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

gripping as she stroked him harder and harder, and the sharp spike of pleasure overwhelmed the ache of the pain in the rest of his body.
    “Do you want me, Vega?” she asked.
    They had this exchange, in one form or another, every time. Though typically she preferred him to take her roughly, and he was now in no position to do so.
    “Yes, domina,” he said, voice hoarse. “Badly.”
    Which was a lie. He didn’t want her. He wanted, he realized, the donara. Alaina. And he knew that Lennai was here because she’d seen him want her. But Vega had no room in his mind for house politics, not after getting his ass kicked across the sands, not after having the donara in his hands only to let her go again, and certainly not with Lennai’s hand leading his cock to the warm embrace of her entrance. Vega wasn’t proud of it, but he could fuck the domina and imagine she was the donara. Perhaps it would even make the encounter sweeter. And he might regret that and struggle with it later, but in that moment all he could think of was the release, and when he lifted his hands to cup Lennai’s breasts through the fragile fabric of her gown, he was picturing Alaina instead, in his lap, her armor shed to the waist.
    Lennai lowered herself onto him and he rolled his hips, fitting the length of his cock inside her, and she threw her head back, writhing a little atop him with pleasure. Then she started to move, lifting herself up and lowering herself back down. Vega started to pant, every slide of her slick and hot, and his hips started to buck against hers, thrusting himself deeper into her. She pinned his hands to her breasts, bouncing atop him, making little mewling noises as she rode him towards her climax, and Vega clenched his eyes shut and imagined Alaina, Alaina’s breasts in his hands, Alaina’s warmth enveloping his cock, Alaina’s cries of ecstasy atop him. He wanted to sit up and take her in his arms, but the pain stopped him, kept him on his back, mingling with the agony of the mounting pleasure, perfection just out of reach.
    Lennai arched her back, groaning as she came, and Vega spasmed into a climax of his own inside her. Normally she would have made him withdraw and climax into his own hand, or anywhere that wasn’t into her, but this time she squirmed atop him, grinding her hips to his, and smiled as he jerked and released beneath her.
    “I’m sorry, domina,” he said, as her hands fell from his and he let go of her, opening his eyes to look up at her.
    She shook her head a little, sweat glistening on her brow, and brushed a few bits of her fiery red hair back from her face. “It’s all right. I wanted this for you. You fought well today.”
    “Thank you.”
    She sat atop him another moment, the meeting of their sex throbbing sorely between them, until finally she propped her hands on the mattress and lifted herself from him, spilling down off the bed. Vega ached anew, watching her, and then grabbed at the waistband of his trousers to tug them back up, but found that was all the strength he had left.
    “Rest now,” she said, already heading for the door. “I’ll send the donara in the morning to see to your wounds.”
    Vega said nothing to that, just watched her leave the room, and then let his head sag against the pillows. He closed his eyes, and of course even as he drifted off, he thought of Alaina, and in his dreams and passions he saw her again and again, and knew he was in serious trouble.

Chapter Sixteen
    After the day at the Arena, the bathhouse in the Chara palace was bliss. As with the public baths, the room was one sprawling sauna filled with pools of steamy water. Some of them were scented with floral and perfumed water, some had petals and small orbs floating through them, releasing special oils for the skin. Alaina barely cared about being undressed by strangers this time, she was so eager to get into one of the pools.
    When she finally climbed naked down into one of them, she relaxed to a seat