Sex, Love, and Aliens, Volume 1 (16 page)

The female’s thick lashes slowly shut, her body going limp in his arms. Around him, the soldiers bellowed in laughter and triumph. Tonight, he and his men would feast. But first, he would take his prize back to his dwelling.

Chapter 2

“Put me down!” Elara wriggled in Rogue’s grasp, but it was no use. The more she moved against his strong shoulders, the more the brute seemed to enjoy it. His hand found her ass where it rested beside his face and squeezed. “How dare you.”

“I dare because my hands have never touched something so soft. You beg to be touched.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure I told you to put me down.” Her fists pounded at his back, but the sinewy muscle covering his torso was like punching stone. She gave it a rest. Her body hung, the blood rushing to her head as she was carried over the landscape. The reddish rock reminded her of the Grand Canyon back home.

“Where on Earth are you from, human?”

She folded her arms across her chest as she hung like a meerkat. “I’m not making small talk with you.”

He grunted. “Have it your way.” Again, his hand found her ass, massaging it through her black trousers, the dark fabric scalding her skin due to the close solar proximity. The clone caught on during his manhandling. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of these soon.”

Not exactly the solution she was hoping for.

The ground passed quickly below, jarred every so often as Rogue climbed over a rocky hill. To avoid getting dizzy, her gaze traveled up the clone’s leg, searching for a weakness. Then she found something even better. The man still had an entire arsenal strapped to his body. Elara reached for the highest dagger strapped to his thigh.

Just as she reached it, her captor glanced behind. “Uh-uh.”

Elara feigned to unhand the dagger, but the minute Rogue returned his gaze forward, she grabbed it and stabbed at his torso. Instead of connecting, her wrist nearly broke within the clone’s quick grasp. The pressure applied made her release the weapon, but she grit her teeth to avoid screaming.

“I’m not going to make this easy on you.” To make a point, she yanked her hand out of his firm grip and pummeled his back with her fists.

He patted her butt. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve read about women in our texts on Earth. I pictured them being more…docile. But I like your spirit.”

Elara wasn’t sure if she should feel insulted or complimented by the cold-hearted killer. “You’re not going to like my spirit when it embeds something sharp through your heart.”

He chuckled as he continued to navigate the rocky terrain. “I’ll make sure to keep pointy objects out of your reach.”

“I’d happily make do with something dull. I’m not usually so sadistic, but what can I say? You bring out my dark side.”

Again, he laughed, a hearty sound that seemed to echo. Only a second later, the light dimmed and she realized they were in a cave. “This is one of my dwellings. We should have some privacy, and it keeps considerably cooler. Those clothes will still have to come off.” He set her down, appraising the uniform she wore, and she could only hope he was unaware that she was the captain. No way in hell was she going to fly these beasts back to Earth.

One by one, Rogue removed his blades.

“I plan on getting to know you much better, woman. Now that artillery is out of your reach, I think we can continue.”

“The name is Elara, and the only way I’m getting close to you is if I’m reaching for a knife.”

“I greatly desire your company.” He retrieved a dagger and sheathed it at his ankle. “So perhaps I’ll risk death to get you close to me.”

She almost smiled. If this clone wanted to risk his life, who was she to argue?

Rogue’s icy stare traveled slowly over her body. Every inch of her skin burned under the intensity, and she realized that never before had a man looked at her, really looked at her. This man, this clone, wasn’t just undressing her with his eyes, he was clearly making a plan.

Well, so was she. In that moment, Elara realized just how hungry this brute of a man was for her. Her only chance of survival was to make him crave her. If he became addicted to her, not only would she live, but perhaps he wouldn’t share her with the other men.

“You’ve never seen a woman before?” She eyed Rogue from across the cave.

He shook his head. Still his eyes lingered on her breasts. Her nipples hardened under the intense scrutiny. This was her chance.

Elara began unbuttoning her shirt. The once crisp white blouse was now soiled from the heat and dirt of US-2. When the fabric hit the ground and the warm air melted over her skin, she heard him hiss. He liked what he saw.
Good.
Her breasts swelled against her bra. She arched slightly, offering him an even better view as her hands went to her back to unzip her pants. The metal clicked, echoing in the empty cave, and she carefully slid the garment over her hips. The fabric fell to the floor. Rogue hadn’t moved, but his gaze continued to roam hungrily over her body.

In the past, Elara had been self-conscious with men, always wondering if her body was too soft. But the way this man looked at her now, she was filled with confidence. Keeping her undergarments on, she strode toward him. “I’ve seen you kill many men today. If you can keep your hands to yourself, I’d like to show you a talent that some women have.”

His eyes met hers. “I don’t trust humans. My curiosity compels me, but if you betray me—” His eyes narrowed. “—my hands will wring the life out of you.”

“No betrayal.”
Today
, she finished secretly. “Just the kind of pleasure only a woman’s soft lips can give.” She reached for the button of his shorts, but his tight grip snatched her wrist. She bit back a scream.

“Be careful, woman. The last human that spoke an untruth to me had his lips cut off.”

Noted.
Nodding slowly, Elara tried to shake off the ultimate buzz kill. As if being held captive wasn’t bad enough. When he released her wrist, she knelt on the ground and began unzipping his shorts. Already she could make out the massive erection beneath. She sucked in a breath. He was huge. When she slid the shorts all the way to the ground, Rogue’s cock bobbed before her, unhidden by any undergarments. She swallowed, suddenly wondering what she’d gotten herself into.

She immediately noticed his balls were smooth and hairless, probably a result of the intense solar proximity. His massive length pulsed before her, long and thick. Thicker than any man she’d ever had before.
A result of increased testosterone in the clones?
Either way, she had to admit it was a beautiful, albeit intimidating, length.

“I’m going to lick you.” She gazed up at him, warning him so as not to get her head bashed in at the unexpected contact.

He nodded, so she tentatively approached the swollen head. Grabbing the cock softly, she gauged the girth with her fingers. Afraid the huge shaft wouldn’t fit past her lips, she lapped out with her tongue. Immediately, Rogue jerked back.

“I’m sorry!” Elara flinched, preparing for an impact, but it didn’t come.

“Continue.” Rogue’s fists relaxed at his sides.

Once more, Elara tasted his skin. Tracing a line up from the base of his shaft to the tip, her tongue tingled from the heat coming off his flesh. Instead of the dirt and grit she was expecting, the man tasted like sunlight. Curious, she twirled her tongue around the circumference of his head. Rogue groaned in response.

She glanced up at him, hoping to measure the depth of his enjoyment. His eyes were rapt on her, not slitted in pleasure as she’d hoped. His pale blue eyes suddenly took on a soft quality, not hard as they’d been. Like when they’d slayed her men. Suddenly overwhelmed with shame, she returned her focus back to his shaft. This was survival.

His cock pulsed under her tongue as she dragged it up his hard length. When she reached the tip, she decided to start lower and build the kind of ecstasy he wouldn’t be able to deny. Burying her face between his thighs, she lapped out with her tongue. His balls were tight, evidence that she’d been doing well so far.

“You like it when I lick your long, hard cock?” she purred, doing her best impression of a vixen.

When she enveloped his sack within her mouth, Rogue groaned, a rumble that echoed in the cave. Releasing his balls from her mouth, her tongue lapped out, drawing a line all the way up his shaft to the tip. He growled.

Deciding that the murderous Rogue probably didn’t have the patience for much foreplay, she took his length into her mouth.
Prepare yourself, Rogue, for the kind of blow-job that’s going to save my life.

* * * *

Just when Rogue thought his cock couldn’t get any harder, the woman placed her mouth over him completely. His length throbbed and swelled within her soft, warm mouth. Her lips massaged his skin, a tight, wet vise that made his balls tighten and ache with need.

She glanced up at him, probably wondering if he planned to punish her for touching him. The green eyes glancing up at him from where she bobbed on his cock rendered him useless. He wouldn’t harm her. Not when she brought him such pleasure. He admired her for being so bold. Never had he imagined the woman would actually advance on him.

Her hand constricted around his dick, and for a moment, he was unsure if he should smack her hand away, or beg her for more. Unaccustomed to being touched, Rogue suddenly felt vulnerable. He was just about to shove her away when her mouth traveled even deeper down his cock. The back of her throat enveloped him in wet warmth before her lips tightly massaged his length once more. She quickened her pace, bobbing up and down on his shaft. The pleasure building in his balls threatened to explode. As if she sensed this, she moaned, her lips sending soft vibrations down his shaft. She moaned again and it was all he could take. Ecstasy shot through him, the tension in his balls finally dissipating. Weak in the knees, pleasure turned to pain as the woman continued to suck him off. He shoved her away.

Still focused on the satisfaction thrumming through his body, he’d almost forgotten about the woman who had brought him such pleasure. He turned to appraise the interesting creature. The vivid green eyes that had entranced him, now gleaned with wetness.
Tears?

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” He glanced toward the entrance of the cave, wondering if he’d heard something. “Yet.”

Once more, Rogue heard a disturbance outside his cave. He moved to investigate, but the voices of his comrades reached through the hall. “I’m sure Rogue is done with her by now. We’ll be the next to have her before she gets too messed up.” Vasser and Tor strode into the cave.

Rogue knew his men weren’t happy he’d taken the woman, but he was surprised they’d traveled across the hot landscape to his dwelling in the thick of daylight. “Bet you’re crispy after that long walk from camp. I would have brought her over eventually.” Rogue addressed his guests.

“We wanted the second run with her.”

The woman whimpered behind him. Moments ago she’d been so bold, he’d almost forgotten she was probably petrified for her life. She’d seen all her comrades murdered. But the way she’d sucked his cock... She’d looked up at him as she slid her plump lips up and down so adeptly. Those forest green eyes had cast a spell on him.

Vasser sneered at Elara’s form as she fumbled with her blouse. “She looks too tired to be much fun. I like ’em feisty.”

Tor needled him. “How would you know how you like them? You’ve never had one.”

“I’m about to.” Vasser approached Rogue. “How was it?”

Rogue glared down at Vasser from his superior height. “I wasn’t done yet.”

“You’re welcome to join us after the first round.”

Vasser and Tor bumped past Rogue and appraised the woman. “Hey, pretty lady. Spread those legs and show us your pussy.”

Rogue walked away, unable to listen. He needed to share, he knew that. But the moment when they first made eye contact in the shuttle replayed in his mind. She was a creature from another world. She was beautiful. And she’d treated him…like a god. The way she’d worked her mouth on him. The sexy way she’d spoke to him. He wondered if she’d treat Vasser and Tor the same way.

His teeth grit in response, unable to picture her attending to the men in the same manner.

“Please.” From behind him, her voice shook. He heard the tears in her plea, a stark contrast from when she’d spoke to him in that sexy tone.

Rogue turned and saw the men pawing at her, both of their dicks already out. Immediately, his blood heated. “I changed my mind. I’m not sharing.”

“Too fucking bad.” Vasser’s hand gripped his cock, pointing it toward the woman’s mouth.

Rogue launched the dagger sheathed at his ankle. It lodged in the brute’s shoulder.

“What the fuck, Rogue?” Tor dropped the woman and checked Vasser’s injury.

Vasser ripped the dagger out and threw it back at Rogue—it missed by centimeters, but Rogue knew his comrade was heavy on the left. “This isn’t over,” Vasser warned, clutching his injury.

Rogue received two murderous glares as his comrades exited the cave. He followed behind to make sure they left. None of his men were supposed to know where this hideaway was located. Vasser and Tor must have followed him from the shuttle. Rogue had been distracted by his find. Otherwise, with so many caves and sinkholes, it would be nearly impossible to find this particular hideout despite its close proximity to base camp.

In the distance, he made out a giant ice-fire. The men were celebrating their victory around the cooling flames. Generations ago, they’d discovered a gas unique to the planet that could ignite, producing cold fire. In an eternally hot environment, ice-fires were a luxury that usually only the humans allowed themselves. But now Rogue and his clone army were in charge.

Finding the woman curled up in a ball on the cave floor, Rogue eyed her suspiciously. Was she concealing a weapon? Her body trembled lightly. A reaction to the heat? Reaching for her, he pulled her to face him. Her bright green eyes shone with tears. She was scared still. The woman should count herself lucky that he took her instead of allowing the men to have her. They would have raped her, shared her, and chained her up until the next man was ready. Looking at the woman with tear-filled green eyes, he’d realized she’d break if he allowed that to happen.