Alien Conquest: (The Warrior's Prize) An Alien SciFi Romance by Scarlett Rhone Page A

maddening. He’d not been so distracted by a woman in...long enough that while he could remember the girl’s name, a girl from home, he couldn’t remember what her face looked like. And every time he tried, he just saw Alaina instead. This preoccupation was going to get him killed if he wasn’t careful.
    The door to the room opened, and Vega opened his eyes and lifted his head. For whatever stupid reason, he expected to see the donara walk into the room.
    Of course, it wasn’t the donara.
    It was the domina.
    As soon as his brain and eyes connected and he realized it was Lennai, he started struggling to sit up, but she waved a hand and approached his bedside, the evergreen glint of her scales reflected in her eyes, which were the same color. Deep, dark green. Emeralds in moonlight. He relaxed back against the pillows, looking up at her, and knew the sick, twisting weight in his stomach was dread.
    She lowered a hand, fingernail scraping lightly up his arm. “Do you like your room?”
    “Yes, domina.”
    “Lohar’s is not nearly so nice.” She smirked. “He’s in the cells. Where he’ll remain.”
    “I appreciate that you favor me, domina.” Vega kept his eyes on her face, even as her fingertips continued drifting up and down his arm, summoning gooseflesh along his skin, sending a slight shiver down his spine.
    They’d done this before, but he’d always been summoned to her chambers. At first, the whole thing had been repugnant to him, but he’d done as he was bid because he didn’t have the freedom to say no. Over time, their trysts had become at least a welcome release, and if he didn’t particularly care for Lennai, he didn’t have to in order to find satisfaction between her thighs. And it earned him favors, which he could use to climb the lists. But now Vega was aware that perhaps he had played the part too well, and she’d grown too attached to him. He wondered if she’d already begun to sabotage him so that he might never leave this house.
    “How do you feel?” she asked. Vega knew what she was really asking, and it was confirmed as she lifted the skirt of her gown, setting a bare knee on the mattress beside his hip. She leaned over him, hand on his shoulder. “Better?”
    “Still a little sore,” he admitted, grimacing, but he sat up a little, shifting the pillows at his back to prop himself up. Then he dutifully set a hand on her waist, encouraging. “But definitely better. Just be gentle with me, domina.”
    Lennai smiled, because it was exactly what she wanted to hear, no doubt. Which was of course why Vega had said it. Even if he didn’t feel better at all, the domina got what she wanted, and he knew better than to try and deny her now. He was out of the games for awhile. He had to keep what other favors he had. She climbed up, straddling him, and he was aware then that she wasn’t wearing anything at all under that filmy gown. They’d gotten him out of his armor while he was unconscious, and now the only layer between them was the light linen pants worn beneath the armor. Lennai was very aware it too, apparently, because she rocked her hips against his and smiled a little sharper when he gasped at the feel of her rubbing against him.Pleasure could be just as confusing, just as complicated as pain, Vega found. And just as hard to stay strong against. His hands gripped her hips seemingly of their own accord, his mind suddenly a fog of frustration, confusion, and desire. He felt himself rising to her, as she pressed against him, and though he had never wanted her, his body did.
    She ran her hands over his chest and rocked against him again, and Vega knew he was done for. He closed his eyes and she began unlacing the front of his linen pants, rising to her knees so she could inch the waistband down on his hips and gather the skirt of her gown from between them. She took his cock in her hand and Vega inhaled sharply, letting go of her so he could grab a handful of the bedclothes instead,