Taming the Alien King

by Rie Warren

  Jed jerked with laughter. “I had noticed, but it’s much more than that. You’re bold and unafraid.” A smile softened his harsh features. “We’ve never seen him act territorial before. You know he wanted to be here during your training because all he does is moon over you when you’re not with him.”

  “Such a stalker,” I mumbled.

  “I’m certain you’ve won his hearts,” he said quietly.

  “Have I?” I whispered, a weird lifting sensation radiating from my belly upward.

  He nodded.

  “And that completes today’s episode of Prairie’s a Pussy.” Wiping at my eyes, I hopped to my feet. “Bring it on, alien dude.”

  “No more comments about Dex.”

  “Kind of hard to fight with a hard-on, huh?”

  What felt like hours later—but you never knew with the space-time continuum thing—X entered the room, and my attention immediately centered on him.

  God, he was sexy as fuck, all tall, dark, brooding alien. He wore a leather vest stretched over the delicious muscles of his torso and a pair of pants similar to the ones from the night of the feast.

  Jed took the opportunity of me drooling like a bitch in heat to lay me out flat on the floor while he grinned triumphantly above me.

  “I call interference on that one! Not cool, Jed.”

  “Jedrek, you may leave us.” X tapped his pal out.

  As soon as Jed exited, X turned a feral look on me, shedding the vest to display a rippling wall of muscle.

  “Show me what you’ve learned, meehri.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Prairie

  I LAUNCHED MYSELF at X with a yell, using my prairie dawg sneak attack to take him by surprise. All I managed to do was get myself lodged against his lower legs while he laughed. Then he bent down, plucked me off my feet, and spun to drop me flat-out on the padded floor.

  Undaunted, I bounded back up. Circling around him, I dodged each blow he lashed out at me, smiling as he grinned.

  More than once I caught X staring at my tits. Oh yeah, he liked my new gear—the tight leather leggings and a vest similar to his for ease of movement.

  He took me through the paces, and we worked up a sheen of sweat. My hands slid across his damp chest. He gripped the nape of my neck, tossing me lightly from him.

  He crouched in front of me, eyes thin slits as we panted. My nipples fought against the tight top, and his dick was obviously hard in the leathers I was a huge fan of. Maybe I’d give him a lap dance later. You know, to make up for the fact I’d left him with a bad case of blue balls last night.

  We went at it again, his strikes increasingly becoming nothing more than light caresses burning through my body. But when I turned up the heat and kicked out at his midsection, he grappled me to the floor.

  My legs locked around his waist.

  He braced himself on his fists, staring at me as if he couldn’t decide whether to fight me or fuck me.

  Grabbing hold of his neck, I drew him down until his ear rested against my mouth. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a lap dance if you tell everyone I won.”

  His control snapping, he lunged upward.

  Men, aliens, whatever. So easy.

  I laughed brazenly when he snatched me up into his arms. He stalked through the corridors of the palace, ignoring all the guards who bowed when he passed.

  He strode straight to the royal chambers and didn’t stop until the doors slid shut in Dex’s surprised face.

  Letting me slip down his body, X got himself nice and comfy on a chair that appeared from thin air. “Lap dance.”

  “Bossy.”

  “A deal’s a deal, meehri.” He grinned wolfishly, looking me up and down.

  “So it is.” A sultry smile curled my lips.

  I slowly unbuttoned the vest first, shaking it from my shoulders. “Just don’t play any Barry White tunes.”

  He licked his lips. “Noted.”

  With my breasts freed, I swung toward him. Leaning over, I set my hands on his brawny thighs. I snaked my body up against his, and his hands rose to take hold of me.

  I grabbed his wrists, pinning them down. “And no touching the talent, big guy.”

  “Noted.” His voice emerged much more strangled as my nipples brushed against his chest.

  My cheek whispered along his, and I breathed softly against his ear. His thighs jumped beneath my hands when I ghosted my tongue along his throat. Swiveling around, I pumped my ass over his lap for several beats until I settled onto him, arching as I twisted languorously.

  “Meehri.” He groaned, and when I glanced down, his knuckles had turned white with restraint.

  My ass hit his groin, and his cock formed a large rigid roll drilling down the inseam of his leathers. I was surprised the lashes hadn’t ripped apart already.

  “You like this, X?” Tossing my hair back, I gyrated on his lap.

  His hips rocked up. “More.”

  Pushing up to my feet, I pivoted around. X’s jaw tightened when I pressed a palm against his chest. My fingers danced across the many multicolored designs decorating his warm flesh.

  The almost primitive patterns fascinated me even more as his taut skin rippled beneath my fingertips. The new markings forming in a circular pattern from both sides of his chest edged closer together every day.

  X watched me from lowered lids, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

  Down, down, down, I undulated between his legs while my hands strayed up from my stomach, and I pushed my tits together.

  When I rose, I grabbed onto the back of his neck, climbed on board, and rode against his lap.

  X’s eyes flashed from my breasts to my mouth. “I can’t take much more teasing.”

  I backed off, dancing just out of reach even though my king sat tensely, motionless except for his roving eyes, chugging chest, and flexing muscles.

  A flirty smile on my lips, I approached closer. Closer. Closer until I hung my tits in his face, watching as he battled within not to lick, suck, bite.

  Grunting, he craned his head back.

  I decided to reward him for his supreme self-control. Besides, I really wanted his cock in my mouth again, the sexy beast.

  Kneeling between his widespread legs, I ever-so-carefully used my teeth and tongue to unfasten the lacings of his leathers.

  He sucked in a breath. “Gods yes.”

  I breathed in the maleness of him, tongue peeking out to taste the muscled V of his groin. I tugged the lacing free, each jerk of my teeth causing the leather to part, and more and more of his big dick to appear.

  When my lips met the hot solid flesh at the base of his cock, I cooed deep in my throat.

  He was pure sin. Totally addictive.

  Hungry for him, I yanked the pants off his lean waist and down to his hard-muscled thighs. His cock slapped up, reaching well beyond his stomach.

  With a mewling sound I’d never made before, I tongued one heavy ball sac before pulling as much of the round orb as I could into my mouth.

  My eyes rolled back, and I plucked at my nipples. I whimpered, quickly, greedily sucking his other testicle. A heavy groan rumbled through him, and I rose to my knees, licking all over his mighty cock. I thrummed my tongue against the network of veins, sampling from the engorged head that barely fit inside my mouth.

  With a dirty smile, I glanced up to find X staring right back at me.

  “I bet you wanna skull fuck me right now, don’t you?”

  His jaw hardened even more, and so did his dick when I clasped it in my hand.

  He kicked the chair back, rising above me. With my chin caught between his fingers, he guided the thick length between my lips.

  I could only take a few inches before he filled my mouth, and my tongue rolled all around him. With both hands, I pumped the remainder of his magnificent cock, maintaining sloppy suction on the rest.

  Hot nasty glugging noises spilled from my throat like the saliva spilling from my lips. The hand job/blowjob got all messy we
t, and X’s harsh grunts echoed in the room.

  He held my mouth open, gripped my hair, and pumped in and out.

  He never sent his thick meat too deep, but he lost total control when I pulled him out and slapped my face with his smeary cock.

  A roar ripped through him. The slit of his cockhead widened. A strong burst of cum blasted my cheek before I gobbled him back into my mouth, cradling the pulsating head on my tongue. I swallowed and swallowed, gulping down his seed, panting for breath before taking every last jet he ejaculated.

  His sweat dripped onto me.

  His cum dripped down my cheek.

  My pussy dripped inside my pants.

  I kissed his hip, panting against him, while he shucked his leathers all the way off. Then X threw me to my back on the floor.

  Eyes glazed, I watched as he shredded my leggings with one tug. He pressed my thighs open, bit a nipple, then his mouth cruised to my pussy.

  I screamed, coming almost immediately. One lash of his tongue was all it took, but X didn’t stop. He lapped me desperately, hands on my ass hauling me roughly against his lips. I still tasted him in my mouth as I orgasmed in his again. Again. Again.

  I twisted my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him up, but he snarled at me before slamming two fingers inside of me. He screwed me straight into another cunt-punching climax before finally relenting.

  Holy hell.

  I dropped back onto the floor, nothing but a quivering mass of Holy Alien God of Sex.

  Kissing my neck then my mouth, X lifted me to the bed. He yanked the furs over us, cuddling close behind. And of course the extraterrestrial stud was ridiculously at full erection again, but Holy Alien King of Orgasms.

  Not to mention . . . “Too tired after training.” I slapped him away halfheartedly. “And you haven’t stretched me enough.”

  “I have too, and we have the special oil.”

  “Is it KY?”

  X smacked my rump, and then I fell blissfully asleep.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  X

  I WOKE PRAIRIE on the fourth morning of her stay with my face between her legs as a moan parted her lips. I’d left her with a longing kiss, immediately wanting more of her.

  The human woman was wreaking havoc on my equilibrium. My cock was constantly hard, harder even than usual. I didn’t like being apart from her, which was why I’d interrupted her training with Jedrek yesterday.

  And I definitely didn’t like her being alone with another male, not even my most trusted soldier, but today I’d forced myself to work.

  Hours after I’d kissed Prairie goodbye, Jedrek joined me in my office moments after I’d agreed to another peace treaty with the Zolfarians to unify our alliance against the lizard people of Skeer.

  Zane had sat in on the negotiations, for once taking politics seriously. As the prince of Zenithia and a high-ranking emissary, his duty was to nurture foreign relations. More often than not he just fucked the foreign relations. He always claimed double the dicks meant double the testosterone, which—as one of our race—was already high on the spectrum.

  When Jedrek entered, Zane made his smooth departure, a dimple in his cheek. “Things to do and females to fuck.”

  I leaned back in my chair, tossing a drink of ale down my throat.

  “How’s she doing?” The she in question obviously Prairie.

  “Your mate favors the mace.” Jedrek sat across from me, his military bearing stiff and formal until I offered him a glass of the good stuff.

  I grunted in appreciation. “Makes sense. The weapon will give her a longer reach against Dylka.”

  “Prairie’s scrappy.” He swirled the liquor before swallowing it slowly.

  I grunted again, eyes cast down as I replenished my drink. “I know she’s scrappy. Maybe a little too scrappy.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  I slouched in my seat. “She said she wouldn’t fuck me.”

  “Magnar and Dex claim to have heard otherwise.”

  I snorted. “Fucking gossip mongers. She let me prepare her with my cock. I’ve eaten her out as often as I can . . . she’s a hell-cat. So hot. I want her around the clock, but so far that’s it except for a lap dance and a blowjob I can still feel in my loins.”

  “If you’re horny why don’t you just avail yourself of Greeta?” Jedrek looked infinitely confused. “Gods, her mouth is capable of an interplanetary nut-bust.”

  “I’d never disrespect my queen like that.”

  I pretended not to notice Jedrek’s astonished look at my declaration.

  “How did you broach the subject?” Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees.

  “After the first feast I told Prairie now we fuck.”

  He stared at me before groaning. “Have you tried romance?”

  “Like foreplay?”

  “Foreplay does not equal romance. Gods, I can’t even call you the king right now.”

  “Fuck you, Jed.”

  Then we both laughed heartily.

  He sobered first, pulling the bottle toward him to refill his glass. “Has she told you about her upbringing?”

  “A little. She tries to be hard on the outside, doesn’t she?” I frowned, stroking a finger around the rim of my glass. “In spite of our strange beginning—when I accosted her on the street—she agreed to come with me fairly easily.”

  “I don’t think she has anyone else, X.”

  My frown deepened as he filled me in on more of Prairie’s childhood or lack thereof. What she’d revealed to me paled in comparison to the truths she’d told Jedrek. That the night she’d run away from home she’d done so because one of her mother’s drug suppliers demanded payment from Prairie. Payment . . . in the form of sex. That she’d taken to the streets and stole in order to survive. That the day I’d met her, her landlord propositioned her—fucking for a continued roof over her head.

  I felt sick to my stomach, angry in my soul, and unbidden jealousy that Jedrek had earned Prairie’s confidence more than me.

  “Why doesn’t she tell me this?” I folded my hands on my desk.

  “She doesn’t want you to pity her.”

  “Pity her? I’m in love with her!”

  “Perhaps she’s in love with you too.”

  “Funny way of showing it.” I released a breath, slumping back in my chair.

  “Why else do you think she’s fighting Dylka?”

  “Oh.” Oooh. Could it really be that simple?

  Jedrek stood and turned on his heels to leave before pivoting back around. “By the way, I’m going to fuck Dex.”

  What? Surprise flummoxed me. “Does he know this?”

  “He will when he has my cock shoved up his ass.”

  “Well, that’s romantic.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Prairie

  X HADN’T EVEN tried to have his way with me last night. He’d barely kissed me before telling me to go to sleep. He might as well have just patted me on the head like a cute little kamster.

  So I was surprised when I woke to find him reclining next to me, that hungry topaz look in his eyes as I stretched beneath the tazek furs covering my body. I’d gotten used to him being gone in the mornings before Jed collected me for training.

  He ran his hand through my hair then cupped my cheek. I almost purred into his warmth.

  “We’re spending the day together.”

  “But I’ve got a date with Jed.” Day five and my fight with the Hippodylka-chick was tomorrow . . .

  “Jedrek said you’re ready.”

  “Well, he’s clearly full of bullshit.”

  “Please, Prairie. Give me one full day.” X’s head dropped, and he linked our fingers together. “To prove myself worthy.”

  Him? Worthy? He was the king of an entire planet. I was the one who needed to be worried about being worthy.

  I studied him, lying beside me. For such an arrogant man he sometimes seemed unsure how to proceed with me. The small glimpses of vulnerability were as com
pelling as his overpowering virility.

  “Ohhh . . . I suppose so,” I agreed.

  The prospect of having X all to myself for an entire day was just too tempting to pass up. And when he glanced up with a breathtaking smile, I knew I was falling deeply for him.

  He hurried me through breakfast. I’d become nearly as addicted to the fruit smoothies as I was to X’s panty-dropping, drop-dead, drool-worthy body. He urged me to dress in the clothes he chose, no panties as usual. Because—yep—they’d just melt right off me anyway.

  When I was geared up in another pair of tight leggings, boots, a tunic belted at the waist, and the ever-present jewel necklace, he pulled me into his embrace.

  His formidable strength awed me once again when he lifted me clean off my feet to give me the kind of kiss I’d hungered for last night. Long, wet, greedy, and full of tangling tongues.

  He set me back down, and I trembled from head to toe from that one kiss alone.

  X wasn’t unaffected either. I loved the fact he couldn’t hide his body’s reaction, the thick roll of his stiff erection making its presence known in his pants.

  I leered.

  He tugged me along with the warning we’d never leave the royal chambers again if I kept staring at him like that.

  I probably wouldn’t even have complained at that point.

  Until I caught sight of the surprise he’d planned.

  Dex, Jedrek, and Magnar stood at our backs while X guided me into what could only be explained as a man-cave, fit for an alien king. An extensive hangar or garage, lit in that crystal-like glow, housed bays of vehicles. We walked down aisle after aisle of mother-freaking motorcycles. Not Harleys or Indians or even Ducatis, these sons-of-guns were nothing short of mechanical orgasms—shiny, sleek, and probably powered by some insane Zenithian technology.

  “Which one do you want?” X grinned widely, watching my mouth open and close.

  I spun in a circle, overwhelmed by the selection. “Is this because you made me ditch my bike back in the hills?”

  Walking closer, he pressed a soft kiss to my upturned lips. “Something like that.”