Sasha's Story: How to Find a Mate the Hard Way (Alien Erotica) (3 page)

Sasha pulled her fingers free of slick, grasping f
olds with a catch in her breath and then yanked her clothing back into place with quick, furtive motions, trying to ignore how her hands shook. Sitting gingerly on the bed, she stared into his cell and waited for the lights to go out. They didn’t.

She watched the soft light play in the gleam of his half-opened eyes and decided that was definitely a smile on his face.
His long form lay relaxed, muscles loose, cocks lying over one thigh like sunning snakes, gleaming in the light with drying fluid. She squirmed a little and pulled her eyes away, wondering if she’d imagined his voice at the peak of her climax, urging her on.

When it was obvious
the lights weren’t going out she asked, “Aren’t they going to let you sleep?”

His answer came immediately, proving he wasn’t completely blocking her.
They want you to watch me. To grow accustomed to me. To enjoy me.
His voice was slow and deep, fairly dripping with male satisfaction.

Okay, now she kne
w she hadn’t imagined his voice. He knew exactly what she’d been doing, watching them and getting off on it. But if she didn’t say anything and ignored it, maybe he’d let it go and she wouldn’t have to die of embarrassment.

Clearing her throat, she muttered, “Well, I’d rather sleep. Can’t do that with so much light.”

He propped up on his elbows, looking through the barrier as if he could see straight through the dark to where she sat.
May I watch you next time?

“W-what?” she stammered, flushing all the way down to her toes.

May I watch you touch yourself, sayshin? I want to see what pleases you, what can make you quiver and cry out so sweetly.

Her jaw was hanging again but she couldn’t seem to do anything about it. She stared into the magnetic swirl of his eyes and decided silence was the better part of valor. Dropping back onto the bed, she pressed her hot face into the thin cushion, squeezed her eyes shut, and curled an arm over her face for good measure. Then she thought as loudly as she could about sleep.

She swore she heard him chuckle. Then the light began to fade and she cracked an eyelid to see his ceiling dimming down to the faintest glow. With a sigh of relief, she hid her head again and went back to thinking about sleep. After a while, she didn’t have to think about it. It ambushed her and dragged her down into strange dreams where she ran and ran from unknown danger.

Sayshin.

Who the hell had turned on her lights? Damn roommates. Sasha grumbled and burrowed in her bed, shrugging off the hand on her shoulder. “Lemme sleep,” she mumbled. “No work t’morrow.”

Sasha, sweet one, wake please.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t had a roommate in over a year. Sasha’s eyes popped open. When all she saw was white, her memory returned in a rush and she jackknifed to a sitting position. Then she screamed and bolted off the bed, because someone was sitting on it with her.

Sayshin, be calm. It is only me, Ocen.

She goggled at him, trying to get her panicked, sleep-befuddled brain working. When he remained seated and didn’t attack her, she rasped, “But—you’re in here. With me.”

She shot a look at
the barrier but it was gone. Their two small cells were now one. With a strangled sound, she sidled away from him into a far corner and stared at him with eyes that felt like they were bugging out of her head. Would he attack her now?

He made a rueful gesture with one hand but otherwise didn’t move.
Perhaps they thought it would move us along.

Her back stiffened,
anger returning in a bracing wave. “Stick the dumb, horny animals together and let nature take its course, is that it? Why do you
do
this for them?”

He tilted his head quizzically.
I do this for me and those I mate with. If no one is harmed, why not do what pleases us?

“But they’re keeping you locked in here. Doesn’t that make you angry?”

Of course. But all I can do is wait and watch. And enjoy those who choose to spend their time with me. Please, sayshin, I promise I will not harm you.

S
he glowered at him but felt a little ridiculous huddling in the corner while he sat so calmly on the bed. Easing out toward the center of the room, she crossed her arms over her chest and asked, “What’s that you keep calling me?”

Sayshin. It means sweet one
. I named you before I scented you but I was right—you are sweet as a honey drop.
His tongue flicked out, licking the air in her direction lightning fast, then more slowly as if savoring what he found.

The sight of that nimble tongue sent a sharp spear of lust through her and she looked away, desperately searching for a distraction.

“Why—why are you still speaking in my mind?”

That is how my species communicates. We do not have a spoken language.

This was good—conversation that didn’t involve sex. Just two sentient beings using their brains instead of rutting like wild animals. Feeling calmer, Sasha tried small talk. “So where are you from? I don’t think I’ve seen your kind before.”

Instead of answering, his eyes darted past her and widened with alarm.
Sasha!

She felt a change in air pressure and jerked around to see a hulking male step into her cell.
He was humanoid but a brutish, furry knuckle-dragger, enormous skull and jawbone with deeply inset dark eyes, massive muscles and slightly hunched, as if his weight pulled him forward. And a cock the size of her forearm bobbed against his belly, pointing unerringly at her.

Before she
had time to do more than blink Ocen flashed in front of her, holding a warning hand up to the brute, his other hand pressing her behind him. Off balance, she grabbed his arm to steady herself and goggled at the arrival.

No,
she heard Ocen say and assumed he was letting her hear what he said to the brute.
She is not for you.

The beast man hesitated
then shook his hairy head with a bull-like snort, wrapping a huge hand around his dick. He growled something in a garbled language Sasha didn’t recognize.

I know what you were told but
you cannot. She is not willing and is too fragile.

The brute roared something and shook his cock in a
move that would have been funny if it hadn’t been so scary.

Ocen slid forward, his entire body tightening with sinuous threat.
No.
His mental voice was calm and final but his hands had curled, flexing his claws. Sasha skittered back with a gulp, sensing the oncoming storm.

The beast man shook his head violently and clumped forward, swinging a meaty fist. Ocen moved so fast he seemed to blur, duckin
g under the swing, grabbing that arm and twisting while he kicked the brute’s knee. All of that weight went where Ocen directed it and the brute toppled like a stone with a hoarse cry of surprise. Then Ocen was on top of him in a flash, one clawed foot pressing on his gonads while a clawed hand gripped the man’s thick throat.

Lifting a finger in front of the beast’s nose, Ocen wagged it back and forth like a teacher chastising a stubborn student.
I said no. Leave now.
Still in that calm voice. Then he rose with blurring speed and placed himself between Sasha and the brute again.

Grumbling what were probably insults and curses, the beast man lumbered to his feet and staggered toward the exit wall, his phallus flagging.
Sasha had a second to worry that the kidnappers would refuse to let him leave, but the wall rippled and sucked him out of the room.

Sagging with relief, Sasha slumped onto the bed. “
Holy shit,” she wheezed, bracing her hands on her knees. “Thank you.”

He didn’t answer, pacing in front of her with long, agitated strides.

“Ocen? You okay?”

No,
he answered without looking at her.
They knew I would not allow him to harm you. They knew this but sent him anyway. They sent him to frighten you into turning to me, accepting me. It is wrong.

“Uh-huh. So is kidnapping. Why are you surprised?”

They have never before treated one of us this way.

“That you know of,” she reminded him,
watching his long-legged stride with furtive appreciation. The supple strength in his muscles was making her throat dry. She’d touched his arm—she tried to remember what he’d felt like. Cool and smooth, she thought but couldn’t recall anything else. “Maybe they were just trying to get me to trust you more. It worked, in case you were wondering.”

He slowed,
glancing over at her. Colors whirled fierce and vibrant in his narrowed eyes.
Callous, brutal manipulation. I begin to understand why you are so angry with them.

“Don’t tell me they never did anything similar to you.” But she could tell by his grim features that they hadn’t. Probably hadn’t needed to, judging by what she’d seen so far. He’d probably jumped into the program with both feet
—and both enthusiastic cocks.

“Look, let’s just try to relax, maybe get some breakfast… Did you hear that, assholes?” she shouted to the ceiling. “Breakfast! Pronto!”
She looked back down at him and smiled at his startled look. “I don’t have to be nice. They just sent some hulk to rape me.”

She was starting to understand his facial expressions. That was definitely a smile.
Perhaps I should call you sayshelgyr…sweet tiger.

For some reason, that made her blush. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes. Or the distracting, tantalizing flicker of his tongue.

The food arrived pronto, just as she’d bellowed, which made her feel a bit smug. They ate and chatted companionably about their lives prior to their capture. Afterwards, though, she had to relieve herself and was wondering how to politely tell him to go away. He seemed to understand without her having to say a word, slipping back into his cell and taking care of his own business while she did hers. She also took a few minutes’ private time in the sanitizing tube, making sure her clothes were cleansed along with her body.

Belly full, bladder empty, body clean, Sasha felt almost like a new woman. She settled on her bed with a sigh and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. Now, an escape plan.
She mused on this puzzle for a short time. While she was wondering if she could use the moment when someone entered the cell to squeeze past them and bolt, she felt Ocen’s gaze on her and looked over.

He was leaning against the wall where the barrier used to divide their rooms, arms folded across his chest, watching her with a faintly amused expression.
Your mind never stops.
His chest rose on a deep breath, tongue sliding out in a slow-motion flick.
And you smell delicious. If I had not just eaten, I might consider nibbling on you.

And just like that, she went from logical thought to mindless lust,
an image popping into her mind of his ridged, scaled head between her quivering thighs, that black tongue slipping through her glistening lips.

Yesss, just like that,
he crooned, voice rough-edged with longing.

Sasha slapped a hand over her eyes and groaned. “Please stop
reading every stupid thought that runs through my head. It’s embarrassing.”

That was not stupid. It was devastating.

She felt the bed dip and dropped her hand with a little yip of surprise to see him sitting right next to her. A strangely compelling musk reached her nose and she realized it was his scent, alien and attractive. His tongue flicked out at her, a breath away from her skin, and she gasped.

Please, sayshin, if I cannot have you at least let me taste.

“You…” she breathed, trying to remember the power of speech. His nearness was driving her mad. “You said you wouldn’t touch.”

Without your consent
, which I await with breathless anticipation. In the meantime, I give you full consent to touch anything you like.

There was that amusement again, easing her alarm, building her trust.
“Hm, touch,” she said thoughtfully, looking from those hypnotic eyes to the ridges on his skull then over the patterns on his skin. Her fingertips tingled with the urge to trace every one. “You have scales. Are you cold-blooded?”

No, though my core runs cooler than yours.
He held out his hand to her in silent invitation to find out for herself.

Sasha knew it was a mistake but she pretended not to hear that small warning voice in the back of her mind, the last remaining bit of logic in a seething sea of swelling lust.
It was just his hand—what harm could there be in satisfying her curiosity?

She touched her fingertips to his. Cool, smooth, utterly fascinating.
The scales gave his skin a firmer texture than her own, but with a silky resilience that captivated her. She wound her fingers with his, enjoying the sliding sensation, before drawing her hand away and letting his black claws trace over her palm. She shivered at the almost-pain, the stinging tickle proof of how sharp those claws truly were. Yet he stayed passive in her grasp, allowing her to explore.