Cam and the Conqueror: A SciFi Alien Romance (Alien Abduction Book 3)

by Honey Phillips

  The cousins groaned in unison.

  “Is that bad?” Cam asked.

  “No,” Leeda responded gently. “But it means that this situation is going to be especially hard for you.”

  Tears filled Cam’s eyes again as she recognized the truth in Leeda’s words. Her previous relationships had been based more on friendly affection than passion but she had been close to each of them. And although she had been with them for far longer, neither of her previous lovers had stirred one tenth of the emotion she felt for Kievan. It was no wonder that she saw him through that lens. If only he didn’t keep acting as if he cared for her as well. The tears overflowed.

  The two women stayed with her until she cried herself to sleep, still curled on the couch.

  Bright light flooding the room startled Cam awake.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Kievan roared. He was standing in the door to her room, eyes blazing white, and she stared at him, still disoriented from the sudden wakening.

  “Why aren’t you in my rooms?” he demanded, and her disorientation disappeared in a flare of anger.

  “Why would I be in your rooms? You made another choice for tonight.”

  He didn’t even seem to hear her.

  “You come to me when I want you,” he said. The roar had vanished but the cold, deadly tone was even worse.

  “No, I don’t,” she replied defiantly. He stared at her for a second and before she could continue, he moved. Cam found herself thrown across his shoulder, his arm clamping her legs to his chest and her head hanging down his back. He strode out of her room and across the main room without stopping. She managed to raise her head enough to see Sonda and Leeda watching with wide eyes and Xanthe smirking.

  “Put me down,” she demanded, but he didn’t pay any attention, stalking down the corridor to his rooms. His hard shoulder dug into the soft skin of her stomach and her head spun from being upside down. She clenched her fist and pounded it on his back but his only response was a stinging smack to her butt. Subsiding, she gritted her teeth until he strode into his rooms and dropped her on his bed. Immediately she tried to roll to her feet but he covered her with his body so that she couldn’t move.

  “Why didn’t you come to me?” he demanded again. His face was close, his eyes white and angry.

  “Just how much sex do you need? I’m not coming to you after you’ve been with another woman.” She pushed furiously against him but he didn’t move an inch.

  “You forget that you don’t have a choice in the matter. You will come to me whenever I tell you to, my pet.”

  “You didn’t tell me to,” she yelled.

  His fingers dug into her shoulders. “I told Xanthe to send you to me, but it was still my order and you obey my orders.”

  “Xanthe didn’t tell me anything.” She was still yelling but she felt his fingers loosen at her words. “But even if she had, I wouldn’t have come. I’m not fucking you when you’ve been with another woman.”

  “I wasn’t fucking her,” he growled.

  His words caught Cam off guard and she stopped fighting and stared at him. “What?”

  For the first time, his face calmed a little. “I had to go to the fight pit. I took her with me. That’s all.”

  “Really?” she whispered.

  “Really.” All of the anger had left his face now and his eyes were back to their usual gold.

  A wave of relief swept through her but then she remembered the terrible evening she had just spent and she scowled at him. “How was I supposed to know that? All I saw was J’Ssett taking Xanthe to you.”

  “And when you saw her leave, you assumed I wanted her in my bed,” he stated.

  “That’s what she implied.”

  “I will take care of her,” he promised. His voice was cold and she shivered, but then he ran a gentle finger down her cheek and she forgot about the other woman. “You’ve been crying. Did it matter that much to you?”

  She aimed her eyes at his shoulder, suddenly embarrassed. “I’m an idiot,” she muttered.

  “Sweetness, I told you that you would be the only one.” He kept stroking her cheek and his voice was as gentle as his touch.

  “For right now,” she reminded him. “You said for right now. I thought right now was over.”

  “Little flower, you will know when that time comes.”

  His words should have been reassuring but instead tears flooded her eyes. “I can’t do it.”

  “Do what?” he asked, still gentle.

  “Be part of your harem. Share you with other women.” Her voice was shaking. “When we’re over, please let me go.”

  His hand stilled. “You would rather go to another master than share me with other women?”

  Cam stared up into his face and thought about it. Leaving him would tear a hole inside her, but the evening’s agony was still fresh in her mind. She already cared too much; staying with him under those circumstances would rip open that wound every day.

  “Yes,” she finally whispered.

  He nodded, his face unreadable. “Very well. When the time comes, I will not force you to stay with me.”

  Relief that she wouldn’t have to see him with other women warred with the pain of knowing he would let her go. She lowered her eyes, unwilling to let Kievan see her confusion. Rolling off of her, he sat up against the headboard and pulled her gently into his arms. Despite everything, his arms were warm and protective and she felt safe there. As she snuggled closer, the blue silk gown fluttered around them and he smiled.

  “I like that dress on you.”

  “I didn’t know if I should pick one out or not.” Her earlier annoyance resurfaced. “I didn’t know anything. You just left me waiting in my room—alone and hungry.”

  “Hungry? Why didn’t you eat?” He frowned at her.

  She shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. “Because we have been eating dinner together. I was waiting for you.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said, and Cam looked at him in shock. She had never expected him to apologize. “There was a problem with the fuel supplies and I worked later than I intended. When J’Ssett reminded me about the games, I sent for Xanthe. I always intended for you to come to me afterward but I should have let you know.”

  Cam raised her face and kissed him, slowly and sweetly, happy to be cradled in his arms. He was smiling when their lips parted.

  “Now, let’s get you some food.”

  He started to stand but she put her hand on his arm and he halted.

  “Kievan,” she asked uncertainly.

  “Yes, my pet?”

  “Why didn’t you take me with you? Are you ashamed of me?”

  He sighed and settled back down, tucking her head under his chin. “I could never be ashamed of you, little flower, but you have to behave like a properly trained slave when we are in public. I wasn’t sure you were ready for that.”

  It was a reasonable statement but she didn’t think he was telling her everything. “Is that the only reason?”

  “No. The fight pit is a brutal place. Do you want to see two men fight to the death?”

  The very idea horrified her. “No.” She paused and then rushed on before she changed her mind. “But if you wanted me there with you, I would go.”

  “Sweetness,” he whispered and kissed her, not slowly and sweetly but long and hard. She was breathless when he raised his head and stared at him with heavy eyes.

  “And that’s the other reason.”

  “What?”

  “You are very beautiful, my pet. I’m not sure that I’m ready to share you with anyone else.”

  Her cheeks flamed and she buried her head in his neck.

  “Thank you, honey,” she mumbled against his skin.

  She felt the vibration of his laughter and then he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the table.

  “Now I’m going to feed you,” he said firmly.

  Chapter Ten

  Kievan dipped his finger in the sulta jam and then sw
irled the thick substance across Cam’s taut red nipples. Her naked body was spread across the table, completely open to his touch. She moaned and arched up but he held her easily in place with his hand on her stomach. He had made her kneel at his feet while he fed her, knowing he should have been harsher with her. He should have informed her that it was her duty to obey him, whether he wanted one woman or hundred, separately or together. But he couldn’t do it. Her pain tore at him. It hadn’t been hard to reassure her; he didn’t want any other women while he had her. He was afraid he wouldn’t want any other women after she left, either, but he refused to think about that now. Instead he concentrated on the lush body spread open on the table in front of him.

  Bending his head, he let his tongue follow the path of the jam, relishing the sweet taste mixed with the natural sweetness of her skin. Her nipple tightened even more against his mouth and he sucked the swollen tip deeper, letting his teeth scrape the sensitive flesh.

  “Please, Master,” she whispered, and the need in her voice sent a shaft of pleasure straight to his throbbing cock. Tightening his control, he moved to the other nipple and sucked harder and deeper until she was writhing against his hand.

  Her body shuddered and he knew she was close.

  “Not yet,” he warned. “If you come before I give you permission, I will punish you.”

  Her body shuddered again at his words and he hid a smile and a surge of lust. She had enjoyed her spanking almost as much as he had. Perhaps it was time to introduce her to some of his other toys. Dismissing the thought for now, he studied the remnants of their meal. Fighting another smile, he picked up the pitcher of cream and let a single drop of the cold liquid fall on her heated clit. A mini tremor shook her body but she managed to maintain control.

  “Very good, pet. Now stretch out your hands and hold on to the table,” he ordered. She obeyed instantly. “Now keep them there.”

  He moved closer, his body keeping her legs apart, her tempting cleft at exactly the right height for his mouth. He swept her slowly with his tongue, savoring her juices. Gently inserting one finger deep into her pussy, he let his thumb slip back to tease her anus. He felt her inner walls tremble around his finger but when he probed harder, she pushed back against his thumb and took it into her body.

  “Excellent, little flower.”

  He finger-fucked her slowly, circling her clit with his tongue but keeping her on the edge until her engorged button was red and hard. With his free hand he lifted the pitcher again.

  “Now,” he ordered, plunging his fingers deep while he poured a stream of cold liquid directly on her swollen flesh. She screamed and came immediately, her body convulsing around his embedded fingers.

  After her shudders died, he slid his hand free. Not bothering to take off his pants, he freed his aching cock and lifted her limp body off the table. Her eyes opened and she looked straight at him as he lowered her slowly down on to his waiting shaft. The silken heat of her pussy clamped down on him and he almost closed his eyes in ecstasy, but he didn’t want to miss a second of the emotions flickering across her expressive face. Their eyes were still locked on to each other when he was finally buried completely inside her tight wet depths. The tip of his cock nudged her womb and he suddenly regretted his implant. She had never mentioned birth control and he assumed she thought it wasn’t possible because they weren’t the same species. He wondered how she would react if he told her that they could have a child and then instantly dismissed the impossible thought.

  Her eyes drifted close and he felt her muscles tighten around his cock.

  “Ready for more, sweetness?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Easily lifting her weight, he slid her up his shaft and then slowly back down, setting a slow, deep rhythm.

  “Touch yourself, pet.”

  Her eyes flew open. “What?”

  “Play with your breasts. Pull on your nipples.”

  Pink flushed her cheeks, but her hands dropped obediently to her breasts and she began to caress them. She clasped her nipples and twisted them gently while he continued to pump her body up and down his stiff cock.

  “Harder,” he ordered. He saw her fingers tighten and felt her inner muscles pulse in response. He started to move faster, pulling her down harder each time.

  “Now touch your clit. Make yourself come.”

  This time she didn’t hesitate. Leaving one hand on her breast, she slid her fingers between their bodies, focusing on where they were joined. He could feel her fingers fluttering against his cock as she worked her own flesh and the tantalizing sensation drove him crazy. He could feel the pressure increasing at the base of his spine and his balls tightened.

  “Faster, sweetness.”

  Looking up again, she locked eyes with him as she pressed hard between their bodies. She cried out his name and came so hard that her back arched back against the table. Frantically he slammed her pulsing channel down on his cock until the pressure exploded and he poured hot liquid into her willing body.

  Her hand was still between their bodies and her fingers slipped down to feel their connection as her head nestled against his chest.

  “You feel so good,” she murmured.

  “So do you,” he whispered. He slipped one hand down behind hers while his other arm curved around her back and held her close.

  The next morning, Kievan kissed Cam awake and then dragged her into the shower, where he proceeded to bend her over the bench and take her hard, fast, and so satisfyingly that she was still shuddering when he kissed her again and left the shower. If she had had the energy, she would have frowned at his abrupt departure. Instead, she barely managed to find the strength to finish washing. She was wrapped in a towel and eying the sun lounge when she heard noises in the bedroom and realized he hadn’t left.

  He was sitting at the table, pants on but his bare chest gleaming in the light from the atrium and he looked so beautiful that her heart skipped. She went directly to him, curling into his lap and raising her head for a kiss.

  “Sweetness,” he whispered, and kissed her. By the time he finished, her towel had fallen to the floor and his hand was curled possessively over her breast.

  His lips quirked ruefully and he shook his head. “I’m really not sure this is a good idea.”

  Her pulse immediately increased. “What’s not a good idea?”

  He read her reaction and hugged her closer. “My plan for today.”

  Letting out her breath in a soft sigh of relief, she smiled back. “What plan?”

  “Would you like to come to my office?”

  “Yes,” she said at once. Not only was she eager to see more of the station, she wanted to be with him.

  He hesitated. “When I am dealing with anyone outside my household, you will need to wait in another room.”

  Cam bit her lip. “I think I could behave appropriately, Master.”

  He hugged her again. “I know you could. But as I told you last night, I’m not ready to share your beauty with anyone else yet.”

  She still wasn’t sure she believed it, but it was a sweet sentiment so she let it drop.

  “Is that why you said it wasn’t a good idea?” she asked instead.

  His hand tightened on her breast and he swept his thumb across her nipple. She instantly arched into his hand.

  “That is why I said it might not be a good idea. You are very distracting. Now get dressed. I’ll have food brought to the office.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She jumped to her feet and grabbed her towel while she started searching for her dress. Giving him a puzzled look when she couldn’t find it, she wrapped the towel more tightly around her body. “Should I wear this back to my room?”

  Looking slightly amused, Kievan didn’t answer. He stood up and opened the closet door. Cam stared in shock – all of her clothes were now hanging on one side of the giant closet. Her eyes filled with tears and she threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his chest.

  “I
thought it would be easier if your clothes were here.” His voice was stiff and she realized that he had misread her reaction.

  She raised her head and smiled him. “Thank you, honey.”

  His face softened but he pushed her gently into the closet. “Get dressed. Wear the gold sarong and halter.”

  Standing on tiptoes, she kissed his chin and then went to obey his order.

  Cam followed eagerly as Kievan led the way from his private section into the public rooms. She maintained the protocol position, one step to the right and back, but she had to restrain the impulse to reach out and grab his hand. She knew this was a test and she wanted to prove that she could behave appropriately. Although she told herself it was so that she could expand her limited horizons, she suspected that simply pleasing him had become important to her. They passed through what looked like a curtain of shimmering gold silk but instead of fabric, she felt a cool mist touch her body.

  “What was that?” she gasped, forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to speak unless he spoke first.

  He didn’t seem annoyed; he just shot an amused glance over his shoulder as he replied briefly, “A protection veil.”

  She sighed softly when he didn’t provide any additional information but he obviously heard her. His lips quirked.

  “It analyzes everything that passes through it and alerts me if there are weapons, poisons, or any other dangerous elements present.”

  She digested that in silence, wondering if it meant he didn’t need physical guards. They stepped into a small chamber and her question was answered by the sight of two very large aliens standing to attention. Bald heads with pointed ears were covered with thick grey skin, and they had tusks curling up from their mouths. As they approached the two figures, she realized with a start that they had equally massive wings furled tightly against their backs. Feeling intimidated, Cam moved a fraction closer to Kievan as the two men parted to let them through a door on the far side of the chamber. Sneaking a glance at one from under her lashes as they passed by, their eyes connected. He ducked his head and gave her an almost bashful smile. It was so unexpected and so obviously friendly that she grinned at him.