Property 0f The Babymaker (Kyrzon Breeding Auction Book 3)

by Luna Voss

  We reach the door, and Gurrak kicks it open. Daylight streams into the room, blinding me for a moment. The Kyrzon chief pushes me outside, and then holds the door open as his men escape one by one. I watch as the final two of them use their shields to cover their comrades, and then jump out of the room themselves. One of them sustains a nasty-looking cut to his shoulder as he escapes.

  Gurrak slams the door closed, and three other Kyrzons immediately throw themselves into it, holding it shut. Even the one with the wounded shoulder joins in, looking as though he doesn’t notice his injury at all.

  “Get Julia onto a tusk-ox!” Gurrak shouts, pushing against the door. One of his men picks me up and rushes me over to where several of the animals wait. He hoists me onto its back, and then runs over to help the other soldiers by the door.

  From the back of the tusk-ox, I watch as Gurrak and his men formulate a plan. Several of the warriors split off and begin to collect the tusk-oxen, leading them right next to the ship’s door. One by one, the warriors remove themselves from the door and quickly take their mounts. I can see as they do so that each remaining warrior has to push harder than before to hold the door closed.

  Finally, the last soldier mounts his steed, and only Gurrak is left holding the door to the enemy ship, pushing with all his might. I can see cord-like veins popping out of his arms, his muscles bulging as he strains to keep it shut. With a sudden burst of energy, he pushes off of the ship and runs in my direction, and enemy warriors start to pour out of the ship behind him.

  Gurrak leaps onto the tusk-ox behind me, grabs the reins, and we take off. A spear screams through the air to my left, but it misses by several feet. I look behind us, and see the enemy Kyrzons throwing their swords in desperation, hitting the ground well behind us. We’re already too far away to be hit.

  The enemy clan can’t catch us on foot, and they don’t seem to have any tusk-oxen ready to give chase. We’ve escaped.

  Gurrak puts his arms around me as we ride, his warriors galloping all around us, and I gasp in relief, leaning against him, taking in his warmth, his scent. Behind us, the settlement in which I was kept prisoner disappears into the distance.

  “I never want you to leave my side again,” he says gruffly, squeezing my body against him.

  I hesitate to answer, glancing around at his men. Are we still keeping up the whole bullshit that I’m not allowed to talk?

  “You can say anything you want,” Gurrak growls, sensing my reluctance. “I’m the chief, and I say that you are proven now.”

  “Are you allowed to do that?” I ask, happy, but slightly surprised.

  “I can do anything I want,” he snarls. “If any of the priests have a problem with it, they can fight me about it.”

  I giggle. “Gurrak, I’m very disappointed in you. Such blatant disrespect for important clan traditions.”

  He laughs. “If you think that’s bad, wait till you find out how many times I’m planning to seed you over the next moon.”

  I nuzzle against him. “Oh? How many times?”

  “As many as it takes,” he growls. His hands drop to my belly, and he strokes it possessively. “Julia, I’m going to put a baby in you.”

  I grin, my heart feeling lighter than it has in a long time. “I hope you know I’m holding you to that.”

  His hand moves down to my inner thigh, and he gives me a squeeze. The gesture feels intimate, affectionate. I put my hand on his, stroking it happily.

  "You can hold me to it all you want," says Gurrak. "I'm a man of my word."

  I look around us, at the warriors riding in our group. I feel a sudden rush of affection for them, for the entire clan. When it really came down to it, they were willing to risk their lives to rescue me.

  I lean back against the chief, and he puts his arms around me. "I can't wait to get back to Gurrak Territory," I tell him, sighing. "Especially now that I'm not an Unproven Bride anymore."

  "You'll never have to prove yourself again," Gurrak whispers, holding me tightly. "When we get back to Gurrak Territory, the entire clan is going to know that you are my queen."

  Epilogue

  “I have a present for you,” Gurrak tells me, coming up behind me.

  I’m in my bedroom. Our bedroom. The chief’s quarters, that Gurrak and I share. Right now, I’m straightening one of the many swords that are mounted on the wall. It seems to have come askew since last night, and now sits at an angle. I’m pretty sure I know what happened to it, too. Last night, Gurrak was especially vigorous in his desire to breed me.

  “Oh? What did you get me?”

  I feel the chief wrap his arms around me from behind, and I lean back against him happily. I love it so much when he holds me.

  “It’s here,” he says, pulling a small package out of his pocket. The package is wrapped in some kind of big leaf and tied up with twine, so I can’t see what’s inside.

  I take the package from him, intensely curious what it might be. Gurrak has never given me a present before.

  Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised. If anything, I’m kicking myself for not getting anything for him in return.

  Today is the one-month anniversary of the day that Gurrak purchased me. Or, as the priests would say, one full moon since I became an Unproven Bride. It’s the day Gurrak and I were supposed to have our final mating ceremony in front of the clan, where I would be permitted to speak for the first time, and Gurrak would take me again on the altar, this time allowed and expected to spill his seed.

  But we’re not doing that. As soon as Gurrak brought me home from my captivity, he called a meeting in front of the entire clan and declared that I was no longer an Unproven Bride. That I would be allowed to speak to anyone, and that any warrior who dared question my value would face exile. Then he kissed me, hard, in front of everyone, daring them to challenge him for breaking the rule. I had blushed brilliantly at this display, but on the inside, I was beyond happy and proud to have him publicly supporting me like that. The priests had grumbled, but ultimately, they had no power to overrule the chief.

  And so, ever since, I have lived as a full member of the clan.

  Not just a member. The Queen.

  The last few weeks living in Gurrak Territory have been some of the best of my life. Now that I’m actually allowed to talk, I’ve gotten to know several of Gurrak’s clan-mates, both the warriors and some of the other women. Everyone I’ve spoken to has been incredibly nice and welcoming, and at last, I’m starting to feel the sense of community that I never really had in New Sutter.

  Finally, I feel like I belong.

  If there’s anything that disappoints me, it’s that I didn’t get a chance to see Zyzza’s face when I rolled back into the Gurrak capital, riding with the chief on his tusk-ox. Apparently, he ordered her banished the moment he got home from his mission and realized that she had had me sold.

  Oh well. I can live with that. What’s important is that she’s gone.

  The other thing weighing on my mind is not being able to see Cleo. I haven’t had a chance to get in touch with her ever since she and Drokal showed up trying to rescue me, and I really miss my best friend. I’m hoping that I can help Gurrak get his tribe on more friendly terms with Clan Drokal, but that remains to be seen.

  I pull the twine on the package, untying it, and begin to unwrap the leaf from my present. Out falls a radio communicator. It’s a different model than the one I had before, but it’s clearly a device that serves the same purpose.

  “I had to go through three different clans before I found someone who was willing to trade this to me,” Gurrak says, looking proud. “But I found it. This is what you need to get in touch with your friend, right?”

  I feel a huge smile spreading across my face, and I throw my arms around him. “Yes! I think so. I’ll have to figure out how to get a signal. But Cleo and I have pulled it off before. Gurrak, this is so sweet of you!”

  “I was hoping you’d like it,” says my mate, looking pleased. He kisses me on th
e cheek.

  “I didn’t get you anything,” I say, feeling slightly bad. “I’m sorry.”

  Gurrak smiles reassuringly, stroking my arm. “You’re the only present I need,” he says. “As long as I have you, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

  Aw. I lean into kiss him, stroking my fingers through his beard. I’m lucky too. I couldn’t ask for a better mate.

  “I’m so glad you bought me at the auction,” I whisper, kissing him between words.

  “It’s a good thing I bribed the auction worker and bought you the way I did,” laughs Gurrak. “If some other Kyrzon had bought you, I think I would have had to kill his entire clan.”

  “You’d kill all of them?” I giggle. “For me? Gurrak, that’s so romantic.”

  “What can I say,” he says with a chuckle. “I’m a romantic kind of guy.”

  I kiss him on the lips, and soon, our laughter turns to heat. I run my hands up and down his body, feeling his muscles and the sheer, incredible size of him. He’s so much bigger than me. It makes me feel so small and cute and feminine the way he absolutely dwarfs me every time he holds me in his arms.

  Gurrak climbs on top of me, his demeanor now dominant and intense. He gets like this a lot when we’re mating, and I fucking love it.

  “Tell me who you belong to,” he growls, his huge hand resting on my throat.

  “You,” I tell him, looking into his eyes. “I belong to Chief Gurrak.”

  “That’s fucking right,” he says, dominating my mouth with an aggressive kiss. “I love you so much, Julia. I’m never going to let you go.” His hand moves down my body, stopping between my legs and putting a deliciously enjoyable pressure on my clit. “I’m going to get you pregnant,” he growls, and his fingers slip down the front of my pants. “I’m going to put my baby inside you.”

  “Yes,” I moan, kicking my legs and trying to scramble out of my pants. Gurrak helps me, and then pulls my tunic off too, for good measure.

  “I love your soft human body,” he whispers, fondling my breasts. “Every part of you is so beautiful and perfect.”

  He starts to rub my clit, and I gasp, arching my back.

  “Seed me,” I moan, reaching for his cock. “Gurrak, I want to feel your cum inside me.”

  He positions himself between my legs and begins to tease my clit with his cock.

  “Please,” I moan, watching as he slides himself around my wet folds. “I just want you to be inside me.”

  “It sounds like someone took a bunch of passionberries today,” he says, grinning, still teasing my clit.

  “Nope!” I giggle. “Just horny for you.”

  “That’s the way I like you,” he rumbles, and he slides his cock inside me.

  I cry out as the first burst of pleasure hits me, overwhelming. No matter how many times Gurrak puts his cock inside me, I’m still never quite used to how big it is. I feel my little pussy stretching around him as he sinks himself all the way in.

  “Mine,” he growls, grabbing onto my waist as he starts to thrust.

  “Yours,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back as he fills me all the way up.

  One of his hands moves to my belly. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.”

  “Yes,” I moan, his words ratcheting up my arousal. I can’t wait to feel his hot cum dripping out of me. I want him to claim my womb. I want to give him a baby.

  He starts to growl loudly as he continues to thrust, his intensity increasing. My fingers claw at his back. Every thrust stretches me open a little more, his huge alien cock forcing my small human body to accept him.

  A moan shudders through me as I come, squeezing him desperately with my thighs. He just keeps thrusting, his attention focused, his big hands tightly gripping my waist. My orgasm keeps going and going, and I practically scream as I roll right into a second climax, my whole body trembling.

  Gurrak growls, his fingers digging into me, and I see something snap behind his eyes, as though he’s completely lost control. He pushes himself deep inside me, gasping in pleasure, and I feel his cock throbbing, pumping his cum into my pussy. His hot seed fills me, pooling against my womb, and I cling to him, shuddering, my breath coming out in desperate moans.

  “I’m so in love with you,” he whispers, panting into my ear. “You’re my everything. You’re my queen.”

  “My chief,” I whisper back, basking in his affection. “I love you so much.”

  Gurrak slumps down on top of me, his warm body enveloping mine. I sigh, still a little bit in disbelief at how happy this man makes me. We lie there together for a long time, his cock still inside me, his sperm filling me up. I think about it absorbing into me, and a little life starting to form.

  "You're going to be such a good mother to our children," my mate whispers, kissing me gently on the earlobe. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you."

  "It's a good thing you found a way to cheat the auction," I giggle. "A woman as awesome as me would have been really expensive on the open market."

  "I would have paid anything for you," Gurrak growls, holding me possessively. "Or I would have stolen you." He kisses my lips fiercely. "I would have broken any rule to make you mine."

  I kiss him passionately in return, my fingers stroking his muscular back.

  I believe him.

  Author’s Note

  Dear reader,

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  Also by Luna Voss

  Kyrzon Breeding Auction series

  The First Kyrzon Bride (Sarah and Kawag)

  Sold to the Babymaker (Cleo and Drokal)

  Claimed by the Babymaker (Lily and Ragga)

  Property of the Babymaker (Julia and Gurrak)

  Auctioned to the Babymaker (Christy and Rukkar)

  Captured by the Babymaker (Selena and Karsh)

  Standalone books

  A Curvy Gift for the Alien Warrior (Tessa and Borrik)

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