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  Alien Rights

  Nicole Austin

  Be careful what you wish for—it just might come true. Emily experiences the old adage firsthand after waking up on an alien cruiser. Naked. And intensely turned-on.

  The Earther woman extended an invitation Commander Rodar couldn’t refuse. Gaining her sexual surrender is easy. To win her heart, he’ll have to grant her certain exclusive alien rights.

  A Romantica® sci-fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  Alien Rights

  Nicole Austin

  Dedication

  For my BFFs—the Sassy Seven—Regina Carlysle, Samantha Cayto, Cerise Deland, Desiree Holt, Allie Standifer and Brenna Zinn. Love you dearly and miss you bunches. I am so ready to start building our writers retreat!

  Chapter One

  Bells tinkled a merry greeting as the door of the Moonlight Diner swung open. Emily Baxter finished refilling the last salt shaker and glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until closing time and a new customer shows up. Great, she’d have to work late again.

  Story of my freakin’ life.

  Brown hair sticking up in all different directions, white shirt buttoned haphazardly and one pant leg partially tucked into a sock, the man who’d walked in had a wild gleam in his glassy eyes. He had the lean, athletic body of a runner and when cleaned up was probably rather attractive.

  “Aliens!” He pointed toward the back of the diner. “I was abducted!”

  Okay, cleaned up and dried out, she amended.

  Hank’s bald head appeared in the pass-through. “Aliens? Hey, did you get probed?”

  “How’d you know?” The customer stumbled as he made his way toward the counter and dropped down onto a stool with a sharp hiss. “Did Calgon get you too?”

  She glanced back at Hank, owner of the diner and her boss. One corner of his mouth drew upward into an evil grin Emily knew well. She’d been a victim of Hank’s bullying and her heart went out to the customer who thought he’d found a sympathetic listener.

  “Calgon the alien took you away, huh?” Hank sputtered, barely getting the words out. “You’ve been watching too much TV, dude. Hey, Em. Better call the guys with the white coats. He needs a padded cell and one of those jackets with the really long sleeves.”

  While Hank laughed and cracked jokes at the man’s expense, Emily set a cup of coffee in front of the customer and patted his arm. “Ignore Hank. Everyone else does.”

  The second she went through the swinging door into the kitchen, Hank grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the grill, where he kept a close eye on the man who sat hunched over the steaming mug.

  “That guy’s a total crackpot, Em. Don’t get close to him. Might rub off on you.”

  “Insanity isn’t catching.” Jerking free of his hold, she punched Hank’s beefy tattooed arm. “But stupidity is,” she mumbled under her breath.

  She understood Hank’s bully mentality—how making other people feel small gave him the false sense of being a big man. Still, understanding didn’t make dealing with him any easier. “You are such an ass! That man is obviously down on his luck and could use a little compassion.”

  “Compassion?” Hank gave her a slack-jawed stare. “You’re crazier than he is.”

  Emily sighed and shook her head. She preferred to believe everyone had some goodness in them, but Hank had proven himself rotten to the core, lacking in any depth or virtue. A true lost cause.

  The grill had been shut down and cleaned for the night but there was still a pot of soup simmering. She filled a bowl, put a couple of rolls on a plate and headed for the door, not surprised when Hank moved to block her path.

  “That bum didn’t order anything and sure as hell won’t have the money to pay.”

  “I’m not sending him back out on the street without a meal.” She couldn’t afford to lose her job but would make a stand on the issue if necessary.

  “Okay, Sister Teresa, but you’re not giving my profits away.”

  Emily shook her head. “You mean Mother Teresa, moron, and I’ll pay for the meal.”

  Hank’s brow furrowed with confusion and disbelief shone in his dark eyes. “Must be paying you too much if you’ve got money to throw away on bums.”

  Grinding her back teeth, Emily battled the urge to throw the soup in Hank’s cruel face. “The way you treat people is going to come back and bite you in the ass, Hank. It’s called karma. Because I’m kind and help others in need, one day when I’m down low, someone will offer me a hand.”

  Hank’s riotous laughter had her hoping she’d be around to witness the day karma tore him a new one. Why did she continue to try to get through that thick skull of his? He would never see acts of kindness as anything other than signs of weakness. And having shown that weakness would make her a prime target for Hank’s brutality in the days to come.

  So be it.

  “Grow up, Hank. You’re not in grade school anymore.”

  Emily not only fed the man, she listened to his tale about the aliens and their high-tech spacecraft. She mentally went over her mounting bills and declining budget as he detailed the aliens probing his rectum. She gave him bus fare to get home before showing him out and locking up the diner.

  Her own commute was brief—out the back way and up a rickety flight of stairs to her rented room above the diner.

  Stepping into the alley, Emily gazed up at the stars. As a child she’d dreamed of blasting away on the space shuttle to visit distant mysterious places. Her customer had insisted there were other forms of life out there, and as crazy as it may seem, she agreed. Considering all the planets in existence, so many more than humans were aware of, surely some of them were inhabited. To believe Earth harbored the only intelligent life would be rather arrogant and naïve.

  The whole idea of being abducted and taken away in a spaceship actually sounded pretty damn good to Emily. No more working her fingers to the bone or fending off idiots like Hank. She’d travel to exotic locations and settle down when she found a culture where women were not only cherished but treated with respect as equals.

  While the night sky was full of beautiful stars, one in particular captured Emily’s attention. It shined a bit brighter than the others, twinkled faster and appeared closer.

  With the customer’s story still fresh in her mind, Emily held out her arms, reached toward the beacon of light and yelled, “Calgon, take me away!”

  Between one heartbeat and the next, darkness shut out the stars, her body became weightless and rose into the air, and she drifted off into nothingness.

  * * * * *

  Awareness returned with a whopping dose of confusion and arousal.

  What the hell had happened? The last thing she remembered was standing in the alley, thinking about space travel and aliens. She’d made a wish upon a star then her consciousness narrowed as it slipped away. How long had she been out?

  Emily gasped and all rational thought fled as undeniable pleasure blasted through her. She didn’t want to give in and enjoy the sensations but her body had a mind of its own and eagerly succumbed. Tension coiled in her heated core, spiraling outward. Racked by overwhelming waves of sheer bliss, her muscles tensed, held immobile for breathless moments before an orgasm slammed into her with the force of a runaway train.

  Hundreds of lips, tongues, teeth, fingers and cocks stimulated all of her hot spots simultaneously, driving her to mindless abandon and turning an epic orgasm into a global thermonuclear meltdown. She panted, sucked huge amounts of air into burning lungs and struggled to make sense of the extraordinary situation.

  What the fuck? Where am I? Did someone drug me?

  Fear crept in, tightening her chest and making it harder to breathe. Emily fought back the crippling anxiety as her mind spun. She blinked but
couldn’t see anything other than impenetrable darkness. She tried to move but nothing happened. Her nude body felt insubstantial, as if she were floating, suspended and somehow held immobile.

  Her puckered nipples tingled, her pulse throbbed in her oversensitive clitoris and she had various aches in interesting places, which convinced Emily the amazing sex had been real. But who’d she have sex with?

  “You are a heavenly treat.”

  What a sexy voice—male; deep and rich with a smoky quality that stroked over her skin and vibrated along her nerve endings. Those words, spoken in his seductive tone, brought her to an instant state of heightened arousal and longing. Like a drug she’d become addicted to, hearing him speak again was something she craved. Emily wondered if he could get her off by merely talking dirty. Unable to fight her body’s reaction, she gave herself over to the incredible pleasure.

  “Yes, that’s it, Emma-lee,” he purred.

  She didn’t bother to correct his pronunciation of her name or contemplate how he knew it. She couldn’t speak, barely even managed to draw in a breath and really didn’t care if he got her name wrong. As long as he kept talking, nothing else mattered.

  “Surrender to the pleasure. Let me take you away.”

  Something in those words struck a discordant note with Emily but the sensation of a hot, wet tongue flickering against her clitoris overpowered thought. She’d think later. Right now she could only feel, and damn did she feel good. Yes, take me.

  Soft yet firm lips sucked at her clit and the talented tongue kept flicking. A thick cock drove in and out of her pussy, stretching her walls, generating breathtaking friction. Her ass clenched on a slender pulsating device. Hungry mouths sucked at her aching nipples, the slight bite of teeth shooting electrical jolts from her breasts to her clit. Strong fingers massaged her scalp and every inch of skin on her body tingled.

  Each sensation fed the others, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Was the man even touching her? She harbored the crazy idea that somehow only his amazing voice stroked her flesh but how could that be?

  Her mind went blank as he built her up again, took her higher and higher until she soared over the precipice and went supernova before slowly drifting back down.

  Emily had no idea how long she’d lingered in stasis, finally drawn from her sated contentment by an unusual aroma. She sniffed a few times then took a deep breath but failed to recognize the heady scent teasing her senses. Sweet and smooth yet a bit spicy, definitely masculine.

  She couldn’t get enough of that wonderful smell—it drew her in, held her captive. She wanted to roll in it like a cat with fresh catnip, saturate her pores and permeate her being in the intoxicating bouquet.

  “Please,” she moaned. Her breasts were heavy, swollen, her nipples diamond-hard points of aching need. After two intense, satisfying orgasms, she should be in a coma, not dying for more. She bucked her hips, desperate for the phantom touch of her furtive lover.

  “Do not fear, Emma-lee. I will please you.”

  Fear was the furthest thing from her mind. Her hormones were in overdrive and she had sex on the brain. “I need!”

  “What do you desire? Do you want my tongue on your clit-or-is? My fingers in your hot feline?”

  What the fuck? His accent and word choices were strange even though she understood his meaning. Was her lover a foreigner, was something getting lost in the translation? Not that it mattered when she was so jacked up. How he talked wasn’t a problem as long as he put his sexual talents to good use.

  “You want my big penis, Emma-lee? You want to suck me or shall I come in your ass?”

  “Oh God,” Emily sobbed. She’d die if he didn’t do something soon. To hell with dignity. She’d beg if necessary. “Yes, take me. Fuck me. Please!”

  “Not yet, my Emma-lee.”

  His denial made her weep in frustration. She came close to screaming at him to put her out of her misery and fuck her already, parted her lips to do just that, moaning instead when salty-sweet ambrosia tantalized her taste buds. She’d never tasted anything as delicious and hungered for more.

  He didn’t make her suffer. Hot, thick flesh thrust past her lips, giving Emily the chance to pleasure her generous invisible lover.

  Please don’t let this be a dream.

  Blowing a guy wasn’t on her list of favorite activities. At least not the guys she’d been with in the past. But then everything about her current situation was different. Dream or not, Emily was determined to enjoy. And sucking his cock brought her extreme gratification.

  Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked hard, eager to consume him. She ran her tongue around the velvety-soft flesh of his broad crown and mapped the path of a throbbing vein along his shaft. Stretched wide, her jaw began to ache. Emily ignored the discomfort, intensifying her efforts in her impatience for more of his essence.

  His cock swelled against her tongue and his movements turned jerky. As his release jetted into her mouth, his moan of completion vibrated through her.

  She didn’t know his name or what he looked like but this man delighted her senses. Could his appearance possibly live up to all his other wonderful features? Hell, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. He’d already caught her—hook, line and sinker. Even if he resembled Hank the meathead, she had to have him.

  Chapter Two

  “Shall we transport the Earther back to the surface now, Commander?” Elon Tanes, second-in-command of astrocruiser Neimus, awaited orders.

  “No.” Kalgron Rodar bit back a sigh. “She stays.” The Neimus would continue to orbit Earth until he determined how to proceed.

  Due to advancements in medicine and technology, his home planet, Ralos, had become overpopulated. They’d had such high hopes that Earth, inhabited by beings similar to Ralosians, would be suitable for settlement. But extensive study of Earth’s society and people had proved otherwise. The inhabitants of Earth had little tolerance for their own cultural differences, which often resulted in horrific wars. They certainly wouldn’t tolerate the Ralosians.

  The male subject they’d recently returned to Earth had been more accepting than most yet his fears had been profound. When the exomed discovered precancerous cells in his prostate, the man should have been overjoyed to receive treatment that would prevent the disease from attacking his body. Instead he’d screamed and acted as if the anal probe caused injury.

  No, Earth wouldn’t accept the superior, peaceful people of Ralos as their neighbors. He needed to remember that and move forward with his primary mission.

  Difficult when all he could think about was the Earther woman held in the cruiser’s stasis chamber.

  Emma-lee, with her creamy skin and luscious body. So wonderfully responsive and vocal in her pleasure.

  Flarken nishet, he inwardly cursed.

  The image of Emma-lee extending her arms and calling out to him would be forever burned into his memory. From the first moment he’d seen her, Kalgron had been captivated.

  Kalgron, take me away!

  He’d lacked the will to resist her impassioned invitation. Orders issued for travel to another possible host planet were forgotten, cast aside. One imperative drove him, to the point all else ceased to exist. Kalgron had to have the exquisite woman. The very idea of letting her go created an unbearable ache at the center of his chest.

  The crew, confounded by his strange behavior, cast surreptitious glances his way. How could he explain his actions to others when unfamiliar emotions overruled rational thought? He’d never shown interest in the subjects or any desire for a mate, not that it wasn’t well within his right and power to take one. But Emma-lee was different from the others.

  Normally when subjects were brought onto the cruiser for study, they were scanned by a medic utilizing a computerized exomed unit. Brain activity and stored memories were analyzed and any detected anomalies in the subject’s genes were repaired. The whole process took mere minutes. Only Kalgron hadn’t allowed a medic anywhere near Emma-lee and had performed
the scans himself, spending countless hours in the chamber with her.

  He didn’t know what had possessed him to implant a translator in her brain during the scans. There was no need for subjects to understand the Ralosians, who had mastered simple Earth phrases, the only communication necessary during the brief interactions. But the strong impulse to talk with Emma-lee had been undeniable.

  Her physical appeal had drawn him in but her inner beauty was what held him enthralled. Unlike other Earthers, she had a keen intellect and believed life on other planets probable. Her desire for astral exploration made Kalgron wish to take her with him—keep her as his lifemate.

  An instantaneous connection had snapped into place between them when he’d entered the stasis chamber. And the way she responded to his voice… Gads! He’d never encountered any being capable of reaching sexual release from nothing more than auditory stimulus.

  He should return the woman to her planet and complete his mission. Return Emma-lee to her life and leave her in peace.

  Nishet.

  Kalgron shot from his chair at the command console. The idea of leaving her behind compelled him to act. He hadn’t learned the texture or taste of her skin or how it would feel to drive his erection into her woman’s warmth. He would not give her up until he had exhausted his lust for her and satisfied the intense sexual ache that drove him to distraction.

  “Continue to orbit Earth.” He barked the command, unable to hide his impatience.

  “Yes, Commander. And the woman?”

  The inquiry shouldn’t have bothered Kalgron. Shouldn’t but it did. His muscles tensed and he fisted his hands at his sides as his blood boiled. Commanding the cruiser and all its occupants in Kalgron’s absence was one of Elon’s duties. That made Emma-lee the other man’s responsibility, no matter how much Kalgron hated the fact.

  “I will be in the stasis chamber.” He scowled at his second-in-command. “I am not to be disturbed. Not for any reason.”