Alien Rights

Alien Rights

Nicole
Austin

Be careful what you wish for—it just might
come true. Emily experiences the old adage firsthand after waking up on an
alien cruiser. Naked. And intensely turned-on.

The Earther woman extended an invitation
Commander Rodar couldn’t refuse. Gaining her sexual surrender is easy. To win
her heart, he’ll have to grant her certain exclusive
alien rights
.

A Romantica®
sci-fi erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

Alien Rights

Nicole Austin

Dedication

For my BFFs—the Sassy Seven—Regina
Carlysle, Samantha Cayto, Cerise Deland, Desiree Holt, Allie Standifer and
Brenna Zinn. Love you dearly and miss you bunches. I am so ready to start
building our writers retreat!

Chapter One

Bells tinkled a merry greeting as the door
of the Moonlight Diner swung open. Emily Baxter finished refilling the last
salt shaker and glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until closing time and a new
customer shows up. Great, she’d have to work late again.

Story of my freakin’ life.

Brown hair sticking up in all different
directions, white shirt buttoned haphazardly and one pant leg partially tucked
into a sock, the man who’d walked in had a wild gleam in his glassy eyes. He had
the lean, athletic body of a runner and when cleaned up was probably rather
attractive.

“Aliens!” He pointed toward the back of the
diner. “I was abducted!”

Okay, cleaned up and dried out
, she amended.

Hank’s bald head appeared in the
pass-through. “Aliens? Hey, did you get probed?”

“How’d you know?” The customer stumbled as
he made his way toward the counter and dropped down onto a stool with a sharp
hiss. “Did Calgon get you too?”

She glanced back at Hank, owner of the
diner and her boss. One corner of his mouth drew upward into an evil grin Emily
knew well. She’d been a victim of Hank’s bullying and her heart went out to the
customer who thought he’d found a sympathetic listener.

“Calgon the alien took you away, huh?” Hank
sputtered, barely getting the words out. “You’ve been watching too much TV,
dude. Hey, Em. Better call the guys with the white coats. He needs a padded
cell and one of those jackets with the really long sleeves.”

While Hank laughed and cracked jokes at the
man’s expense, Emily set a cup of coffee in front of the customer and patted
his arm. “Ignore Hank. Everyone else does.”

The second she went through the swinging
door into the kitchen, Hank grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the grill,
where he kept a close eye on the man who sat hunched over the steaming mug.

“That guy’s a total crackpot, Em. Don’t get
close to him. Might rub off on you.”

“Insanity isn’t catching.” Jerking free of
his hold, she punched Hank’s beefy tattooed arm. “But stupidity is,” she
mumbled under her breath.

She understood Hank’s bully mentality—how
making other people feel small gave him the false sense of being a big man.
Still, understanding didn’t make dealing with him any easier. “You are such an
ass! That man is obviously down on his luck and could use a little compassion.”

“Compassion?” Hank gave her a slack-jawed
stare. “You’re crazier than he is.”

Emily sighed and shook her head. She
preferred to believe everyone had some goodness in them, but Hank had proven
himself rotten to the core, lacking in any depth or virtue. A true lost cause.

The grill had been shut down and cleaned
for the night but there was still a pot of soup simmering. She filled a bowl,
put a couple of rolls on a plate and headed for the door, not surprised when
Hank moved to block her path.

“That bum didn’t order anything and sure as
hell won’t have the money to pay.”

“I’m not sending him back out on the street
without a meal.” She couldn’t afford to lose her job but would make a stand on
the issue if necessary.

“Okay, Sister Teresa, but you’re not giving
my profits away.”

Emily shook her head. “You mean
Mother
Teresa, moron, and I’ll pay for the meal.”

Hank’s brow furrowed with confusion and
disbelief shone in his dark eyes. “Must be paying you too much if you’ve got
money to throw away on bums.”

Grinding her back teeth, Emily battled the
urge to throw the soup in Hank’s cruel face. “The way you treat people is going
to come back and bite you in the ass, Hank. It’s called karma. Because I’m kind
and help others in need, one day when I’m down low, someone will offer me a
hand.”

Hank’s riotous laughter had her hoping
she’d be around to witness the day karma tore him a new one. Why did she
continue to try to get through that thick skull of his? He would never see acts
of kindness as anything other than signs of weakness. And having
shown
that weakness would make her a prime target for Hank’s brutality in the days to
come.

So be it.

“Grow up, Hank. You’re not in grade school
anymore.”

Emily not only fed the man, she listened to
his tale about the aliens and their high-tech spacecraft. She mentally went
over her mounting bills and declining budget as he detailed the aliens probing
his rectum. She gave him bus fare to get home before showing him out and
locking up the diner.

Her own commute was brief—out the back way
and up a rickety flight of stairs to her rented room above the diner.

Stepping into the alley, Emily gazed up at
the stars. As a child she’d dreamed of blasting away on the space shuttle to
visit distant mysterious places. Her customer had insisted there were other
forms of life out there, and as crazy as it may seem, she agreed. Considering
all the planets in existence, so many more than humans were aware of, surely
some of them were inhabited. To believe Earth harbored the only intelligent
life would be rather arrogant and naïve.

The whole idea of being abducted and taken
away in a spaceship actually sounded pretty damn good to Emily. No more working
her fingers to the bone or fending off idiots like Hank. She’d travel to exotic
locations and settle down when she found a culture where women were not only
cherished but treated with respect as equals.

While the night sky was full of beautiful
stars, one in particular captured Emily’s attention. It shined a bit brighter
than the others, twinkled faster and appeared closer.

With the customer’s story still fresh in
her mind, Emily held out her arms, reached toward the beacon of light and
yelled, “Calgon, take me away!”

Between one heartbeat and the next,
darkness shut out the stars, her body became weightless and rose into the air,
and she drifted off into nothingness.

* * * * *

Awareness returned with a whopping dose of
confusion and arousal.

What the hell had happened? The last thing
she remembered was standing in the alley, thinking about space travel and
aliens. She’d made a wish upon a star then her consciousness narrowed as it
slipped away. How long had she been out?

Emily gasped and all rational thought fled
as undeniable pleasure blasted through her. She didn’t want to give in and enjoy
the sensations but her body had a mind of its own and eagerly succumbed.
Tension coiled in her heated core, spiraling outward. Racked by overwhelming
waves of sheer bliss, her muscles tensed, held immobile for breathless moments
before an orgasm slammed into her with the force of a runaway train.

Hundreds of lips, tongues, teeth, fingers
and cocks stimulated all of her hot spots simultaneously, driving her to
mindless abandon and turning an epic orgasm into a global thermonuclear
meltdown. She panted, sucked huge amounts of air into burning lungs and
struggled to make sense of the extraordinary situation.

What the fuck? Where am I? Did someone
drug me?

Fear crept in, tightening her chest and
making it harder to breathe. Emily fought back the crippling anxiety as her
mind spun. She blinked but couldn’t see anything other than impenetrable
darkness. She tried to move but nothing happened. Her nude body felt
insubstantial, as if she were floating, suspended and somehow held immobile.

Her puckered nipples tingled, her pulse
throbbed in her oversensitive clitoris and she had various aches in interesting
places, which convinced Emily the amazing sex had been real. But who’d she have
sex with?

“You are a heavenly treat.”

What a sexy voice—male; deep and rich with
a smoky quality that stroked over her skin and vibrated along her nerve
endings. Those words, spoken in his seductive tone, brought her to an instant
state of heightened arousal and longing. Like a drug she’d become addicted to,
hearing him speak again was something she craved. Emily wondered if he could
get her off by merely talking dirty. Unable to fight her body’s reaction, she
gave herself over to the incredible pleasure.

“Yes, that’s it, Emma-lee,” he purred.

She didn’t bother to correct his
pronunciation of her name or contemplate how he knew it. She couldn’t speak,
barely even managed to draw in a breath and really didn’t care if he got her
name wrong. As long as he kept talking, nothing else mattered.

“Surrender to the pleasure. Let me take you
away.”

Something in those words struck a
discordant note with Emily but the sensation of a hot, wet tongue flickering
against her clitoris overpowered thought. She’d think later. Right now she
could only feel, and damn did she feel good.
Yes, take me.

Soft yet firm lips sucked at her clit and
the talented tongue kept flicking. A thick cock drove in and out of her pussy,
stretching her walls, generating breathtaking friction. Her ass clenched on a
slender pulsating device. Hungry mouths sucked at her aching nipples, the
slight bite of teeth shooting electrical jolts from her breasts to her clit.
Strong fingers massaged her scalp and every inch of skin on her body tingled.

Each sensation fed the others, driving her
to the brink of ecstasy. Was the man even touching her? She harbored the crazy
idea that somehow only his amazing voice stroked her flesh but how could that
be?

Her mind went blank as he built her up
again, took her higher and higher until she soared over the precipice and went
supernova before slowly drifting back down.

Emily had no idea how long she’d lingered
in stasis, finally drawn from her sated contentment by an unusual aroma. She
sniffed a few times then took a deep breath but failed to recognize the heady
scent teasing her senses. Sweet and smooth yet a bit spicy, definitely
masculine.

She couldn’t get enough of that wonderful
smell—it drew her in, held her captive. She wanted to roll in it like a cat
with fresh catnip, saturate her pores and permeate her being in the
intoxicating bouquet.

“Please,” she moaned. Her breasts were
heavy, swollen, her nipples diamond-hard points of aching need. After two
intense, satisfying orgasms, she should be in a coma, not dying for more. She
bucked her hips, desperate for the phantom touch of her furtive lover.

“Do not fear, Emma-lee. I will please you.”

Fear was the furthest thing from her mind.
Her hormones were in overdrive and she had sex on the brain. “I need!”

“What do you desire? Do you want my tongue
on your clit-or-is? My fingers in your hot feline?”

What the fuck?
His accent and word choices were strange even though she understood
his meaning. Was her lover a foreigner, was something getting lost in the
translation? Not that it mattered when she was so jacked up. How he talked
wasn’t a problem as long as he put his sexual talents to good use.

“You want my big penis, Emma-lee? You want
to suck me or shall I come in your ass?”

“Oh God,” Emily sobbed. She’d die if he
didn’t do something soon. To hell with dignity. She’d beg if necessary. “Yes,
take me. Fuck me. Please!”

“Not yet, my Emma-lee.”

His denial made her weep in frustration.
She came close to screaming at him to put her out of her misery and fuck her
already, parted her lips to do just that, moaning instead when salty-sweet
ambrosia tantalized her taste buds. She’d never tasted anything as delicious
and hungered for more.

He didn’t make her suffer. Hot, thick flesh
thrust past her lips, giving Emily the chance to pleasure her generous
invisible lover.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Blowing a guy wasn’t on her list of
favorite activities. At least not the guys she’d been with in the past. But
then everything about her current situation was different. Dream or not, Emily
was determined to enjoy. And sucking his cock brought her extreme
gratification.

Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked hard,
eager to consume him. She ran her tongue around the velvety-soft flesh of his
broad crown and mapped the path of a throbbing vein along his shaft. Stretched
wide, her jaw began to ache. Emily ignored the discomfort, intensifying her
efforts in her impatience for more of his essence.

His cock swelled against her tongue and his
movements turned jerky. As his release jetted into her mouth, his moan of
completion vibrated through her.

She didn’t know his name or what he looked
like but this man delighted her senses. Could his appearance possibly live up
to all his other wonderful features? Hell, did it really matter? She didn’t
think so. He’d already caught her—hook, line and sinker. Even if he resembled
Hank the meathead, she had to have him.