Taken By The Alien Hero (Romance, Alien, Adventure) (2 page)

Ilham and Zaffa squeezed themselves into the tiny compartment in the hull. It was not meant to house two, it barely fit one. Zaffa pressed Ilham’s back against the rear wall and drew her weapon, standing guard at the door. Zaffa was one of the deadliest females alive, and anybody who came through that door was going to find out why.

Ilham struggled to steady her breath. What had just transpired between the male and herself? Her body tingled and wept. This feeling was not lust. She was well acquainted with lust. This was something much more. Although her response was irrational, she felt deeply troubled by being taken where she could not see him. She had questions but now was not the time.

From behind the door, the females could hear the docking clamps connect with the ship and the sound of boots on the hull floor as people boarded the vessel.

“Give us the female.” The voice was strange, choked and garbled.

“I’m sorry fellas I’m not in a position to do that right now.” Roshon’s voice sounded relaxed. Ilham’s pulse began to race. He was just on the other side of that door. He was here. Her spots began to tingle with excitement.

“Do not be a fool. Do not think that I am a fool either. We know you have a female on board. Give her to us or we will dispose of you, Dortaki slime, and tear your precious vessel apart.”

“That’s not much of a choice is it? So it's either giving up the female, land in hot water with the Union and never be allowed to live free again or die.”

“My patience grows thin.”

“What if I choose death?” The steel in Roshon’s voice scared Ilham. What if he really chose death? Would a mercenary choose to die for her? No, he was choosing death over imprisonment. It had nothing to do with her, she reasoned. Still, she fought the urge to cry out, escape the cramped hideout and protect him.

Roshon faced off against the group of intruders. The four males looked deadly and came armed. They all had a look of desperation in their eyes. He didn’t like it at all. Desperate men did desperate things. Any hope that he could bluff his way through had quickly disappeared. He was going to have to fight it out and hope the two females had some combat training while at the citadel.

“There is no need to die for the female. We can all share her.” The three males flanking Mr. Strange Voice began to giggle amongst themselves.

The thought of the pirates touching the breeder’s body made him growl deep in his throat. It was an ominous sound that echoed off the walls of the cavernous hull.

“What if I will not share?”

“You want it for yourself? The Union will have your balls for that. No sampling the wares.”

“That is between me and the Union. Now I suggest you leave before things get ugly.” Roshon was finding it hard to control his anger; that made him dangerous even to himself.

Within the hidden compartment, Zaffa readied herself for what she knew would come next. Signaling to Ilham to stay put and remain quiet, she put her hand on the release latch and pushed.

What happened next was an explosion of color and movement. Roshon tackled the male holding a blaster to his chest before he even had a chance to fire. Zaffa shot out of the compartment, shutting Ilham in behind her, firing on two other males before they knew what was happening. Roshon gauged out the eyes of the male in his grasp and ripped a chunk of flesh from his neck with his teeth before barrel rolling across the deck and sinking a blade into the chest of a second.

Zaffa stood in horror as she watched the Dortaki male battle to regain control of his rage. He hadn’t even bothered to draw his blaster. It was clear he was off center, and she had no idea if that would make him as dangerous to Ilham and herself as he had been to the would-be traffickers.

“You need to tell me RIGHT NOW…..what you have me hauling!”

“She is as I have told you. The female is called Ilham, she is a hybrid. Part Dortaki and part Alarian. She is no criminal and no runaway. She is in her time of fertility and is returning home to be inseminated.”

Roshon spun around and sneered at the motionless female. He stuck his hand out for her to see. It was shaking.

“You see this! All of this,” he motioned to the dead bodies “isn’t just for some splice female in heat. So you tell me, is she a weapon? Some new super pussy they are hawking across the galaxy? WHAT?”

Zaffa could tell that he was losing his grip. His breathing was labored and his nostrils were flared. The Dortaki were a warrior race. If she had to fight him, she may not come away unscathed.

“That is all I know.”

He stalked past her and bounded towards the compartment where Ilham was hidden. Zaffa made a move to intercept but stopped short when she saw him drop to his knees.

“Ilham. Are you unharmed?” His voice softened as he rested his head against the door. His breathing began to slow as he waited for a response.

“I am unharmed,” came the reply. For a moment Zaffa thought he saw a smile play at the corners of his mouth.

“Mister Nandu,” Zaffa interrupted “what do you remember of your planet’s mating rituals?”

From her hiding spot, she could barely make out what was going on. Ilham pressed her body against the door to hear better. She knew he was there, against the door. She could tell by the way his voice sounded. She removed her traveling robe and pressed her chest against the cool steel of the door. He was there, just on the other side. The thought made her spots itch and her nipples harden.

This feeling was lust. She knew it well. If the gods were merciful she would be able to resist it as she had many times in the past. Like all of the other females in the citadel, she was trained in the intimate arts, but she had never taken a lover. She had saved herself for a male of her choosing. This male, whose name she didn’t even know, would not be the one to take her maidenhead.

“We have no mating rituals,” Roshon ground the words out between clenched teeth.

“How then, did your people choose mates?” Zaffa’s calm demeanor belied the very real fear she felt.

“I don’t know. It's not something that was ever talked about once the females had all died. We aren’t a sentimental people.”

“Agreed, but may I ask if you are a bonded race?”

“I don’t know.” His tone told her that the conversation was now over.

Zaffa slowly approached the male, careful not to trigger any alarm in him with sudden movements.

“I will protect my charge. You should dispose of the bodies and see that we resume our trip. This way she will be out of danger.”

For a moment, Roshon looked as if he didn’t understand her words. Then, slowly, he stood up and reluctantly left his perch.

Zaffa breathed a sigh of relief. She was pretty sure she knew what was happening here, and it did not bode well for any of them. Her hope that it was only happening to Roshon was dashed as soon as she opened the compartment door and found Ilham on the floor. The female rocked back and forth, oblivious to the world, tears streaming down her face and her fist clutched between her thighs.

“Ilham…” Zaffa approached the distressed female slowly. Putting her weapon on the ground she slowly cradled her charge against her chest.

“It won’t stop. Zaffa I have gone crazy. I am a defect.”

“This is not a defect. I think I know what is happening here and it is very important that you listen to me and follow orders.” Zaffa stroked Ilham’s hair as she spoke.

“What is this?” Ilham felt so lost.

“I think that the Dortaki are a bonded race. That is why the females never return to the planet. If the female bonds with a male, she will only ever accept that one mate. And a male would become murderous if any other male, out of desperation, were to approach or violate his mate. Such a thing would cause chaos.”

“So?”

“So, I think that you and that Dortaki have somehow begun a bonding process. You are in your fertile time and so it is natural. I did not think such a thing possible since you are only half Dortaki, but apparently it has.”

Shock and then panic registered on the female’s face.

“What do we do now?”

“It seems that he is unaware of what is happening. Perhaps after losing their bonded mates, the grief was so great that they no longer spoke of it. This seems to be our advantage. He will try to stay away from you, but I am afraid his instincts may be too strong. For now you are to stay in here until we reach the citadel. Understood?”

Ilham’s heart nearly stopped at the thought of Roshon on the other side of the door, desperate to get to her yet wanting to run away. The thought of him wanting her in any way caused a wave of desire that surged through her. She would try to obey. There was too much at stake here. If she was unable to complete her insemination there would be hell to pay. The males who relied upon the citadels to continue their bloodlines would not be put off or delayed due to sentimental complications.

Zaffa’s concerns grew as she observed Ilham more closely. Her cheeks were flushed, as if she had a fever, and her breathing was ragged. If she was unable to mate with this male, would she begin to wither?

“Your body is hot, I will get you something to drink.” Zaffa left her weapon with Ilham. No use in causing any accidents with a horny Dortaki prowling. Watching Zaffa leave, Ilham felt as though the door shut her away from life itself. For the first time, she wanted to abandon her duty and surrender to a male.

Roshon saw the older female leave. For the briefest moment he thought he could smell the female still hidden in the reinforced compartment. It wasn’t the same as before; along with the sunshine and jysum there was something else. Something heavier and sweet…like the forest after a rain. Slowly, his mind recalled his mother smelling like that, especially when she was near his father. Was this how his female was supposed to smell?

Dear gods, the thought of it made him hard instantly. Whatever was happening to him was happening to her as well. Although he knew he should not, his body had already decided to claim her as his. He knew it when he faced four armed pirates with nothing but his empty hands and bare teeth. Even if he had to give her up, he would make her his own before doing so.

“Mister Nandu, do you have any rations aboard?”  Roshon tried to adjust his painful erection before facing the matron.

“Yeah, in the locker back there is water and everything. Enough for a few weeks if needs be. Why? Is she sick?”

“No, just hot and tired. It has been a trying day.”

“Why won’t she come out?”

“I have instructed her to stay away, in case there is any more….trouble.” Zaffa’s eyes lingered on his swollen crotch for a moment and then she walked away.

At a loss, Roshon approached the door. He didn’t know why. What the hell was he going to say anyway? Hey, if you don’t mind I would like to mate with you before selling you back to the citadel. Honestly, girls just love that shit.

No, he would not take her unless she called to him. If she wanted him he would have her. But he was not a monster. He would not take her. Roshon took a deep breath and had every intention of heading back to the cockpit. What he was thinking was crazy and dangerous and he knew it.

“Mister Nandu?” The voice was so small he was afraid he was imagining it “Mister Nandu is that you?”

“Roshon, my name is Roshon.” His voice was huskier than he had intended it.

“I am Ilham.” He knew, but by the gods he loved to hear her say it.

“Do you need something?” He shouldn’t be here now; shouldn’t be talking to her like this.

“No, I just…” She was closer to the door now. Her voice sounded stronger. Once again he was on his knees, his forehead pressed against the cold steel between them. Her proximity, the sound of her voice, it all shook him to his core. He couldn’t think straight.

“Ilham, do you need me?”

“Roshon…” She said it like a prayer, like a plea. It was all he could stand. He was beyond reason and beyond hope. He would have her now.

Snatching the door open he bolted it behind himself. Ilham scooted backward along the floor, trying to escape the imposing male. There would be no running and no interruptions.

The pair surveyed each other from opposite ends of the confined space. Both of them were panting heavily, skin flush, and the scent of Ilham’s arousal hanging heavily in the air.

“I am here to serve you if you need me.” This was her last chance; there would be no going back from here.

Wordlessly, Ilham stood up and pulled the dress she had been wearing over her head. She stood before him in nothing but her undergarments; little more than a few wisps of material across her breasts and between her thighs. She met his heated gaze with her own. Though she had never had a lover, she was not shy or awkward. Citadel life had accustomed her to being observed, even in her most private moments.

Taking her cue, Roshon stripped down. Yanking the jacket and shirt from his body he kicked them away impatiently as he struggled out of his holsters and discarded his weapons. She approached him as he kicked free of his boots. Wrapping her arms around his wide shoulders she captured his lower lip with her teeth and bit down hard. The little vixen had drawn blood and Roshon loved it.

His blood tasted sweet in her mouth. Ilham licked and sucked the wounded lip until it stopped bleeding. She didn’t know why she had done that, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Roshon growled in his chest and kissed her back, deeply. His demanding kiss set off a cascade of desire in Ilham. She pressed her body against his and moaned as his heated skin made contact with hers.

She tried to remember the lessons in pleasure that she had learned at the citadel. She wanted this to be pleasurable for him as well, but her mind went blank. She felt his large arms circle her waist and crush her body against his considerable frame before his hands cupped her buttocks and hauled her pelvis across his swollen crotch. She could feel the heat of his arousal through the hide pants he wore.

Roshon pushed her away from his body and shoved his pants down the length of his thighs before kicking them away as well. He heard Ilham’s breath catch as she viewed his naked body for the first time. Like most Dortaki men, his body was hairless and bronzed. His childhood on his father’s farm had given him a muscular build and his years as a mercenary had given him a unique collection of scars. They feathered across his chest and thighs, tempting Ilham to trace them with her tongue.

Ilham took a moment to drink in the splendid male before her. Alarian males had smaller frames and lean muscles. Their bodies were covered in a soft fuzz, with spots along their sides and warm pink bellies. The males had coarse manes of golden brown hair, not shiny black locks that fell in sexy curls around their shoulders. They did not growl the way that Roshon did when their bodies collided. Nor did they purr the way that Roshon did when she gripped his distended member and stroked it rhythmically from base to tip.

Roshon wanted desperately to be inside her but wasn’t prepared to lay her body on the bare floor. This hiding spot was severely wanting in creature comforts. Though it was not the way he would have wanted it, he swung his female up onto a small ledge along the wall and positioned himself between her legs. As he prepared to enter her he felt her body tense and a slight resistance against the head of his cock.

“Is this your first time?” Roshon asked, his voice filled with wonder.

She nodded and looked embarrassed for the first time since he met her. The female was a damned virgin though not an innocent at all. She had no doubt been well trained, but she had taken no lover as practice. Roshon felt honored. Ilham wound her fingers through his hair and pulled as she took his mouth. He would let her have him on her own terms. He had decided that she could have however much of him she wanted in whatever way best suited her.

Wrapping her strong legs around his narrow hips, she ground her hips against him until she felt the pressure of his cock once again at her maidenhead. He took her in a single thrust, quickly blinding her with searing pain before soothing it away with kisses along her neck and the slow rocking of his hips. Her body stretched to accommodate him inside her as his thrusts became deeper and more powerful.

Ilham raked her nails across Roshon’s back and the delicious pain only drove him into a frenzy. He could hear her soft moans as he filled her again and again with his swollen member. He meant to be gentle but could not find the control necessary to do so. He gathered large fistfuls of her hair, pulling until her back was bowed and her heaving breasts and fluttering pulse were offered up to him.  On and on it went until he thought he would go mad from the pleasure.

When he felt her body contract around him, he thought he would surely go mad. Her breathing was heavy and she was clinging to his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh trying to stay anchored to this moment. All of her senses attuned themselves to this male. She could smell his skin and the blood of his enemies and the hormone responsible for his aggression. She loved it.

Roshon drove Ilham to her climax with the furious pace of their coupling. The spasms of pleasure were so strong she was flung back against the unforgiving wall. She bit down on her own lips to keep herself from crying out. Roshon followed her, roaring as he drove his hips forward and released inside of her. They remained motionless as the violent contractions inside Ilham milked Roshon’s seed from his body.

“If you are completely finished I think we should discuss matters urgently.” Zaffa’s voice outside the door swept away any euphoria they may have experienced.

What they had just done was a crime and there would be hell to pay.