Seized by the Alien: A Scifi Alien Romance (Fated Mates of the Titan Empire Book 3)

by Tammy Walsh

  She raised her ass and placed my cock at her opening.

  “Beg me,” she said.

  She stared at me, eyes unblinking, unyielding.

  “Beg me to ride you,” she said. “Don’t you want to be inside me?”

  It was too much. I grew stiffer, harder, in her grip. Desperate to travel that extra inch inside her.

  “Please,” I said. “Ride me.”

  I was one of the most powerful mining magnates in the empire and I was putty in her hands.

  I’d never been so turned on my entire life.

  “Ride me!” I said. “Please!”

  One corner of her mouth quirked up in a cute seductive smile.

  “Good boy,” she said.

  She bent down and kissed me on the lips. She chose that as the moment to slip me inside her. She groaned in a mix between agony and ecstasy, sliding down my length one inch at a time until she took me completely.

  Only then did she open her eyes, just a few inches from my face, and began to perform her hypnotic dance.

  She rode me back and forth, then me up and down, her juices running so thickly that she wet my balls. She rode me mercilessly, hard. She brought herself to multiple climaxes in her desire to gift me mine.

  She leaned back and ran her hands through her hair. It was sweaty and clung to her brow, tiny beads ran between her breasts and over her toned stomach.

  Until, finally, I could take no more and she pumped me harder, squeezing every last drop from me.

  She collapsed on my chest, both of us caked with a layer of sweat, but we didn’t care. She panted, struggling to repay her oxygen debt. I wrapped my arms around her, still inside her, and we lay like that, in our own little world, savoring the deliciousness of the moment, knowing with certainty it would be the first of many such occurrences tonight.

  The world and its worries slipped away, and I knew nothing would ever be the same again.

  Bianca

  I awoke in the middle of the night. The house was silent.

  I got up, stretched my arms and back, and shuffled toward the bathroom. My body ached. I felt at the wall and slapped the light on. It was soft yellow and still too bright for my sensitive eyes. I leaned on the table and let it lead me to the toilet. I sat down to pee.

  I was so sore! It must have been the arjath I rode the day before. They were strange beasts and looked like one of my Polly Pocket unicorn toys I had as a kid.

  It’d been a nice day, and surprisingly fun. Traes turned out to be a kind guy—especially with letting the locals use his land to grow their own food when times were hard.

  Who would have guessed?

  Certainly not me.

  I glanced up at myself in the mirror. My hair stood up at crazy angles. Had I been dragged through a hedge at some point? If I didn’t know any better, somebody would think I’d had a long night of sex—

  I blinked.

  Sex.

  Wait. I did know better…

  My eyes gradually rose to meet myself in the mirror. I even stopped peeing for a moment.

  It didn’t happen, I thought. It was just a dream…

  My body hurt in very different places than I should have riding that fluffy arjath…

  I rode something else last night.

  Something far more invasive.

  Images flashed through my mind. The naked skin. The pure strength. The feel of him between my legs.

  I’d enjoyed some vivid dreams over the years, but nothing quite so adventurous as that.

  I stood up and was about to flush the toilet when I thought better of it. If I flushed, I might wake him.

  I wasn’t sure I wanted to confront him about last night yet.

  I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head.

  “What have you done, girl?” I said.

  I broke into a grin, laughed, and shook my head.

  You hussy!

  It’d been good. Really good. I hadn’t had sex like that since… Well, a very long time. If ever.

  How much time did I have before he woke up?

  I glanced out the small bathroom window. The sky was already beginning to grow light with a rising sun.

  Then Cleb would wake up. He might catch us together in my room and know something was going on between us. The servants too.

  I couldn’t let that happen. Things were complicated enough already. We didn’t need to compound them.

  I would tell Traes he had to go. He’d understand. But there was no way I could let him see me like this. He might regret last night if he did.

  Did I regret last night?

  No, I didn’t. I was fully aware of what I was doing. All day, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

  Seeing him come to join us while we were out riding was a welcome surprise. I’d been disappointed when he didn’t come with us that morning. It was the friction between us, I suppose. Who wanted to enjoy a day out when it would feel uncomfortable the whole time?

  It still made me smile when I thought about how he tried to look so cool, so debonair when he attempted to hop off his arjath… and then fell face-first into the water…

  It was just what we needed. A good laugh. Even better—it was at his expense.

  I grabbed my comb and dragged it through my hair. I put on a little cream and added some makeup. Just a little. I’d have to remove it when I took a shower anyway. I didn’t want to look a complete hag when I woke him.

  I checked myself in the mirror. Not great, but not bad either. I flushed the toilet and came out of the bathroom. Traes didn’t stir a muscle and was still fast asleep.

  I guess I wasn’t the only one exhausted after last night’s activities.

  Wait… How many times did we do it last night?

  A series of images fluttered before my eyes. We did it again, sometime in the middle of the night. That sleepy, lethargic sex that was so slow, and yet, so fine. And wasn’t there another time after that? And another?

  No wonder my body hurt! I’d completed a triathlon!

  I sat on his side of the bed and peered down at him. His face was calm. He was always so focused, so in control. From the first time I met him, I wanted to tear that control down and make him mine.

  I made him beg. I giggled in disbelief. I didn’t know where that side of me had come from. The most shocking thing of all was he’d actually done it.

  And I thought he enjoyed it. I know I did.

  The role reversal was intoxicating. Him being a super-wealthy billionaire mining magnate and me a girl just trying to earn a little money for a ticket ride home.

  Home.

  Did sleeping with him change my plans? Did I want to stay longer?

  I shoved the question to one side, refusing to let it put a downer on the current situation.

  I placed a hand on his arm. He awoke easily and peered up at me. He didn’t scream at my hideous appearance, so that was a bonus. Then he peered around at the room, his hair sticking up the same way mine had.

  He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

  “What time is it?” he said.

  “Almost morning,” I said. “The sky’s just beginning to lighten.”

  He yawned and stretched. Then he looked over at me and I back at him. We both wore shy smiles.

  Would it be awkward between us now? I wondered. Would he revert to his old ways after he’d gotten what he wanted?

  He surprised me when he gently cupped my face in his hand and rubbed his thumb over my cheek.

  I guess not.

  I leaned my face into his palm. Our roles had fully reversed once more, with him in control and me subservient.

  But that wasn’t quite true, was it? We were both dominant, and we were both subservient. It felt like an equal relationship.

  “I think you should go back to your room,” I said.

  His thumb stopped stroking my cheek. He looked at me questioningly.

  “You’re not comfortable with us like this?” he said.

  “I’
m not comfortable with Cleb learning about us yet,” I said. “It might come as a bit of a shock. And I think he’s had enough shocks recently, don’t you?”

  Traes thought for a moment and nodded.

  “Yes,” he said. “Yes, you’re right.”

  He hunted for his clothes and slipped them on. He smiled when he found his shirt no longer had buttons. He folded my clothes and placed them on a chair.

  After he finished dressing, he paused to look at me. He ran his eyes appreciatively over me, and unless I was much mistaken, he growled at the back of his throat.

  “How am I going to resist touching you when you look so good?” he said.

  His words melted the walls I began installing around my heart. I didn’t want to get hurt. Sometimes things changed after sex. And not always for the best.

  “We’ll just have to be careful, won’t we?” I said.

  I went up onto my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. He held me and fed the kiss more passion. Soon, his hands were all over me and I felt him grow stiff against my belly.

  I pulled back.

  “Gone by morning, remember?” I said.

  He held up his hands in surrender.

  “Okay okay,” he said. “Just… try not to be so irresistible. For my sake.”

  I laughed and poked my tongue out.

  “I’ll try,” I said.

  He opened the door and checked the coast was clear. He glanced at me once more before slipping into the hallway.

  And was gone.

  I met Cleb outside his room. He still looked a little tired and weary. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

  “Sleep well?” I said.

  “I guess,” he said. “I don’t remember getting home.”

  Oh, you didn’t miss much…

  It’d been an hour since I woke up and my legs still felt a little shaky.

  I took Cleb’s hand and led him downstairs. I kept walking ahead too fast and had to slow down. I was too excited about seeing Traes again.

  The guards opened the door and we passed through. Traes sat at the dining table already, waiting for us. He got to his feet the moment we entered.

  “Would you like something to drink?” he said. “We have all sorts of teas and coffees.”

  “Black coffee would be nice,” I said, helping Cleb up onto his chair.

  “Bring the lady a fresh pot of coffee, please,” Traes said. “Cleb? What would you like?”

  “Orange juice, please,” Cleb said.

  The servant nodded, clicked his heels, and hastily left.

  “So, how did you sleep last night?” Traes said to Cleb.

  “Great. I remember playing with the town kids but I can’t remember anything after that.”

  “You fell asleep with the other children when you cuddled up to the arjaths,” Traes said.

  “I did?” Cleb said. “I can’t remember it at all.”

  “It was a pretty long day,” Traes said, glancing over at me.

  “And an even longer night,” I said under my breath.

  Traes heard me and grinned.

  The servant brought the drinks and began placing the food in the middle of the table. It was nice to think that many of the ingredients we were eating now had been grown by the locals. It made the food taste even better. I was learning more about this place and was no longer such a stranger.

  “What’s the plan for today?” Traes said.

  “We’ll have an easy day today,” I said. “I’m not sure we could do what we did yesterday again.”

  “Perhaps not all of it…” Traes said with a dirty smirk.

  “What about you?” I said.

  “If you guys are studying this morning, I think I’ll catch up on a little work,” Traes said. “Just the important things. I should be able to quit by lunchtime. Are you guys free for lunch? Maybe we could have a picnic in the garden?”

  The change in him was remarkable. He had a newspaper to read, but it sat at his elbow on the corner of the table. I could tell by the perfectly folded corners that he hadn’t so much as attempted to open it.

  “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Traes said.

  After last night, I doubted there was much he could ask that I wouldn’t do for him. We didn’t have many secrets between us.

  Except for the one I was still harboring. The fact I was a slave and owned by an evil master. For the first time in the past two days, I thought about Asshole and where he might now be.

  I shook my head of him, refusing to let him ruin my happy mood.

  “What?” I said.

  “I’m in the process of raising funds for a new mine,” he said. “I usually go to these social gatherings alone but I was thinking maybe, if you’re free, you might want to join me tonight.”

  A date? A real, proper date?

  My eyes drifted to Cleb, who sat happily picking at a cinnamon roll with his fingers. He swung his legs back and forth, glancing between the two of us.

  I wondered what he was thinking.

  “I’m supposed to watch over Cleb,” I said.

  “I can find someone to watch him for tonight,” Traes said. “I’m sure Waev or the servants can take care of him for a couple of hours.”

  “I’m not sure I have anything appropriate to wear,” I said.

  “Then you can buy something this afternoon,” Traes said. “I don’t expect you to pay for it out of your earnings. These are expenses I’ll cover. Buy anything you think you need. Or buy nothing and use one of the dresses upstairs. You’d still be the most beautiful woman at the event.”

  Cleb dropped something on the floor. He leaned over to pick it up.

  Traes moved as quick as a flash. His hand was over mine. He stroked it gently.

  “Come with me,” he said. “Please. I’m begging you.”

  A shiver ran through me from head to toe. There was that spark between us again. Him asking me—no, pleading with me—to give him what he wanted.

  And he wanted a lot. Last night took every ounce of energy I had. I got the distinct impression that in the future he would demand even more.

  I was very willing to give it.

  Cleb sat up again and Traes withdrew his hand. Not far—just a few inches from mine. I wished I could reach out and take his, wished we could act out our impulses.

  I shaded at the idea of the servants being forced to watch us having sex on the dining table.

  Or maybe he would enjoy that too.

  I cleared my throat.

  “Sure,” I said. “That would be… fun.”

  “Excellent,” Traes said, clapping his hands. “I’ll inform the host I’ll be bringing a guest. I’ll let you guys get on with your breakfast and the rest of your day.”

  He got up and left the table.

  My eyes drifted over to his magnificent ass as it took the rest of him out of the room. I stared but pretended I wasn’t. It was a victimless crime and Cleb would never notice—

  “Are you all right?” Cleb said.

  He looked at me, head cocked to one side, genuinely concerned.

  “You look far away,” he said.

  Not far. Just a few hundred yards upstairs…

  “Let’s finish breakfast and do some studying,” I said. “I seem to remember you wanted to learn about rocks and soil today.”

  Cleb, invigorated with his new favorite subject, ate quickly.

  I blew the steam off my coffee and sipped at it. I peered over the edge of the cup, distracted and lost in my own little world, replaying the events of last night.

  Mercy, Mercy me.

  The one-way ticket price to Earth, in a pod, cost just over a thousand credits. I was pleased with my math—it really was my worst subject. Eleven hundred credits, to be precise. But I managed to haggle the ticket officer down to a cool thousand. He made a note in his system about the discount and let his eyes drift down to admire my lips.

  Being a female, as Traes liked to say, certainly had its benefits. It must have been o
ur little game last night. It made my eyes sparkle and my lips look redder than usual. The ticket officer had certainly noticed.

  I thanked him, took Cleb’s hand, and led him across the street to the shops. It wasn’t a big town. I could walk across it in less than an hour, but it had everything necessary to live a comfortable life.

  “Why are you checking the ticket prices to Earth?” Cleb said. “Are you leaving?”

  He wore an expression so hurt, I couldn’t bear to answer him truthfully.

  “I was just enquiring,” I said. “I have to go back and visit my family at some point. I can’t stay here forever.”

  Cleb nodded, but it appeared to be something that would play on his mind.

  I thought about the pod I’d need to sleep in during the outbound journey. It wasn’t my first choice to travel. I could get in the pod and who knows where I might end up. I could have been paying smugglers to take me to my new master.

  Or my old one.

  I shivered at the idea.

  Maybe it was a better idea to work a little longer and save up for a room. That way, I could move around, eat, and, although I was unlikely to enjoy myself on the trip, I could fight or escape if something bad happened.

  The journey time was three weeks. I could handle that. I could borrow books from Traes’ library to keep me entertained on the way.

  Traes.

  How was he going to feel when he learned I would be leaving in ten weeks?

  I shoved the thought aside—I seemed to be doing that a lot lately—and focused on the shop windows.

  That morning, we studied geology. I suggested we go outside to dig up some rocks to compare them to his notes but Cleb preferred to stay in the library and look at more rock types. He showed great aptitude for the subject. I made a mental note to introduce him to other areas of science that he might be interested in; biology, chemistry, physics. We could very well have a little Einstein on our hands.

  Our hands.

  Not Traes’ hands.

  Our hands.

  I didn’t stop to think about what that meant.

  Most of the clothing stores were everyday wear, typical dresses for work and home. Numbers were marked on their price tags in credits. I still hadn’t gotten used to the exchange rate.

  Traes didn’t give me a credit card to buy my new dress, but a special token. It looked identical to the other credits so far as I could tell.