Текст книги "Alien On Fire"

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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LEIGH

Oh. Oh shit.

My eyes get huge as I fully realize what it is Nydo has planned.

He turns, the multicolored wiring standing out in stark contrast to his grey skin, and prowls towards me with predatory grace.

“Are you ready to use your word yet?” he asks, challenge in his tone, in the set of his eyes.

“No,” I say. No, not at all. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire freaking life.

He grabs my wrist, and I expect him to be rough, but his hands are gentle as he loops the cord around one wrist, then the other. I watch as he secures it to the underside of the table, my mouth impossibly dry, my pussy already wet and clenching on nothing.

Any trepidation I’ve had since talking with Niki, at the magnitude of what we’re about to attempt, disappears in the face of the pleasure Nydo’s promised.

I struggle slightly against the bonds, and he shoves me lightly onto the table, not hard but just enough to let me know he wants me to lie down.

His hands trail down my arms, across my stomach, pausing to tweak at where my nipples press against the fabric of my shirt.

I gasp at the sensation, then moan, already excited beyond belief at this game he’s playing. It feels wicked and naughty to be laid out like this, tied to the damn table in a room meant for the whole crew to eat in, but no one is on the ship but Nydo and me.

There’s no chance of anyone walking in, but it doesn’t matter.

The vague idea of it, the off-limits nature of this, is making me even hotter.

His fingertips tickle over the hem of my pants, and I stiffen as he goes down further, cupping my sex with one hand.

My head turns to the side, and I moan.

“Who does this belong to?” he growls.

“Me,” I say, resistant to the very end.

“Wrong,” he says, his voice liquid heat, those otherworldly eyes flaring red and orange, the tips of his hair throwing off sparks. “This is mine. This belongs to me. Say it.”

He waits, his hand still over my pussy. Heat begins to trickle over my folds, through my wetness, his damn powers making me squirm with renewed need. “Say it,” he says, his voice tight and controlled, whereas I’m moaning like an animal in heat, wild with need. Wild for him.

“Mine,” I tell him through gritted teeth.

His eyes flash. “Then use your safe word, and we’ll stop this,” he commands.

“No.”

“You are as stubborn as you are beautiful.” He sighs, and his hand moves further down my leg, until he pulls out a second length of cord, stopping at my ankles. These he doesn’t tie together. No, he loops the cord gently around my ankle, tugging my boot off, my sock, and tossing them over his shoulder without a care, his focus wholly on me.

One end loops through one of the bolts under the table, and then he spreads my other leg wide, looping the other end around it.

I try moving, testing the bonds.

I’m not going anywhere. The hem of my shirt has ridden up, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “So you’ve got me fully clothed and tied up. Is this it?”

“Oh, no, my little mate. My little flame. This is not it. Not at all. Lie back and let me work. At the end of this, you will admit who that cunt belongs to.”

“I will n—” My voice breaks as heat flares all over me, stinging across my skin.

My clothes are incinerated. I’m completely naked in the next instant, the table hot from Nydo’s strange, fully controlled fire.

“How did you—” I gasp as his powers caress down my body, lifting my chin and watching him.

His gaze is triumphant, victorious, and I realize he’s staring at me, watching me writhe and moan under his phantom touch.

“You’re just going to tease me, then?” I ask, but my voice is a breathy moan. “Are you afraid to touch me? Afraid to lose control?”

“Oh, little flame, when it comes to you, I will never lose control, and when I let go, it will be on purpose, to fill you up with my seed as you scream my name.”

I try to laugh, but it comes out a high, keening noise as he slicks his finger through my folds.

“So fucking wet for me, all tied up and nowhere to go,” Nydo says, his voice a luxurious taunt. “Whatever will I do with you now?”

I’m practically panting. Every nerve is all too aware of him, ready for the next touch.

“Who does this belong to?” he asks again, lowering his face between my legs. I hold my breath, not trusting myself to continue to resist him. His hot tongue darts out, and he licks long across my pussy. His powers penetrate me, warmth gliding in and out of me, even as his tongue works around my clit.

Never quite enough, never quite where I need it.

“You are a tease,” I pant, squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to beg.

That’s what he wants. He wants me to beg for more, to break down and tell him it’s his. That I am his.

It shouldn’t be so damn sexy, but it is.

“Look at me,” he rasps. “Eyes on me, little flame. Let me see you unravel. Let me watch while I set you on fire.”

He licks again, slow and sure and hot, and I lift my hips, the building ache too much for me to deny it now.

“Exquisite. Everything about you is exquisite,” he says. “Love it when you offer your sex to me, lifting your hips like such a good little mate.”

I groan again, tossing my head, his dirty talk only driving my need higher, harder.

“Do you need more?” he asks.

“Yes,” I manage, just shy of begging.

“Good,” he says approvingly, and I yelp as he slaps my pussy, then shoves a finger inside me with a wet, sloppy sound. Any blood that wasn’t already in my privates rushes there as fast as it can. His mouth moves back over me, languid, sensual, unhurried.

I’m going to fall the fuck apart, and he’s teasing me. This is his game. He wants to keep me on the edge, so fucking close, and then wait for me to beg him.

“Who does this belong to?” he asks again.

“Me,” I groan.

Sweat breaks out on my chest, my forehead. He smiles up at me, and it’s pure pleasure on his face. He’s enjoying this battle of wills.

I am too.

He reaches between us with the hand that’s not inside me, pinching my nipple.

I roll my hips, the increased sensation making it all build to a delicious, unstoppable high.

“I feel how you want me, my flame, my mate. I feel all of you clenching around me, so fucking tight. So fucking perfect. You are a work of art,” he says, and I inhale deeply. His eyes are full of emotion. “Everything about you calls to me.”

He crooks a finger inside of me, and I scream as he finds my g-spot, rubbing it in sure, steady circles.

His mouth pulls at my clit, and I’m so fucking close, tugging against the restraints, chasing the orgasm that’s just out of reach.

Then he’s gone.

His smirks up at me, and goosebumps pebble all across my skin, the loss of the building orgasm leaving me half-wild.

“Do you want to use your safe word yet?” he asks, teasing the insides of my shaking thighs with his delicious, warm fingertips.

"No," I choke out.

“Then tell me this is mine,” he demands softly, his eyes unyielding.

“No,” I repeat.

“Then let us begin again,” he says, his mouth raised in a half smile.

“Take your clothes off,” I say, unable to sit up, unable to touch him… but I want to see him.

His smile turns wide then, full, like he likes that I want to look at him, likes it very much. Slowly, sensuously, he tugs his pants off. He’s not wearing underwear, and my mouth waters at the sight of his massive, hard cock. His shirt follows, and then he’s as bare as I am.

“You’re so sexy,” I tell him, and I clench on nothing, needing more, needing… him.

His cocksure smile falters, then he’s really grinning at me, his eyes lit up with my compliment.

“I am glad you like the way I look, my little flame,” he says.

His fingers track down my inner thighs, and he kneels in front of where I’m spread wide for him, bound to the table.

“Because I like the way you look. I love the way you look, the way you move. The way you fight me for every inch. The way you think, the way you are brave. I love all these things,” he says, and the teasing tone is gone from his voice.

I falter, because it doesn’t just sound like he’s saying shit to say it.

It sounds like… he means it.

And then he blows cold air across my pussy, only to slap it again. I cry out against the wet sound, my arousal returning with a vengeance, that orgasm that built so strong through me threatening to crest.

He blows on it again, studying my reactions, my face. I’m sweating slightly, my hands clenching the cords where they wrap around my wrists and tie me to the table.

His mouth and hands start to work me all over again, until I’m shaking. Time ceases to exist. There’s nothing but my body and his, nothing but this need to come, roaring, consuming.

I don’t know how long it’s been, how many times he’s brought me to the edge only to back off, but my heart is racing and I’m so strung out on needing to orgasm I’m not sure how much longer I can deny him the words he wants so badly.

He pauses, sitting back and staring at me.

I manage to open my eyes, lifting my chin and meeting his gaze.

“I want you to be mine,” Nydo says suddenly, and I realize this isn’t the game for him I thought it was. “I want you to truly want to be mine.”

“Nydo,” I manage, trying to focus, trying to think past the pleasure and need that threatens to tow me under.

His mouth falls upon me again, two fingers inside me working relentlessly. There’s no game anymore, just Nydo, working me inside and out, bringing me to orgasm.

I writhe on the table as pleasure bursts through me, nearly weeping from the intensity of it.

“I want you so badly,” he tells me, and it sounds like a desperate secret. “I need you.”

He doesn’t ask me again if I belong to him. Instead, he lowers his body onto mine, pressing a fevered kiss against my lips. His skin is scorching where it meets mine, and he drags his cock through my slick pussy, causing me to cry out again.

“Nydo,” I say, unable to say anything but his name. I’m too far gone.

“I want you to need me too,” he says, and it’s not the rough fucking I expected when he sinks into me slowly, stretching me all over again. His hand snakes beneath my head, protecting it, and he flicks his hips back and forth.

“Lift your hips for me, my little flame,” he grunts, and I’m only too happy to comply.

“Want to touch you,” I grit out.

A rush of heat sizzles against my fingers, and the cords tying me to the table snap. I wrap my arms around Nydo’s head, my mouth clashing against his. My legs wrap around him, and I dig my heels into his back as he drives into me harder, relentless.

“Leigh, my Leigh,” he says, and it’s full of need that threatens to break my heart. “My little flame.” He pulls out, painting cum all over my stomach again.

I kiss him again, unable to tell him what he wants so badly to hear.

Afraid that it might already be true.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

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LEIGH

Roth is miniscule out the window, all green and blue and too much like Earth for me to be anything but shocked.

It’s been three days, three nights, in flight.

He hasn’t left my side since he tied me to the table. I don’t know if it was the intimacy of that moment, those hours, the fact that he brought me to orgasm a startling amount of times, or if the hormones have simply worn off, but the need to have sex has slowly dwindled to a normal amount. It no longer encompasses every other thought.

Nydo hasn’t complained though, hasn’t asked me who I belong to again.

No, he watches me with a curious expression.

It’s been like a never-ending slumber party with him, one filled with touching and kissing. My face heats just to think about it.

I’ve been trying so hard to ignore my feelings about him, but as Roth grows larger and larger, as we approach our ultimate destination… I wonder if I’m being an idiot.

Nydo is… complicated, yes.

Nydo isn’t what I expected at all.

But we’re by ourselves on the ship, no one else around for him to impress or manipulate, and I wonder if this is just some false moment, and the guard he’s seemingly let down will be firmly back in place once there are other Roth around. If he’ll turn back into the asshole he was.

He’s put me first the entire time we’ve been in flight. Made me food, washed me, comforted me. Talked through strategy with me, made me his confidant. Held me close in the small, dark hours of the night, made me laugh with a dry sense of humor I never would have guessed he possessed.

It feels like a dream.

And with Roth on the horizon, I know it’s time to wake up.

“Are you ready?” he asks me, for the one hundredth time. I think he knows, too, that this has been a strange diversion, that what we’ve had here on the ship isn’t real.

I smile at him, and it’s sad. I feel sad. “Let’s go get your throne,” I tell him. “And then I’ll go back to Earth.”

He contemplates me, his jaw twitching. “Right,” he manages.

The ship whines a warning, the proximity alarms wailing. I reach up, turning off the sound. “Looks like they found us,” I say.

We’ve been ready for this. We knew they would.

I adjust the black crown on my head, arranging my hair over one shoulder, sitting up straight and putting on the resting bitch face that Nydo laughed at yesterday and told me was perfect.

It doesn’t seem funny anymore.

Two Roth destroyers appear, and I glance over at Nydo.

For support, I realize. He reaches a hand over, and then my knuckles are against his lips.

“I will keep you safe, my flame.” He kisses my hand, and my heart squeezes with sudden affection. His nickname for me is the cutest thing ever, and way better than any other nickname I’ve had. I love it.

He lets my hand go, and I tug my gown into place, making sure everything’s where it’s supposed to be.

One of the destroyers hails us, and Nydo shoots me one last, unidentifiable look before accepting their ship’s comm.

“Identification,” the Roth captain immediately barks, filling the window with his image.

“Nydo, the King of Roth, and his queen, Leigh of Earth,” he says crisply. “We’re here to bring Roth to heel, whether peacefully or not is your choice.”

The captain stares. He laughs, and the ship beeps a warning of incoming missiles. I flip the switch, the bracelets wrapped around my bicep jingling as they move against each other.

Nydo ignites, his control over his fire and energy manipulation more precise than ever. I asked him about it yesterday, how he does it, and he just smiled at me, full of mystery. He’s a thing of beauty, the flames cascading all around him, his eyes bright orange, his hair rising on an unseen wind. A flail made of pure flame appears in his hand.

I smile, and it’s bitchy and mean.

We spent yesterday afternoon with him making up weapons out of his fire, which was cool as hell. He cycled through swords and all kinds of weird things before we decided on this one. It looks badass, and based on what he told me, it’s going to pack a real fucking punch when it comes to a fight.

Maybe I am as bloodthirsty as he says, because I love it.

It might be petty of me, but I’m enjoying the shocked look on the Roth’s face on our comm a little too much.

“You access the power of the gods?” he breathes, his face ashen. “No one has been able to tap into our primal power in centuries.”

Nydo simply glowers —and glows—and I try to pretend like this isn’t news to me. Like, yeah, of course he accesses godly powers, why wouldn’t he?

But he didn’t tell me that. He didn’t tell me that they would welcome him as not only a returning king but also a… king tapping into godly powers… and that feels, well, it doesn’t feel great.

What else hasn’t he told me?

“You took a human as queen?”

“I am his mate,” I tell him, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Nydo’s mouth twitch into a possessive smile.

“You are a human,” he says. “You cannot be our queen. You do not bear the marks of matehood.”

“Speak to my mate again and I will destroy your ship where you stand.”

He drops his gaze, and my heart beats faster. That’s not the first time someone has brought up mating marks, or whatever. Roghat at the settlement did, too. The warning light that signals their ships are targeting us stops blinking.

They’re not going to blow us out of the sky. Nydo told me he could blow up their plas missiles before they even left their silos, but I’m not sure I believe him.

If he was able to do that, then why did he let the destroyer at Ikkox get so close? He could have just blown it out of the sky, without my one-in-a-million crack shot at the auto-aim.

Nydo shoots a glance my way, and I nod once, swiping the comms tablet and alerting Roghat’s ships that they’re clear to uncloak. They wink into being all around, about fifty strong, all equipped with Roth weapons tech.

The other settlements Lyko and Ayro are trying to drum up support at will be key in taking down the Overlord’s massive warship, but it’s a sign of how few Roth are left that this is all we need to take Nydo’s home planet.

“This is my honor guard,” Nydo says, his voice dripping with disdain. “We will land on Roth now.”

“But the Overlord—”

“The Overlord’s days are numbered,” I say. “We are here to cement our place as king and queen, to honor the old ways and the gods of Roth, and then we will take care of the Overlord.”

“Do you doubt us?” Nydo finishes, our carefully planned speech going just as we rehearsed.

The ball on the end of the fire flail glows white-hot, and I squint at the comms screen.

“If you do,” Nydo continues, his lazy, self-satisfied drawl returning. I haven’t heard him like this in days, I realize. I try to hide my surprise, shifting in my seat. “If you do doubt us, we can make sure you never doubt anything ever again.”

“You are cleared for entry,” the Roth officer on the screen says. “We honor the old ways,” he adds, now staring openly at me. “We will welcome your future queen and mate.”

The comms drop, and I’m left alone with Nydo.

“Strap in,” he says gruffly, his flail and flames disappearing.

“What, exactly, are the old ways? You told me it was just a ceremony,” I say, suspicion growing, a knotty, thorny ball of it making my stomach roil. “You told me they would give me a crown and put me on a throne. You didn’t say anything about mating marks. Or that they thought your powers were holy. Those are both kind of big things to leave out.”

His jaw twitches, and I’m full of doubt.

I hadn’t realized how much I was starting to trust him until this moment, when it’s been ripped away from me.

Nydo’s fingers flick across the control board, and then we’re soaring to Roth, which looms larger and larger, much like the pit in my stomach.

I pull the safety webbing over myself, preparing for landing.

And preparing for the inevitable possibility that I’ve let my emotions, my barest trust in a Roth, lead to my own downfall.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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NYDO

She suspects. My little flame, my red-haired mate, is stiff and nervous next to me. We descend from the ship into the once-bustling heart of Roth.

The Overlord is off planet, as I already knew, thanks to the Suevan intel gathered at the same prison where I found my sweet, prickly mate.

“My king,” the Roth greet me in the traditional way, by pounding their fists at their shoulders and stamping their feet.

“We require the mating ceremony at once,” I say. “Take my chosen and prepare her.”

Leigh’s green eyes are as full of fire as mine, and when I look at her, she simply swallows and glances away.

I half-expect her to object, to fight me, and I wonder at her apparent surrender.

I told her things would be different on planet. I told her we would have to have a ceremony to honor the gods, to show the Roth that humans could be mates and not just bred upon.

I did not tell her what it involved.

I was too afraid she would say no. That she would turn from me.

But the mating marks are key, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that the female humans of Earth do not become chattel in the gristmill of the Roth’s hunt for power.

I soak in the planet, wishing things were different. Wishing I was coming home with a completely willing bride, with a female who gazed upon me with adoration.

And knowing all the same that I would not love a female who was not my Leigh, my little flame.

“Do not touch her save to prepare her for the ceremony,” I growl.

Leigh licks her lips, and I scent her nervousness.

“I will make it better,” I tell her.

She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. I know her well enough now to see the hurt and distrust emanating from every stiff line of her body.

I should have told her. Something, anything, more than what I did.

The Roth guardsmen lead her away, through the temple opening, the temple my uncle, the Overlord, has all but abandoned in his wild grab for power and a way to stop our species from dying out.

This is the only way.

I am convinced of it.

If Leigh truly cares for me, as she made me believe she did, she will see it too.

I stare after her, waiting for her to turn back to me, to look back, anything, but she does not. She strides on, keeping pace with the guards, her head lifted high and back straight, her red hair reflecting the light of the traditional torches.

“My king,” someone says.

“What?” I snarl.

“You must prepare for the ceremony as well,” they say nervously.

Roghat, whose ship only just landed behind ours, saunters towards me. “Come on, old friend, let us prepare you for the ceremony. Take the crown, as you wish. Then we can move on and attack the Overlord, and your plan will be complete, yes?”

I nod.

But it’s another lie.

It won’t be complete.

It can’t be complete until Leigh admits she is mine.

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