Title: Alien Alphas
Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas
New York Times, USA Today
And International Bestselling Authors
Authors:
Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain,
Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain,
Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker
Fierce warriors.
Savage barbarians.
Powerful warlords.
All ready to claim their mates.
Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.
Strangeways by Addison Cain:
The first time he’d screwed me, he’d marched me through my door by the elbow. Dirty uniform aprons littering the floor had been ignored, the pair of us walking over abandoned pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. Once at my lumpy bed, he’d bent me forward, ass up, still clothed.
He’d told me to stay.
I’d never had a man talk to me like that… or flip up my skirt, pull my panties down, and inspect me. And that’s exactly what he’d done. Kneeling, he’d leaned up close, tracing his fingers down the shape of my labia. He’d spread them apart to look deeper, and… I should have been mortified.
It’s not like I had expected a tryst. Heck, I was sweaty after the morning shift and wearing an old pair of panties.
It didn’t matter. Phi had complimented my scent, shape, and even posture profusely.
And then he had thrust in, right there, just like that. Both of us dressed, my cheek to the mattress. Hell, I still had my shoes on.
And I… I had liked it.
It wasn’t until my first orgasm that he’d altered position, undressing us both, and laying me back to take me face to face like a lover.
That was the first time I’d seen his unclothed body… and the part of him he’d put inside me.
Absently as he’d slipped it back in, I’d wondered if they always started fucking an earth woman from behind… so we might know how good that thing could feel and not scream when it waved our way.
And it had felt good. Better than good.
No one in my past had ever gotten me so worked up. Maybe it was the fact Phi’s genitals could change shape. Maybe it was the ring of short waving tentacle-like protrusions around it that stimulated clitoris, labia… anus.
Maybe it was that he knew how to fuck.
The Ghost in the Stars by Sophie Kisker:
Keelie is getting a spanking from Siridin.
“How many more?” she asked, trying to steel herself.
“A question like that will get you spanked between the legs if you ever ask it again. And the answer will always be: until I feel like stopping.”
She whimpered. She gripped his leg hard as he resumed the stinging slaps. She abandoned her thin thread of control, pleading and struggling. He merely gripped her tighter and kept going, until she was sobbing out her apologies and promising to never disobey again.
At last it stopped.
“Shh…” he whispered as he stroked her back. “It’s over now. You did fine. And I know you’ll remember this lesson.”
“Yes, sir,” she hiccupped.
There was nothing angry in his tone. There was only gentle touching now. She was so confused, and it only made her weep harder. She didn’t know if he understood, but he turned her over and held her against his chest without saying anything.
Eventually her crying stopped.
“You did good. We’ll work on it.”
She shook her head. “I’m never going to do anything wrong ever again.”
He started to say something, then stopped, and instead helped her to stand. She looked down at his thighs and to her horror saw a huge wet spot right over the bulge on his trousers. She’d leaked during the spanking?
He followed her gaze and chuckled.
She was mortified. Horrified. She turned and ran into the fresher and slammed the door. She stripped off the shirt and turned on the shower and soaped and rinsed until there was no lubrication anywhere between her legs. Her humiliation was complete, and she vowed to stay in the shower for the rest of her life.
Draekon Rescue By Lee Savino:
EXCERPT 1
When you said mate in pairs,” I whisper, “did you mean what I think you did? Like all three of us at the same time?”
“Yes,” Tin says simply.
Oh God. Sex with two hot aliens. At once. Is it wrong that I’m intrigued? Turned on?
Stop it. Perv.
I cross my legs and press them together to relieve a faint prickle. The two Draekons are staring at me. I need to say something. Anything.
I volunteer as tribute.
EXCERPT 2
Tin’s expression softens. “Draekons transform once when they first recognize their mate,” he says. “After that, they need to claim her before they can transform at will.”
Claim their mate. Claim me.
“What does that mean? Are you going to bite my neck or something? Drain my blood under a full moon? Will you sparkle?” Okay, I might be getting just a tiny bit hysterical here.
Both men look confused. “To claim you, we will have sex with you,” Crothyr says. “At the same time.”
Dark Warlord by Cynthia Sax:
“Fighter Batu has vowed to protect the settlement.” Genine relayed that information, bracing for resistance. He was an unknown male, would soon kill her. Her friends wouldn’t like that.
“Fighter Batu is a monster.” Ema-974 spat on the white sand.
“Fighter Batu is an honorable warrior.” And he was a bit of the beast. Genine glanced at him. He waited alone, his sword in his right hand, a scowl on his primitive face. The male was ready for battle. That shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. “You wouldn’t judge me harshly if I killed him in battle, would you?”
“No,” Ema-974 hastily answered. “You’re facing him so Ema-1006 won’t have to.”
“By taking her place, you’ve saved her lifespan.” Di-971 looked one wrong word away from bursting into tears. “We’ll be forever grateful to you.”
“Then don’t judge Fighter Batu harshly for killing me in battle.” Genine was a warrior. She knew she’d die with a weapon in her hands. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword. It was smaller, lighter than Batu’s but the blade had inflicted its share of death. “It is my wish, my last wish, that he safeguard the settlement.”
Di-971 made a hurting sound.
“We will honor your wish.” Ema-974 lifted her chin. “But you could defeat him.”
“I won’t defeat him.” Genine watched as the victor of the previous battle exited the ring.
Once he was out of view of the audience, he rushed to a patch of sand, bent over, and vomited, that scent mixing with the aroma of urine and blood. Genine gazed at him with sympathy. First kills were always emotionally traumatic.
A scavenged ship panel had been modified to carry the losers out of the ring. The corpse was a crimson mess. The would-be warrior had been a mere solar cycle older than she’d been when she faced her first battle.
If her brothers hadn’t surrounded her, compensating for her errors, she would have met the same fate as the boy. She would have died on the battlefield.
Her brothers weren’t with her now and she was tired, so very tired of fighting alone. Her glance slid to Batu. She’d give him the show he requested, battling him and death with every part of her, but she accepted her future.
“You should leave.” She told the two females, not wanting them to see her die.
Di-971 sobbed.
“We’re staying.” Ema-974 insisted.
A horn sounded three times. The gates swung open. Genine hadn’t the time to argue with the females. The battle was starting.
Under Contract by Jaye Peaches:
He's not Oparian. He towers above the local guests with muscles that bulge in every direction. He's tinted his hair to fit in with the fair Oparians, however, his eyes are like black matter—bottomless pools of darkness. He continues to eyeball me, tracking my movements as I weave between people. I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that his fascination with me isn't a good thing. I swallow hard, take a few steps backwards and try to put bodies between him and me.
Someone grabs my arm. “Kleo?”
It's Hort, one of the half-naked dancers I met at the last party. I vaguely remember dancing with him, and some other things I shouldn't have done.
I use him as a barricade. “Hort, let’s dance.”
We swirl into the centre of the vast room. I lose sight of the strange alien who's tracking me with his eyes. Feeling a relieved, I decide it's probably my overactive imagination. Unfortunately, Hort switches to a different partner, leaving me dancing alone.
My arm is targeted again. This time the hand doesn't let go when I turn. I jump. It's the black eyed alien.
“What the—”
“Kleo Nikara?”
I nod. My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. He has a deep voice and stares at me down the end of his straight nose.
“I am Brax Trasker. I’m authorised to extract you.” He tugs on my arm. “Let’s go.”
I freeze to the spot. I could challenge him, but I know he’s telling the truth. An extraction is just the kind of thing Tyan would do to get me home.
“Don't play games with me, Kleo,” he growls.
“Or what?” I snap back. What could be possibly do that would have me scurrying along next to him?
“You really want to find out?” He loosens his grip a little. My confidence rises.
“Sure, go ahead. I don't think you'll do it.” I stick my chin out. So far, everyone nearby his unaware of our hushed conversation.
His fingers tightened again and he propels me towards the wall showing palm trees. He sits on a low chair and with a swift yank, pulls me towards him.
Before I can protest, he tosses me face down over his knee and flattens me down by pressing on my shoulders. When numerous pairs of feet turn to face our direction, I screech in alarm.
Promised to the Alien by Sue Lyndon:
He leaned down, until his face was level with hers. “I suggest you keep your opinion on the Earth-Tar-qua trade agreement to yourself, little human, unless you want to endure the strap on your wedding night. If I heard my mate speaking as you just did, I would punish her severely for disrespect. If not for the Tar-quans’ assistance, your dome cities on Earth would have perished long ago.”
Taken aback by his great size, she studied him for a moment. God, he was huge and muscular—intimidatingly so. Having glimpsed plenty of Tar-quans before, when they came to visit her dome city, she had not expected to see an alien this large here in the city, and she felt a stab of pity for whichever human woman found herself mated to this male. He was easily more than too heads taller than her, and aside from his size, this particular Tar-quan seemed overly stern.
An involuntary tingle raced across her bottom at the thought of enduring a punishment from the no-nonsense male who was glaring down at her. Despite her fear, her face heated and a sudden ache throbbed between her thighs. She quickly lowered her head, hoping he did not notice her blushing.
Sold to the Enemy by Sara Fields
His dark eyes found hers again, and she stilled. Despite her fear, her nipples hardened and her thighs shook, dampening with her arousal with every passing moment. Lifting her chin, she reminded herself to be courageous and brave, to represent Earth as a strong entity, no matter how it ended for her.
“Who are you?” she asked boldly, attempting to hide the shakiness in her voice by speaking as courageously as she could.
He smirked, narrowing his eyes back at her. His forehead wrinkled as he studied her, his eyes changing from a gray to a tumultuous red color.
“I’m only the leader of the Venassathi forces that you attacked. As such, I am well within my right to claim you. You see, my species has a special way to punish criminals. You’re to become my slave, to do with as I see fit,” he said softly but loud enough for her to hear plain as day.
Her eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious.
“Sold. Please, come claim what is yours, Commander Edagon,” said one of the aliens beside her.
Aubrie turned to run but saw nowhere to go. Clawed fingers reached out and grabbed her as another alien looped a long rope around her neck.
Gingerly, Edagon took the end of the rope in his hands and gently jerked her toward him. His strength knocked her completely off-balance and she fell into his arms. Then he grasped her chin, lifting it upward to face him.
Dark and stormy eyes met hers as he grinned at her.
“You’re mine now. I own you. Got it?”
She swallowed. There would be no escape for her. She was doomed.
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