Текст книги "Alien Tyrant"

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CHAPTER ELEVEN Cece

Can someone please explain how I have ended up here?

OK, I knew how I’d ended up grabbed by yet another alien gladiator-looking dude. At least, sort of. The guy had been assigned to watch me, clearly. And clearly, I hadn’t been as stealthy as I had thought, sneaking out of the other side of the tent.

Yeah, it probably wasn’t a great idea to try to leave the tent. But what choice did I have? Just sit there like some princess in a tower waiting for my hunky alien with three fucking tongues to come back and bed me? No way. I’d seen that monster cock. That was not going to happen.

I’d stayed in the tent a long time after Buroudei had left, partly in shock, and partly because I was pretty sure I’d never walk again after that orgasm. I was in shock that it had even happened, for one thing, and that he had left so quickly afterwards. At some point, though, my curiosity got the better of me, and I knew I couldn’t stay there anymore. Not to mention the fact that I still needed to try to get back to the wreckage for supplies, and try, somehow, to find my friends. If there was anything left of them.

My clothes were stiff with dried blood and sweat, but Rika had left a tunic-like garment, similar to the one she’d worn, by my bed. I’d put in on, and had had to hold back a laugh at how insanely huge it was on me. This species sure wasn’t lacking in the height department. Or girth. Oh, God.

When I’d crept to the main flap of the tent I’d seen the two hulking warrior dudes waiting right outside, armed to the teeth. Or, fangs, in this case. There was no way I would have made it out that way. So I’d gone back to the other side, pulling up at one of the walls of the tent and crawling out under it, burrowing through the sand as I did so. I didn’t know if they heard me or smelled me or what, but I’d only made it a little ways before one of them yelped a warning, and the other one had caught up to me in about two seconds flat.

And that was how I’d ended up here, screaming my head off as yet another alien refused to let me go.

But this felt different. This wasn’t my alien. This wasn’t the one I knew. The one I sort of trusted now. The one I maybe kind of actually liked. And when this alien’s gigantic blade came up to hover under my chin, I felt the difference between them keenly.

Other alien men were gathering around us now, staring and calling out as I fought my captor.

“Fuck you, and fuck your fucking stupid sword,” I screamed, wriggling and kicking, trying to do anything to get out of this embrace. The alien holding me said something, gripping me tighter, and the others watching moved closer.

I didn’t like the look of this. At all. Buroudei was nowhere to be seen, and I didn’t trust any of these new guys as far as I couldn’t throw them. Which, considering their impressive weight to my paltry upper body strength, was saying something.

Did I really survive getting abducted on Earth, space travel, and an insane crab attack, only to get snuffed out here, now? It couldn’t be true. Although, I was somewhat heartened to notice that the guy holding me didn’t seem like he was exactly itching to use his weapon on me. He was swinging his head around above me, as if looking for someone. Waiting for instructions?

And then I heard it. An alien howl, primal and furious and powerful beyond measure. Goosebumps exploded over my skin, my hair standing on end at the sound. Suddenly the men standing around watching were practically falling over themselves to get out of the way of something.

Or someone.

Buroudei.

I never thought I’d be so fucking happy to see my alien tyrant. The one who’d kidnapped me. Who’d saved me. Who’d made me come so hard I’d seen stars. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who thought he was a tyrant – Buroudei was hauling ass, and the other men were basically jumping out of his way. The guy holding me had frozen totally still in submissive fear. To be honest, I was a little scared, too. Buroudei was almost unrecognizable as he hurtled towards us, his face viciously dark, his blade high in the air, about to strike.

Before he could reach us, another alien stepped in, so quick and smooth it was like water. I had no idea where he came from, but suddenly there he was, with his own impressive weapon and a deeply scarred face, knocking Buroudei’s blade to the side. I felt my chest lurch in sick fear, not for myself, but for Buroudei. I didn’t know who this other guy was, but he seemed dangerous. I was pretty certain Buroudei could hold his own, but the thought of him getting hurt, or maybe even dying, was absolutely heart-rending. Which was absurd, considering I’d basically just met the guy. But there it was.

Rapid conversations were happening all around me, words I longed to understand. An impressively tall, older-looking alien spoke, his gruff voice authoritative, and the scarred alien responded. Buroudei looked like he was about to tear the scarred guy’s head off. I need to defuse this. I need to get to him. I couldn’t help but feel that I had somehow caused all this by leaving the tent, even though it had felt like my only option.

In the confusion, my captor’s grip had slackened, and it gave me the chance I needed to slip out from his arms. I raced to Buroudei, clamping onto him with the ferocity of an angry toddler. I had no clue what that would accomplish – I wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of being used as a human shield, but I just knew I had to be with him now. His arm immediately pulled me in, and once again I was struck by how different Buroudei felt to the other alien who had held me. There was a familiarity with him, a warmth beneath the hardness, a seductive sort of safety. I burrowed in closer.

The scarred alien was staring at us intensely. Then he put his weapon away, and I let out a tiny squeak of relief. He said something to Buroudei, and Buroudei responded, his voice a deep rumble that I felt in his chest.

Whatever Buroudei said, it must have been a bombshell. Gasps and tongue clicks of surprise ran through the group, and the scarred warrior’s eye glimmers exploded outward, pulsing. The tall, older alien approached us, speaking rapidly, and I felt Buroudei’s tail thrashing behind us in the sand. They were all looking at me.

Guess it’s time to introduce myself.

I cleared my throat.

“Um. Hello. I’m Cece. From Earth.”

The older alien reared back, and the scarred one’s jaw worked furiously, his expression hard and twisting. Buroudei said something else, gesturing at a large tent, and after a long moment, the scarred alien and the older one, along with a few others, headed towards it as the rest of the men dispersed. Buroudei seemed like he would follow, but then his hands were on me – my hips, my waist, my neck, my jaw. He lowered his forehead to mine, saying something dark and quiet and sweet-sounding, and without thinking I raised my hands to his shoulders. God, his shoulders were huge, the muscles hard as stone. Barbarous male energy radiated off of every inch of him, and it was kind of... doing something to me. I couldn’t lie – seeing him barrelling towards us, weapon raised, ready to defend me at all costs, had been weirdly enticing. I knew I was strong and didn’t need rescuing. That I could take care of myself. At least, that was how it had been on Earth. That’s what Grammy had always told me. But since I’d been abducted, all bets were off in that department. And, frankly, it felt good to have someone on my side, someone who, for some reason, seemed hellbent on protecting me. Even if that someone was now sporting a raging erection.

Heat slammed through me. Something about repeatedly almost dying on this God-forsaken planet was leaving me feeling weird, almost drunk. My inhibitions were fading fast.

“I’m glad you’re OK,” I whispered, my face still turned up to Buroudei’s. He was bent to me, our faces so close the I could count each coppery spark in his alien eyes. My gaze fell to his mouth, then, and I realized I wanted to kiss him. Do aliens even kiss? Whatever. We’d make it work.

Slowly, so slowly, I raised myself on tiptoe and moved my mouth to his.

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CHAPTER TWELVE Buroudei

My mate was certainly prone to surprising me. Including now, by pressing her mouth to mine. It caught me off guard, and I remained still, waiting to see what else she would do, every muscle thrumming. My hands were like stone against her jaw, and I had to fight to remain gentle, reminding myself that I could crush her if I was not careful.

She made a small sound, her lips softening and parting against mine, her soft wet tongue poking out against my mouth, trying to work its way in. I let her have her way, opening my mouth slightly. She sighed against me – steady, Buroudei, steady – and her single tongue met my three. I felt a shiver run through her body, and my cock pulsed with insistent need against her abdomen.

The people of the Sea Sands used their mouths in all sorts of ways to create pleasure. But this, this pressing of one mouth to another, was usually reserved for mates. It was the first time I had done such a thing with a female. It felt even more intimate than my tongues at her cunt. But it was just as sweet. I felt her make little gasps as the three tips of my tongue brushed hers, working their way into her welcoming mouth, running along her blunt teeth. My tongue in her mouth reminded me of a cock in a cunt, and the image inflamed me. I had to pull myself away, then, my thumb brushing her wet lower lip.

“If I did not have another Gahn and his men waiting for me at my tent, I would have to take you right here on the sands.”

She muttered a long string of her lilting words. And for a moment, I was totally bereft at not understanding her. An ache opened up in my chest, and without thinking I grasped one of her small hands, placing it on my skin, right above that ache.

“Feel this,” I hissed, and her big eyes grew even bigger. If we could not communicate with words, I would find another way. I would make her feel me. My heart thundered beneath my skin, beneath her hand. “Feel this. This is for you. This is yours.”

She did not yet know what it meant to have the heart of a Gahn. But she would learn.

I heard my name, and though I wished it were coming from Zeezee’s lips, it was not. It was Galok, calling me from my tent where the others waited. I adjusted my loincloth, trying to ease some of my discomfort there. I pulled Zeezee’s hand from my chest and held it carefully, leading her forward. For once, she followed and did not fight me. But I did not know if that was bad or good.

We reached my tent, and Galok tried to hide how much he stared, though he failed miserably. This was the first time he had seen Zeezee awake and moving. He held my tent’s flap open for us, his eyes lingering on Zeezee’s face as she ducked under his arm. A warning growl grew in my throat as I watched him sniff the air as she passed. He ducked his head, whipping his tail up over his eyes in apology. The tent flap fell closed as we all moved in.

Taliok, Oxriel, and Gahn Irokai were standing, facing us. Their weapons were sheathed, but the tension in their bodies was clear. They were ready to fight if needed. The uneasy decorum from earlier had evaporated, leaving only danger and mistrust. I held Zeezee protectively at my side. I had thought about sending her back to the healers’ tent, with more guards this time, but that wouldn’t do. Not now that they had seen her. Besides, I didn’t trust anyone in my tribe to keep her safe but me. I would not let her leave my side.

“Gahn Buroudei. I demand an explanation.” Gahn Irokai’s voice was gruff but mostly level. Yet I understood the threat there, beneath the calm surface. Though he and his men were greatly outnumbered, they could do bloody battle with us and still cause significant damage to the tribe. But he was right. He needed to understand what was going on. Now that Zeezee was pressed tight to my side, the animosity from earlier had dissipated, and my usually clear head was returning.

“I will explain. And I will forgive your man Taliok’s disrespect earlier, when he crossed blades with me.”

Gahn Irokai’s tail moved in satisfaction, but Taliok grunted.

“I thought she was my mate. I thought you were going to kill her.”

I bit back a bark of irritation.

“You need to learn to watch your tongues around another Gahn.”

Gahn Irokai tensed, and Taliok’s hand moved, ever so slightly, towards the long blade at his belt. Galok shifted into a defensive stance. Every instinct in me screamed to defend myself and my tribe and my territory and destroy the men before me. My lip curled back from my fangs.

Just then, Zeezee shifted against me, drawing in closer, sensing the tension. I forced my pride down, something I was not accustomed to. But I did it for her. I would not have her at the centre of this bloodshed. I breathed out, and the others visibly relaxed.

“If you thought she was your mate I can understand your reaction. As I said before, I am willing to overlook it now.”

Gahn Irokai glanced at silent Taliok, then back at me.

“Very well,” he said.

I told them everything I knew. I told them how the Lavrika had come to me, just as it had come to Taliok. I told them how today, a great creature had fallen from the sky, spilling women from its belly. And I told them that Zeezee was the only female here, the rest of them taken by Gahn Fallo. At those lasts words, Taliok hissed, turning to pace the length of the tent as I finished speaking.

“That is everything. All I know.”

Gahn Irokai watched me for a long moment.

“I believe you.”

“Good. Because it is the truth.”

The other Gahn raked his claws over his braid.

“Taliok, stop that incessant pacing. I cannot think.”

Taliok’s tail thrashed, but he slowed, coming to a stop next to Oxriel. His hand was tight on the hilt of his blade, but that caused me no concern. I knew that he was picturing using that weapon on Gahn Fallo, now. Not me.

“I do not think a meeting of the Gahns is prudent now. I do not think Gahn Fallo would agree to go or agree to give up the women. Especially if any of them are mates to his men. If he knows our people can mate with them, he will keep them at all costs,” Gahn Irokai said.

Taliok made a choked sound.

“I agree with you.” I paused, wondering how to broach the next part, then decided to just forge forward with it. “When you told me of Taliok’s news, I was glad. I was hoping we could ally ourselves against Gahn Fallo.”

Taliok started pacing again, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. Gahn Irokai watched him, then came to a quick decision.

“This is something that will affect all the people of the Sea Sands. This is the future of our tribes. We cannot have Gahn Fallo in control. We will stand with you against him. We will ride back tonight and gather our forces immediately. If we ride hard, night and day, we can make the journey home and back here in three days’ time.”

I grunted. This was acceptable.

Taliok raised his tail so quickly I barely registered the movement before stalking out of the tent, followed by Oxriel. Gahn Irokai raised his tail, as did I, before he left, too. I turned to Galok.

“Go with them. Help them ready their irkdu, and give them valok and meat.”

Galok turned to follow my orders, letting the tent flap fall closed behind him as he left. I was relieved that Gahn Irokai had agreed to ally with us. But I was still wary. We hadn’t talked about what would happen after we were victorious against Gahn Fallo. I could easily be trading one enemy for another.

But those thoughts would have to wait. Because now it was just my mate and me, alone in my tent. And every part of my body was painfully aware of her.

She was chattering away, gesturing wildly after the men who had left. She moved from my side, walking around the perimeter of the tent, examining the various things in my home. There wasn’t much – my dakrival hide bed, my seat, some bone shelves with valok plants and candles, and extra weapons. I watched her as she moved from item to item, her eyes bright, her voice quick-spirited. There was an analytical intelligence about her. I got the sense she was trying to understand everything she saw.

“Zeezee,” she said, hitting her chest. “Buroudei.” She pointed at me. Then she pointed at the wall of the tent.

She was trying to learn more words. Pride swelled inside me. My mate certainly was intelligent. She wanted to understand this place, wanted to understand our language. Then I remembered that she already knew some words, like ablik and valok. Fierce jealousy pierced me as I thought of another Sea Sand man teaching her those things. Not for the first time, questions about who she was and where she’d come from burned inside me. But I had no way to ask.

She was still pointing at the tent, her slim finger poking at it as she watched me questioningly.

“Dakrival hide,” I said. “Tent. Tent.”

She repeated the word, scrunching up her face as she garbled the pronunciation. I could not help but smile. It was adorable. I moved forward almost without noticing, like a drizelfly drawn to flame. She was pointing at other things now, and I indulged her demanding finger. It felt good to be able to give her something, to understand what she wanted.

“Bone shelf. Shelf. Axe. Valok candle. Sand.”

She nodded, her face drawn in concentration as she took in each word, repeating it all dutifully. Then she started miming various actions. She brought her hand to her mouth as if eating.

“To eat.”

She took that in, working her mouth around the sounds.

“To eat valok,” she said, and I wanted to burst with admiration for her intelligence.

“Eat valok. You eat valok. I eat valok,” I corrected her gently. She nodded, repeating my sentences. Then she started walking back and forth, before stopping and looking at me expectantly.

“To walk. You walk. Zeezee walks.”

She nodded again, then started to run, her breasts bouncing beneath the woven peet grass tunic.

I cocked my head, as if in confusion. I knew what she wanted. But I wanted to see her body bounce more as she ran. She ran a little zigzag around the tent, and as she passed by me I caught her arm.

“To run.”

Before she could repeat after me, I brought my mouth down to hers.

This time I opened my mouth to her right away. I did not hesitate.

And neither did she.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN Cece

OK, Buroudei was definitely getting the hang of the whole kissing thing. But then again, how could he not be good at it with three tongues? The centre part of his tongue lapped against mine, the outer ones swirling against my teeth and the insides of my cheeks. When his fangs grazed the inside of my lower lip I couldn’t help but groan into his mouth, sensation rocketing down my body and between my legs. His skin was so warm under my hands. Hold on. When had my hands moved to his waist? Apparently my body was just doing whatever the hell it pleased now.

Maybe it’s not just your body that’s pleased.

My cheeks burned with the realization. There was no denying the raw, animal attraction that existed between us. And I couldn’t even pretend it was just that. Outside, when everyone had been going crazy and drawing weapons left and right, I had been worried. Really, truly worried, that he would get hurt. I was starting to care about my alien gladiator. And caring for him seemed like a very bad idea.

But then again... was it that bad? It’s not like I had a hope in hell surviving this planet without him. It made sense to try to form a connection with him. So far he’d proven himself to be protective of me and even sort of kind. So what if he was a bit scary, and apparently super horny? The wetness building between my legs told me that he wasn’t the only one.

Maybe we’re more alike than I thought.

But when he once again pulled aside his loincloth, the idea that we were alike shattered into a million tiny pieces. That was absolutely not a human cock.

For one thing, it was huge. And Buroudei’s whole body, besides his head, was hairless. The copper sheen of his skin faded into rich brown and black at his groin, the same way it did at his forehead, feet, and the tip of his tail. There didn’t seem to be any foreskin that I could see – the whole shaft and head was one smooth, dark organ. It thickened at the base, with two smaller spikes of flesh on either side, mimicking his three-part tongue. It was almost trident-like. Not going to lie, it was an extremely impressive setup. But not one that I was ready to have inside me just yet.

Um... Yet?

Buroudei was growling something against my neck, his hands squeezing my ass. The first time he’d done that, when we’d just met, it had seemed abominably rude. Now, apparently I couldn’t get enough, and my hips arched against him hungrily. Before I could talk myself out of it, I let a finger slip down his hard chest and abdomen, gently touching his tip. God, the skin there was hot. And just as hard as the rest of him.

The glimmers of his eyes were spread wide across his eyes. His nostrils flared as I stroked his tip lightly.

He was staring at me silently, totally still, his hands frozen and tight against me. The fact I had brought this monster to a total standstill with just the touch of my hand was totally insane. And totally hot. I moved my hand faster, and watched in fascination as his lip drew back from his fangs.

I moved my hand down to explore the two smaller spikes of flesh on either side of his cock. For academic purposes, of course. They stood upright, alongside his cock, but they weren’t nearly as hard. The flesh was pliable yet firm, almost like cartilage. I had both my hands down there now, each hand gently stroking and pressing on the small spikes. Buroudei groaned something unintelligible, and I watched his tip grow wet, the shaft twitching as his dark balls grew tight against his body. Well, that’s something like human men, at least.

I thought about things I had done with human men, wondering how they’d translate. I wondered if I could make him come like this, just from touching. Heat pooled between my legs, and my breath came in ragged pants as I tightened my grip on his main shaft, beginning to pump my hand.

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