Her reaction was like a caged animal, her body going wild as the nodules rubbed against her tissues. She was quivering, one hand gripping Braga’s thigh, the other clawing my shoulder. Within seconds she came, spilling her juice all over my cock, but we weren’t ready to fill her just yet.

  With practiced orchestration, we continued, our thrusts more savage and brutal, refusing to back down. With every hard stroke, every plunge, I could tell she moved closer to euphoria.

  “I can’t… hold it… any longer,” Braga breathed, gasping for air.

  Kalek grunted, his face dripping with sweat and I knew it was time. “We’re going to fill you, Fiona. And after this, you belong to us.” The command issued, her three mates, her three lovers and masters exploded inside.

  * * *

  A slight sound dragged me from my slumber. When I opened my eyes and stretched, the warmth of her body against mine was exactly how I wanted to awaken every day. While I should have sent her to her quarters after our mating, I simply couldn’t. I wanted her here, in my space and perhaps all to myself.

  If only for a little while.

  When the noise occurred again, I knew the source and the meaning. I was being called, the chancellor no doubt ready for a full update. I’d already instructed two of my lieutenants to confer with the other ships, developing coordinates that would encompass the planet, providing the best entrance locations for our ships. We would be landing several of them on what was now considered enemy territory. Today, I would be speaking with the soldiers already on the ground. While the men who’d remained were all military trained, some of the best marksman in our group, they were on Earth as our ambassadors, much like my position had been.

  Until compromised.

  The news on Earth was quiet, leaving me to believe the humans were preparing in sequestered locations, keeping their plans secret until the last minute. They would no doubt fight our arrival, our colonization. How could I blame them?

  I would still hunt for Captain Hicks, but in my time. Even if the humans believed they were prepared for an attack, they had no way of knowing what they faced, unless… the concept of a betraying sector was weighing heavily on my mind. Depending on the classification level of the Cenzan involved, all our methods of defense and offense could have been divulged. The ‘why’ remained in the forefront of my mind.

  The thoughts rattled my being, spurring my anger. Everything needed to go according to our plans. Turning my head, I was able to see a mere fragment of Earth in all its glorious colors and shapes. I’d enjoyed my time on the planet, exploring forests and oceanic areas, the types of experiences that weren’t possible on Cenzan. Yes, our world had once been beautiful, but centuries of strife had taken a toll that would never be recovered. My heart ached at the acceptance. I would never see my home again.

  I had no desire to leave this bed and turned over, pulling her back against my chest. My cocks were already awake, longing to fill her again. Her heated skin from the last spanking pressed against my legs, the feeling more comforting than I could have imagined. She murmured in her sleep and shifted until my long cock was between her legs. The female was far too tempting.

  A third time hearing the call and I knew I couldn’t refuse. I padded toward the outer room, moving to the communication table but hesitating. The call was from my father. Taking a deep breath, I waved my hand over the acceptance pad. “King Drateq. To what do I owe this honor?”

  He glanced down at my lack of attire, sneering. “You have an attack to plan, son. You need to get moving.”

  “We have an invasion, not an attack to plan and it’s already under way.”

  “Not according to what I’ve heard. I placed this responsibility in your hands and given their assault on my own son, the need for expedience is vital.”

  I could just see the chancellor hovering in the background. “We will be ready in the forty-eight hours as planned.”

  The king snorted and panned the telescan back, allowing me to see he had some unknown female between his legs, sucking on his cocks. The light green-skinned and blonde-haired female wasn’t from a planet I recognized. He was making a statement. “As you can see, son, I have other business to attend to. You have a Comstar coming in your direction. It will be there in thirty hours.”

  “Yes, I’m aware of that. The prisoners will be ready for transportation back to Cenzan as required. That will give the captain of the Comstar time to leave subspace before we invade Earth. We haven’t detected any outward signs of hostile precautions, but at this point, I wouldn’t put it past either the Russian Federation or the United States.”

  “Yes, I’ve heard the sordid details. Chancellor Zatar filled me in.”

  I just bet the man did. “We have everything under control.”

  “I hope that you do. Just see to it that all the prisoners are transferred, Shandar,” he commanded as he leaned forward, stroking the girl’s head, his bony fingers raking through her hair.

  Seething, I held my tongue as I leaned forward. There were no secrets with regards to my father or the chancellor. “And you know already that I gave an oath to one, giving him his freedom.”

  He chuckled. “I’m aware of everything you do. This killer won’t survive when the other arrivals land on Earth. I’m talking about another prisoner. The female you’ve grown enamored with. She must be interrogated.”

  “I’ve already taken care of that, Father. Fiona Dupree knows nothing. She was merely a pawn for Captain Hicks because of her healing capabilities. She had no clearance to obtain information that will be useful, but her skills as a healer discovered a potential threat. I need her here to work on a serum to circumvent the possibilities that Captain Hicks has produced a viral poison capable of wiping out our entire force.” I had no idea whether he’d listen to reason, but I had my doubts. It seemed the chancellor was pulling his strings like a puppet. I’d learned that term early on in dealing with the humans.

  “Ah, yes, the poison. You have Vlanea to handle creating any serum. You are aware my methods of interrogation are foolproof.”

  “Nevertheless, the prisoner is under my command and it will stay that way.”

  King Drateq sucked in his breath and violently pushed the girl away. “You follow my orders, son.”

  “Not in this atmosphere as designed by our laws in cases of takeover or infiltration. I believe we’ve been compromised, Father. I want to ensure that our mission is completed without any additional complications.” I could see the steam rising from his face, the look of hatred more than I’d anticipated. He wanted this mission to fail. The question remained—why? While I’d spouted off about infiltration, I had a disturbing feeling that I was correct in my assumptions.

  The king was under duress, stating commands as required.

  Chancellor Zatar placed his hand on my father’s shoulder, leaning into the telescan. “Leave Prince Shandar to do his work, King. He is certainly capable of keeping the prisoner locked down, killed if it becomes necessary.”

  I decided not to mention any concept of a betrayal, preferring to try to talk to my father at another time and very much alone. “I will do what’s necessary in order to protect us at all times. That is my code of honor.”

  King Drateq’s features softened but there was an odd look in his eyes, a split nanosecond allowing me to see something that I’d never expected.

  He was petrified.

  “Very well, son. You can have your slave as long as she is kept under lock and key. Do not under any circumstances allow her back on her planet. Are we at least clear on this directive?”

  “Very.” He was playing the scene well, pushing me in another direction. The king was also hiding a deadly secret.

  “Fine. We will talk again, but Prince Shandar, I will meet this female human.”

  “Gikak!” The telescan call was ended, leaving me furious as well as questioning certain motives. I wanted to call him an asshole to his face but allowing the chancellor to observe my frustration was in no one’s best interest. Was the king being manipulated or was I the fool? I would need to develop another plan, a course of action that would remain secret with the exception of Braga and Kalek. And perhaps Fiona.

  I continued to have the distinct feeling that Captain Hicks was the key. Perhaps I’d need to prepare everything for my hunting expedition.

  And the good captain was my prey.

  The sound was slight, almost nonexistent but my hearing was keen, five times that of any human. I sensed her presence standing behind the doorway, no doubt seeking answers to her continuous questions. She was a fighter, her intelligence well above many I’d come in contact with. But could she be a traitor? I wasn’t her family, her people. I was nothing to her but her captor and even though she’d succumbed, surrendering her will, I had no doubt there were other facets she was hiding.

  When it was apparent the call had ended, she hurried back toward the bed. Her particular attributes could become vital to my needs, as long as she was controlled. My cocks stirred at the thought.

  Chuckling, I headed back into the sleeping chamber, standing over the bed. My skin was hot and clammy, tingles shifting down my arms. I held both into the shadowed light, twisting and turning, able to see the rapid pulse rushing through my veins. Even the beating of my heart had changed. Fisting my hands, I curled my arms, bringing both fists to my chest. What Cenzans considered love was entirely different than aspects I’d heard from humans. However, at this moment, as I peered down at the lovely woman I realized everything in my world had changed and the significance could cost me a throne.

  I was falling in love.

  Chapter Seven

  Fiona

  He was standing over me, watching, protecting. The scent of him was decidedly different than my other masters, stronger in pheromones, the fragrance so pungent that when I inhaled, my entire body quivered. Opening my eyes to mere slits, I could still see him hovering in the shadows, his massive, hulking body so formidable yet sensuous.

  There’d been no pillow talk after copious rounds of sex, no concept of romance, but the comfort I’d received from all three men had been unexpected. So pleasurable. I’d anticipated being sent away, back to my locked and lonely quarters, but here I was, nestled in his bed. His breathing was ragged, his stance as if he was conflicted or perhaps worried.

  I’d overheard enough of Shandar’s conversation with his father, the king to know something was wrong or had changed dramatically with the invasion plan. I had no methodology of stopping enormous forces, but perhaps with enough information, I could aid in… In what? A counterattack? My emotions were muddled, slipping back and forth between longing to be with these beings to craving my home. Then again, what did I have? A tiny apartment with limited furniture. There were no pets. No plants. No boyfriend.

  No future.

  What was I actually leaving behind? Pain and sorrow. I murmured as if still sleeping then stretched, twisting in order to fully face him. I offered a smile, allowing the sheet to fall just below my breasts. “Is it morning?”

  “Almost.”

  He didn’t reach for me or bark any directions. He merely stood silent. Staring.

  “Do I need to leave?”

  “Soon.” His gravelly tone was laced with sadness.

  I did the only thing at this point I knew how to do. I lifted the sheets, inviting him back to bed. At first, he hesitated, his chest rising and falling. He was full of anger, his blood boiling from it. I patted the covering and scooted further over.

  A single breath slipped from his mouth before he crawled into bed facing me. We were only inches apart, but the distance seemed like miles. We were two different creatures, beings that weren’t supposed to be together, but for a few precious moments only hours before, we’d become one. Would we become mortal enemies? Would he be forced to forsake whatever trust was building in order just to survive? I had no way of knowing. The secrets between us were palpable.

  Taking my index finger, I began to trace across his forehead, brushing the tip in a gentle fashion. His appearance was aristocratic: high cheekbones and a perfectly positioned nose. He was gorgeous, rugged. Even his full lips were handsome, made for kissing on frosty winter’s nights. I traced around his mouth, cognizant that his breathing had changed.

  Shandar closed his eyes, pursing his lips as I continued examining his naked body. His jaw was angled, his neck long, even eloquent, his shoulders so broad, as if carrying the weight of his world. I was no longer surprised at the various sensations from the mere touch and smiled as my pussy became sopping wet. I rubbed my finger all the way down his arm to his fingers, moving up one and down the other, taking my time. He seemed more relaxed, at ease, his lips parted.

  Leaning closer, I licked around his mouth to his chin before easing back, blowing a burst of air across his face. The only reactions were his cocks stiffening, both pushing against my leg. I realized I was shivering, desire mixing with trepidation and worry about the next few days. At least we had right now. My finger shaking, I brushed the tip back and forth from one of his nipples to the other, rolling in a languishing fashion. They were already hard, sensitive and a slight wisp of air popped from his mouth.

  Encouraged, I savored my exploration, moving to his rippled abs, his carved hipbones, and the soft fur above his thick and long cocks. I did enjoy teasing him and suspected that he wasn’t used to this kind of behavior from a female. Perhaps Earthlings were special after all. Purring, I ran my fingers through his groin hair before curling my pinky and dragging my nail across his sensitive slit.

  He snapped his hand around mine, his eyes opening wide, a lust-filled expression on his face. Dipping his head, he blew across my face, issuing the most animalistic guttural sound I’d heard. Provocative. Protective. His lips touched mine for a mere second before he secured my hand on his crotch, intertwining our fingers, rubbing up and down both.

  “Why did you save the prisoner?”

  Shandar kissed my lips, allowing his tongue to linger. His dicks throbbed in my hand, the nodules pulsating. “Why?”

  “Yes. I know you weren’t supposed to.” I kept my words whispered.

  “To please you.” He captured my mouth, using his lips to push apart mine, thrusting his tongue inside. Rolling me over onto my back, he remained on his elbow and moved his other hand to my face, cupping, his fingers extended.

  The kiss was sweet at first, our tongues entwining, exploring. Then the passion roared, our combined hungers overtaking the quiet moment, the intimacy becoming wild with increasing need. I stroked his cocks, allowing my fingers to squeeze until his breathing became scattered.

  He shifted again, pulling my arms over my head, taking both my wrists into one hand. He danced his fingers down to my breast, swirling his finger around my nipple. Breaking the kiss, he grunted before lowering his head, taking my hardened bud into his mouth.

  “Oh…” Arching my back, I was able to curl one knee to the side and the wafting scent of my sex floated between us. I wanted this man. I craved him more than any other. The sound of his sucking was delicious, leaving me wet and panting, every muscle on fire. He moved his hand between my legs, flicking his finger around my clit, driving me to the point of madness. “Shandar. Please.”

  As his fingers entered my cunt, pumping in a slow and easy fashion, I was drawn into a heightened level of bliss, almost begging him to fuck me. His thumb remained on my clit, teasing, his fingers finding a woman’s place of nirvana. “Oh, God. Yes. Yes.” Stars floated in front of my eyes as he powered his strokes, thrusting over and over again. Just at the point of a tremendous orgasm, he rolled all the way on top, kicking out my other leg and plunging his cock deep inside.

  I opened my mouth in a silent scream, the strangled sound muted. My heart raced, every cell ignited from his touch alone. He dragged both my legs around his and pumped in and out, filling me utterly. His eyes locked onto mine as he used his strong thigh muscles, jutting his hips, pushing me hard against the bed.

  A series of breathless sounds escaped his mouth as he fucked me, his cock increasing in size, creating a wave of ecstasy. I longed to rake my nails down his back, to let loose with total abandon, but this man, this alien was in charge, dominating my body.

  “You are mine.” His whisper was hoarse, pointed. And telling. I belonged to him.

  The hard fucking didn’t stop, my body conforming with his demands, my pussy clenching. Just when I knew I was going to come, covering his cock with my cream, he pulled out, lifting and tossing me onto all fours. “Yes. God.”

  Fisting my hair, he positioned his cocks at both holes before gripping my hips. “Our child will rule the world.” Driving both all the way inside, he tipped his head back and roared, the sound full of bitterness yet something else.

  Love.

  I could feel it, the dazzling moment his heart became full, his desire to own and protect, command and discipline complete. I was breathless, unable to focus, to think clearly. His cocks were amazing, filling me so completely I was shaking uncontrollably. As he thrust in long and even strokes, skin hitting skin, his body covering mine, I could no longer hold back. The intense orgasm created a series of spasms in my body, sending goosebumps jetting across every inch of skin. I was electrified, so alive and I would give anything to this man. For this man.

  This creature I’d called a monster.

  “Yes. Yes!”

  Shandar pumped harder, the force of his hips shoving me forward, his grunts becoming deep growls. The slight anguish of his shaft filling my ass was now nothing but ecstasy, sublime, my mind falling into an unraveling feeling of subspace. Then his hand smacked against my ass, hard and fast. And I loved every second.

  How could one creature fill me, sate me, and command me so completely? How could I give him all of me? But I did. I was open, giving him every inch, no longer caring about the past or the woman who’d been hiding her entire life. This was perfection.