Fenix: A ScifFi Alien Warrior Romance (Stolen Warriors Book 3)

by Ella Maven

  I opened my jaw and slowly unfurled my tongue from my lips. She made a small sound in her throat as I curled the tip around her finger. The ball piercings in the center of my tongue clicked against her fingernail. Her skin tasted like the herbal brew I made as she often dipped her finger in to test the temperature.

  I licked at her finger, then her palm, and lapped at the inside of her wrist, all while keeping my eyes on her to gauge her reaction. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink, and her eyes shone a golden brown.

  Not wanting to push my good fortune, I pulled back. But she didn’t let me get far. With a small groan, she lunged forward and smashed our lips together. At first, I could barely believe it was happening, and I went still. My first reaction was always to brace for pain, and I waited for it to come.

  But it didn’t.

  Jennie yanked her head back, palm on her chest. “Sorry,” she rasped. “So sorry, I—”

  I grabbed her face and hauled her against me, immediately delving my tongue into the hot recesses of her mouth.

  She let out a small cry and gripped my shoulders—not pushing me away but pulling me closer. I licked into her mouth, tasting the tea and the flavor which was uniquely Jennie, this brave human who killed ogrices, dealt with the painful loss of her voice in an unknown world, and saw something in me I hadn’t thought was there.

  This wasn’t right, I knew I shouldn’t be kissing her, not when my future was so uncertain and most likely short. But I couldn’t pull away, not when the pain in my fangs and throat was noticeably absent, not when nothing but warmth and pleasure bloomed where she gripped my shoulders.

  Her fingers skidded up my neck, and I angled my head to kiss her deeper. Her small breasts brushed my chest through the thin layer of her shirt, and my cock kicked in my pants. I groaned, the unexpected hardness a strange feeling. It wanted heat—her heat—and I was two seeks away from ripping into her clothes when she broke the kiss to gaze at me with wide eyes.

  “Fenix?”

  I didn’t know the question. I could only stare.

  “Hurt?”

  Oh, I’d groaned, and she might have thought it was pain. I needed to touch my cock, but I was terrified she’d notice. Would she be scared? So, all I could do was shake my head and wish desperately I could adjust the rod in my pants that was currently draining all the blood from my head.

  How had Mikko and Rexor gotten their females to safety without losing their minds? Or… Maybe they had, and I was next in line.

  Suddenly her gaze dropped to my lap, and I shifted away as fast as I could, turning my back to her as I fought to get myself under control.

  Jennie

  I stared at his back, my lips still stinging from the kiss. His fang had caught on my lip, and I prodded the skin there.

  Dating had never been a priority for me, and my parents had a lot of opinions about the perfect husband. I’d been waiting until I had my feet under me, my own place, my own money, and security.

  Now I had… Well, I had nothing. Barely even a voice. Except I’d just had the most intense kiss of my life with a fire-starter alien who had horns and an orange mohawk. Not only that, but I was attracted to him.

  Sure, he was muscled with great facial structure and kind eyes, but it was his inner strength that called to me. As cheesy as it sounded, I was attracted to who he was. The fact that he was still alive after all he’d been through, and still held onto his morals to take care of me—that was beyond admirable.

  His scales shook with minor tremors and his shoulders heaved.

  “F-Fenix?” I called.

  He didn’t turn around, but he flinched when I called his name. Terrified I’d hurt him, I stood up and shuffled to see his face.

  His eyes went wide, and he turned away from me again so quickly he nearly tumbled off the bed platform.

  I skittered out of the way. “Wha—?”

  He scrambled to his feet, one arm out and the other covering his groin. When my eyes drifted down, he yanked his hand away and turned around, but not before I saw the noticeable and very prominent bulge.

  He was hard. And he didn’t want me to know. Why?

  “Just give me a moment,” he grumbled. “At least … I think.”

  He sounded so unsure. A little bit scared. But the lust was still there in his voice, weighing it down to a lower register.

  I approached again, although hesitantly. I didn’t know everything about Drixonians, so it was wise to be careful. Still, there was something about the situation that seemed to need exploring.

  When he felt me at his elbow, a shiver ran down his spine. “Jennie, please.”

  “Don’t hide,” I murmured.

  “I can’t seem to control myself, and this is an unusual feeling for me.”

  “How?”

  He swallowed, and I caught the slightest flicker of … shame? … in his expression. “I have not… I don’t…” He let out a loud breath. “When our females died, so did our libidos. I don’t know how to handle what I feel for you, and I don’t know why my cock seems to have its own plan as to how our alone time should go.”

  I couldn’t help it, I laughed. The sound was more like a grating sound than an actual laugh, but Fenix jerked his head to face me with his rubbed brow lowered in a frown. “Are you okay?”

  “Fine.” I wormed my way between his body and the wall, and he was so tall I had to tilt my head way back to see his expression. Bracing his hand on the wall, he leaned down so our faces were close.

  I waved my hand near his groin. “Is natural.”

  His lips curved up. “I know that. But it’s new for me. And I didn’t want to scare you or think I planned to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

  I nodded and took a deep breath to gather some strength. I was a little crazy, and a lot curious. But this damn spaceship could blow up tomorrow. Bezmir could decide to kill one of us. Everything could go to hell in a hand basket. Fenix deserved something good, and fuck it, so did I. With a tentative hand, I reached down to palm his cock through his pants. The girth alone made my insides clench. At my touch, his body jerked, and his eyelids fluttered. “I’m comfortable.”

  “Jennie,” he whispered as his hips canted forward against my hand. “I can’t…”

  I stroked him once and he let his head drop forward so his lips hovered near my temple. I unclasped his pants and reached inside. My fingers closed around the shaft of his cock, and he let out a pained moan as his body jerked against mine.

  On a gasp, he slapped both of his palms on the wall beside my head. He craned his neck until he could meet me eyes. “How does this not hurt?” he said, almost to himself.

  I squeezed and pulled, and he let out another moan, his actions so pure and untamed. He didn’t try to hold back or impress me with some sort of misguided definition alpha stamina. My touch felt good, and he showed me with eyes full of wonder. I peered down and my mouth dropped open.

  The light blue head of his cock, now visible through the open gap in his pants, had a thick ring pierced through the tip. A copious amount of slick liquid dropped from his slit. I swiped my thumb over it and let the rest dribble down his shaft. Now lubricated, I continued to stroke him.

  His soft skin shifted over the hardness of his erection, and I felt myself grow wet at the thought of him inside me. Muscles flexing gorgeously, he rolled his hips, fucking into my hand. A lock of orange hair fell into his eyes and he blinked through the bright strands, watching me as I took him in my hand.

  “Your touch,” he marveled. “I can’t believe… how good it feels.”

  I grinned at him, and his gaze fell to my mouth before he lunged forward and kissed me. His tongue no longer licked with a slow, tortuous rhythm. Now, he plundered me, and I was happy to let him.

  Then suddenly, he wasn’t in front of me. I found myself staring at the opposite wall before hands on my thighs drew my attention. Fenix, hard cock glistening with his own lube, knelt at my feet. “Let me taste you. Please.”

 
Like I was going to say no? Not when a building pressure between my legs made me feel like I was going to combust. When I nodded, he gently tugged my pants down and off, leaving me naked from the waist down. Deciding to go for it, I tore my shirt off and tossed it on top of my pants.

  I shifted, feeling exposed, but he gently pried one foot off the ground and hooked my knee over his shoulder. Completely open to his gaze, my entire weight balanced on one foot, I could only stare as he rubbed one thick finger through my wet folds. “Fenix,” I whispered, and he grinned widely before extending that wickedly long tongue and lapping at me. My head thunked back on the wall as he swirled the tip around my clit, and his piercings sent zings of pleasure shooting out to every extremity.

  “Oh,” I said on a rough sigh, as I gripped his head for balance. With a subdued growl, he licked at me again, and again, before he delved in mouth first and ate at me like he was starved. With a constant barrage of low murmurs, he gripped my thighs and worked his tongue at my core until I was out of my mind.

  When he gazed up at me with glowing purple eyes and speared his tongue inside of me, then started a steady vibration up his throat, I let out a silent scream. The spaceship ceased to exist. The planet, my past, the entire galaxy… It was all gone. The only thing present, that mattered here in this moment, was Fenix kneeling at my feet and worshipping me like I was his queen.

  When he flicked my clit with the edge of his claw, I came on a gush, writhing into his mouth shamelessly as guttural sounds forced my damaged vocal cords to their limit. When my knees buckled and my body shook with the after-effects of that soul-defining orgasm, he carried me over to the bedding palette.

  I reached for him with wobbly limbs, as his cock was now an angry purple, and the tip dripped with that slick liquid. But he shoved my hands away and swiped his hand through my drenched pussy. With that same hand, he squeezed his cock, and stroked furiously until he came with a roar. His release hit me on the inner thighs and stomach and pooled on my skin.

  He fell forward, catching himself on his hands as his shoulders heaved. Looking more exhausted now than he had when he killed the ogrices in Bezmir’s shop, he peered at me through half-lidded eyes. “I’m sorry that I—” he swallowed. “Spent my release on your skin without asking. But seeing you marked with me…” he shook his head as a small smile curled his lips. “I can’t be sorry about that.”

  Nine

  Fenix

  While I didn’t think Jennie was capable of it, I still worried her expression would twist into disgust. I waited to see if she’d reject me. Had I pushed this too far? I would have stopped if she’d asked, but I’d been so driven by the need to consume her and mark her, I hadn’t checked along the way.

  So, when she smiled kindly and cupped my face, I thought my muscles would give out with relief. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “Thank you” she rasped back.

  I dropped to my hip at her side and drifted my hand to her stomach. I let my fingers drift through my release on her skin, and she sucked in a breath, her stomach contracting when I did so.

  She watched me, her upper body propped up by her elbows behind her, as I took in her breasts. A dark circle around her nipples beckoned me, and I traced one with my finger. The nipple hardened and when I flicked it with the edge of a claw, she shivered. When I glanced at her face, she bit her lip and gave me an encouraging nod.

  I leaned down, curious if my mouth would fit over the dark circle. Closing my lips around it, I flicked her nipple with my tongue, and she squirmed beneath me. Releasing her flesh with a pop, I pulled back to see I’d left behind moisture well outside the dark circle. Good, it fit then. And she liked the attention, I could tell because her arousal smell had renewed.

  Fascinated by her body, and not willing to relinquish the touch yet, I prodded at the bones on her hips and dipped a claw in her bellybutton before petting the soft curls that surrounded her pretty cunt.

  She’d tasted like nothing I’d ever had before, and I would have licked her more if I hadn’t felt like my cock was going to burst. Would she ever let me enter her with my cock? Even if she didn’t, or if we never got a chance, what she’d given me was enough. It would have to be enough.

  Her body shifted, and I looked up to see she’d lain back on the bedding, her eyes half-closed. She had to be tired, but I was reluctant to move. Since we boarded the ship, I slept on the floor near her bedding pallet, and I made to rise to leave her to sleep when she stopped me with a hand on my neck. I glanced up, and she smiled softly. “Stay.”

  She’d let me stay? Weak with relief, and grateful for the absence of pain for once in my flecking life, I let my body drift until I lay with my head cradled on her soft breast. Underneath my ear, her cora beat steady and strong. I wrapped an arm around her waist and let out a sigh.

  Fingers combed through my hair and smoothed down my horns. And I began to do the one thing I never thought I’d do—prush. The vibration came without me calling for it. Maybe it was the contentment I felt or the need to make my mate feel safe.

  Her hands stilled for a moment at the prushing, but then she resumed combing my hair.

  “Meeting you is the best thing that has ever happened in my life,” I whispered, letting my eyes drift closed.

  “Same,” she murmured.

  “I’m sorry you were taken from your home, but I’m not sorry you’re here.”

  I expected her to laugh, but she only managed a few raspy words. “I’m not sorry either.”

  Voices outside the door woke me, and I had just enough time to tug on my pants and shove Jennie—along with her clothes—into the cleanser when the door opened. I blew my hair off my forehead as Bezmir loomed in the doorway with narrowed eyes.

  The cleanser turned on, and his head tilted toward it before once again studying me. I fought not to react. If he knew that I’d grown attached to Jennie, that I’d in any way bonded to her, he’d get rid of me. I was sure of it.

  The cleanser turned off and the door opened. Jennie stepped into the room, fully clothed and no longer smelling like me. While that made my skin itch, it was a good thing. I wasn’t sure how well a Rogastix could smell.

  Bezmir jerked his chin at Jennie. “You’re needed in the kitchens, girl. I have a hungry crew.”

  Her gaze flicked to me, and I gave her a nod. She slipped past Bezmir, putting as much distance between their bodies as possible. When she was out of sight, Bezmir crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorway. “Didn’t think you’d be so cruel.”

  I didn’t react as I straightened the bedding, needing something to do so I didn’t take off his head.

  “She thinks you’re going to save her, doesn’t she?” He tutted. “I told her not to trust you, but I guess you found a way to suck her in, eh? Only to hand her over when it’s all said and done in exchange for a supply of Kixx to keep you numb.”

  I balled my hands into fists and rose to my full height, facing away from Bezmir.

  “Ahh, now I see.” His footsteps entered the room. “You don’t have her fooled, you have yourself fooled. You really think you’re going to be her savior, don’t you? That you’ll valiantly choose her over Kixx and get to… What’s your fantasy? Keep her?”

  I ground my teeth together and bit down on my tongue until I tasted blood.

  “Didn’t realize Drixonians were so soft,” he taunted. “That’s why you’re dying out. Unable to do anything but protect your females who died any—”

  Whirling around, I gripped him around the throat and shoved him against the wall. His smile remained, a wicked smirk I wanted to tear off his face. “Oh, temper.” He gasped as I squeezed harder. “I got too close to the truth, didn’t I?” He let out a strangled laugh. “You’re no hero, Drix. When faced with constant pain until your brain boils in your skull or a life of numbness, you’re going to choose the Kixx.” Spit pooled at the corner of his lip as he struggled against my hold. “I know from experience. They. Always. Choose. Kixx.”

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nbsp; With a swipe of my arm, I sent him flying into the opposite wall. His back hit with a thud before he crumpled to the floor. Coughing and wiping at his mouth, he glared at me through bloodshot eyes. “Do that again, and I’ll take it out on the girl.”

  “You won’t risk—”

  “I won’t kill her. But they don’t need both her hands. Or her eyes. Or her tongue.” My head spun at the image of Jennie in pain. Bezmir stumbled to his feet and swayed before pointing a finger at me. “So, remember your place, Drix.”

  Jennie

  I’d left the room, but my mind was still back there—on the bedding with Fenix’s weight on my chest, his breath blowing across my skin. Butterflies floated around in my stomach, and I had the same feeling I did before the first day of college classes—a hopeful anticipation.

  I knew it was dangerous to feel that way. I was in the least hopeful time in my life. In fact, I didn’t think things could get much worse. But Fenix’s presence was a solid foundation that let me build a meager house of hope. The house was made of straw and could go up in flames any moment, but that hadn’t stopped me from moving in and picking out carpet.

  Standing over the fire pit, I stirred a soup that consisted of rehydrated vegetables and some tough freeze-dried meat that took forever to be edible. Leaving the ladle in the pot, I leaned against the wall.

  Could Fenix really get us out of this? He had a plan, which was better than I had. I’d been focused on not getting killed or beaten. An actual rescue hadn’t even been within my wildest dreams.

  And all that musing was why I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. If I would have seen him coming, I would have found a way to escape out into the dining area. But that didn’t happen. A solid heat hit my back, and I jumped a foot in the air before whirling around to find Hirtz looming over me.

  I backed up into the wall behind me and tried to edge to the side, but he blocked my escape with his arm. The other way was the fire pit, so I was trapped with the wall at my back and Hirtz’s massive form inches from my chest.