Taken: Nomadican Mates Series 3: Alien Reverse Harem Romance Read online

  Crooking his finger at me, I freeze to the spot. I feel like the family pet that just shit on the carpet. He might not have smacked my hand, but I’m taking that serious look on his usual friendly face that I’ve done something terribly wrong.

  I take a step back as he comes to stand before me. Offering me his hand, I gulp back my fears, and I lay my much smaller one in his, allowing him to lead me out of the room.

  Married to my males, I’m a little nervous about what will be expected of me, so I obediently follow Natu down the corridor. Once the hatch comes into view, I dig in my heels, a fresh panic solidifying my feet to the floor.

  Natu leaves me to open the hatch, but the confines of the elevator car feel too much like my punishment has already begun. Now that I’ve tasted freedom, I don't want to be returned to my prison. My mind is screaming if I get in that elevator, I will forever be inside a cage.

  Natu waves me over to join him. I shake my head, my hands fisted so tight, I feel the bite of my nails as they pierce my skin.

  “Avay, it is only a lift. You have nothing to fear.”

  I shake my head again.

  “I have no idea what you said, and I don’t care. I’m not going back in that cage.”

  Brow scrunched down tight, Natu’s approach is cautious. Just before he reaches me, I whirl away and head back the way we came. He doesn’t give chase, simply follows.

  My hand shakes as I access the panel to Xuel’s room. The moment the door dissolves, I run inside. Natu looks crestfallen as he joins me.

  “Avay, you do not want to spend this time with me?”

  The shake of my head increases his frown. I could be denying him his turn, but if I get on that elevator, I’m at risk of being locked away again. I’m not going anywhere until I know for sure where I’ll be taken.

  I walk over to the panel and place my hand close, but not too close, it dissolves the door, then I pound on it with balled fists. Turning to Natu, whose face is full of curiosity and interest, I slide down the door and wrap my arms around myself before pointing a finger to the floor above, whimpering for added effect.

  Apparently, my charade skills are better than I thought, understanding and sympathy replaces the hurt that darkened his handsome features.

  Approaching me slowly, Natu crouches before me.

  “I want with my entire being to make you understand. You are no longer a coitus servant, Avay.” My heart feels Natu’s words, warmth filling it near to bursting. “You are now a Nomidican mate, our cherished one. Always to be protected. Your womb the sacred, life-giving haven that will keep our dying race alive.”

  Natu holds his arms wide, and I don’t resist the comfort. Leaning into him, I wrap my arms around his solid form. Enveloped in his warmth, the bond I feel growing between us births a confidence of trust I’m afraid to believe in, but I give myself over, regardless, and stand as he guides me up and out the door.

  I walk down the corridor, hand-in-hand with Natu until we reach the elevator. Once inside, I tighten my grip on his hand and hold my breath despite the smooth ride up.

  The door glides open, and we step out, traveling only a short distance before reaching the room, I suppose I can now call mine. The moment I step inside, I sink into the first seat I come to, relieved I’m not going back to my cage. I close my eyes in thanks and sag into the cushioned chair.

  A gentle touch to my shoulder and the scent of chai tea commands my attention. I sit up straight and open my eyes to find trays of food on the once empty table across the way. Filing out of the room are the shark-toothed creatures I was once terrified of. Now? Not so much. Not to say all those sharp teeth and creepy pink eyes don’t still freak me out a little.

  I join Natu when he motions for me to sit across the table from him. Eyeing the spread, the longer I’m here, the more I’m becoming familiar with the alien’s food. There aren’t many dishes offered I haven’t already tried.

  Natu moves all the meats to his side and pushes a bowl full of something white and round at me. Whatever it is doesn’t look very appealing, so I stick to what I know, and it isn’t long before I’ve tamed my hunger. Easing back, I sip my chai tea.

  Natu pushes the bowl of untouched white round things at me again, his brow rising with expectation.

  “No, thanks.” I hold up a hand. “I’m stuffed.”

  “Avay, you must eat protein if you are to birth healthy Nomadican young.”

  When I just look at him like a deer caught in headlights, his shoulders slump.

  “That translator needs to arrive soon.” He eyes me, drumming his fingers on the table’s edge.

  Returning his stare, I don’t shy away.

  “We need to exchange your dress for a clean one.” Natu stands and indicates my attire with a flick of his hand.

  I glance down at myself. I don’t know why I’m shocked to find I’m still wearing the dress from my wedding, and there isn’t a single wrinkle in the tight weave, despite the fact I slept in it.

  I let Natu lead me into the adjoining bathroom and help me out of my garment before starting the shower’s spray. With Natu still fully clothed, I stand naked before him. Reveling in his consuming gaze, I’ve never felt so beautiful, so wanted.

  Lust irons out the furrows etched in his brow, and his pupils explode with a monstrous hunger. His tantalizing musk fills my lungs, tingling over my skin.

  My hands settle around his tight waist, trailing starved fingertips over the peaks and valleys of the incredible architecture of his masculine physique.

  Natu carefully removes the bands from my hair and sets them aside, nudging me backward until the warmth of the spray flattens my hair into a single sheet down my back. I welcome his roaming hands, thumbing my nipples. I arch into his touch, wanting to complete what was denied by Xuel.

  Guilt slithers over me. As unfair as it is to Natu, just the mere thought of Xuel makes me crazy. This is Natu’s turn, so I force aside images of the other male and focus on the one before me.

  Growling, Natu begins to wash my hair as he did before the ceremony, only more quickly this time. Next, he washes every inch of my skin, taking his time with my breasts and between my thighs. Sliding his slippery fingers over the petals of my sex, I’m soon pulsating with need.

  Taking the shower wand from its cradle, Natu takes pleasure in spraying away the suds, pausing to tease me mercilessly between my widening stance. By the time he pulls the spray away, I’m aching with lust so powerful, a single touch would send me spiraling over the edge.

  Natu returns the wand and steps in close, crowding me with his massive size. I absorb every nuance of his radiant heat when he presses into me, grinding his hips. The friction of the hard lines that make up his erection drives me wild with a blinding need.

  Something smooth touches my throbbing slit. Before I can object, a tube slips easily between my saturated labia, and I moan. A rush of fluid hits my cervix, and that odd shifting I felt before happens again.

  My intention of complaining vanishes with the first look of his rock-solid erection as he frees himself. I can’t wait to have him inside me.

  Apparently, he is of a like mind.

  Not bothering to shed his clothes, Natu bends to hook my legs over his heavy forearms and lifts me, spreading me wide. My back comes to rest against the smooth wall of the shower, and in a single swift movement, he nails me, sheathing himself to the hilt in my willing body, and I come undone.

  No more is the pain of being stretched to accommodate his massive size; my flesh has been adapting to fit perfectly around these enormous alien cocks. Exploding in waves, I grip and squeeze his pistoning sex. A taste of his usual gentleness remains, but he’s as desperate for me as I am for him. Hammering into me, he tucks his face into the crook of my neck, his grunts and groans erotic as he takes me. I feel more than hear every sound of pleasure my body gives him.

  Empowered, I latch onto his horns and roll my hips to match his thrusts. Letting go, I give myself over to him. Submissiveness has nev
er been in my repertoire but being dominated by my males is an exhilarating indulgence.

  Chapter 3

  Living a life of leisure, I’m sprawled out like a lazy cat on my comfy bed in my new room, enjoying the aftermath of my well-used sex. I lost count of the orgasms Natu so selflessly gave me. My flesh should be sated, but like an animal in heat, just thinking about how wonderful his cock felt makes me crave more. I can still feel an echo of his thick shaft.

  Nulis soundlessly enters my space. I undulate at the sight of him, my naked body flushing with heat.

  He sniffs the air, and I know he scents my arousal. Rolling to my belly, I present the part of my anatomy he favors and wag my backside at him.

  Nulis’ pupils dilate, but he doesn’t take the bait as I hoped. Instead, he surprises me with an array of interesting items.

  Tucked under one beefy arm, he carries a package covered in a strange fabric. Settling himself on the edge of my bed, I slide across the mattress to meet him. Dragging me up, he settles me on his lap. I wiggle against the beginnings of what will be a tremendous erection. His grunt comes out an odorous cloud that steals my breath. Narrowing his vibrant gaze, he swats my leg, and I cease moving.

  I hold still as Nulis unwraps his package, laying out what he’s brought. I recognize the round, white food Natu offered me at our last shared meal, along with the rolled-up placemat-looking thing I was equally uninterested in when I was first brought to this room.

  With heavy arms around me, Nulis unrolls the opaque mat. Thick but flexible, the surface he reveals has a dull sheen like a lens peeled from the picture tube of a television.

  I jump when Nulis touches the surface, and it springs to vivid life. Running his finger over the various images playing across the once cloudy surface, he demonstrates how to scroll and isolate the pictures he wants to look at more closely. Strange writing, a mixture of Japanese characters and hieroglyphs, streams beneath each post.

  Alien internet? Some sort of digital newspaper? I don’t know, but it’s fun, the images are bizarre and interesting.

  Handing it to me, I copy his movements. His upper lip lifts in his signature sneer I now identify with as his version of a smile—I’m filled with a strange sense of pride at the firm nod of his head.

  Quickly enthralled with my new toy, I allow him to push one of those round white things between my lips. Crunching down, my eyes fly up to meet his. It’s similar in taste and texture to a macadamia nut.

  My lack of protein is resolved!

  I’m thrilled my males noticed I had a need and thought enough of me to take action. That’s more than any boyfriend back on Earth had ever done. The guys I usually end up with are too narcissistic to see past their own needs.

  A sense of fondness and acceptance washes over me—something I’ve longed for that’s always been just beyond my reach. I swallow hard and fight back the wave of belonging in this alien world. I remind myself Earth is where I want to be returned.

  Nulis lays the bowl of nuts in my lap.

  “What is this?” I ask, pointing to the bowl.

  “Tristiu.”

  “Tris-tee-u,” I repeat.

  Nulis nods, curling his lip in a pleased snarl. He then exchanges the rolled-up placemat thing with something circular and flat, the surface of the disc holding a gray tinge. He lays it on the flat of my open palm and runs the pad of his thumb across the surface. A spectacular streak of sparkling colors shimmers a river of swirling particles that shine brightly before dissipating into nothingness. Nulis does in again, only this time, running his thumb around in a circle, the disc flares to life in a beautiful vortex of colors.

  I give it a try and brush the tips of my fingers over the smooth surface, finding it warm and pleasing to the touch. The wild swirl of colors soothes me. I use my thumb to create the shimmering effect as Nulis had done. I don’t know why, but the longer I rub the disc, the more I’m overcome with euphoric bliss.

  I reluctantly hand it back, but he shakes his head.

  “Thank you for the gift. Whatever it is, I love it,” I say, holding the disc over my heart. I know Nulis doesn’t understand my words, so I try to use body language and facial expressions.

  Ducking his head, he shows me a glimpse of his never-before-seen humble side. The faint tint of blush is most becoming. Cupping his cheek, I smooth my fingers down and along his strong jawline. Such a handsome male, my Nulis.

  The warmth of his palm finds my flesh. Always in a hurry for sex, I’m not surprised to feel his hand burrowing under my dress. Smoothing his warm palm up and around my calf, he gives my knee a squeeze before traveling higher onto my thigh.

  I reach up to tug on a horn before pushing his head back to nuzzle his throat. His cock jumps beneath me. Setting aside the bowl and disc, I relax back into his arms and spread my legs. Brushing the very tips of his fingers up my thigh and, oh so close, to my waiting sex, I’m confused and left aching when he pulls away.

  Abruptly, he stands and turns with me in his arms before laying me on the bed, arranging my limbs, so I’m lying flat on my back with my arms and legs out straight. Popping the lid off the last item in his package, he fills his palm with scented oil. I’m nervous about what effect the oil will have on me. After my first encounter with alien lube, I think I’ll always flinch when introduced to anything jelly-like.

  Palms together, he gives his hands a brisk rub before applying the liquid to my trembling flesh. Nulis begins at my feet, and a massage like no other commences. Closing my eyes, I give myself over to the unexpected pampering.

  Nulis’ hands make a pleasurable journey up my calves and over my knees. Working the muscles of my thighs into something akin to Jell-O, I’m putty in his capable hands by the time he reaches my fingertips.

  Rolling me over, my neck and shoulders are treated to a thorough rubbing before he journeys south, down the column of my spine. Skipping my rear end, Nulis takes care of the backs of my thighs and calves. I’m practically drooling by the time I think he’s finished.

  I hear the top pop off of the bottle a second time and the friction of hands. His palms land weighty and smooth on my plump backside—Nulis saved his favorite part of my anatomy to tend to last. Working my flesh, he mumbles to himself. I would swear he's purring.

  The bed shifts under his weight as he pushes my thighs apart to make room for his tremendous body. With his hands splayed out on either side of my sex, he makes use of his thumbs to tease the petals of my sex.

  Wide open and vulnerable, the erotic position saturates my channel for what I know is coming soon. God, the mere thought of his enormous sex stretching and filling me, brings me to the knife-edge of release.

  “Your cunt is always ready for me, shoulsis,” Nulis grumbles; I wish I understood.

  Two of his fat fingers push into my slick opening. Moaning, I undulate against his invasion, welcoming his thumb as he works my clit. This male sure has a way with the female body; within seconds, stars burst against the black backdrop of my closed eyelids. Climaxing in hard waves, I squeeze his fingers and long for more.

  “Good female. Now to ready your womb for my seed.”

  Retracting his fingers, I expect to feel the hot tip of his sex. Instead, I jerk against the blunt end of the tube he presses against my sex before pushing it fully into my heat.

  “What the hell is up with the tube of blue stuff—”

  My objection is cut off as Nulis begins to pump the tube inside of me, his other hand busy manipulating my clit to a new fever. Pitched over the side of ecstasy, he splashes my walls with the blue liquid. The shifting in my lower belly is immediate but more intense than any of the other times. Just as I regain some of my senses, he pulls the tube free and plunges his massive erection inside.

  There's no room for thought, only feeling. Popping up on my knees, I relish every thick inch of him as he fucks me in his favorite position. Reaching out, I grip the edge of the mattress to hold myself in place. His fingers dig into the fleshiness of my hips as I take his
pummeling with lusty enthusiasm.

  Nothing on Earth had ever been this gratifying. To be filled near to bursting. To soar high above myself, leaving all concerns behind. To think of nothing except the anticipation of the next wave of an epic release. There is nothing to compare to the pleasure at the hands of my males.

  Crashing over me, then through me, I crest so high with pleasure, the only thing that matters is the amatory eruption. Like glass shattering into a million pieces, I'm taken apart, molecule by molecule, only to be put back together.

  Nulis releases with a mighty splash, the heat from his ejaculation prolonging my pleasure.

  At first, I ignore the tiny sting low in my belly until a cramp follows. I lay my palm over the ache. My insides tighten, and I groan in pain. Nulis' cock is still buried deep inside me, and I try to pull away, but he holds me tight to him.

  “Nulis', please, you're hurting me.”

  Noting my distress, he reaches around to push my hand away and massages my belly. My insides loosen at his touch, and I relax.

  “Relax. It will make it easier for my seed to take root in your womb, shoulsis. I want you round with the future of my species,” Nulis coos something sweet-sounding near my ear.

  Pulling free, he rolls me over and positions me, so I'm straddling his lap.

  “I'm not finished with your sweet cunt just yet. We need to practice this new position. Once your belly is full with the future, this will be the only way my cock will fit. And I want to feel you pleasure yourself on my sex.”

  Whatever he just growled increased the hardness of my nipples and spreads a new, blistering heat through my pelvis. Gone is my discomfort, and in its place is an urgency, only Nulis can silence.

  Nulis wraps a meaty fist around his shaft, standing it up for my use. I hover my sex above the tip and rock my hips, parting my labia with the blunt end of his erection. I earn a sneer and a barked-out curse from between clenched teeth as I rub and dip only the pointed tip between my slippery folds.