Conquered

by Kallista Dane

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  Forbidden

  Kalani

  I am forbidden.

  Forbidden to feel a man’s touch

  Forbidden to taste his lips on mine

  Forbidden to know the savage thrill of making love

  Dedicated to the Goddess as a child, I led a sheltered life in the Temple. Until I woke on an alien starship.

  Now a hulking seven foot tall warrior says I belong to him. He means to claim me. I tried to tell him my vows will not allow it. If he dares to touch me, we will both die.

  But he doesn’t believe me…

  Guryon

  My world is gone. My people are dead.

  Men, women, children—killed by the Rydek, an unknown enemy with unlimited powers of destruction.

  We’re all that’s left of the Arythian civilization. One squadron of elite warriors and a small fleet of starships. The enemy is out there somewhere in the vast expanse of space. To defeat them, we must learn all we can about our foes. Discover their weaknesses. I am heading a mission to track down the Rydek and bring one back. Alive.

  Our leader presented me with a beautiful human slave. He says it’s my duty to mate with her before I go, to assure the survival of our race. But I know the truth. I volunteered for what may be a suicide mission—and he wants me to have one final night of erotic bliss before I die.

  The sight of this sultry, exotic female awakens dark hungers in me, hungers demanding to be satisfied. There’s only one problem. Though I ache to make her mine, she says I cannot touch her.

  She says it will cost me my life—because she is forbidden.

  Centauri Captives is a brand new sci-fi romance series from USA Today Bestselling Authors Kallista Dane and Kate Richards featuring masterful alien heroes and the captive Earth women they take as mates in a desperate attempt to save their race from oblivion.

  Each book is a stand-alone, introducing a strong smart heroine and a super-hot alien hero in a battle of the sexes as old as the Universe. There's no cheating, no cliffhangers, and you're guaranteed a HEA

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  The planet Arythios is no more…

  At least as far as those who formerly inhabited it are concerned. Captain Mantsk of the starship was far away from home on a diplomatic mission when communications with ground control broke down. By the time they made their way back to the vicinity of home, they learned of the invasion and massacre of all on the planet’s surface. Men, women, children…all murdered. The only remaining Arythians are those on a handful of other vessels fortunate enough to have been away as well. There were no females aboard.

  Captain Mantsk and his crew are on a mission to save their people. Their requests for help to the Interstellar Federation have either not been returned or, in the case of Earth, been rebuffed. The leaders of that planet, however, did offer to send some sex slaves for the men to use… With no females, the captain accepts. These females will have to be more than bodies for his men to use. They will also have to save the race from extinction.

  My world is gone…

  Jess

  After a nasty breakup, I was determined to make some changes in my life. But when I volunteered for a diplomatic mission to the planet Arythios, I never expected to wake up naked hurtling through space on a grim alien warship. Given away by my country as a sex toy for its stern commander.

  He’s huge and gray, and even more of a Dom than my old boyfriend was. I hate being his captive—but my body loves the things he does to me.

  My world is gone…

  Mantsk

  We were far from home when we found out our planet Arythios had been attacked. By the time we learned of the invasion, it was too late. Men, women, children…all murdered. The only members of my race to survive were my crew and those on a handful of other vessels fortunate enough to have been away as well.

  Our requests for refuge and help from the Interstellar Federation were ignored or refused, except for an offer from the leaders of Earth to send sex slaves to my crew. Though I was furious at the casual insult, I accepted.

  I had no choice.

  The females they sent will have to be more than bodies my men can use. They will have to save our race from extinction.

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  I was an old-fashioned girl, saving myself for Mr. Right.

  Now, I’m the property of an alien warrior—and he’s determined to make me his mate.

  An unknown enemy destroyed Arythios, killing every living creature on the planet. The only survivors of their race are an elite band of male warriors who were away on maneuvers when the attack occurred.

  Vowing to track down and crush the enemy, they turn to the Interstellar Federation for help. Instead of aid and shelter, they are given a handful of females from a minor planet called Earth.

  Dylos

  Arythios is no more. We’re the only survivors. Though I’m still grieving the loss of my mate, it’s my duty to claim one of these primitive aliens as my own. Mate with her and produce offspring to save our race from extinction. They’re uncivilized, but I’ll train mine to be properly submissive.

  To my dismay, the alien female I’ve chosen is stubborn and defiant, often in need of stern punishment. I’ve tried to keep her at a distance, but her virginal innocence stirs my loins, awakening a savage hunger I thought was as dead as my world.

  And her beautiful soul has touched my heart.

  Trina

  After I refused the advances of one of the most powerful leaders on Earth, he locked me up until I’d agree to participate in his kinky sex games. When his wife found out, she insisted I be sent far away. So he added me to what he said was a diplomatic mission to another world.

  I woke up on an alien warship staring into the eyes of a hulking gray-skinned warrior who says I’m now his property. He’s ordered me to call him Master and obey his every command. When I don’t, he punishes me.

  He can be kind, too—and he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. But he’s an alien from another world. How can someone so wrong be the right one for me?

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  Chapter One

  Xia

  The air carried a new scent. Overriding the sharp metallic smells. A musky odor like that of leather and sweat. It must have been the whiff of something different that awakened me.

  Those weren’t the scents of my home. Or my ship. Or the hellhole where I’d spent the last six months.

  I kept my eyes closed, my breathing slow and regular, using all the skills and heightened senses I possessed to figure out where I was. No light-headedness. No ground under my feet, so I must be lying flat.

  It wasn’t the slumberpod on my ship. There I awakened on a soft cushion of air scented with lavender. For some odd reason, whoever designed the gravibeds on our ships decided being surrounded by the artificially-created odor of dusty purple weeds would be soothing. Personally, I preferred the smell of leather covered with a thin film of fresh, honest sweat—the scent that was growing stronger with every intake of my breath.

  I tested my range of motion. Discovered I couldn’t move my arms or my legs. But I didn’t feel any restraints around my ankles or wrists. So, something else rendered me immobile. I ruled out paralysis since all my muscles responded when I tensed them. Could it be some invisible force holding me in place?

  Next, sounds. A mechanical beeping, accompanied by odd clicks and grunts, along with unintelligible strings of rough consonants. I’d heard those vocalizations before, in the background, when Ravensworth’s men tried to strap me to that table. The memory was vivid. Three of them hadn’t been able to accomplish it. I’d tossed one against th
e wall and dislocated the arm of another before the third made a hasty retreat.

  Then—nothing but darkness. Stillness. Until now. In a barely perceptible motion, I flexed the muscles in my buttocks. Hard surface, cool against my skin.

  I’m on the damn metal table. They must have drugged me, pumped a gas into the room through the ventilation system after they ran away. Fucking cowards.

  My throat was dry, but my head wasn’t pounding. There was no nausea, not even a nasty taste in my mouth. That ruled out half a dozen compounds I could think of. I gave a mental shrug. No point spending any more time trying to give it a name.

  On the table, then. But not in the same room I was in before. My senses told me this space was larger, with more hard objects to magnify and echo every sound. Machines. That explained the sharp metallic scent in the air.

  Sound. Scent. Touch. Taste. I’d exhausted them all. That left two. Sight…and the undefinable, unnamed sense I’d developed as a small child. I knew when a storm was brewing, when danger lurked on the other side of an outcropping of rocks. Knew before an enemy moved which way it would pounce.

  Somewhere in the room, lights were flashing. Red, yellow, purple, green. I could see the imprint of the colors dancing on the insides of my eyelids. Slowly, I opened one eye a slit.

  The musky odor of leather and sweat came from an alien making his way toward me. The being stopped at other metal tables, inspecting the silent figures spread out before it. The alien moved slowly, giving me time to size him up.

  It was definitely a “him.” Tall, probably well over seven feet, judging from the height of the tables compared to his body. He wore midnight-blue pants and a matching shirt, topped with a sleeveless vest made from the hide of some unidentifiable animal. The source of the leather smell.

  Other than the size of him and his gray skin tone, he could have passed for a human. A prime physical specimen of a human. He moved gracefully, no wasted motion, with a stillness about him that brought back long-forgotten memories of wild beasts on the prowl.

  As for the musky scent? Raw male pheromones. They emanated from every pore of his muscular body, grew stronger when he lingered to run his fingers through the long blonde locks of the woman on the table next to me. He turned and said something to an unseen figure in a far corner of the room.

  The other being responded. More grunts and garbled sounds. My mind struggled to interpret them, and I realized Ravensworth—or someone—had ordered an updated Tellex chip implanted in my brain. One unfamiliar with this language, since it didn’t immediately begin translating.

  It could be hours, even days, before the chip was fully functional. I couldn’t afford to wait that long, so I consciously shut down the connection and relied on my own abilities. I didn’t try to translate sounds and gestures into familiar words. I simply absorbed them. Felt them. Allowed the most primitive part of my brain to take over.

  The alien cocked his head to one side as he listened to the response. The muscles in his shoulders relaxed, and he uttered a string of sounds, all alike. Short, staccato noises without a hint of anger or fear.

  Alien laughter? The other being must have said something humorous.

  I possessed a unique skill. One never taught in all my warrior training. An ability that had served me well in my career. Unlike anyone I’d ever met, I was uniquely qualified to understand the communication of an alien species.

  I’d learned to do it as a tiny child, when interpreting pants and whines, grunts, snarls, and full-throated roars had meant the difference between life and death. Watching, listening, reading the clues from muscles tensing and shifting, told me when to flee and when to draw near. Those were my earliest memories, flooding back into my mind as I watched the hand and body motions, listened to the guttural sounds coming from my captors.

  For captors they were.

  Lined up as far as I could see, rows of metal tables held motionless reclining figures. I couldn’t tell if all of them were human like me. But the alien’s surging pheromones led me to guess they were all female. All pinned in place, unable to defend themselves. Unable to get away.

  The alien turned away from the blonde he’d been examining. Glanced around. His gaze came to rest on me. It was the first chance I’d had to see his face.

  Chiseled cheekbones, square jaw. Lips set in a firm line. A face made up of hard angles without a hint of softness. I’d seen that same face, those hard angles, many times on many worlds. Some with battle scars, some who carried their scars deep inside. The face of a warrior.

  He was bald, but his skin wasn’t wrinkled, and he had black eyebrows, leading me to believe the lack of hair on his head was a choice, rather than a physical trait of his species. His eyes were deep-set. Gray, like his skin. I found myself wondering what he’d look like with a full head of thick hair. Would it soften the hard planes of his face?

  Barely breathing, I strained to watch his huge hand run over my body. Felt him stroke my tits, fondle my nipples. They hardened at his touch, poking up under the thin fabric of the body-skimming gown they’d given me to wear when the prison guards delivered me to the unmarked government facility.

  He pinched a nipple. A fresh wave of pheromones poured off his body. He drew in his breath. When his mouth opened, I caught a glimpse of what lay hidden under his stern façade, the fullness in his lips that hinted at a sensuous nature.

  Next, he ran a hand through my hair, idly wrapping one of the short dark curls around a fingertip. He froze, and I saw a glimmer of something come into his eyes. It may simply have been curiosity, but I thought I detected a flicker of heat.

  He let go of my hair and used both hands to raise the hem of my gown. Those full lips curved into an unmistakable smile when he revealed matching dark curls below. A blast of rage tore through me when he reached down and twirled one around a finger.

  I opened my eyes and glared at him. He met my stare unflinching and slid his finger lower to probe the folds of my pussy.

  ’That was when I knew.

  A torrent of curses flooded my mind, but I found myself powerless to voice them. The invisible force holding me in place left me unable to speak or move. Unable to protest. Unable to stop him.

  ’There was nothing as swift as the rumor mill in prison. We’d all heard about a previously unknown alien race entering our vector and the interplanetary war they’d waged. Their side lost. Their world was destroyed. All the beings on it slaughtered, leaving only a handful of ships filled with bloodthirsty warriors traveling through the cosmos. They sent a message to the Federation, asking for help to track down and fight their enemy.

  Fear led our leaders to turn them away. They told the aliens our Federation was a union of neutral parties when it came to interstellar conflict with beings from other parts of the galaxy. We refused to allow them entry, even for a short time. But the rumor spread that, fearing an attack on our world, Earth’s leader, Ravensworth, planned to stave it off by sending them a gift. “A token of Terran goodwill,” he’d told them. “To see to the needs of your troops.”

  That rat bastard decided to take care of two problems at once. He’d shipped human females to an alien species.

  Given them. Traded them. Sold them. He could call it what he wanted. It didn’t matter what term he used to justify his actions. I knew the truth. Our leader was a coward. Willing to sacrifice his own kind to save his sorry ass from any possible harm. With tokens of Earth’s goodwill.

  Otherwise known as whores. Sex slaves. Fuck toys.

  And I was one of them.

 

 

 
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