Venomous: Erotic Science Fiction Romance (Alien Warrior Book 1) (8 page)

Tasting her exhilarating pheromones thick and potent at the back of his throat, his need rose in a fiery surge.

Venomous hissed furiously.

He didn’t want to wait until his desire blinded him to her presence.

It increased the risk of him hurting her again.

He leaned closer until he could feel her warm breath on his scales, and truth rumbled from him like thunder.

“You were made a battle prize by the L’Odo. I won you. By the rules of this hell you are mine, but know, even if by Right of Might I earned you, it is because you awakened my anima, as blessed upon me by my Grandfather the Great Serpent God of Sands, S’q’ama’ta
,
that I claim you, and for that reason alone. I am now Rä’Vek. There is no going back. You are mine to protect, mine to shelter, mine to feed and mine to cover. No other will touch you, so no other will harm you. When you are weak, I shall be your strength. You were stolen from your world by our captors and now your survival is my responsibility. It is your duty to endure my
seeding
and honour our union with offspring. I revere you, giver of life, as is
the way
.” He leaned back and studied her. Pitiless. There were things in the cosmos one could not change. She had to accept what was. “Do you heed the words of your Rä’Vek
?
”

Fluid leaked from her eyes down her cheeks.

The translator must have gotten enough right that she comprehended his words, or perhaps his tone alone educated her.

She cut her gaze to him then away, expression scathing.

“You are
my
Rä’Na and
my
mate,” he bit out not liking the insult in her eyes. He’d treated her with nothing but the highest respect. “Be honoured, I am Grandfather’s fiercest warrior and feared by many on this world and our own.”

“Own?” Her forehead furrowed then smoothed. She shook her head angrily. “My world Earth.”

“My world is your world.” In time, she would accept it. He patted the furs in encouragement. He would be patient. “Come, my Lumen. My need grows stronger.”

R
efusing to move, I fidgeted under He, Venomous One’s unblinking stare.

What kind of name is that?

He didn’t rough me up, just sat there, watchful, patient even after his big speech illuminating why demanding my obedience was his right.

Slouching, I sighed.

No matter how pithy and defiant my thoughts there was no getting out of what he demanded.

I won’t bend over and take it this time.

I wanted to look him in the eye as I reviled him.

His merciless face would be the reminder of why coming hard with his cock buried inside me was
bad
for my mental health.

So utterly fucked
.

I wiggled a hand between our bodies. “Take me this way.”

Venomous One, Venom, I decided to call him, shifted closer.

He rumbled in his deep bass, “No understanding....”

My eyes narrowed, and I hoped my steely glare shrivelled the club between his thighs. “Take me facing you.”

“Do this why?”

Anger burst through my awkwardness.

“You said...!” Huffing, I snatched at being calm. “You said I’m your mate. Right?”

“Mine Rä’Na.” His lips caressed the word. “Yesss. Your Rä’Vek.”

“That sounds permanent.”

“Until mighty Zython guides us home,” he stated in a way that seemed to make all clear to him but oblique to me.

Still, I gleaned this Rä’Na and Rä’Vek business meant I held value beyond sex.

Value to him at least.

Swallowing the sour flooding my mouth, I focused on clarifying our tenuous arrangement. “You don’t see me as a convenient fuck?”

A blank expression.

“
Fuhuck
?” he echoed lowly. “Last word no translating.”

The simple conversation took forever, and after being forced to screw him my patience with his lack of comprehension was nonexistent.

I sifted a hand through my ratty hair, wincing when I encountered knots. “Don’t you want me, your mate, to enjoy your lovemaking?”

“Thsst!” Irritation whitened his lips. “Last word no translating!”

“Lovemaking? You’re right that’s not appropriate. Um, fucking?” I made a crude finger-shoved-in-hole gesticulation. “What we did last night? What you’re demanding right now?”

“
Clutch
.” His tone conveyed disbelief. “You feel pleasure where we join?”

I eyed him despairingly.

Did he screw me under the assumption I’d be in pain the whole time?

Was that what got him off?

How did I even
process
something that?

“Last night was awful because, well, the circumstances were messed up, right?” I stared back at him when he gave me no indication he’d understood or even heard me. “But you figured out how to get me off. Not that it excuses what you did to me.”

Silence and more of a blank stare.

“I came,” I elaborated slowing my words.

Echoes of the orgasm stole my concentration.

I felt ashamed.

Considering how awful the exchange had been, he’d still made me come, hard.

What did that say about me?

I didn’t understand how or why I responded that way, and it made me feel dirty.

Venomous seemed bewildered at the admission. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” I mumbled. “So?”

He leaned way,
way
forward into my space and I resisted leaning back.

He’d just follow me until I backed against something.

An aggressive male coming at you looking as intense as he did was teeth-grindingly....

My mind blanked.

I wanted to say it was fearsome, but the reaction of my body was peculiar.

My nipples were hard.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.

Tense, crouched on the furs as if a gargoyle on a weathervane, he looked about to pounce.

“Smell sweet.” He made a rough sound at the back of this throat. “Show me.”

I double blinked, thighs squeezing shut. “Beg your pardon?”

“Show me.” He moved with speed to cup my sex in his palm. “Good feelings.”

Muscles unclenching, I shivered, and breathed, “No?”

Say it like you mean it.

I coughed to clear illusory chunks of gravel. “
No
.”

“Yesss.”

I thrust my face in his. “How about
hell no
?” My tongue flicked on the ‘hell’ and elongated the word ‘no’ to end on a lip pucker.

Venomous proved uninterested in my refusal.

He pushed another hand between my knees and spread them apart, as if I wasn’t using all my strength to keep them closed.

Lips parting, he moaned. “I ache.”

A deeper, visceral shiver whipped through my body setting a blaze of warmth in my core.

With those simple words his ache became my ache.

He had to learn to respect me though, and if it was down to me teach him how then so be it.

“I. Said. No.”

The look on his face turned frightening.

There was an indeterminable period where I forgot my own name and what I refused him because his stare held me immobile with fright.

Scrambling to remember, I stiffened at his feral growl.

And grew wet.

My eyes shut briefly as I struggled with it.

The all-consuming desire scared me more than anything I’d experienced up to that point.

I resolved to fight the feelings and him to the bitter end.

Even if doing so felt like a vain, destructive pique.

My gaze locked on his claws gripping my legs, and I saw visions of my blood spurting against the walls.

Reneging on my earlier resolution to trade sex for safety pricked my conscience, especially if he was under the impression I’d become his new battle bride/mate/whatever.

I mentally slapped myself because it wasn’t the time to be sentimental.

I was laying down
the law
.

So I planned to order him to back the hell up, deliver a bitchy remark that would make his dick shrivel off, but while busy ruminating in my head, I gazed at him with a jaw growing slack.

Strong, handsome male.

My jaw chomped closed as if eating that thought alive.

“Lie on back.” His claws squeezed. Tingles rushed up my inner thighs. “Now.” His voice rumbled like the earth quaking and his glare turned dark and threatening.

Let’s be honest, I squalled, jerked, and did as told because there was defiance and there was outright stupidity.

Pick your battles and all that.

I just wished I’d occasionally win the ones I did choose to fight.

I allowed him to kneel between my splayed legs and managed not to kick him in the face when a seeking hand delved between them.

My sex grew moist, swelled with heat as he stroked me.

Dazed, I palmed my lower belly, frantically kneading the flesh to focus my mind on some other task.

How could I react this way after what he’d done to me?

I am wrong inside
.

“
Lumen.” Venomous’ tone grew impatient. “Show me.”

Chastising myself for being self-conscious when this alien had already seen
down there
, I coaxed myself into touching first my mound then my puffy outer lips.

“Mine gold here,” Venomous crooned as he petted me. A calloused thumb brushed over the hood of my clit. “Soon.”

Deciding to misunderstand because the implications were so scary it made me faint, I knocked his exploring hand aside and stroked the aching bud.

Venomous’ inky orbs latched onto my movement, and the liquid sheen veiling his eyes flowed like a bottomless ocean.

Starting to breath in jagged pulls, I pressed harder.

He grabbed my wrist.

Many expressions passed over his expression, lust reigning chief amongst them until a glower of disapproval etched his features. “No hurt mine.”

Tugging free, I peered past shuttered lashes.

The vehemence surprised me.

It was almost as if he cared....

Cautious, I went back to it, the button of flesh slippery as my finger teased it in sweeping glides.

His powerful gaze jumped from my face to my hand.

He watched me play with myself and looked uncomfortable as my finger dipped to penetrate my channel.

Swallowing, Venomous studied my heaving breasts.

His own chest rose and fell in large undulations as he fixated on my peaked nipples, making a connection between their turgid state and my arousal.

Erection bobbing between his muscled thighs, it distended further in a rush, curving up to strain against the slabs ribbing his lower abdominals.

The hunger ravaging his face embarrassed me, so shutting my eyes, I focused on the twisted sensation coiling through my sex.

I tensed when the tip of his claw nudged my finger aside.

“Wait.” My eyes snapped open. “I’m soft down there. Fragile goods, you know?”

He’d managed fine before, but there was no point tempting fate.

Brow ridge rumpling, Venomous looked at the tips of his fingers then back at my sensitive flesh.

Jarring at first then smooth, his claws retracted leaving blunt fingertips.

Dumbfounded, I stared.

“No doing many solars.” He peered at his hand as if the appendage were foreign. “Keep ready must fight.” He glanced at me, expectant. Hopeful. “No fight mine mate. Mine Rä’Na.”

To my extreme unhappiness, I felt
bad
for him.

That he had to keep his natural weapons unsheathed in case of attack struck a cord because I knew what it was like to feel terrorized.

Unlike him, I’d only been dealing with such danger for a matter of....

My mind blanked again, empty of answers.

The sense of time passing grew as I tried and failed to remember.

How long had the trader kept me?

One thing I did know was Venomous One suffered for
years
, and coming right down to it, he was a slave like me.

Venomous inched closer.

He put his hand back on me, face relaxing. “Hot and wet. Soft.
Wet
.” A long finger thrust inside. Now words accompanied his touch his behaviour approached worshipful. “This vent? Opens pouch?”

Not sure what he was getting at, many of the words hadn’t translated, and I heard them as snarling growls, I nodded with caution. “That motion makes me come.”

His hand stilled. “Come from where?”

“What?” It took a moment for his meaning to sink in. He was fiddling with me, making my insides squirm. “Uh, I meant orgasm.”

The uncertainty marring his face cleared. “Female harmony.”

Over trying to explain, I shrugged.

Jerking, he stared in alarm at my shoulders then relaxed and refocused his attention on moving his hand.

Shuddering under the rough caress, I moaned and clasped his shoulder.

To push away?

No, I tugged him closer.

Indecision swamped me, and tempting as it was to close my eyes and imagine someone else, I stared into his face.

I dared trace his harsh features with trembling fingertips.

Am I really enjoying his touch after he forced me?

Perturbed, I fought to come to grips with my own mind.

I’m not putting up a fight, but what would one achieve now that it didn’t before?

Being brutally honest, hadn’t I known from the onset Venomous wouldn’t hurt me?

I’d felt it in how he’d handled me, and it was why I’d felt safe enough to give up the fight assuming he’d protect me afterward, confident when he was done, he wouldn’t snap me in two.

Why make that assumption if I didn’t feel a measure of safety?

I decided my unbidden desire was tied into his offer of protection.

He was big and strong.

Scars patterned his flesh as a testimony to this.

He wanted me.

That a being so powerful coveted me, even if it just was my ‘hot wet’ that drew him was a primal attractant that went beyond the civilised mores of seeking permission.

Longing to physically connect with another being for comfort wasn’t impossible to imagine in my situation.