Hurray, it's Release Day!
*happy dance*
Taken by her Alien Warriors is here. I'm so excited to be able to share this story with you all, and I hope you love my Warriors as much as I enjoyed writing them. From the minute I typed the first scene I couldn't stop writing. Little did I know then, I would have a series on my hands.
*grins*
Rescued by her Alien Warriors (book 2) was accepted last week and is scheduled for release on August 27th.
To wet your appetite so to speak, here is the entire first chapter. Enjoy - I hope.
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, public exhibition, HEA]
The men of any species have needs…
Gemini Hudson has grown up, knowing the truth behind those words, but what happens when those needs pitch lovers against each other in a war torn galaxy?
Cirrion Warrior Zorran rescued a nine year old Gemini in a rare show of compassion. Twelve years later his slave has grown into a beautiful young woman which he feels inexorably drawn to. However, she is only human and too fragile for his dark desires. Desires he is certain he can only share with one man—his Drakan lover Ornack.
With Drakan at war with Cirrion the men's relationship seems doomed to failure. Giving Gemini to Ornack will fulfil their emotional needs in a way Zorran can't.
From the minute he sees her, Lord Ornack knows this female is the one woman who can complete their circle, because she loves Zorran as much as he does.
There's only one solution. Claim both his mates and damn the consequences.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Chapter One
It
always started the same. The distant rumble of thunder, and then the gale force
winds that shook the ramshackle building they called home. If you could call
her mother’s place of employment home, that was. Still, the brothel in the
worst part of this human settlement left on a dwindling earth was the only home
Gemini had ever known. As her beloved mum frequently told her nine-year-old
self, the male species of any race had needs, and they would take what they
wanted, so why not make them pay for it.
There
were plenty that simply took, and from the minute Gemini could hold a hunting
knife and then the old-fashioned revolver that used to be her father’s, her
mother had taught her how to use them to defend herself.
Theirs
was a life lived on the edge, always waiting for the next landslide, the next
earthquake to force their settlement to move again, or heaven forbid, a raid by
either the Drakans or the Cirrions. The warriors of the enemy planets often
collided on earth, and Gemini’s instructions were clear. Find somewhere to hide
and do not come out no matter what happens. As the earth shook and female
screams filled the air, a half-asleep Gemini hid under the bed. This wasn’t
just the earth’s crusts realigning. A fierce battle raged outside, and judging
by the guttural shouts of men, the heavy stomp of boots, and the giant shadows
falling across her hiding place as the front of the building lifted away, one of
the settlements had lost.
Gemini
lost the grip on the ancient revolver, as a creature jumped into her room.
Humanoid
eyes the color of coal set in a face that seemed to blend into the air around
it zeroed in on her. Standing at almost the height of the ceiling, the Cirrion
inhaled deeply, and Gemini shrieked when he grabbed her by the back of her
nightdress and lifted her up into the air. He laughed at her attempts to kick
him, and Gemini gritted her teeth and clutched the hilt of the knife, hidden in
the folds of her night dress. The Cirrion held her too far away from him to do
any serious damage with her blade, and he shook her as Gemini might have done a
beetle.
Bile
rose in her throat and she screamed when his forked tongue licked her cheek.
“No,
leave her alone, you bastard. She’s just a child.”
Her
mother’s shout as she jumped on the Cirrion’s back was followed by the glint of
a knife and the alien’s roar of pain.
Gemini
landed hard on the stone floor and she watched in horror as her mum’s body flew
through the air, hit the opposite wall with a thickening thud, and slid lifelessly
to the floor.
Screaming,
Gemini dug her knife into the muscled thigh in front of her.
“You
little bitch.”
Rough
hands grabbed her, and the world went black as the ground shook anew.
*
* * *
Gem
woke up shivering and panting for breath, a scream stuck in the back of her
throat. Twelve years and she was still reliving the night of her abduction in
minute detail. When would it ever stop?
The
ship lurched again as it hit the planet’s atmosphere and pitched her naked body
against Zorran. He grunted in his sleep and flung one muscled arm over his
forehead. Even in his sleep, her Cirrion owner, and the sole reason she hadn’t
been killed on that fateful night so long ago, looked coiled for action. Her
breathing slowed, and her panic subsided like it always did in his presence. In
his sleep, his skin had taken on the shade of the blue sheets, and Gem
suppressed a giggle. He looked like an overgrown Smurf. One of her most
treasured childhood possessions had been a dog-eared book of the Smurfs that
her mum used to read from at bedtime. The memories quickly chased away that
blip of happiness, and Gemini swiped the tears off her face.
Tears
never helped anyone, let alone on Cirrion. Seen as a weakness, they would only
serve to increase any punishment due to her. On arriving at Cirrion, Gemini had
learnt very quickly to keep her emotions hidden—to never show joy or sadness.
Either one would mean a beating from the woman Zorran had appointed to look
after her. The old crone was always careful to not hit where the bruises
showed. Nonetheless, Zorran’s visits, infrequent as they were, had always been
the highlight of Gemini’s stay on his home planet. As ridiculous as the notion
was she felt safe with him, especially once she’d developed curves. The old
crone’s beatings had stopped then—one couldn’t damage the merchandise after
all—but torture of a different kind had started. As a trained slave, she would
now fetch a high prize on the open market.
Gemini
was physically still a virgin, but thanks to modern technology, she had been
versed in all the arts of sexual seduction. Zorran had shown one of his rare
bouts of emotions when he had found out. The old crone had vanished from sight,
and Gemini suppressed a shiver at Zorran’s remembered fury. He never did
explain what happened to her, but Gemini had heard the rumors. One simply did
not cross Zorran. It was never conducive to one’s health, and it was the main
reason they were even now hurtling through space.
Zorran
had been afforded a special commendation from the ruling council for some feat
in his war against the Drakans. Gemini wasn’t privy to the particulars, and she
really hadn’t cared to know them. As his property, she was expected to simply
sit naked by his feet and cater to his every whim. The other Cirrions had made
her skin crawl, and she’d been only too glad to curl into Zorran’s thickly
muscled legs, close her eyes, and pretend she was somewhere else.
More
than once, Zorran had been offered an outrageous sum for her, and every time,
Zorran’s hold on her had tightened and he’d growled at the bidder.
“Mine,
not for sale.”
The
way he said mine sent a shiver of need down her spine and a rush of
moisture between her thighs, even though he had yet to touch her.
Gemini
sat up to study him. Safe in the knowledge that he was still fast asleep, she
let her gaze travel over his naked body.
As
though he sensed her quiet perusal, his skin color changed until it looked as
though he was a deeply tanned human. However, that was where the comparison to
her own kind ended. His shoulder-length, white-blond hair hung dead straight
and framed an angular jaw that never needed shaving. Apart from his head, he
was entirely hairless and corded with thick muscle that bunched and released in
his sleep, as he moved his hand. Scars covered the muscles, another testament
to how he earned his living.
A
whimper of feminine appreciation left Gemini when he used his large hand to
grasp his cock. It hardened under his callused fingers, and a drop of pre-cum
appeared in the slit of its thick, mushroom-shaped head.
The
air grew heavy with his spicy musk, and Gemini used her own fingers to part her
slick pussy lips and stroke herself in tune to his hand on his dick.
Zorran
grunted and mumbled in his sleep. Words that Gemini didn’t catch, spoken as
they were in his mother tongue, but her body reacted to the urgent need behind
those words anyway. The movement of his hand grew faster, violent almost, and
his heavy balls drew tight up to his body, telling her how close he was to
release. Gemini rubbed faster and pumped the fingers of her free hand in and
out of her desperately clenching cunt as she hurtled toward her orgasm.
As a
thick jet of his cum shot in the air, Gemini bit the pillow to muffle her
scream of completion, as her whole body shook in the aftershocks of one her
most intense climaxes ever.
Being
this close to him, hearing his guttural groans as he came, was the next best
thing to actually joining her body to his, and her vivid imagination had no
problems envisioning herself riding his thick erection.
Zorran
stood at just under seven feet, and his cock was in proportion to the rest of
him. Gemini would not be able to wrap her hand around it, were he ever to allow
her to do so, which didn’t seem likely. He seemed determined to keep her pure
and untouched. As noble as that protection was, Gemini was a woman now. A woman
with needs, and she ached for his touch.
Alas,
this current arrangement was just a front to keep her safe. Back home at Zorran’s
mountain hideaway, Gemini was left to her own devices. In fact, she had spent
more time in his presence this past week than she had done over the last year
back on Cirrion, and it had only served to strengthen her infatuation with him.
Growing
up, Gemini had spun childish dreams of Zorran being her knight in shining
armor. He had rescued her after all, so surely he must feel something for her.
Why else would he keep her?
That
dream had taken a severe dent lately. Protective as ever, it seemed Zorran didn’t
want her, but no one else was going to have her either. On the one hand this
was a source of huge relief to Gemini. She could not imagine herself being
intimate with anyone but Zorran. On the other hand, it left her sexually
frustrated and heartbroken.
While
she caught him watching her many times from under hooded lids, tension curling
his muscles, he never once acted on the heated promise of his dark eyes. As a
result, Gemini was in a constant state of horniness which attracted far too
much attention from the other Cirrions. Were it not for Zorran’s position and
his reputation as a fearless fighter, Gem had no doubt she would have been
snatched from him and passed around as a pleasure slave.
Slowly,
her breathing returned to normal, and with her body temporarily sated, sleep
claimed her once again.
*
* * *
Fuck! Zorran didn’t
dare move, not trusting himself to not flip the delicious little morsel of soft
curves and to sink his rock-hard dick into her sweet pussy. At first he’d
thought it was part of his dream, and when it registered that the needy little
mewls he could hear were not simply a figment of his imagination, he’d come so
hard and fast he’d gone light-headed with the relief of it all. Hearing his
little human reach her own pinnacle and the way she’d whispered his name as she
rode the last of her spasms, before she dropped back off to sleep, had given
him an intense power surge.
If he
needed any more proof that he was doing the right thing by giving her to Ornack,
what had just happened confirmed it. From the first moment he’d seen her feisty
little nine-year-old self sink her hunter’s knife into her attacker’s thigh, he’d
been fascinated by her. Terrified as she had been, her wide-set blue eyes
shimmering with tears, she’d also shaken with rage, seemingly determined to
seek revenge for her mother’s death. It would have been amusing to see what she
would have done to Heldar, but the young pup had been under his protection, and
as such, he’d stepped in to salvage what he could of the disastrous scouting
mission.
Everything
had gone wrong that night. They’d lost too many of the human females in the
raid, and a fair number of Cirrions, too, as they’d fought the Drakans for the
spoils of the settlement. In the end the Cirrions had won, but the costs had
been high.
The
little spitfire he’d yanked to safety had grown into a beautiful woman with
curves in all the right places, and a shy smile that tore at the empty space
where his heart ought to have been. When she fixed her expressive, long-lashed
blue orbs on him, he didn’t see the revulsion he was used to seeing in females.
Most shied away from the scars marring his face, and his abrupt nature. He was
a fighter, and he fucked like one, too. Seeking a willing hole, male or female,
was simply an act in recharging his power—nothing more, nothing less—or at
least it had been until the day he’d come home and the little girl he’d left in
Carina’s care had grown into a woman.
He
could still see her now, emerging naked from the rock pool by his home.
Completely oblivious of his presence, she’d stretched like a cat, thrusting her
pert breasts into the sun as she’d settled to sunbathe. Carina’s shout for her
had her scrambling into the long tunic that proclaimed her as belonging to his
house. She’d thrown a look over her shoulder, and heat had flooded her
alabaster skin when she’d seen him watching her. Another, louder shout from
Carina had made her flinch and she’d scurried off. The sun had been in front of
her, rendering the thin tunic transparent, and the sway and wobble of her
generous ass had led to him jerking himself off right there.
Zorran’s
fangs ran out at the memory, and he jumped off the bed to put some distance
between himself and Gemini’s sleeping form. The glistening wetness between her
legs called him to taste, to devour, and to claim what was his. The only other
person in this entire fucked-up galaxy who’d ever called to him like that had
been Ornack.
He
could never be with him either. Ornack was the leader of his clan and a Drakan
to boot. To associate with him would mean an instant death sentence should the Cirrion
council find out, let alone the Drakan King, Yanos.
The Drakans
were a dying race unless they managed to turn their fertility problems around,
and no Drakan would be allowed to settle with a male lover, especially not a Cirrion
like himself.
Gemini
moaned in her sleep, and Zorran ground his teeth. His fangs broke through his
bottom lip, and he tasted his own blood as he grew harder still. Despite having
come a matter of moments ago, he was fit to bursting again, and he couldn’t
even seek relief in one of the pleasure slaves on board ship. Gemini was
supposed to be his fuck toy, and her protection would be blown to stardust, if it
wasn’t believed he was using her every night.
Heldar
would claim Gem in an instant, seeking revenge for the ragged scar and
permanent limp she had left him with. Zorran’s gut churned at the mere thought
of what depraved acts the demented Cirrion might force onto the fragile human.
At just under six foot, she was taller than most humans, but compared to the Cirrion’s
height and bulk, she was tiny.
And mine.
He
snarled under his breath and squashed that errant thought. Cirrion was no place
for Gemini. Ornack would be able to show her the tenderness she deserved. On
his planet she would be cherished for the treasure she was, not just seen as a
convenient hole to fuck and be passed around.
Gemini
moaned in her sleep and spread her legs as she turned over. It gave him a
perfect, if brief view of her puffy, pink nether lips, still dewy from her
release. She stretched across and hugged his pillow to her with a small smile.
The action made his chest feel tight and breathing difficult. He should move.
Standing here, watching her sleep was not helping his current state of painful
arousal. Zorran turned his back on temptation, and promptly froze as her
hesitant voice wrapped itself around his limbs and held him in place.
“Where
are we going, Sir? Will you please tell me?”
Zorran
yanked a pair of soft trousers on before he turned around to face her. They did
nothing to hide his state of arousal, and her blue eyes darkened when she
noticed. She licked her lips and sat up straighter. Whether by accident or
design, her posture served to show off her bountiful curves for his perusal,
and Zorran swore under his breath. The most delightful blush stole into her
face, and this time she deliberately let her gaze wander to his crotch.
“Can
I help you with that, Sir? Please let me.”
She
didn’t wait for his answer, just crawled off the bed and toward him. The
lopsided action made her tits swing from side to side, and Zorran could not
tear his gaze from the mesmerizing sight. What harm would it do to let her suck
him off just this once?
This
was just sex. He wouldn’t claim her, and it sure as fuck beat jerking off in
the shower.
Before
he could come up with any logical conclusion, Gemini had reached him. She ran her
hot little hands up his legs and fondled his sac through the clothing. Gemini
kissed the jagged scar crossing the eight pack that made up his abdominals, and
the room spun as all his blood rushed to his cock. He hissed through his teeth
when she pulled his trousers down, grasped his thick shaft with both her hands,
and then licked across the top of his dick.
Her
musk increased, and in the dim light of their cabin he could see her arousal
slicking the top of her thighs. It pitched his own need sky high, and he
wrapped his hands in her hair and yanked her down on his cock. Her eyes
widened, but like the good little fuck toy she was trained to be, she relaxed
her muscles and took him in until his dick hit the back of her throat. Feeling
her gag and swallow rapidly, as the first jets of his semen ejected, released
the dark beast in him, and he shut his eyes and fucked her mouth in earnest.
She
whimpered and sucked and curled her fingernails into his thighs, when he yanked
her hands off his shaft, and buried himself in the soft wet heat of her mouth
again and again. The blessed relief flowed up
through his balls and along his cock, and he flooded her mouth with his hot cum.
An
intense surge of power shot through him, setting his skin afire, and he knew he
would be flashing through all of the colors of the rainbow. Zorran growled low
in his throat and collapsed back against the wall. He relinquished his hold on
Gemini’s long, silken tresses. His claws screeched along the steel wall, and
his human gasped against his wet flesh. The air felt cool on his dick until her
hot little tongue set to work to lick him clean, and he risked opening his
eyes. The sight of her knelt in front of him, her lips swollen, and dribbles of
his cum mixing in with her saliva as it ran down her chin and into the valley
of her breasts, made him want to pick her up and throw her back on the bed.
The
shimmering emotion in her eyes stopped him from giving in to his instincts. He
pushed her away and stalked off to the shower.
“I’m
taking you to your new owner.” He threw the words over his shoulder, and when
there was no response other than a sharp gasp, he had to turn around to look at
her.
Gemini
looked lost and small huddled on the floor, and a primitive sense of ownership
grabbed him as she swiped his cum off her face.
The
tears clinging to her eyelashes made his voice much gruffer than he intended it
to be.
“I’m
pleased to see your training wasn’t wasted on you, slave. Now go and clean
yourself up and then dress in the clothes I’ll have brought to you. You should
fetch me a decent price.”
And
may the gods of all the galaxies forgive him for his lies and for killing the
fire in her eyes.
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