Alien Tyrant (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #1)

by Ursa Dax

A Lavrikala, one of the sacred protectors of the Lavrika and its pools, stood tall, spear in hand.

Cheesy alien words but also a little redundant

“You have all been specially selected to serve your planet on a confidential mission. This mission is one of the first of its kind, and its secrecy is of the utmost importance. Thus, you were selected and taken before any information could be leaked.”

“Unbeknownst to the public, Earth has a large space program, much more advanced than what you see on TV with rockets and moon-landings. We have been searching for energy and materials to sustain life on Earth, and have been also searching for planets to eventually host human colonies.”

“They’re hoping that, if by some miracle, we can do something for them, then at least we have some knowledge that may be useful. But they’re not going to send their best scientists on a suicide mission.” Her voice fell, hard and low. “And the fact that we’re all women, well... I bet they’re hoping that if we don’t get murdered on sight, then maybe we’ll just get raped instead.”

“Love getting ready to greet some territorial aliens without knowing any bloody verbs or adjectives or the way to say ‘friendly humans, please don’t eat us,’”

Never had I known, in all my war-filled life, a poison quite this sweet. So sweet I’d gladly let it kill me. Over and over again.

denying

If one of these females could be chosen as my mate, then perhaps others could be mated to the men of my tribe. In our tribe there was only one woman for every three males of mating age.

Oh, God, I was getting horny for an alien. I always knew my crush on the fox in Robin Hood would come back to bite me in the ass.

So this is the power of the sacred mate bond. It felt like it was destroying me and making me whole, all at once.

Buroudei. I never thought I’d be so fucking happy to see my alien tyrant. The one who’d kidnapped me. Who’d saved me. Who’d made me come so hard I’d seen stars.

When in Rome...

One woman, whom Rika called Zanixia, seemed a little more reserved than the others,

Please no OW drama

A strong warrior who seemed addicted to giving me pleasure, who’d made me a pair of freaking socks, plus new pants and a saddle? My last boyfriend couldn’t have even been bothered to take the trash out.

“YOU MUST LIVE, ZEEZEE. You must. I cannot think without you. I cannot breathe. If you die, I will wander the sands forever bereft without you. I will let the zeelk strip the flesh from my bones, and even that will not be enough to atone. That pain would be nothing to this. You must live. You must fight. You must. You must.”

“The men of the Sea Sands can only father cubs of one kind. Either boys or girls. It does not matter how many cubs a man sires, they will all be either male or female. Some generations ago, women started rejecting their mates after realizing their mates would produce girl cubs. Many women wanted to be the mother of a Gahn, and they sought new partners to have sons.” “Wow. You guys put men above women that much?” I couldn’t help the judgmental tone of my voice. Buroudei’s tail lashed powerfully, his voice hardening. “A warrior treasures his mate above all else and would never reject her. As I have said, it was the women making these decisions. And those decisions were honoured and respected. Until we started to understand the repercussions.”

“I will not tie you up, my beautiful mate. I will not make you stay here with me. But you should know that, if you flee, I will always follow. No matter where you run, I will find you. I will not force you to live as my mate, but I will always be at your side. Until the very end of my days.”

“Forgive me, Zeezee. You have broken open my world and put it back together again. Your words have forged futures I never thought I’d live to see. It is difficult to speak.”

The longest, centre part of his tongue circled my aching entrance, while the outer parts slicked up and down, brushing my clit teasingly with each pass. It wasn’t long before I was clutching at his head, grinding my hips, pressing myself harder against his face.

3 tongues 👍

But this, with Buroudei? The alien who was worshiping my pussy like it was saving his fucking life? Yeah. It was pretty easy to let go and just feel.

wherever Zeezee went, I would always follow.

It was heart breaking to see how lonely these warriors were. But the amount of hope so many of them seemed to be placing upon the human women was making me uncomfortable. I was pretty sure that not all of the other girls would be as happy to fall into bed with an alien as I apparently was.

“They’re agreeing to my idea. They’re agreeing to have us all live together in a neutral place, near to all of them. They’re saying they’ll relocate to live near wherever we are.”

Would never happen so quickly