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

by Honey Phillips

  “However, I prefer to keep my activities private. Something you would have done well to remember, Tael,” he said. Without waiting for a response, he summoned two of his guards. “Take this…female to Madam Hora. Perhaps a week of remembering her origins will teach her the value of privacy. With any luck she may even learn a skill or two.”

  Tael screamed and launched herself at Kievan. The guards grabbed her before she reached him and hauled her off. She was still screaming when the doors closed behind her.

  Cam was frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened.

  “I apologize for the disturbance, my friends,” Kievan said smoothly.

  The large green man had reappeared and he chuckled at Kievan’s words. “Never a dull moment around here, is there?” His eyes dropped to Cam, still kneeling next to Kievan. “You may prefer privacy but I’ve never been shy. I’d be happy to demonstrate her talents for you.”

  Kievan’s hand clamped down on Cam’s neck so hard she barely bit back a cry but his voice was casual. “You know I don’t share, Kauskip.” He laughed softly. “And, as a matter of fact, I intend to take advantage of those talents myself. Stand up, pet.”

  Unable to prevent her blush, Cam rose to her feet and followed Kievan meekly through an open doorway into a small alcove. Eyes wide, she watched as Kievan drew a thin silk curtain across the opening and stalked toward her. The curtain gave them visual privacy but she could still hear the voices from the larger room and knew that any sounds they made would be just as audible.

  “Are you serious?” she whispered. “They can hear us.”

  “Then you had better be very quiet, pet.” He was already pulling down the neckline of her dress and she moaned softly as his fingers brushed her swollen breasts.

  Fighting back the surge of arousal, she asked, “But why?”

  “Because I was challenged. Because Kauskip wants you. Because I want you. Now.”

  Her tongue flicked out to touch her lips and his eyes darkened.

  “Hands on the wall, pet.”

  Biting her lip, she turned to face the wall and placed her hands on it. He immediately moved behind her, the heat of his big body surrounding her. One hand went to her breast, the other sliding under her dress and straight to her clit. His hands felt so good that she moaned again. She felt the vibration of his laughter against her back.

  “If you are worried about anyone hearing you, you are going to have to do better than that.”

  The warm, teasing note in his voice made her stomach flutter. Then his hand moved deeper between her legs and one thick finger slid inside her tight channel. She barely managed to restrain another moan.

  “Very good, pet. Let’s see what it takes to shatter that control,” he whispered in her ear, and slid another finger inside her. His thumb moved up to stroke teasing circles around her clit.

  “You’re very wet, pet. I think you can take more.” He added a third finger and her whole body shuddered.

  “Master, please...”

  “Fuck yourself on my fingers, pet,” he ordered.

  Helplessly, she followed his order, hands pressing into the wall as she thrust against his fingers. His thumb kept circling, his other hand tugging gently on the nipple chain, and she was close, so close that her breath was coming in gasps.

  “Please,” she begged, her voice soft and needy. Her hands started to lift so she could reach for him.

  “Hands on the wall,” he reminded her. “What do you want, pet?”

  “I want to touch you. I want your cock.”

  Through the haze of her arousal, she heard him growl. Her hands slid down the wall as he pulled her hips back.

  “Tilt your ass, sweetness,” he demanded as his fingers eased free. Almost sobbing with need, she obeyed immediately. His hands went to her hips and he buried himself to the hilt in one hard smooth thrust. Her cry was definitely loud enough to be heard outside the room but she was beyond caring. She moaned again as he withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained inside her tight passage. Leaning forward, he lowered his body over hers, surrounding her with his heat. His mouth went to her shoulder, biting into the sensitive flesh and adding another spike of pleasure pain. She turned her head toward his, blindly seeking his kiss.

  He found her mouth, forcing her lips apart. As soon as his tongue touched hers, he moved back to her clit and pressed down hard as he slammed back into her. Her body arched and he absorbed her cries into his mouth as she came in a long shaking wave. She freed her mouth enough to gasp for breath while he kept moving in and out of her in long slow strokes.

  “Kievan,” she whispered.

  This time he groaned and his hand tightened on her hip, holding her in position as he started thrusting faster. His thick cock sliding back and forth over her still sensitive nerves sent her spiraling back into arousal. She pushed her hips back, demanding more.

  “Harder,” she pleaded.

  Another groan and his pace increased. Both hands were on her hips now and he began pounding into her. She braced her hands against the wall, thrusting back to meet each stroke. He pulled her hips higher, changing the angle slightly and hitting a spot inside her that made her moan.

  “Come for me, pet,” he ordered, voice hoarse. His fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to bruise, and he plunged so deep her whole body shook. With a helpless cry she obeyed his order, convulsing around his cock as he sent jets of hot liquid into her trembling body.

  His body dropped forward again, his arms sliding around to support her body as her knees threatened to collapse. Still buried inside her, he kissed her neck while she recovered. When she finally stopped shaking he slipped free and straightened, bringing her upright as well but keeping her pressed against the front of his body. She turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience as well as her emotions.

  “You weren’t very quiet, pet,” Kievan said softly.

  Cam blushed and looked up. “You make me forget about everything but you.”

  “Sweetness,” he whispered. His arms tightened around her and they stood together in silence for a long moment.

  Finally, he released her, pushed her gently into a chair, and disappeared through a small door in the back of the alcove. She felt too tired and confused to move and simply sat where he left her. She heard water running and then he returned to clean her gently with a warm cloth. Laughter sounded in the reception room and her mind went back to the earlier events.

  “Did you really send Tael to a brothel for a week?”

  His hand stilled momentarily before he answered. “Yes.”

  “You can do that?” It wasn’t exactly a question.

  “Yes, pet.” He was kneeling between her legs and he looked up to meet her eyes.

  “Because you’re the only law on the station?”

  “Yes.”

  He waited, as if expecting her to say more, but she only touched his jaw briefly with her fingers. Something flickered in his eyes again but he turned his attention back to his task. When he was done, he pulled her gently to her feet.

  “Back to protocol, pet,” he reminded her.

  “Yes, Master,” she said quietly.

  He gave her a short, hard kiss and led the way back into the larger chamber. Cam felt her cheeks heat as a number of eyes turned in their direction. Amused smiles and speculative glances were equally abundant. She was grateful that she could let her gaze drop to the floor. Kievan ignored the stares and returned to circulating through the room with a complete lack of concern.

  Cam had started to relax a little when J’Ssett appeared at Kievan’s elbow. After a brief whispered conversation, Kievan turned to his current companion.

  “Please excuse me. I find that I must attend to some business,” he said smoothly. “My servants will escort all of you to the games.”

  “Certainly, my lord.” The man’s eyes sharpened. “Problems?”

  “Not at all,” Kievan returned calmly. “However,
a delay would impact my profits so I must put business before pleasure.”

  Without waiting for a response, he turned and headed for the door. J’Ssett had retrieved Cam’s cloak and he draped it around her shoulders as the two of them followed Kievan from the reception chamber.

  As soon as they left the room, Kievan’s hand fastened on Cam’s wrist and he pulled her along as his pace increased. She struggled to keep up.

  “Status?” he demanded.

  “First squad is in position, second squad moving now,” J’Ssett replied.

  “What’s wrong?” Cam asked breathlessly.

  “Two rival gangs have decided that this is an ideal time to start a war,” Kievan said. “I intend to stop them before they do any damage or the fight spreads.”

  “Can you stop them?”

  “Yes,” he said, voice cold and completely certain. “And then I will remind them who is in charge.”

  By this time, they were at the elevator. He pushed her gently inside, nodded for J’Ssett to accompany her, and reached for the button to close the door.

  Cam grabbed his hand. “You aren’t coming?”

  He smiled and it was so beautiful and so deadly that her heart skipped a beat. “No. I’m going to teach them a lesson about who rules Sigrast.”

  Before he could move away, Cam leaned in and kissed him quickly. “Be careful, honey,” she whispered.

  His face softened and he touched a finger to her cheek.

  “Don’t worry, sweetness.”

  Then the door closed and he was gone. Cam collapsed back against the wall of the elevator and looked at J’Ssett. He returned her gaze silently.

  “Our masster never loses,” he said finally.

  She nodded and looked away, fighting back the tears filling her eyes.

  After J’Ssett left her, Cam showered and pulled on one of Kievan’s shirts. The shirt provided a little comfort but as the night wore on she grew more and more anxious. No matter how she tried to distract herself, her mind insisted on providing images of Kievan hurt and bleeding. Even though she knew how fast he was, she kept remembering the scars that already marred his perfect skin. It was very late when the door finally opened and Kievan slipped into their rooms. Barely able to see him through the tears that flooded her eyes, she raced to him and threw her arms around his neck, breaking into the violent sobs she had restrained all evening.

  His strong arms closed around her immediately. “Shh, sweetness. Everything is fine.”

  She sobbed harder and pressed deeper into this body until she felt him flinch. At once she drew back, dashed the tears from her eyes, and realized for the first time that he was covered with blood.

  “On my god, you’re hurt.” Fighting back a surge of panic, her hand fastened around his wrist and she pulled him toward the bathroom.

  He winced but laughed as he followed her. “Most of it isn’t mine.”

  “That means some of it is yours,” she whispered. Her eyes filled again but she forced the tears back. As soon as they entered the bathroom, she turned to him.

  “Strip,” she ordered. “I want to see where you’re hurt.”

  He leaned against the counter and raised an eyebrow at her tone. “I think you’re forgetting the nature of our relationship,” he said.

  She ignored his words and glared at him. “Take your clothes off.”

  Turning her back, she hurried to the shower to start the water. When she turned back he was standing motionless, watching her. With an exasperated huff, she reached for the laces on his vest, noticing that somewhere along the line his blue silks had been replaced by unadorned brown leather. He pushed her hands away but started removing his clothes while she studied him anxiously. He looked pale, his mouth drawn in tight lines, and he wasn’t moving with his usual grace.

  As the clothes came off, so did much of the blood but enough remained that her hands were shaking when she led him into the shower. As the blood washed off, she took a relieved breath. Nothing appeared too serious. He let her wash him, only taking a few hard breaths when she reached a sensitive area. His ribs were heavily bruised and there were several gashes, fortunately shallow, across his arms. The worst wound was a deep knife wound above one hip, still seeping slowly. He winced as she drew the cloth across it.

  “Am I hurting you?” she asked anxiously.

  “Yes, but it needs to be cleaned.”

  She returned to her task, biting her lip while she cleaned the wound as gently as possible. She was so focused on her task that she didn’t notice his erection until he grabbed her hands and moved them to the hard shaft.

  Startled, she looked up. “Now?”

  “Sweetness, I love that my woman wants to take care of me but my blood is still singing from battle. You’re wet, tempting, and not nearly naked enough.”

  Cam’s mouth went dry and her nipples tightened. The brush of wet silk against the taut peaks reminded her that she was still wearing his skirt. Her hands went to the buttons but before she could unfasten the first one, Kievan ripped the shirt off, shocking her with his speed and strength. He hauled her against his chest and forced her lips open beneath his, fucking her mouth with his tongue.

  “I need you,” he growled.

  “Yes,” she said. As soon the word left her mouth, he lifted her, braced her against the wall and thrust into her. She cried out and her back arched against the wall. He felt huge and she was barely ready for him but he didn’t pause, driving into her body with a fierce intensity that she was powerless to resist. Impaled, stretched open and helpless, she balanced on the edge of pleasure and pain. Her hands went to his shoulders, desperately holding on as he fucked her hard and fast until he shuddered. A groan escaped his lips and his face went to her neck as she felt the heat of his release exploding inside her. She expected him to release her but he started moving again almost immediately.

  He raised his head, looking at her face as he kept fucking her, no longer quite as frantically but with deep hard strokes that fired every nerve ending in her pussy.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered.

  Locking her eyes on him, she slid her fingers between their bodies. As soon as she touched her swollen clit, she started to shake. Her fingers circled the engorged flesh and she moaned.

  “Come for me, sweetness,” he ordered. She pressed down and came immediately, her back arching against the wall and her legs clamping around his waist. He kept stroking as her pussy pulsed around his rigid cock. She came down enough to open her eyes. His eyes were intent on hers, his hips still moving.

  “Honey?” she whispered.

  “Not done, sweetness.”

  “Okay,” she agreed breathlessly. They both felt her shiver.

  His lips twitched before his face hardened. He moved one of the hands supporting her ass, dipped his fingers in their combined wetness, and pushed a digit into her rear entrance. She cried out and almost came again at the increased fullness. As soon as her muscles relaxed a little, he added another finger. He never slowed down, finger fucking her ass while he thrust deep inside her pussy. The dual sensations rolled over her, firing her nerve endings with pleasure, and she could hear herself moaning breathlessly. She hovered on the edge of climax.

  “Please,” she begged.

  She felt his muscles tighten and then he slammed into her, surging against the head of her womb as his fingers spread her wide. She screamed and came, her muscles spasming so hard she was barely conscious, but she still felt him exploding inside her and heard him groan her name.

  He cradled her while the aftershocks traveled their bodies and then he finally put her down. Too weak to move, she let him wash her. It wasn’t until he reached for a towel that she remembered his injuries.

  “Give me the towel,” she scolded. “You’re wounded and I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

  His lips curved. “You did take care of me.”

  She blushed and tugged on the towel. He let her take it, standing patiently as she dried him and somewhat les
s patiently as she smoothed healing gel into his wounds. As soon as she was finished, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

  “Dammit, you’re going to open your wounds,” she yelled. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to let you take care of me again,” he promised. Then he dropped her on the bed, covered her with his big warm body, and smiled at her. He looked so beautiful that her breath caught.

  “Okay,” she whispered. His smile broadened, his head descended, and she abandoned any further protests.

  Later that evening, Cam was curled into his side, her fingers tracing lazy designs over his chest. His mind went back to the reception, analyzing the event. Cam had behaved perfectly. His own actions had been possessive, perhaps a little too much so, but he didn’t think he had betrayed any hint of weakness, any indication that he was not in total control. Satisfied, he let his hand move to her ass, preparing to tease the tender crevice between her cheeks to prepare her for their next round.

  “What are the pink stones?”

  Cam’s voice interrupted the pleasant direction of his thoughts and he froze at the reminder of Prince Ustrod, the source of the stones.

  She felt his tension and raised her head, looking at him curiously.

  He kept his voice light, “Why do you ask, pet?”

  “I’m curious. I saw a few in the Market and then more last night. It just seemed odd that so many people chose the same jewelry.”

  “They’re not jewelry.” Despite his tension, a smile curved his mouth. “They’re called Bliss Stones. They’re pleasure enhancers.”

  “Pleasure enhancers?”

  “They make you feel good—blissful, hence the name. For some races, they also significantly enhance arousal.” His hand slid lower, probing her damp folds and she shivered. “Humans are especially sensitive to them.”

  “Humans?” Her eyes widened and he cursed silently. Ignoring her question, he flipped her to her back and covered her breast with his mouth while his finger went deeper. When she was arching against him, question forgotten, he raised his head.