Conquering Their Mate: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance Page 2

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I have the honor of introducing you to Captain Shandar Drateq of the Federation of Cenzan as well as his first officer, Kalek Zanton.” Logan’s introduction was dry, even laced with a hint of bitterness. It appeared he’d been forced into this detail as well, although knowing the man, I suspected ulterior motives. Fascinating. He took a step back, refusing to give the alien any honor or respect by bothering to look him in the eyes.

  The alien captain moved forward with a slow gait, his hands behind his back, his expression impossible to read. But dear God, the creature reeked of testosterone.

  “My third in command is ill. We have not been able to heal him.” The velvety smooth tone was seductive, the baritone rich and alluring, drawing several reactions from the female doctors, even a few from the males. However, the alien seemed to be directing his comments directly to me.

  I experienced a tightness in my throat, and an odd sensation in my pussy. Even my nipples were fully erect, scraping against the thin lace of my bra. Without being directed, I moved forward, studying the various pieces of medical equipment, the usual implements meant for humans. “What has been done up to this point?”

  After a full two minutes of hesitation, one of the male doctors cleared his throat, stepping forward. “We’ve checked all the main vitals and run fluid tests for every human disease. Unfortunately, the compounds within their bodies aren’t similar enough to ours.”

  “In other words, you’re shit out of luck.” I sneered at the man. Yes, I realized my statement was entirely unprofessional, but given the shunning treatment I’d received from my peers, I quite frankly didn’t give a shit.

  Reeling back, the doctor’s face turned beet red. “We’ve performed as many tests as we feel are feasible at this time. I don’t know what you believe she can do at this point. I apologize, Captain, but I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. This is the first time we’ve had the opportunity to examine one of the Cenzans.”

  Logan took a deep breath, finally turning toward the alien in charge. “I’m sorry that our experts haven’t been able to determine the cause of your officer’s illness.”

  “Let the female try,” Captain Drateq stated, absolute authority in his tone.

  His booming voice echoed in the chamber.

  I could see just how irritated Logan had become, his jaw clenched, his eyes teeming with anger. There was also a shadowed expression that crossed his face, but only for a few seconds. Enough for me to see. The man was plotting something cataclysmic in nature.

  “Fine. Dr. Dupree. If you will.” Logan made a sweeping gesture with his arm before taking a step backwards.

  After glancing at the second alien, I walked closer to the creature lying on the table. I didn’t need to have my medical experience to know the male specimen was in significant pain. His eyes remained open, the normally intense color dimmed from his anguish. “What happened to him?” I gathered a sense of more than just an illness.

  Captain Drateq took calculated steps closer, flanking my side. The heat from his presence was overwhelming, creating a ring of perspiration along my hairline. I was electrified, every cell in my body on fire, my muscles screaming as the rush of current flowed through every extremity. His scent was incredible, musky and full of what had to be testosterone. And there was more. His entire being was encapsulated with raging desire. I was thrown, taking several deep breaths, my pussy clenching as if I’d just experienced the most intoxicating orgasm of my life.

  “We do not know,” he stated, the words so melodic, reeking with the kind of seductive baritone that sent shivers down my spine. “He fell ill, growing worse within hours. None of our medical personnel were able to provide any method of cure.”

  “Get this over with, Fiona.” Logan’s words were somehow amplified in the wide-open space, his use of my given name pissing me the hell off. He’d never respected my credentials or the woman who’d earned them.

  I shot him a vile look before lowering my head, offering a kind smile to the heavily secured patient. Captain Hicks obviously feared for someone’s safety. “I’m not going to hurt you. That I promise.”

  Whether or not the alien understood was difficult to tell.

  “Remove his shackles,” I directed, glowering at Logan when there was no response. I sensed Captain Drateq’s rage was being curtailed.

  “Do as she says,” Logan instructed one of his soldiers.

  I waited until the soldier was free of the restraints before inching closer. Moving slowly, I eased the sheet from his chest, marveling at the alien’s physique, the muscular build and carved abs. I blocked out the titters coming from the other scientists as I placed my hands on the creature. The reaction was instant as well as horrific and while the whisper was hoarse, muttered, I knew Captain Drateq had heard me. “He’s been poisoned.”

  * * *

  Then all hell had broken loose.

  I could hear my own heartbeat, matching the caustic sounds as the building crumbled. Ceiling tile floated down all around me, exposing the metal underneath. The booming sounds continued, even louder, as if the entire Cenzan race had descended, their fury unleashed. What I’d experienced, the few guttural words I’d whispered could mean the annihilation of everyone in the building, perhaps the entire planet. What I’d felt, the very moment of contact with the alien had awakened not only my senses but the very woman inside.

  Boom!

  The cascading rumble turned into silence, utter and complete silence. Gone were the shattering noises, the smashing of glass. There were also no further sounds of any of the scientists, their screams and cries for salvation ceased.

  I crept out from my hiding place, gulping several breaths, trying to make sense of what had occurred.

  Then I heard footsteps, careful and methodical, as if they were in no hurry, as if they knew exactly where they were going. Fear unlike anything I’d ever experienced settled into my already ruptured mind, sending direct pulses to my twitching muscles. I shifted against the wall, my eyes locked on the door, counting the seconds as the slight pounding of their footsteps drew closer. Three. Two. One.

  A single hard slam against the office door was all that was needed. Then he walked inside, trailed by at least three others of his kind. The captain. The alien. The man I’d seen in my dreams. Our eyes locked and for a few precious seconds, he allowed me to visualize my fate.

  “You will obey us in every manner. You will belong to us. Do you understand, Fiona?” Shandar stood over me, his massive chest heaving, his eyes boring into mine. In his hand was a leather strap, his favorite implement of punishment, one I’d learned about from day one. I could do nothing but submit to the creature, my lover and master.

  “Yes, sir.” I was naked, on my knees, my wrists shackled. Two others flanked my side, dangerous in appearance, their cocks standing at full attention. I gazed at their magnificence, tight muscles and washboard abs, their long legs perfectly carved. But their dicks were truly a thing of beauty, their balls swollen with cum. Each had two cocks, one smooth and thick, hanging low. The other was covered in hundreds of nodules nearly a quarter of an inch long. When one was sliding into my pussy, another in my ass, I was thrown into sublime ecstasy.

  “She is learning,” the second in command stated as he tapped one shaft against my cheek.

  Shandar rolled the strap down my spine as he fisted my hair, intertwining his fingers in my long locks. “And she will learn more in time, Kalek. Come join us, Braga. Feast upon her luscious form.”

  “Yes, I will and more than once tonight,” Braga stated, his tone filled with heated lust. “Open your mouth, our sultry slave.”

  I did as I was told, opening wide, waiting for my other master to take his place.

  As Shandar smacked my ass, issuing one hard slap after another, the tip of Braga’s cock was placed at my mouth. I licked around his cockhead, savoring the way the bumps felt against my tongue, the taste of his pre-cum. I was hungry, famished for more. As he slid his dick inside, hi
s eyes clamping shut, I began to suck, darting my tongue back and forth.

  Braga pumped, his rhythm almost perfect, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

  “She’s magnificent,” Kalek whispered as he cupped my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. The pain was exquisite, sending a cataclysm of current into every cell in my body. My pussy was wet, juice trickling down the insides of my thighs. As Kalek slid one hand down my stomach, cupping my mound, his finger swirling around my clit, I moaned over the thick invasion.

  “Yes, she is,” Shandar whispered as he cracked the strap.

  The vision began to fade but the meaning was clear.

  I would belong to them, to several of the male species from Cenzan. I would be forced to submit in every manner, disciplined for any infraction, succumbing to their brutal will.

  And I would become their mate.

  Chapter Two

  Shandar

  I found it difficult to take my eyes off the beautiful female. She was exactly as I’d envisioned, stunning in a manner that had captivated me the moment of the first dream. I’d never told anyone about my particular visions, keeping the sizzling gift all to myself. How many nights had I masturbated to images of her lovely face? Yet, I’d never believed they were anything but fantasies, until I arrived on Earth. On that very day, she called to me, begging for my domination, promising her utter and complete submission.

  Not in any traditional method, but with the subtlety of a connection that no one would be able to explain. Then I’d searched for her. To have her standing in front of me, fearful but curious was a cathartic moment that could not be denied. She was destined to become my mate, a lover to several of our kind, but only as I deemed appropriate.

  Our females were entirely different, much smaller in stature, no longer allowed to wear the symbols of seduction in attire. After all, we were in a battle to overtake the planet, even if the Earthlings weren’t aware of our guarded activity. The act of war on this day would begin the eradication process much sooner than we’d anticipated.

  I moved into the room, scanning the area in order to ascertain that she was alone. I could smell her trepidation, and increased anxiety as well as the emotion of anger. I was also able to capture something else. She was excited, her scent of mating strong, what I’d learned was called desire. There was a moment of clarity as she glared into my eyes and I allowed a few select images to be broadcast into her mind, visions of what she could expect once I’d secured her on my ship. The longing I felt between my legs was palpable, what some would consider a weakness, but I’d hunted this woman for two months, tracking her as I would any other kind of prey.

  Unfortunately, the connection we shared would be challenging to explain to the Imperials, the illustrious leaders of Cenzan. They found the humans distasteful, nothing more than barbaric animals meant to be enslaved and tortured. Only a select few would ever be allowed any audience with the revered individuals who sat at the head council, determining fate for more than just our kind, a dying species.

  “What do you want?” she asked as she stood to her full height, her hand absently brushing a wisp of hair out of her face. Her lower lip quivered, her level of fear intensified since being allowed to partake in certain remnants of my mind.

  “Captain, we must take Braga to safety,” Kalek stated as he flanked my side, his obvious disdain for my decisions worn on his face like some beacon of honor. He was my most trusted friend, a man whose skills were unparalleled, even ruthless. He was also my confidant, protector, and what the humans called an assassin.

  The fact Braga Maak had been poisoned was punishable by death. On this day, I would become what the humans called judge and jury.

  “I’m aware of that.” I kept my words even as I walked even closer to the healer. She didn’t blink or cower like the majority of females. Instead, she stood in a defiant manner, her expression hardening. The bastard who’d poisoned my other officer would die a horrific death by my hands, but only after we sequestered the female. I tilted my head, taking a whiff, my cocks throbbing. While she appeared incensed, beads of perspiration slid down both sides of her lovely face. I’d heard Captain Hicks use her first name, Fiona, which suited her given her copper-colored hair and eyes the color of the Targan Sea on my home planet. The vivid emerald hue was mesmerizing, drawing my natural instincts to the forefront.

  I would own this woman, demanding hours of extreme pleasure, providing painful stimulation as well as punishments.

  And she would beg me for more.

  “The others are waiting. There will be reinforcements for the humans here within minutes,” Kalek continued. “I’ve dispatched as many soldiers as feasible. We must return to the ship.”

  “They will hunt down your kind, destroying you. You have no idea how powerful we are,” Fiona hissed under her breath.

  “You will not talk to our captain that way.” Kalek’s hand was lifted, prepared to issue a hard strike when I grabbed his wrist.

  “I will deal with her in my methods.” I kept my eyes pinned on her, making certain she understood that she now belonged to the Federation. “I will discipline her as necessary and as required, whipping her for any and every infraction. However, your objection is noted, Kalek.” I could almost taste her increasing excitement at the prospect.

  Kalek issued a single growl. “Yes, Captain.”

  After dropping my second in command’s hand, I crowded her space, backing her against the wall. Even though she was considered tall among her kind, I towered over her and enjoyed her body quivering as it was pressed against mine. She’d received some injuries from the various explosions and while I could sense none that were life threatening, she would need medical attention. “My officer is right. I’ve studied your race for some time now. What you need is a hard spanking. Perhaps I should turn you over my knees right here, bare your rounded ass, and provide a harsh punishment just like you deserve.” A simple inhale told me she was extremely aroused.

  “You wouldn’t dare,” she spouted, her attitude increasingly haughty.

  “I suggest you watch your tongue because I’ll give you exactly what you require anywhere at any time.” To prove my point, I yanked her over my extended arm, lifting her skirt and yanking down her panties. My cocks were aching, throbbing. I heard Kalek’s guarded growl behind me, knew his yearning to taste a female.

  “Stop! Stop!” she flailed, kicking out.

  I was far too strong for her, able to control her as I issued several hard cracks against her backside. I moved back and forth, enjoying the slapping sounds of skin to skin. I’d never disciplined any female in this regard and I had to admit, this was extremely enjoyable.

  “Captain. Braga?” Kalek hissed through pursed lips but he remained close, his eyes never leaving the action.

  I peppered her ass with several more swats until her skin was a bright pink. I had to use every ounce of self-control to keep from dipping my finger into her pussy.

  She wiggled and moaned, but her undulating movements were more out of burning hunger than any pain I was inflicting. When I drew her into a standing position, her face was flushed, her eyes wide open. “Any location. My choice.”

  A single whimper slipped past her ruby-stained lips, the sound more like a submissive purr. She regained her composure, jerking her clothes into place and brushing her hand through her disheveled hair. “How dare you. You monster. You have no rights over me. None. I am human, not one of your kind,” she insisted, but her erect nipples gave her away, pushing hard through the thin material of her blouse.

  I was going to enjoy every aspect of training this formidable woman. I drew the tip of my finger through the blood on her forehead, the single touch sending a shower of kinetic energy from my body to hers. I could easily tell she was affected by the tethering, her feminine scent increasing, her body temperature rising. “That is where you’re wrong. I am now in control and you will follow my directions. I have every right to punish you as I see fit.”

  She
glared at me as her answer.

  “You are a natural healer, Fiona Dupree. You will heal our comrade, or you will be sent to the labor camp, a place where you will never again see the light of day. You will also heed to me, as well as to all my officers, in every manner. Do you understand?” I was electrified, aspects of my body stimulated in manners I hadn’t experienced for years. I longed to take her, sliding one of my cocks into her pussy, the second into her ass.

  And one day, very soon, I would have everything I desired.

  “Do you?” I repeated, lowering my head until our lips were almost touching. Her ragged breathing and rapid heart rate were also stimulating.

  “Yes,” she whispered. She slunk back as much as possible, but I was able to read her thoughts, to unfurl the mask she believed she’d placed carefully around her hunger. She thrived on being taken and used, spanked and whipped as necessary. I was just the being to give her everything she craved.

  “Captain, we must leave now!” The urgency in Kalek’s voice could no longer be denied.

  “Take her to the Airtak, secure her in a holding cell until I arrive. I have one last task before boarding.”

  “Shandar!” Kalek’s voice boomed.

  I shot him an angry look before backing away. “Give instructions to the other ships to leave the airspace immediately and tell them to be prepared for retaliation. Have the Airtak ready for departure the moment I arrive back on the ship.”

  “Yes, sir. Our command module will be ready as well as armed. Take her,” Kalek instructed.

  I took a step back as two soldiers gripped her arms.

  “Don’t do this,” Fiona pleaded, a slight break in her demeanor.

  I was drawn to everything about this woman. Forced to look away, I headed to the doorway, my mind locked on finding the human responsible for Braga’s condition.