Pursued: A Sci-Fi Alien Warrior Romance (Raider Warlords of the Vandar Book 4) by Tana Stone (ebook reader txt) 📗

“Maybe I want them to see us,” Bron whispered in my ear. “Maybe I want everyone to see me claiming you. Then there will be no doubt that you’re mine.”

The hard points of my nipples brushed his chest, as I arched into him. “I’m pretty sure everyone on your ship knows you’ve been fucking me.”

“Mmmm.” He kissed his way down my throat then wrapped an arm around my back, lifting my chest out of the water. He sucked each firm nipple hard before dragging the tip of his tail through my folds. “Not the same thing.”

I tightened my grip around his neck. “Then show them.”

He raised his head to meet my eyes, his lips quirking up as he pushed into me slow and deep, the thick fur sending tingles ricocheting through my body. “No fair using your tail.”

He stroked it in and out. “Who said I had to play fair?”

I let my head fall back, the water sloshing over the side of the pool as the Raas thrust again and again. The forbidden excitement of being watched and the thrill of having the alien’s tail fucking me made my release build quickly.

“Eyes on me, Alana,” he said as my moans became more desperate and as he seamlessly slid his tail out of me and his cock in.

I met his gaze as the hard bar of his cock powered into me, the water churning around us. His pupils were huge and black, pinning me with their feverish intensity. My hands slipped to his shoulders, my nails scoring his flesh as my release crashed over me, the tremors rocking my body like punishing waves and rippling around his cock.

With a final raw sound, Bron surged inside me. A bellow was ripped from his lips as his shaft pulsed hot and urgent. Then he sagged against me.

“Raas?” I said when his weight started to pull me under.

He looked up at me, but his eyes were unfocused. The drugs were working.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get back in bed.”

“Greedy,” he murmured, as I led him up the stairs at the far end of the pool and across the room. “You’ve already had my tail and my cock.”

“No,” I said under my breath as I propelled him to the bed, and he collapsed onto it. “Sneaky.”

“Alana,” he said, fighting to keep his eyes open as he reached for me.

I took his hand, leaning in to kiss him one last time before sitting back and watching his eyes close. “I’m so sorry, Bron. One day you’ll realize that I did this to save you.”

I took a shaky breath, steeling myself for what I needed to do, and searching the floor for my clothes. Then the walls of the villa trembled.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Svar stood at his console on the command deck, scanning the readouts as he swayed back and forth, and let the flaps of his battle kilt knock against his thighs. He was still thinking about the eager Laurinian who’d wrapped her lips so prettily around his cock. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine himself back in the cabana bed, the salty air warm on his face and the female’s tongue hot and wet. He’d tangled his fingers in her thick blue hair as she’d sucked him, watching his length disappear into her mouth and her cheeks hollow.

“Tvek.” He pushed down his aching cock with one hand, shaking his head and trying to banish the distracting thoughts of the pleasurer. At least he was the only warrior on the command deck, although he doubted any of his fellow raiders would fault him for lingering thoughts after a visit to a pleasure planet like Laurinia.

The planet itself had been almost as much of an indulgence as the female, the warmth of the sun and the soft sounds of the lapping water seducing him just as completely. Watching the pleasurer move up and down on him, her bare breasts bouncing as he’d watched boats hover across the water in the distance, had been an intoxicating sight he wouldn’t soon forget.

A sharp beep drew his attention to his screen, and he forced the memory of the hedonistic planet from his mind. A transmission was coming in. He peered closer, not sure if he was reading it correctly. Were the Valox resistance ships they’d assisted really sending them a transmission? His stomach clenched. An encrypted transmission.

Tapping the console, he tensed as the voice of one of the Valox fighters filled the room, crackling with interference.

“Vandar horde.” The voice broke, and it was clear that the speaker was having difficulty breathing. “This is Captain Brandon of the Valox resistance.” He coughed. “I’m sending you this encrypted message on a secure channel in hopes it reaches you in time.”

In time? Svar grasped the corners of his console, willing the speaker to talk faster.

“After we parted, our fleet was again attacked by imperial forces.”

Another gurgling cough all but told Svar the man was choking on his own blood. He clenched his hands tighter, hate for the Zagrath rising up hot in his own chest.

“Most of our ships were destroyed, and our fighters killed.” The captain paused. “But not before they were tortured.”

Svar shifted from one foot to the other, needing to move but fighting the urge to hit something. The Zagrath were like a plague, making its victims writhe in pain before inflicting the ultimate punishment. A plague that he and his people were systematically fighting to destroy.

“I’m sending you this message because I fear they extracted certain information from one of our fighters.” The transmission broke up, the words garbled before they resumed. “There is a chance the empire knows about the human female on your horde.”

Svar’s blood went cold. The female? The one Raas Bron had claimed as his? The one who was currently on the surface of Laurinia with him?

The majak shook his head, but he knew there could be no other female. There were no other females