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

by Sabrina Kade

  “Fuck me,” I gasp out loud, unable to keep my composure. I remember how he told me to keep my mouth shut. “Sorry.”

  He nips the inside of my thigh but continues to work that magical forked tongue.

  “Oh, fuck me,” I gasp again as my impending orgasm builds. It’s too much. I shouldn’t be here getting eaten out. I should make sure the other girls are okay, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. He’s getting into it now, adding a soft finger to the mix as he continues to lick and glancing up at me quickly to check for what, I’m not sure, and something else dawns on me.

  He’s beautiful.

  Lifting my head, I see Korben isn’t only humanoid and achingly sexy, he’s also beautiful. The scales scattered across his cheeks are like a well-placed contour, and his hair is wild and pale, like the rest of him. There’s a hint of red and gold streaks mixed in the hay color, and, growing brave, I fist a handful of it. It’s soft. Softer than hair should be considering we’re on a humid, rainy planet. His eyes lift as he notices I’ve touched him, and though he doesn’t smirk or smile, there’s a softness in his intense yellow eyes that makes me feel that he’s not going to force himself on me – at least not yet.

  In a moment of weakness with this beautiful alien between my thighs, I want to tell him he’s beautiful, but before I can find the words, his head dips, and he’s back to work. I swallow all my inhibitions trying to enjoy the rare wave of pleasure and kindness fate has thrown my way. This isn’t going to last forever. He wants a taste now, and he took it without too much trouble. He’s paid for me; he should at least get his money’s worth. And my reasoning?

  I might as well do what the bastard wants.

  His licking grows more urgent, as though he wants more of a response from me, and realizing this, I moan out loud. Not just for him. But for me. It’s incredible.

  “Ohhhhh… fuck me,” I moan.

  And he stops. My blood chills as he lifts his massive head with a perplexed expression.

  “Do you want me to give you pleasure?” he asks in a low, rumbling voice. His mouth has pulled away, but two thick fingers lazily dart in and out of my pussy. It’s hard to focus, but he wants an answer.

  “Do you?”

  “Yes.”

  “So… so do it.” I pant harder, waiting for the inevitable moment when he’ll take what he wants, but he only continues to pump deeper. “You paid for me. Get what you want.”

  His eyes widen, and his fingers stop moving. He pulls away, and I’m left shocked and utterly unfulfilled as he stands up, puts his large hands on his hips, but not before sucking off his two glistening fingers. I don’t bother to blush, this isn’t my first rodeo, but there’s something about the way Korben’s looking at me that leaves me exposed.

  Like a prostitute.

  Because you are! Hello, Earth to Blythe!

  I shake my head quickly, remembering this isn’t a date matching service. I’m a human whore, and this is a rich, horny alien who’s paid for someone to have sex with him. I stare ahead, waiting for his next move, moisture still dripping from my thighs. My building orgasm fades, and I can’t help but pout at how cruel he’s being. Bringing me that close to an orgasm and stopping?

  What is up with this dude?

  And the realization comes. I don’t need him to orgasm. I can finish off myself. Let’s see if he likes that.

  With a smile on my face, I lower my fingers towards my opening and tease my folds, bringing a moan to my lips. Now that I’m no longer paying attention to Korben, he’s no longer huffy and leans forward with an interested expression on his face. Oh shit, he likes this. I have to decide whether I want to continue because I need to climax, or stop because I want to piss him off. I take a major risk, deciding on the later, and remove my finger.

  “Why did you stop?” Korben asks thickly.

  “Why did you?”

  He nods at my pussy, ignoring my question. “Keep going.”

  “Is that a command?”

  His eyes narrow. “If you don’t want to continue, I will continue for you.”

  “And why’s that?” I ask, growing brave again as it dawns on me how much this beautiful creature wants me.

  “I don’t like to start anything I can’t finish.” Not waiting again, he dives forward into my thighs and licks me furiously, forcing me to practically crash against the single pillow at the head of the bed. Korben hisses impatiently and drags me back to the edge of the bed, his tongue never slowing down.

  It’s like my orgasm never stopped building, and within moments I’m crying out in ecstasy. The world shifts to sounds and smells, bright lights and utter darkness. My orgasm erupts through my entire being, causing me to shake and shiver, and I spasm several times before I’m able to settle myself. I can’t see what Korben is doing, but I imagine he’s watching with a neutral expression because he knows now that I owe him and he’s next.

  As I come down from my high, I sit up on my elbows, prepared to deliver the inevitable blow job, but Korben’s only seated on the edge of the bed, still wearing his shorts.

  “Don’t you want a turn?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

  “Yes.” His answer is as simple and stoic as the expression he’s wearing.

  “So take off your pants.”

  “Because you want me to?” he asks.

  This again?

  “Because it’s obvious you want me to.” I nod towards his erect dick and try to smile. Just to elicit some sort of emotion from this guy. If he’s not going to hit me, I might as well flirt with him a little. I crawl forward, but he easily seizes my arm and pulls me closer to his face.

  “Do you want to?” he rumbles.

  I smile innocently. “I have to, don’t I?”

  “No. No, you don’t.” He throws my arm down.

  “What is your problem?” I ask, losing patience with his tiring word games.

  “Nothing.” He hisses loudly before rising from the bed and walks towards the curtain. “Stay here. I’m getting a drink.”

  I watch him go, not bothering to hide the confusion on my face. He’s angry, but I’m not sure why. And while I want to believe it has something to do with him wanting a blow job, I can’t help assuming it’s more than that. A Sidyth looking hurt. I didn’t even know it was possible for them to feel any emotion other than bloodthirsty. Still, when Korben spins to glance at me one last time, this isn’t the time ask what his problem is.

  “Are you going to stay as I’ve asked you to?” he asks in a rumbling voice.

  “Can do.” I salute him for effect, but he merely narrows his yellow eyes.

  And he’s gone.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Korben

  Humans. I swear to Stars I’ll never understand them – or any creature with a pussy between her legs for that matter. I played everything right. I assessed the humans properly when they landed with those filthy Todas, and plenty of my onlookers were willing to face the rain to see who would prove to be a worthy carrier for me. They all said the same thing. All came to the same conclusion.

  There seem to be two leaders, Your Highness.

  The one best for you has chosen to stay behind to save another.

  But, there is another no less worthy for you. You will know when you see her.

  And so I had. The moment that tiny, dark-haired human stumbled into the private lair; she was mine. There was fierceness in her eyes, and a frown on her lips that drew me in. But even though I took the time to pick her, practically fighting one of my brothers in the process, she still believes she does not want me.

  She allowed me to sample her juices, but only because she believed she owed me.

  Didn’t she understand yet? I am the one who owes her.

  I pinch the bridge of my nose in obvious annoyance as I stride down the hallways to retrieve a sip of water for myself, and several of my brothers watch with wary expressions. They sample the air around me with quick slicks of their tongues, and they know.

  Their former
prince has been denied.

  The human I chose did not want me.

  She is not afraid of me; her scent does not come across as fear, but it’s something closer to I’ll get this shit over with. I want to tell her she doesn’t owe me any favors, and if I truly wanted to pleasure her, I would have pleasured her already. But that would have been me forcing myself upon her. And I do not want to do that. I want to keep her, and taking her without consent would make me no better than the men who exiled me here in the first place. I want this human to know she no longer has to be a leader, and I will take care of her. I will give her a sprog – as many sprogs as she wants – and she will no longer have to spread her legs to the highest bidder.

  So knowing all of this, and smelling how turned on she is for me, why did she make it seem as though she did not want me to give her pleasure?

  Puzzled, I dip my hands into a hollowed-out root, no less annoyed with my Chosen’s silly behavior. Would the other dark-haired leader resist me as much?

  “Pain in the ass, is she?” Iriel’s voice is like daggers as he stands next to me with a confident smile on his face. “It’s pretty sad when a human whore won’t spread her legs for you.”

  I spin around and clock him in the face, immediately regretting my instincts. I must be more careful now. If my Chosen ever sees me being so needlessly violent, she will wonder how long it will be before my fist strikes her. I will never let that happen, but she does not know that. Still, there is a bit of a smirk on my features as Iriel stumbles back, clutching his already unattractive face.

  “Do you still want to fight for her?” I ask.

  Iriel spits onto the ground and finds his footing. “Keep her, Korben. She’s not worth it.”

  “She’s my Chosen, so it’s wise of you to back off.”

  “I’m not backing off. I’m simply saying that these whores are scattered all over the universe. There is nothing that makes one human more special than any other. I’ll find one of my own.”

  “And yet here you are chatting with me.” I grin. “I must tell you, Iriel, I am only interested in my Chosen now.”

  Iriel falls silent and turns around, but not before he glances over his shoulder. “Your supposed Chosen; she does not know any other way than being a whore. Tell me, Prince Korben, did you even bother to learn her name? Or did you bury your face between her legs like an animal?”

  My eyes widen, and I prepare a retort, but Iriel’s already lumbering down the hallway. But his words stick with me. I did not learn her name. I tasted her, and yet I am not sure what to call her other than human or my Chosen. I am no better than the people I fought against. This woman – this human whore – knows nothing more than giving pleasure, and I took it from her without bothering to learn anything about her. I may have claimed her as my Chosen, but I treated her no better than the mistresses father gave to me back home for Birth Days past.

  How could she possibly know I didn’t want to be another owner?

  How would she know I have chosen her as my own? That I want her to carry my sprog and help create a world so much better and stronger than the one I had been exiled from?

  With a new resolve, I retrieve a small cup from the communal space and fill it with water and stalk back to my private room. The human is still there, fully dressed in that pathetic whore’s uniform and I offer her the cup without a word. She eyes it warily, and as much as I want to yell at her to take my offering, I keep my temper. This woman is not one of my brothers. I cannot yell and spar with her as I please. In fact, I’m pretty sure when I do claim her, there’s going to be a major risk of killing her. Instead, I lower the cup to the table next to the bed and kneel on the floor before her. She’s a tiny thing – my Chosen – and being like this, I can see her more clearly.

  She’s beautiful, but she’s been broken by her occupation.

  My hand lifts and I fight the urge to touch her. She seems to be more on edge with me than ever, and I cannot blame her. She’s small. She’s fragile.

  “Hold still for me,” I mutter in what I hope is a soothing voice. “I only want to touch you.”

  She nods, but still wears confusion on her features as my fingertips graze across her skin. She is sweaty, glossy from the heat lamps I ordered on the black market. I so desperately want to taste the sheen on my fingers to find out if the juices on her face are as musky and delicious as the juices between her thighs. I resist though, not wanting her to have another reason to think I only want her for pleasure.

  My Chosen is more perplexing to me than ever in her uneasy silence as I continue to explore her. Earlier, she was barking orders at the other females, and now she’s timid and submissive. I do not understand. My brothers told me humans are compatible with us, but this is not the same as a Sidyth woman. But I still want her. My desire for her not only grows in my cock but in my heart. I want her to be mine because she wants to be, not because I paid for her.

  But judging by her behavior with me so far, I can only assume she’s expecting me to take what I want from her anyway.

  Perhaps I can build a type of friendship with her first.

  “What is your name?” I ask, curious about how my voice sounds in her tiny ears. Does she understand my language, or is there a microchip so my words translate? Can she hear that I will not hurt her, or does my rumbling tone only instill more fear? It’s obvious she’s seen Sidyths before, and I can only assume her experiences have not been pleasant.

  My Chosen speaks, but I’m so wrapped in my selfish concerns, that I don’t catch her words. I frown, and she jerks away from my touch, leaving my hand hanging awkwardly over the space between us.

  “I am sorry,” I mutter. “I did not catch that. Will you please say it for me again?” I try to smile, pulling my lips away from my teeth, and when her eyes widen, I remember humans do not have fangs, so immediately I clamp down on the smiling idea, trying to remain as neutral as possible.

  “Blythe.” Her name trickles across the air and dances into my ears, and I smile upon hearing it. It is a beautiful name, perfect for the Chosen of a prince.

  Former prince, Korben.

  “Be-lyte,” I say, trying out the name on my lips. It sounds funny, not as clear and musical as the way she says it, and I frown again, repeating it several times. My Chosen is watching me closely, and I continue to say her name, letting her know I am not afraid to learn something new and do it correctly. “Be-lythe.”

  “Blythe,” she repeats, slowly lifting her dark eyes towards my lips.

  “Bye-leth.”

  She shakes her head, and Stars help me, her lips curl slightly.

  Why is her mouth so fascinating?

  “Bly-eth,” I say, trying harder. “Bly-yth?” I’m growing angry. Iriel said I hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of my Chosen before tasting her, and here I find that I cannot even pronounce her name the way it was meant to be pronounced. Frustrated, I pull away from the bed and storm over to the corner, pinching my brows together and muttering that beautiful name in an angry hiss. My back is to her, and I’m so focused my task, that I don’t sense that my Chosen has gotten up from the bed and wandered to me. She is so small and light that when she spins me towards her and our eyes meet, we are both shocked by the difference.

  She is not weak looking, but she is short. Her eyes look directly into my bare chest, and she almost seems flustered by this and takes a step back. I want so badly to grab her and pull her against me, but I resist, remembering this is what she expects from Sidyths – or any other who has purchased her. I remain still, taking in the heavy scent of her lust once again.

  Does she understand she’s attracted to me? Does she try to resist me because she’s afraid or disgusted? I don’t allow these thoughts to burden me for too long.

  Several moments pass, and when my Chosen concludes that I am not going to pounce on her, she steps closer again, lifting her chin. I hunch my body slightly to bring my face closer to hers, and when she seems satisfied, I am shocked when her little hand c
urls out, reaches for mine and brings it to her mouth.

  “Bly-the,” she says slowly, allowing me to feel her lips move. My eyes widen, and her heart rate picks up, but she allows me to keep my hands across her lips. “Bly-the. Blythe. Do you see how my mouth moves? Blythe. You try.”

  I keep my hand on her mouth, enjoying the sensation too much to pull away, but I do as she says. I am hers to command, not the other way around.

  “Be-lythe.” I pinch my eyes shut. Wrong. It’s all wrong.

  “No, that’s okay. That’s better. You’re so close. Here, I’ll say it again. Bly-the. Blythe. You try.” She shoots me an encouraging smile, and this gives me the strength to say it again despite the ache in my cock from having my Chosen so close and letting me feel her lips move beneath my cumbersome fingers.

  “Blye-th.” I can’t help smiling. It sounds better. Much better. I’m encouraged, and so I say it again. “Blythe.” My eyes search hers. “Is that right? Blythe?”

  Her smile nearly brings me to my knees. “That’s perfect.”

  “Blythe,” I say again, for the chance of seeing her smile. My Chosen nods with a grin.

  “You got it, Prince.”

  My eyes widen. How can she possibly already know…? I scowl. Iriel. “My name is not Prince.”

  “But didn’t—” Confusion flickers across her features. “Didn’t that other guy call you that?”

  “I was a prince,” I clarify, pulling away. “I’m not anymore.” Standing to my full height, I try not to look too upset. She is so tiny that my presence alone puts my Chosen at a disadvantage, but I will my body not to care.

  “So, do you have a name you would like me to call you?”

  My voice sounds huffy. “Korben.”

  “Korben.” She repeats my name with ease, and I deflate slightly, knowing another name lesson will not be needed. “It’s a nice name.”

  “Even for a Sidyth?” I challenge, wondering if she would reveal what she knows about my people – former people – if I asked. I don’t know why I’m pushing this. Of course, she isn’t going to fall to her knees with gratitude. She doesn’t even understand that I have chosen her to be my Chosen yet, and she will carry my sprog. But I want her to understand that whatever she does know about my people, these facts will not hold true for me. I am not the same as the ones who violated her in shitholes in the dark alleys of the universe. I will treasure her. I will love her. I will care for her as though she were my own.