Alien Romance: Stranded With The Alien Assassin: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Mates Book 3) (8 page)

She didn’t expect it, completely caught off-guard, but there was his warmth against her body. D’Anil’s lips captured hers in his own and Jayne responded immediately. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her to him until she couldn’t breathe anymore. “What are you doing?”

D’Anil breathed softly, their lips within mere millimeters of one another. “I wanted you to shut up,” he said softly, eyes still closed and forehead resting on hers, “You can’t save them all, Jayne. You’re not that stupid that you actually think that.”

“Someone has to,” she replied resolutely, “I’ll start with Sophie… And then I’ll come back for the others.”

He kissed her again harshly. “Be quiet,” he ordered. Jayne shivered, obeying. She kissed along his beard and down his throat. It had been over a month since they’d been together, and yet Jayne felt like there was no in-between time, like they were picking up right where they left off. Except this time, they weren’t drunk. And this time, she didn’t have her hands tied.

She wanted to kiss him, and as he sighed, tilting his head to the side to make room for her mouth, Jayne realized that she hadn’t wanted to stop the night that they started this. For the past month, she’d blamed it on the alcohol and her nervousness of entering the slave trade. But she was on her way home. She was about to be free again in a matter of a couple of days.
He was pretty decent
, she told herself, trying to dismiss it,
You’re just excited to be gone from this place
.

“You’re infuriating,” he breathed, yanking on her hair roughly. Jayne gasped, and D’Anil kissed a trail up her throat, “Get on the bed, Jayne.” When she didn’t move, too eager to move away from his mouth, he pushed at her. Jayne’s knees hit the mattress, and she fell back. The bed groaned loudly, even louder when he joined her. “I should have taken you on a proper mattress.”

“Why didn’t you?” she asked. His head dipped down to her collarbone, nipping softly. Her fingers entwined in his brown hair, chest arching up to be touched. “I was your slave after all. Wasn’t that the point?”

He looked up at her, his brown eyes meeting her green. In utmost seriousness, he said, “I told you I didn’t buy you for that.”

Jayne didn’t know what to say to that, and she didn’t think he wanted a response. D’Anil didn’t say anything more, pulling Jayne’s top off and throwing it onto the dusty floor. The old cot they laid on was rough against her skin, much rougher than she was used to, but it was better than the desert floor they fucked on the first time.

She pushed her hips up to remove her bottoms, smiling as she watched him survey her body. There was still that look in his eye, calculating, looking over every part of her skin that he hadn’t had the chance to look at before. In the darkness of the house, she could still see his eyes grow darker with lust.

“D’Anil,” she whispered, growing impatient. Her body writhed beneath his, his legs straddling her hips. Jayne pulled him down to kiss her again, untying the laces on his leather vest, pulling off his undershirt. She moaned softly at the feeling of his hairy chest brushing against her nipples.

Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, and in that moment, it started to feel like there was nothing going on outside that room. No one chasing them down when they realized Sophie was gone, not even a girl sleeping downstairs or a family living in a home just twenty feet away. No sun that would burn them and boil them as soon as they left the cover of their temporary home.

He took the hint, his hands moving between them to take off his trousers. Once he was fully divested of his clothing, the two laid together in bed, their tongues battling with one another and enjoying the feeling of their bare skin against one another, a feeling that they hadn’t been able to enjoy the time before.

Jayne also found that it was better, being sober this time around. She could focus more on how soft his hair actually was, how good it felt between her fingers as she tugged and pulled. She could focus on his skin, so cool compared to hers, and had to remind herself that his species was more cold-blooded. Surprisingly, it only made her burn more for him.

Her legs opened up, wrapping around his waist, and D’Anil didn’t waste another moment. Aligning himself, he took himself in hand and pressed into her. He hid his face in the curve of her neck, but it didn’t hide the groan that escaped past his lips, still so unused to a human woman’s heat wrapped around his length.

Jayne smiled to herself. If she could get that reaction out of a man who always tried to hide his feelings, she could do anything. “Tell me what you want, Master,” she murmured softly, the new title so foreign on her lips. It felt dirty, almost wrong, to give into something she’d only been pretending to be, what she’d really been fighting against the entire time. But Jayne meant it. He could be her Master in this dirty room for this one hot day.

It caught him by surprise as well, his hips jutting forward to bury himself completely at the hilt. When D’Anil realized Jayne was being serious, a corner of his lips turned up. “I want you to scream my name this time,” he told her, as his hips started to move faster and faster, “You’re not holding back this time. The whole desert is going to hear you crying for my cock,
slave
.”

Jayne whimpered, turning her head to the side and her eyes squeezing shut. She didn’t remember being so sensitive, though that could be from the roleplay. Already, she felt herself starting to tighten, could feel the first wave of pleasure start to hit her as he angled his hips to brush over her sweet spot.

Jayne cried out, bucking up into him. Her hands moved all over him, doing what they couldn’t before and memorizing each inch of his skin. Her fingers pressed and dug into his shoulders, nails biting at his flesh. They smoothed down his back, feeling his muscles tighten and contort as his body moved over her. They brushed over his lips before she pressed her mouth against his.

“Yes,” she sighed, “Yes, Master… I want your cock. Please, harder!”

She didn’t think he actually could fuck her harder, but D’Anil proved Jayne wrong. He snapped his hips into hers, and she could feel where she would have rug burns from the cot, her body jostling about like a doll’s. It should have been demeaning. She should have felt like a toy meant only for his pleasure, but Jayne didn’t. She felt empowered and completely lost in the pleasure that he was giving her.

Soon, her cries stopped making any sense, unable to form actual words. As D’Anil dipped his head down to suck at one of her nipples, Jayne finally gave in, screaming his name as her body shot up from the bed. Her core squeezed and tightened all around him, milking D’Anil for his own orgasm. But he resisted, if only for a minute more, as he thrust one, twice, three times more into Jayne before he reached his own climax.

They were both covered in sweat and too hot to hold one another, but Jayne settled for his hand as they laid side by side on the mattress. She exhaled softly, then found herself laughing. D’Anil frowned with confusion, and she leaned forward to try to kiss it away, but could only stay close for a couple of seconds before she fell back down onto the cot, her brown hair spread in all directions.

“You should have fucked me again
weeks
ago,” she murmured.

D’Anil smiled. “Shut up and go to sleep.”

Jayne turned to her side, smirking. “Yes,
Master
.”

Chapter Eight

They didn’t end up sleeping much, but D’Anil wouldn’t blame Jayne for it. The third and fourth time they’d gone around, it was completely his idea, pulling Jayne up by the hips right as she was starting to fall asleep and fucking her from behind for the third time, and sleepily making love to her the fourth time, moving slow as their limbs were becoming too tired and heavy to carry on anymore.

And while each time had been just as amazing as the time before, they felt a little regretful when they had to leave. Surprisingly, Sophie had the most energy out of all of them.

She looked at them with careful eyes, and Jayne knew that she had heard them the night before. Her suspicions were answered when D’Anil found one of his other hideouts. While the girls stood out in the night air, Sophie crossed her arms and said quietly, “I was wondering why he was helping us. I think I know now.”

“It’s for money,” Jayne answered, “I promised him 1,000 imdallions… Which I’m sure we could get, once we report everything that’s been happening here.”

Sophie didn’t look at Jayne, staring straight ahead at the house that the man was rummaging through. “He’s in it for more than just money, Jayne. You know that… Otherwise, you wouldn’t be rewarding him at all.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you want to punish every wrongdoer here, but you want to pay someone who helped smuggle us into the city.”

Jayne opened her mouth to argue, but she didn’t know what she could say. It had been something she battled with since she first started to humanize D’Anil, and that was weeks ago, when they were still living in his apartment.

It was only getting harder to imagine reporting him, handing him into the authorities and watch the Empire punish him by law. But it was something Jayne was going to have to deal with soon. “He’s… Helping us,” she said, “He’s risking a lot to be here, and even if it’s just for his stupid money, it’s still better than the others that left us to rot.”

Before Sophie could continue the conversation, D’Anil stepped out, another pack in hand. Jayne smiled gratefully and grabbed it from him, taking a water bottle out to drink. She pretended the conversation never happened, that things were just as they were the day before, but Jayne could feel it, the burning of Sophie’s gaze, the entire time.

Luckily, with the pace that D’Anil set, it only took them the two days to make it. It was easier, a faster trip, when there were less people to carry out and take care of, even with the sun to deal with this time, a factor they hadn’t had to work with before. Once they all knew they would make it by sunrise, both Jayne and Sophie’s moods lifted considerably.

They even started to talk about things like they had before, in their rooms. Jayne talked about her family some more, and her work with kids at the school. Sophie went on about some boy that she had a crush on, how he always preferred blondes anyways. “I’m still dying it back, once we get home,” she mused, playing with her light locks.

“I like you better with the red hair,” Jayne smiled as they stopped for a break. She took a swig from a water bottle, then passed it to D’Anil. He took it gratefully. He had been silent the whole trip, save for orders telling them to speed up, or to head into another direction. “You could rock the blonde.”

“No thanks,” he scoffed, “I don’t even trust people to cut my hair, let alone change its color… My mom always liked my brown hair anyways. Brown like hers.”

Jayne took the water bottle back, sipping. “You never mentioned you had a mother.”

“Everyone has one, don’t they?” Sophie asked.

Her friend smiled. “I’m not allowed to ask questions, so I have to start getting creative with convincing him to tell me things.”

D’Anil took the water bottle and put it back with the rest of the pack. He’d have to refill these at some point. He’d only saved enough in the other packs they’d passed by, leaving them behind so that
one
person could survive. If things went wrong for the three of them, the water could become an issue. “She died during summer season,” he said, “Before we were able to get into the caverns. And we’ll all die the same way if we don’t get a move on.”

Jayne frowned. She didn’t expect the tale to come so easily, and she didn’t expect it to be so sad. But he didn’t dwell. He just kept on walking. Jogging up to him, she caught him by the arm. Sophie hung back, looking up at the stars in the sky. She didn’t care about his past, not like Jayne did. “Hey, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“How old were you?”

“Too young,” he answered. He could feel Jayne’s presence weighing on him, her curiosity growing. He rolled his eyes. “Twelve. It was about fifteen years ago, happy?”

“No,” Jayne said softly, and hugged her body into his arm, kissing his bicep. And just as quickly as she was there, her warmth left him, giving D’Anil distance. “But I won’t pry anymore. Sorry.”

And she kept her word. The rest of the trip was simple chit-chat, falling silent only when the sky started to turn blue again, and they all stopped in front of a group of clay huts. And in the middle of them, there was the tallest one. The tallest clay building. Jayne stopped walking completely as she remembered the scene, remembered how she first saw all of this while being shoved out of a ship. A ship that was still there. “How is it still here?” she asked.

“Summer season,” D’Anil answered, “They don’t do trips during the summer season. The odds wouldn’t be worth it, the people they’d lose…” He sighed, looking at the large ship that sat on the edge of the circles, completely lifeless. If not for the gleam of the rising sun on the metal, it would look as abandoned as the base it inhabited. “Can you fly it?” he asked.

“That?” Jayne asked, nodding her head towards it. Her breathing picked up. This was the first time she’d ever been out of her planet before. She’d never had the money for it before that. She didn’t even have the money for it now, having been forcibly taken.

“I can drive it a little bit,” Sophie said, coming up from behind them, her eyes fixed on it. “My little brothers are both obsessed with being space commanders. If there’s a manual or something, and coordinates for another place we could go… I think I might be able to try. I’d need a co-pilot, too.”

Jayne met her blue eyes and nodded. “Hey, as long as you tell me what to do, I can try not to blow this thing up.”

D’Anil looked at the both of them, unsure. “How did either of you expect to get off this planet before?”

Sophie smiled wanly at him. “That was Jayne’s job to get us here,” she said, “Now, I’m going to go figure out how to get this thing working.” She didn’t tell D’Anil goodbye or thank you for helping them, and it was only when Jayne realized the rude gesture that she realized she’d also need to do that too.

She looked at D’Anil, a hint of desperation in her eyes. “So… I guess… I guess this is it.”

He crossed his hands over his chest, not quite looking at her. He was doing that thing again, building up walls around himself and pushing her out. “Yeah, well, just figure out a way to mail me my money,” he said, “I’ll probably have to change my address. Alem is going to know it was me that helped get you in. But that’s fine; there’s other cities.”

Jayne shook her head. Was D’Anil, the epitome of all that was stoic in the universe,
rambling
? “D’Anil, I need to tell you something, and I also need to ask you something,” she said.

“Of course you do,” he sighed.

She swallowed just as she heard the ship start, the engines revving and vibrating. Sophie called for her to come help, but Jayne stayed glued to the spot in front of him.
Why lie
?
Why tell the truth
? she thought, remembering the old woman and the son. How they treated her with distrust. D’Anil… He deserved better than that. And at this point, it would be too late for him to do anything about the lie she told. Besides maybe kill her.

“I’m not actually a schoolteacher,” she blurted out. Her arms fell tightly to her sides, hands balling into fists. Jayne looked down at her feet. “I… I actually work for the New York City police department.”

“What?”

She sighed. “I work for a justice team where I live. It’s how I got captured in the first place,” Jayne explained, “Women kept going missing, and I had to find out
why
! So I went… I went to one of the seedier parts of town, to places where these women were last seen, and… And I got captured in the next batch. But I couldn’t say anything, not without risking my life even more, and I still had to figure out what was happening.”

“And now you know… God, is that why? Is that why every conversation with you is a damn interrogation?” D’Anil demanded. He stepped back from her, angry. And Jayne understood it, felt it was perfectly justified. While D’Anil didn’t tell her certain things, when he did, he never lied. The same could not be said for her. “What do you plan on doing, Jayne? Take down the entire city? Take
me
down?”

The woman shook her head vehemently. “No!” she cried, “Just them! You’re different, D’Anil, I know you are!”

“No, I’m not. I’m
worse
, don’t you remember? The smugglers just do human trafficking. I’ve done that, plus a dozen more crimes.”

“I don’t care!” Jayne argued, “They don’t have to know that! I’ll tell them that you saved us, and that’s that. Come with me, come back to Earth, and you can start a whole new life there. No more crimes, no more answering to Alem, no more corruption. Your society is centuries behind where we are on Earth, and I know that you could make it there.”
With me
.

He laughed humorlessly. “Coming from the Justice Crusader?” he asked, almost taunting her, “Jayne, you bringing me and lying to everyone
is
corruption… There’s no place for me there.”

“There’s no place for you
here
.”

And then, a voice that disoriented them both. “She’s right, D’Anil!” he said, “If you’re not careful with these next few minutes, anyways.”

They both turned to look at who it was, both recognizing the figure. He wasn’t dressed in rich silks like before though. He was dressed in armor, ready for a fight. “Kani?” D’Anil asked.

It was the merchant from the auction house, his woman, Phreema, standing beside him. Even she was dressed in something more ready for the desert, in her own set of armor, and half a dozen men stood with them. Jayne recognized a couple of them, the man with the one white eye.
Gromm
, she remembered, and beside him,
Captain Randleman
.

“That’s my ship there!” the captain yelled, his hand wagging at it. Jayne looked back, hoping that Sophie would have the sense not to come out, that she could see what was happening. “Think you could run off with it, did ya?”

D’Anil left Jayne’s side, walking towards Kani. He wasn’t careful, distrusting in his walk. Jayne had picked up on the fact that they were old friends, but now she didn’t feel right about it. Why was a merchant here, out in the middle of the desert, at this military base? Why was he with these smugglers? As if reading her mind, D’Anil asked the same thing. “You’re Alem’s second choice?” he asked, sarcastically, “Couldn’t have me do the job, so he asks you?”

“Damn, you love to stroke your ego, don’t you?” Kani grinned. His hand went to his hip, drawing out a blade. It was dark, a deep black, made from the rocks of the cavern. The edge was crooked, but it looked sharp enough to cut someone open on first contact. “That’s not actually at all how this worked out.”

“We had a complaint about our merchandise,” Phreema said, a smirk on her pretty lips, “We have a 30-day guarantee, and a very important client of ours reported his purchase missing.”

Jayne frowned. Alem wasn’t the one running the show for the slave trade. He was merely someone benefitting from it, like most of the city was. “
You’re
the ones running the trade?” she asked incredulously, mostly focusing on Phreema, “But… How could you condemn women to this life? You were a slave, yourself!”

“Yes, and see how far I got?” she sneered, “Slaves are a way of life on Imdali. It’s either going to be my fellow Drunae women abused, beaten, kidnapped, and taken from their homes… Or it’s going to be women from somewhere else. No matter what, it will always go on, you pathetic human. Kani and I just had the idea to save our own people from it and benefit from yours.”

“More Phreema’s idea than mine,” Kani smiled, his hand brushing down her arm affectionately, “But for obvious reasons, I’ve taken over as the figurehead.” He shook his head at D’Anil. “You didn’t think I made money off my little shop, did you? To afford to buy Phreema from Alem? To buy our house and afford our clothes?”

D’Anil frowned. “I always suspected you were up to something, but not something this stupid-“

“Stupid enough for you to agree to the job, no?” his friend asked, “You’re not the only one who can make money off of the sins of others, my brother.” He waved his blade in the direction of Jayne and the ship. “Hand them over. I’ll give you your money back, and you can carry on living like you’ve always done. Alone, in seclusion, in the shadows… Don’t make this hard on me.”