Purchased: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Rebels of Sidyth Book 1)

by Sabrina Kade

  To go to the light or not to go to the light, that’s always the question, isn’t it?

  But there’s no other choice. The only other way to escape has been locked, and for all we know, the Todas are waiting to make sure no one escapes. The world above is more barren than this one.

  “Hello?” I call, waving the torch around. I’m not sure if I want someone to respond or not. I take in the heavy scent of cedarwood and dirt. It’s earthy like a mushroom farm.

  “Is it smart to call attention to ourselves?” one of the girl’s asks, whose name I can’t remember.

  “Would you rather we accidentally sneak up on someone?” I shoot back.

  She doesn’t respond.

  Slowly, the hallway/tunnel widens. Dirt and mud pathways separate, creating a less claustrophobic space, and though the humidity roars on, the air grows cleaner. Fresher. More like the rain I remember from up above. It’s not a terrible scent anymore, and between the lit torches on the walls, I notice some plant life. Strange, thick stark white roots poke out from the earth with several thick orange and ruby red leaves. It reminds me of the fall, and I instinctively search out a pumpkin to no avail, but the colors are pretty enough and, feeling braver, I run my fingers along a single leaf. It’s smooth and dry and smells like cedarwood. Again.

  “They’re like decorations,” Sloane whispers. “They’re pretty.”

  “Who cares?” York snaps. “What are we going to do? Has anyone seen any water? Or food, for that matter? I’m not even worried about finding owners at this point; I don’t want to die underground surrounded by fungus and mildew.”

  “It’s not that bad,” I hiss. “Come on; we’re almost at the opening.”

  And that’s when I hear that soothing sound again, and I spin back to the frightened faces behind me.

  “Rain,” I say, not bothering to whisper. “Do you hear that?” I wave my torched hand towards the widest part of the tunnel. “You can hear rain again!”

  “Let’s go!” one woman squeaks from the back, pushing her way forward. “I’m dying of thirst!”

  “Aoi, wait!” Alaska calls, trying to reach for her as she speeds past, but she’s too quick, and Alaska’s left with her hand hanging in the air. Two other women dart behind Aoi, growing thirsty and desperate enough not to think about their actions. And though I should have noticed it before, I must have been too busy paying attention to the walls because, before the girls are out my sight, they disappear into a thick, dark pink, and lavender fog.

  My eyes widen. I wait for a sound to follow.

  Nothing. There’s only silence.

  No voices. No feet pounding on the earth. I swallow hard and turn to York.

  “What happened to them?” I whisper.

  She shakes her head. “Dunno.”

  The remaining women and I stand there, half frozen in fear, deciding whether we should go after the deserters, or stand and wait to see what happens next.

  “Are they okay?” someone asks.

  “Shut up; I’m trying to think.” I try to look through the fog.

  “Is there something in the mist?”

  “Does this look like a Stephen King novel to you?” York whispers, eyes darting towards the strange colored clouds just the same.

  “Please shut your faces.” I’m begging now. I need to figure out what to do.

  I can’t turn back, but I can’t bring myself to move forward. There’s water ahead. I’ll need water to survive. So will the rest of the girls. I need to find safety, not only for me but the others.

  And my concerns are answered, giving me no choice with how to proceed.

  A piercing scream. I back away, instinctively shielding Alaska and Sloane with my forearm.

  “Sidyth!” a woman screams from behind the fog. “They’re Sidyths! Oh my God!”

  I can’t wait a moment longer and dart ahead.

  Sometimes I’m not sure if I’m really brave or really stupid.

  ***

  The mist clears after I push through it. Some of the others try to follow, but that’s only because they’re afraid of being alone. As quickly as I dart through the fog, I’m back out; standing next to the three women who pushed ahead to get water. Their mouths all hang open as they stare ahead into the space before them and, as soon as I turn to see what makes them look that way, I have my answer.

  Sidyths.

  No. No, no, no!

  Suddenly it all makes sense. Dwellings underground. The heat. The scent of cedarwood and earth. The moisture. Sidyths love the heat.

  As much as I want to believe we haven’t been sold in bulk to a group of Sidyths, I have to look no further than a few feet to find one of my worst-case scenarios coming true.

  There are about ten of them. I haven’t bothered to count yet, but as soon as I stumble forward, one looks directly into my eyes with his wide yellow ones. Not gold. Not golden brown. Fucking yellow like a snake’s and this one has honed in on me immediately. I hardly notice the other women streaming behind because I cannot look away from the interested Sidyth.

  He’s large, like most of his race, clocking in at what looks to be over six and a half feet tall, and he’s also incredibly thick. He’s wearing very little clothing – less than me. Moisture and sweat glisten off his six-pack, and bulging arms and I swallow deeply.

  Despite how cruel their race can be, Sidyths are hot. Practically humanoid. This one’s skin is pale and covered with iridescent silver scales across parts of his arms, stomach, thighs, and cheeks.

  I swallow hard. The one eyeing me up looks the most humanoid of all of them.

  And hot. Damn, fucking hot.

  His chest expands and, as he takes a step toward me, I’m shocked when I take one towards him. I’m not afraid. Maybe because I’m so turned on. The moisture between my legs is no longer just sweat and, even though I shouldn’t be embarrassed, I squeeze my thighs together as the Sidyth’s eyes widen and drop to my skirt. His tongue darts out from between his lips. It’s forked. He’s smelling me. He senses the heat between my thighs, and this excites him with only a quick glance to his cock. He takes another few steps toward me, quickly closing the gap with his hulking form and seizes my arm in a surprisingly gentle grip before he says something loud enough for the others to hear.

  “This one,” rumbles in the translator.

  His voice. The translator can’t capture it, but I have a basic idea that this Sidyth has a deep, rumbling voice. He doesn’t garble like the frogs or bubble like an Octonod. This voice is masturbation worthy and, as shocked as I should be to be taken so easily, I don’t protest as he leads me away from the others.

  “No fair, Korben,” another Sidyth rumbles as I’m being pulled past.

  “Never said I was fair, Iriel,” the one holding my arm – Korben says.

  “You’re not a prince anymore,” the other – Iriel continues.

  “You want to fight me for her?” As though excited by the challenge, Korben releases my arm and faces the other Sidyth.

  They’re both giants, but Korben has a few inches on the other and twice the muscle on his scaled chest. I swallow hard, annoyed and somewhat excited there’s a chance these two cruel titans are about to fight over me. Being claimed by an owner isn’t anything new, but Sidyths are not known for their manners. If they were going to fight, someone was about to die.

  I take a deep breath, shoulders shaking.

  “Don’t I get a say?” I ask, knowing my defiance will either be laughed at or beaten out.

  Neither happens and, instead, they turn away from each other and drop their chiseled jaws at me. Their frowns are prominent, and though there’s over twenty of us – human and alien – I’m all but alone with the Sidyth with the heated gaze. If I’m going to have to have sex with a Sidyth, I at least want the one who’s claimed me first. Trouble could break out otherwise.

  Claims made on the same whore are how problems start, and it’s usually the whore who pays the price.

  Korben’s intense yellow e
yes land on mine and his forked tongue darts out between his full lips.

  What those lips could do to me…

  “You have a preference?” His low voice translation rumbles loudly in my ear.

  “I… uh…” I stumble over my words as Korben grows closer. No one’s going to save me. The rest of the girls are quiet as the other Sidyths watch with a mixture of bored or interested expressions.

  “Well?”

  “You,” I say quickly. “You claimed me first. I choose you.”

  “Is that the only reason?” His voice doesn’t change. Yellow eyes land on the skirted spot between my thighs. “I think you have ulterior motives.”

  “I… I can’t… help that…” I don’t understand why my words won’t come out clearly. Just a few hours ago, I spoke to a group, but now I’m brought to my knees when an attractive Sidyth decides not to take pleasure and beat me on site.

  I’ve grown weak in my years of being an entertainer.

  “I chose you,” Korben continues. “Do you choose me because you are afraid, or because you want me as well?”

  My eyes widen. Want him? How could I possibly want him? He’s one of the Sidyths who rented me out, and yet he’s making it sound as though this is all my decision. And dammit, my body’s betrayal isn’t helping in the slightest. The asshole’s getting off knowing his mere presence makes me wet. To make matters worse, he lifts a curled finger towards my face. I want to flinch, but I also don’t want to show weakness in front of the others. I try to remember how calm Arizona was when she gave herself over to the frog to help Phoebe.

  I could be strong too. My pussy’s the one that has other ideas.

  I expect the Sidyth’s hand to feel wet and slimy as it dips under my chin, but to my surprise, even with scales, Korben’s fingers are soft and dry like a Michael Kors python leather bag I touched once in a thrift store.

  “Do you choose me?” he rumbles.

  “Do I have a choice?” I whisper, hating that if I tried to raise my voice, it would shake with fear. I’m not as strong as Arizona. “You – or one of your friends here – paid for us. We’re yours whether we want to be or not, right? I’m trying to keep the peace.”

  A ridged eyebrow quirks upward. “Keep the peace,” he repeats, eyebrows furrowing more closely together. “Humans are a strange sort. You say you do not want me, but your body says otherwise. I suppose that will have to do.”

  “You can’t do that,” Iriel stammers.

  My world rocks as the one called Korben lifts and cradles me to his chest. Some of the girls gasp, but unsurprisingly, no one stops him. The rest of the Sidyths watch with interest or eye up the girls who have not been claimed. I remain silent as Korben’s chest shivers and a loud hiss escapes.

  “This one is mine,” he snarls. “Whether her body or her mind has chosen me, she belongs to me. If any of you touch her, you will have to deal with me.”

  “And me,” another large male rumbles before turning to the pouty one. “Come now, Iriel, can’t you see there’s plenty? Korben has followed through on his promise. Now we must be patient and see what the women will do.”

  “There’s not enough for everyone,” Iriel grumbles. “And you’ll be lucky if any of them choose you, Hujun.”

  “That’s not the point,” Hujun says, though he does look momentarily bothered.

  The Sidyths are making it sound as though we have a choice in who’s going to make us give them pleasure. That isn’t the life of an entertainer – didn’t they know that? Were they so removed from the common practice of Human Whores that they didn’t know they could take what they wanted?

  “The whole reason I remained here was on the promise of a woman,” Iriel grumps.

  Korben stops suddenly, leaning closer to the one called Iriel. I worry he’s going to hand me off, but instead he cradles me closer to his chest and lowers his voice.

  “Then I suggest you play nice, Iriel.”

  My chest hiccups as Korben pulls away and leaves the group. Some of the women ask where he’s taking me, and the question bubbles on my lips as well. I glance around, taking in Korben’s muscular chest and the powerful arms holding me against it. There’s a strong, pale jawline hanging over my head, full lips and alert eyes staring ahead as he walks in silence.

  So that’s how it’s going to be? Claim a whore, and she’s yours?

  If I’m going to be a carrier, I assume this one – Korben – is going to be my mate. It’s not an altogether terrible thing. He seems to have the size to keep others away if they’re not going to play nice. And if he can’t, there also seems to be strength in numbers of those who support him. Plus, I could have sworn I heard Iriel say…

  “Prince?” I say aloud.

  Korben’s chin turns downward, and I flinch. Strangely, there’s a trace of hurt in the Sidyth’s eyes. I try to relax my trembling shoulders as he continues to move through the heated, brightly lit hallways.

  “Did you say something?” he rumbles at last.

  I can’t find the words. My body shifts as Korben comes to a stop and pushes a curtain from a doorway.

  A private room.

  Only one bed and bed is a makeshift term because so is the bed. I swallow hard.

  This is where he’s going to claim me. So many questions want to spring from my lips, but I can’t find them as the Sidyth moves towards the bed after pulling the curtain shut, somehow managing to keep me steady in his grasp with one arm before gently lowering me onto the bed. The tan fabric is surprisingly soft. I test the surface, finding it surprisingly pleasant and gaze up at the alien before me.

  Why did he have to be so attractive? Humanoid is okay, but mouth-wateringly, pussy drippingly, pulse-racingly hot? This was going to be a problem.

  Korben stands before me, falling silent as he takes me in with his intense, hooded bedroom eyes. I feel naked under his gaze.

  His tongue darts out again. “You are surprisingly turned on for a human who does not want me,” he notes, not smiling nor frowning.

  I’m not sure what he wants to me to say that, and so I remain silent. I can’t get a read on him, so instead of trying to get to know him, I stand and remove my top. His eyes widen before he darts forward, and grasps my hands in his much larger ones. I freeze and shoot my head up.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “What are you doing?” he asks, although it’s pretty obvious to me. He must want to know why.

  “Isn’t this what you want? You said you chose me. I’m here. You want me to pleasure you, right?”

  He swallows. He looks like he’s in pain. “Yes. I do.”

  “So let me take off my top. I don’t want you ripping it. It’s the only one I’ve got.”

  “I will get you other garments.”

  “So what’s the problem?” I ask, growing more confused.

  Korben’s hands slowly release mine and fall to his sides. He looks surprisingly fragile for something so much larger and thicker than me.

  “Don’t you want me?” I try again. A rare pang of self-consciousness nips at me.

  His eyes grow heated. Whatever kindness he was planning to show me quickly disappears. “Get on the bed.”

  I follow his orders, lie on my back and bend my knees over the edge of the bed. Korben remains standing in a small pair of thin shorts which leave little to the imagination.

  “Aren’t you going to get naked?” I ask. I hope this guy isn’t into weird shit. Fucking an alien is weird enough.

  “Are you wearing anything under that skirt?” he asks instead. After I shake my head, he crosses his arms. “Open your legs.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Do it.” His voice turns to a hiss, but he makes no move to force me.

  I do as he says, and Korben sucks in a breath.

  “Stay still.”

  He uncrosses his arms and takes the two steps needed, so our knees touch. Rough fingertips graze over my knee, and I arch my back, surprised at how good his touch feels. His hand snakes
up my thighs and pushes the skirt away; exposing me to him as he falls to his knees and continues his slow exploration.

  Things could be so much worse.

  His touch is surprisingly soft, and the smell of earth and cedarwood radiates off his pale, scaled skin, making me shiver with need. His fingers drop between my thighs, and he touches the smooth skin above my pussy.

  “They make us wax—”

  “No talking,” he mutters, and I lock my lips together, not wanting this moment to turn into something unpleasant. And when he notices I’m quiet again, his eyes go back to my pussy, and I lean back. Sidyths are not only humanoid in the face, but below the belt as well. Mainly because I catch a glimpse of his dick growing long and hard in his tiny shorts.

  Gentle hands push my thighs further apart, and his head lowers between the gap, and I grow wetter and hotter as his mouth nears dangerously close to the Promised Land. I want to scream at him to get shit going, but I’m not sure how he would react to a command. So far he’s been pretty okay, but that means nothing to a human whore. Kindness is rarely shown, especially during sexual acts.

  And yet, when his face goes between my thighs and something wet and slick grazes against my core, I jerk in response, moaning in pleasure.

  The Sidyth – Korben – finally rumbles an amused sound. The bastard’s enjoying this, but I’m too turned on to care, spreading my legs wider to give him more access. Another tentative lick quickly follows, and my reaction is no less violent and involuntary than the first. The Sidyth doesn’t seem to mind my enthusiasm, and though I want to be shocked that an alien is going down on me, I focus on the temporary pleasure I’m receiving.

  For years I’ve been something that can only give pleasure, not receive it, and so to have this massive creature’s head in such a vulnerable position between my thighs, I swear my juices are bubbling like boiling cocoa. His tongue darts deeper into my folds and I arch my back, hoping for more. I can’t remember the last time someone’s gone down on me. Startled by this fact and the ease which he’s going to make me come, I tightly grip the fabric around me.

  Colors come together as the moments pass, and each lick pushes deeper and grows more desperate. He might be enjoying this as much as I am.