Kidnapped by a Warrior Page 4

  “Your ass was made for spanking. I might do it again later just for fun.”

  “I liked it.” She wanted to clamp a hand over her mouth as soon as the words were out.

  He gazed at her with doubt in his eyes. “Do not mock me. Not now. Not after what we’ve shared.”

  She took his hands. His body was so warm. Much warmer than she thought it should be, even now. Was that part of his different DNA make up? “I’m not mocking you. I really did like it. It stung, but it also aroused me.”

  “I’m glad you did, but now I’ll have to find some other way to punish you.”

  His expression turned almost tender, and it tugged at her heart. What would this experience be like if he were a human man she’d met, and the invasion had never happened? Nostalgia washed over her, bringing with it the memory of him telling her that her parents and sisters were dead. She bit her lip to try to stop the tears, but they came anyway.

  He brushed them away. “Do not cry. I will not cause you undue pain. Your punishment, even when warranted, will be fair and will not cause you permanent damage.”

  “No, that’s not it. I was thinking of my family. I’ll never see them again.”

  “I cannot change that.”

  “Do you have family?”

  “I did.” His voice was hard now. “They are dead.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “War is brutal. People die.”

  “Yes, they do. But that doesn’t make it any easier to accept.”

  He stared at her for a long time, and her heart went out to him. He was so alpha, and obviously trying hard not to be emotional, but she could sense it wanting to come out underneath that rough and tough exterior.

  He pulled her close again and just held her, which was so relaxing that she pushed away the unhappy thoughts for now and instead absorbed his warmth and his scent. His cock was rock hard again, but she wanted more this time than him simply pushing it inside her.

  Callie moved to straddle him, which wasn’t easy because his thighs were quite large. He scooted back against the pillow where she’d been sitting a moment ago, and then it was more comfortable to sit on his thighs. She traced several tats on his torso with one finger. “What are these symbols? What do they mean?”

  “They represent battles we’ve fought. Each one depicts a struggle won in our cause.”

  There had to be at least a dozen of them on his body. “How long have you been fighting for your freedom?”

  “Seventeen and a half years.”

  “Wow. Forgive me, but how old are you? I mean in years? Do you measure time in years?”

  He actually smiled, and the gesture lit up his face so much that her heart gave another small tug. He really was beautiful. “Yes, we measure time the same way you do, although we refer to each hour by what you call military time. But our planets revolve around our sun as your Earth does, and our year is close to yours in terms of time.”

  “So how old are you?”

  “I am thirty-five years old.”

  “You’ve been fighting since you were a teenager?”

  “Yes.” He said it proudly. “I’ve done my duty, and I continue to do it.”

  “And how far have you come in your cause since then?”

  “We have taken over most of this planet.”

  “This freedom you’re fighting for, is it about more than your objections to the Regum teaching women that sex is only their duty?”

  “Yes, of course it is. They want to control everything we do. They want to tell us what to think and how to feel about every aspect of our lives. This is about much more than our sexual freedom. That’s why I oppose what the Tyranns are doing with the women from your planet.”

  It looked like he was about to say something else, but then he averted his gaze for a second. She had the uncomfortable feeling that if he’d told her, she would have found the idea disturbing. He took her hand and placed it on his dick. “Do you really want to talk right now?”

  She laughed softly as she wrapped her hand around it and stroked the shaft gently. The veiny surface contrasted nicely with the velvety softness, and when he threw back his head and moaned, she had to fight not to come again.

  “Baby, that feels so fucking good.”

  “I like it, too.”

  He cupped her face. “I need to fuck you. In the pussy and in the ass. I need to be inside you now.”

  “I’ve never had anal sex.” He had a right to know that.

  His gaze softened. “Then I shall be very, very careful.” He laid her on her back and spread her legs, then brushed his hands up and down her thighs, holding her gaze the entire time. He picked up the bottle of oil and spread some of the liquid on his cock. She watched, fascinated. There was something so incredibly sexy about a man touching his own dick.

  “You’re mine,” he said, sliding his cock into her pussy. “You’re mine forever now.”

  Callie cried out in pleasure and pain. He was so big that it did hurt at first, but within a few seconds the pain was gone, replaced by most exquisite fullness imaginable. He sat back on his heels as he thrust, slowly, while one hand teased her clit.

  “You’re going to come again for me.”

  That was all it took. Callie moaned loudly as a slow orgasm began, helped by his expert fingers on her clit and him moving inside her at precisely the exact rhythm she needed. How did he know? He pushed the length of it into her pussy, then withdrew almost to pulling out, then plunged back in again.

  The contractions started deep her in abdomen then spread out until she swore she could feel them in her fingers and toes. She could hardly breathe when he finally pulled out and then gently turned her over. Panic rose up, hot and prickly, when he inserted a warm, wet finger into her asshole.

  Before she even spoke, he caressed her ass cheeks with his other hand. “It’s all right, baby. I promise. I will go slowly and you will love this as much as you’ve loved everything I’ve done to you tonight.”

  Callie closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. The silky feel of his finger, the scent of the oil, and the unaccustomed fullness inside her ass. He was right. It was very pleasant, and she grasped fistfuls of the bedspread as arousal replaced fear.

  When he slid two oiled fingers inside, she moaned loudly as each pass of them sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to her clit. She no longer cared if he was using some kind of powers on her. He was true to his word that he’d be careful, and that’s what mattered to her right now. She could trust him.

  Finally, she heard him put on a condom, and almost giggled at the image of aliens having condoms. He must have known she was holding back a laugh, because he chuckled softly. “Did you think just because I cannot impregnate you that I don’t want my wanker clean?”

  That did it. She couldn’t stop the laughter this time, which actually helped her relax a bit when he gently slid that huge cock into her ass. “Just keep breathing, baby.”

  Once he was all the way in, he slipped a hand underneath her, and two fingers found her clit. Callie moaned loudly as he teased it while he thrust inside her asshole. It was the ultimate surrender, and she couldn’t imagine why she’d been afraid to try this before. The fullness was so intense, but once she grew used to it, another climax was on the way.

  “Callie … you feel so damn good, baby. Do you like this?”

  “Yes. I love it.”

  “Come again for me. Then I’ll pull out and fuck your pussy.”

  “Jesus…” Callie didn’t answer him because she couldn’t even think now. She was completely at his mercy and loved it. She didn’t want to be anywhere else. When the orgasm crashed over her it was weak, but she certainly felt it. True to his word, he withdrew, and she heard him pull off the condom.

  Then he inserted a lubed finger into her pussy from behind, crooning words she didn’t understand. Was that his native language? When he pushed his dick into her pussy again, she cried out in pleasure. He fucked her rough and hard now, but she loved i
t. Each thrust massaged her swollen clit, and Callie whimpered as he slammed into her. She’d never imagined sex could be this incredible and raw.

  “You’re mine,” he said. “I’m never letting you go. Never.”

  That was fine with her, and right now she couldn’t have protested or fought him even if she’d wanted to. She was under his spell, and she didn’t care. Nothing else existed but Jakara and his beautiful body.

  When he finally came again, he cried out loudly and grunted his way through the damn longest male orgasm she’d ever experienced. He withdrew, turned her around, and then pulled her into his arms and held her. Both of them were still breathing hard, and they were each covered with a fine sheen of sweat. She could barely hang onto him because she was so weak. Everything hurt, but she had never felt such peace or satiety.

  She drifted off to sleep, all thoughts of the past six months fading into the background as his scent and his muscled body filled her dreams.

  Chapter Five

  Jakara stood outside his home in the chilly morning air, thanking Lesha for the clothes she’d brought over for Callie, and for keeping this a secret. “We keep each other’s secrets,” she said. That was an understatement.

  Lesha had lived near Jakara and his family on Addo, but Lesha could never return to her home planet. Her brother had stolen money from some of the Regum for whom he’d worked, and they’d caught him and killed him, but not before he claimed Lesha had helped him. There was a price on her head, and she had no way to prove her innocence now that he was dead.

  And Jakara was hardly a model citizen, so his word proclaiming Lesha’s innocence would mean nothing to the Regum looking for her. He kept her secret, and she cleaned his modest home and helped him with delicate matters when needed. Such as procuring female clothing for an Earthling he had decided to hide.

  “Do you have enough food for two?”

  “Yes,” he said. “More than enough. “No one will question my buying extra food, but I will need certain things strictly for women that I cannot be seen buying. She is only twenty-five Earth years old.”

  She nodded. “Of course. I’ll take care of that later today for you.”

  “And I’ll tell her about you so if you come to the house when I’m not here she won’t be afraid.”

  Lesha leaned close and lowered her voice even though no one was around for miles. “Take extra care, Jakara. There are bad rumors on Sera about this planet. The Regum knows about the facility being built, and has begun asking too many questions. They know it’s not an aircraft hanger or a warehouse.”

  “I have nothing to do with that.” Jakara wanted no part of what a large group of Tyranns were constructing, although he did agree in principle with the reason behind it. It would bring in money, and it was a way to prevent the Earth women from being used and hurt by multiple groups of men.

  “That won’t matter to them, and you know it. They have lumped all of you together, and in their mind you will be held as accountable as the men who planned it and are building it.”

  “Thank you for the warning.” There was no point in arguing this issue with Lesha. She only had his best interests at heart, and would protect him with her life if necessary. That was far more than he could say for Logan, or any of his acquaintances. Jakara hadn’t had time to make friends during the past seventeen years. He’d been too busy fighting to stay alive and earn his place among his people.

  Once Lesha left, he went inside and made food for himself and Callie. He had no idea what she liked to eat in the morning, so he made what he usually did, and hoped it would satisfy her appetite. He knew she drank coffee because the drone reports had included her recent grocery purchases, so he made it strong, hoping that was the way she normally drank it.

  She walked into the kitchen, smiling. “What do I smell? It’s heavenly.”

  “Coffee, eggs, ham, and what you would probably call grits.”

  “Wow. Thank you.”

  “We have to eat.”

  She glanced around. “Um, I need to use the…”

  He pointed. “The bathroom is through that door, and I’ve put clothing in there for you to wear.”

  “Thank you. Do I have time to take a shower?”

  “A quick one, unless you want cold food.”

  He watched her sprint for the bathroom door, his heart pounding. What the hell have I done here? But as soon as the thought formed, he knew he wouldn’t have made a different choice even if he’d stopped to think with his head instead of his cock. The compulsion to protect her and keep her for his own had been too strong.

  He didn’t understand it, and he might never figure out what it was about her that had prompted him to take such a risk, but Jakara knew one thing. He’d been far too lonely for too long, and Callie was exactly the kind of woman he’d always dreamed of having for his own. She was the epitome of all his fantasies as a young man, and those dreams hadn’t changed as he’d matured.

  He dreamed of finding a woman who would enjoy his company and his bed. He’d had his share of women merely for sex, and it left him cold and unsatisfied. If his fellow soldiers felt the same way, Jakara had never heard them voice it aloud. And it didn’t matter to him if his views were considered odd or dangerous. They were his views, and he could no more suppress his desires than he could kill the need for food and water in his own body.

  When she emerged, she twirled in a circle. “What do you think?”

  He shook his head. “You’re killing me. How am I supposed to eat when you parade your body in front of me like that?”

  “I mean the clothes. Do they look all right on me?” She fingered the sheath. “Is this real silk?”

  “Yes, it is. And they look perfect on you. Lesha guessed your size correctly.” He motioned her over. “Come and eat something. If you’re as hungry as I am, we’re both ready to fall over.”

  She took a seat across from him. “Lesha?”

  “She takes care of my home and procures certain items for me that I can’t be seen buying. She is an old family friend. If she comes to the door while I’m gone, it’s okay to let her inside the house. She will protect us both and keep us safe and hidden here.”

  Callie stopped in the act of bringing her coffee cup toward her mouth. “When you’re gone?”

  “I have a mission to fulfill. I have to fly as often as I always did, or I would not be able to explain why I had not done so. But I will never be gone longer than a twenty-four hour period at the most.”

  She sipped her coffee, but the light had gone out of her eyes. “I didn’t realize I’d be alone so long.”

  “You are safe here.”

  “But what do I do with myself while you’re gone? What are your expectations of me?”

  He took the cup from her and placed it on the table. “You’re not here as my servant, Callie. Lesha will take care of the home. You may do whatever you wish while I’m gone, as long as you stay indoors. You cannot be seen. Not by anyone except Lesha.”

  “How will I prevent that?”

  “By staying indoors unless you’re with me.”

  “What if someone besides Lesha comes to the house?”

  “No one will. This home is on the other side of Voyeur Moon where almost no one lives. The people who have built homes here do not want to be found. That’s why we live here.”

  She swallowed hard. “But what if there’s an emergency and I have to get in touch with you?”

  He pointed toward her plate. “Let us eat first and then I’ll show you how to do that.”

  ****

  Callie had never tasted food like this. “Why is it so much better?”

  “It’s fresh, and we don’t use preservatives or chemicals to enhance the soil or the animals from which the eggs and ham come. It makes a difference in how the food tastes.”

  “Thank you for making it.”

  “Do you like to cook?”

  She smiled. “If you mean can I pop a frozen dinner in the microwave, sure. I love to cook.”


  “You won’t find frozen dinners or microwaves on this planet. Lesha will teach you to cook without using what you’re used to, but when I’m here, I’ll take care of the food preparation for us.”

  She glanced up at him from under her lashes. “So, I’m here as your … um … sex partner, then?”

  The look he gave her was full of amusement. “Is that not desirable to you?”

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “No, unless you’d prefer I take you to the holding cells.”

  She lowered her gaze. “Are they here, then? On this planet? I assumed they were on Addo.”

  “No. Our barracks are there. The holding cells I described are here, on Voyeur Moon.”

  Callie blinked back tears. Had last night meant nothing to him except a body to use? How did that make him any different than the men he was constantly putting down for using women as sex slaves?

  “Why are you upset?”

  She told him what she was thinking.

  “There is a vast difference. Do you understand what I’ve described to you? What is happening to women taken from your planet? Instead of bringing them here for us to have as partners, they’re being gang-raped. Brutally and without mercy. The entire operation has turned into something it was never meant to be, and my own people are doing this!”

  Callie shook her head. “Stop it,” she whispered.

  “You need to hear this. We targeted the women on your planet for your passion and your warmth. We want that. We crave that because there is no chance with the Regum in power that we will ever get that from our own women. But this isn’t what most of us had in mind. We never intended for it to be a frenzy that hurt and sometimes killed Earth women.”

  “I’m sorry.” Her entire body shook and she fought not to cry again, but so many emotions bubbled up inside that she had trouble processing any of them right now. Had her sisters gone through that? Or her mother? Is that what had really killed them?

  “I don’t want your apology. I want you to listen to what I’m telling you. I could have taken you to the same place I’ve taken countless girls. It was what I was supposed to do. If my Section Chief finds out I did not, I will lose my position and worse. But I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t condemn you to that fate. Something…”