kat, rumbling in contentment when he saw the evidence of their play. His opalescent seed shimmered against her skin and dripped down her cunt. His Instinct purred its pleasure when he reached down to rub it into her skin, slicking it between her pink folds.
She made a small noise, a cross between a moan and a gasp. “Vaxa…I—I need rest.”
He grinned down at his mate, feeling like he could take on anything in the universe. “I know, female,” he murmured to her, leaning down to rub his horn against her cheek. Kat sighed, sounding tired. “Let us wash,” he said. He was still dirty from his training session with Lihvan. She had a streak of his blue blood across the inside of her thigh. And as much as he was pleased to see it there, a reminder of their impending blood bond, he wished to bathe off his sweat and grime.
“I think you need to carry me,” she said softly. Vaxa climbed off her and their sleeping platform, his cock already hardening. When she saw it, she gave him a look he couldn’t read and mumbled, “On second thought, I’ll carry myself.”
Vaxa’s lips twitched and he reached for her. A moment later, she was swung up into his arms. Any chance that he got to carry his female, he would take it. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his, how small she was next to him. Inside the wash room, he turned on the washing stall and ducked them both inside.
The water was warm and it helped sooth the ache in his muscles. Luxirians healed fast. The claw marks and bruises from Lihvan would be gone by morning, but he would mourn the loss of the tiny scratches his female had given his bare chest. He peered down at them, brushing his fingertips over the small lines, a few droplets of blood washing off.
