Beast Planet 1: Captive Surrender (4 page)

“I doo best to plant seed in you.
My seed strong.
We try many times. I no want what happen to others, to happen to
Aunna
. I want keep, mine.”

“Happen to the others?” I squeaked trying to grasp what he was telling me. There were other women here before me? “I don’t understand.”

“If my seed does not plant in your belly,
Druel
will take you, dispose of you.
You no good to them, if no breed.”

His words made my blood run cold, I stared up at him. Yes, he solidified my fears. The
Druel
were forcing us to have sex to breed.

“D… don’t you have women of your own species?” I swallowed watching his reactions.

His thick brows dipped and his face darkened in evident anger.

“They control their bodies. They do not allow our seeds to grow inside them. The
Druel
deemed no good.”

Try as I might, I couldn’t hold back
a
rise of sympathy. They murdered a race of women because they refused to breed. The
Druel’s
cruelty knew no bounds. “
I'm
sorry about your women. You are a slave
,
too.”

He nodded.
“We all beasts to
Druel
.
They think higher than all others.” As he slowly lifted his hand, I
saw
the blood from the fight in the arena dried. I didn’t flinch
when
he gently pushed back my long brown hair from my face. “You pretty little and soft. I no want you to die. Do not be afraid, I will I take care, protect, no hurt. I want to keep, not let
Druel
take away.”

He unhooked the chain holding his loincloth in place, tossing it next to me on the bed. Breath seized in my lungs; my gaze dropped to his lower anatomy.

Holy shit, he was hung like a fucking horse. The only discernible difference in human male anatomy—not that I’d had much up close and personal encounters with human cocks—but his was as white as the rest of him. The veins lining this long shaft were bright blue, the same as the pulsing swirls on his body. At a pinch, it looked like a huge, exotic, coloured dildo. Only it was attached to a large, aroused, alien male.

“Is it same?”

His question startled me.

I tore my gaze up from his appendage to his face. I felt my whole body flush at being caught staring.

“Same as your males?”
He glanced from his dick to me. I could see the curiosity in his gaze, no hint of shame or modesty, for that matter.

I swallowed again. My lower stomach fluttered in both nerves and fear. If we tried to have sex, he
would
split me in half.

“Um, yes, and no.
It’s much bigger and um, not pink.” I shook my head. “W…we
can’t b… breed, y…you are too b... big. It won’t fit.”
Shit, I could wash a basket full of laundry and hang it out to dry on his dick
.

“No be afraid. I no hurt pretty
Aunna
. No want you to die.” He gripped my shoulders, pulling me to my feet.
“Need wash.
Dirty after fight. Not want to make my
Aunna
smell bad things.”

He was worried about his smell? It was kind of sweet, but still didn’t take away from the fact there was no way we could copulate
, o
r could we? My sex clenched at the mere thought of him trying to stuff that anaconda into me. Oh hell, I realised I was growing wet.

It took all my strength not to collapse when my feet touched the floor. The weight of the universe on my shoulders
made
my mind
reel
. I felt light-headed. I was going to have to have sex with this huge, alien man, whether I liked it or not.

Sex and impregnation, or death; the choices were clear. Would it be so bad?

I glanced around the cell. The bunk was chained against a wall with a thick mattress on top. There was one, large, flat, thin bench. I
didn't have any
idea where I could wash.

I squeaked in alarm when he suddenly lifted me into his arms. “I like you feel here. It
feel
good.” He tugged me tighter against his hard muscled chest.
“Soft, pink, pretty.”

I hooked my arms around his neck, while he carried me towards a blank, grey wall.

“You cold?”
His question made me realise how badly my whole body trembled.

He touched something on the wall, the floor opened; up slid a huge, tall box with grates at the bottom. He pressed another button and water suddenly cascaded down.

“No drink water, for wash only, bad for insides.”

I felt the rumble of his chest, my breast pressed against his side. He carried me under the warm waterfall.

I gasped in shock,
when
the water glided down my skin. He set me down, pressing me into the corner of the shower.

He gave me a small smile, his hand reaching out, gently tracking the line of my cheek and jaw. With a soft sigh, I let him touch where he wanted. It was not unpleasant. He was gentle.

“We have same kind nose, you eyes beauty soft grey and blue, lips like pillow…” He traced his index finger over my lips. “Soft… have arms, legs same way.”  He catalogued our similarities, touching each part of my body.
“Tups much bigger.
Soft, very soft.”
He palmed both my breasts, squeezing gently before his hands slid down to my hips. “Bud grows here, yes?” His left hand was just under my breasts.

I tilted my head back to meet his gaze. I placed my hand over his and guided it lower.

“Human babies grow here,” I corrected and shuddered as he rubbed my lower stomach.

I noticed his ink black hair, sleek and wet, and the water cascading down his hard muscled body. He stepped back and used his big hands to wash off the blood splatter from his body. The swirling blue patterns over his skin appeared brighter than before, they mesmerised me.
For an alien, he was really beautiful.

Holy shit, where did that thought come from?
You’re crazy and traumatized, Anna.
Yes, it had to be the reason for my subdued acceptance. Yet, every feminine instinct
deep within me purred at the sight of his masculine power and beauty.

Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath. If I didn’t calm down and keep a level head, my heart would expire from its frequently overactive state.

I didn’t understand how such big, powerful creatures became the captives of another race? My own history was littered with humans conquering and enslaving other humans.

Was the universe beyond the human race so different? No, the ones with the biggest guns, and the advanced technology always ruled the day, night
,
or whatever planet they saw fit.

My eyes flew open and met his staring eyes, his expression seemed worried.

“I know you still have fear. I protect you. You trust me, you mine,
Aunna
.”

What choice did I have? He genuinely seemed to care whether I lived or died. I nodded, meeting his piercing blue gaze. “Yes, I will trust you, Morrdrook.”

His smile lightened his sharp features. Damn, he was gorgeous when he smiled. He lowered himself down, tugged me under the water and used his large hands to wash me as he had himself.

I couldn’t deny, it felt good, his fingers rough with calluses, my body flaring to life under his administrations.

“I smell you,
Aunna
. You scent strong of desire. You desire me?”

“
I'm
sensitive when you touch me like this,” I confessed, frightened to admit anymore than necessary. “It feels good to me.”

“Wash?” His brow furrowed in confusion.

“I don’t know about any other species, but when you touch me like this.” I placed my hands over his, sliding it up and down my body, then up to my breasts. He lowered himself down to his knees, making me slightly taller. Large, white palms cupped and squeezed my breasts, gently at first, then a little harder.

“
Yesss
,” I hissed. “Your touch feels very good.”

He stood up, his eyes now gleaming brighter than before. He pulled out of the waterfall shower, grabbed a cloth I
didn't notice
before and briskly rubbed it over my skin before I could protest.

Still in shock, I watched him swiftly rub himself down and shake the water from his hair. The pure predatory gaze made me
back up. I knew I had to do this, but still I hesitated.

Chapter Four

My mind battled with my body; how can I feel any desire at all for this being
who
is so different from me?

I had second thoughts as he caught my face in one hand, softly pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tipping my face up, his pale, blue eyes blazed with white fire.

I wanted it to be over, so I could put it from my mind as a horrid incident I endured for the sake of saving my own, sorry life.

I tensed as he shifted, hunching his shoulders as he lowered his face closer to mine. I closed my eyes.

Just do it!
I screamed inside my mind as it exploded into chaos.
Don’t make me feel things I don’t want to feel!

It was too late, though. He released a gusty sigh, as if he
released his
held breath, and as I took his essence inside me. It decimated every chaotic thought, made me
feel weak and heavy, eager, needful even before his lips brushed mine and opened over them.

The little resistance I still clung to crumbled when his tongue breached the barrier of my lips and raked along them, filling me with the taste of him—like dark, sweet wine, mixed with his masculine spice. My fingers dug into the hot flesh beneath my palms. For several moments, I remained completely passive, enthralled by the dizzying effect of his taste. One large hand stroked down the curve of my back, came to rest on my ass before he gently squeezed. An involuntary moan escaped, opening my mouth to his deeper exploration. Explore he did, diving in, tasting, sucking on my tongue. I lost awareness of everything else but him, and the blooming aching need between my thighs.

My fingers curled around his hard bicep, nails digging into his
smooth,
white
s
kin.

A shudder went through him. He slipped his palm from my cheek to the base of my skull, spearing his fingers almost painfully through my hair, his hand on my ass tightened, as he lifted, drawing me
higher against his body, closer. My breasts brushed his chest with every movement, my nipples filled with
blood,
they stood erect and were exquisitely sensitive.

One arm, crushed between our bodies, prevented me from feeling more than a teasing touch of skin against skin. With a determined effort, I managed to dislodge it and hooked both arms around his neck, drawing myself upward, closer, but focused almost entirely on the heat of his mouth and the stroke of his tongue as he explored my mouth thoroughly.

Abruptly, he snatched me off my feet, brought me tight against his chest, turned, and stepped toward the sleeping platform.

In two strides, he reached it and almost dove onto it, somehow managing to settle both of us on top of the mat without completely breaking contact.

A moment of doubt
arose
in me
when
he pressed his body against mine. The hot evidence of his arousal brushed against my inner thigh
, and then
he slipped down and opened his mouth over mine, banishing all thoughts, possessively
taking
, demanding a response, his hands stroking every inch of my exposed skin within his reach.

The hunger and urgency of his caress sent a
lighting bolt
of need straight through my core. My belly clenched, warmth flowing through it. Dizzy and disoriented with the heat rising inside of me to fever pitch, I clung, then released my grip to explore any part of his body I could reach, unable to identify anything beyond smooth skin and taut muscles. I whimpered in protest at the sudden loss of his body heat as he lifted up, separating our bodies
, b
ut his exploring hand stroked over my belly and through the brown curls of my
mons
, before dipping into my moist cleft. A jolt of keen sensation went through me
when
he parted my tender folds and zeroed in on my clit with surprising accuracy. The first stroke of his finger over the sensitive nub knocked the breath out of me.

He stilled at the sound I didn’t realise I made, at the hard jerk
going
through me. Breaking the kiss and withdrawing his hand at the same moment, he stared down at me with a mixture of confusion and uneasiness.