Protected by the Alien Space Pirate
One Rasidian Space Pirate. One stolen human female.
Being a space pirate doesn’t make a being rich, which was why Rhilax was dealing with the biggest crime lord in the ten quadrants against his better judgment. He doesn’t know much about the job on offer, but he knows it’ll pay for food and supplies for himself and his brothers. Maybe enough to find a nice, quiet planet somewhere, forget about a life of smuggling and finally settle down.
He’s certainly not prepared when a female slave, none the likes he’d seen before, is led naked, chained and helpless to be his fated mate. He definitely wasn’t prepared when he obliterates his dream, along with the crime lord’s head, kidnaps the female and makes a target of himself and his brothers - The crime lord has a brother and the brother wants them all dead.
When their ship is destroyed, Rhilax and his brothers are blown into the far reaches of the known universe. To make matters worse, the escape pod is wrecked and his fated mate has escaped. Rhilax must find her before the crime lord’s thugs, or the unknown creatures on this planet, and complete the bond before his mind is lost to the mating urge.
She can’t remember her name. Or her life before the cages. Maybe it’s better not knowing. Being trapped in a cage and grieving a beautiful life would be the worst kind of torture. She’s good at zoning out, but it gets harder and harder to disregard the massive blue-skinned alien who tells her he is her fated mate, whatever that is. All she knows is if she doesn’t get away from him, she might never be free again.
If you like impossible odds, wilderness planets, sexy alpha blue-skinned aliens and the tension of fated mates, you’ll love Protected by the Alien Space Pirate.
WHAT'S INSIDE
🧑🏻❤️💋🧑Enemies to lovers
👾Forbidden love
👩🚀Woman in jeopardy
⭕Opposites attract
Alien 🍆
🔥Steamy scenes
🪐Off world adventure
🦎 Evil enemies
CHAPTER ONE
“The Drumas turd has got a two, so bet on a three.”
Veri’s voice sounded through his internal ear comm, making it feel as though he was right here next to Rhilax, whispering in his ear. Contraband tech that Rhilax’s brothers as well as himself had outfitted with the payment they’d received hauling a cargo hold full of ‘supplies’ to the Vongi spaceport on Di-Yu. Not that he’d minded transporting toilet paper and dry foodstuffs. It was the New Zion alcohol that had been hidden beneath fragrant spices which had been outlawed in nine of the ten Quadrants that they’d been able to name their price.
Rhilax was glad they’d earned those credits. The tech had been expensive. More so to pay for the silence of the surgeon, Gratu, who had installed it into their bodies. Even damn good smugglers needed all the help they could get—especially ex-Council military who needed to remain untraceable.
Rhilax called it insurance.
He flicked his left canine twice with the tip of his forked tongue, to let Veri know he heard, and then dropped the losing bet on the table. Shilsogar could hardly contain his delight. His gray chins jiggled, and an extra rope of drool dripped from the corner of his wide, downturned, black mouth.
The mobster had absolutely no game face. Rhilax was half-disgusted he had to play so badly, when he was really very hard to beat. It went against his nature to lose to scum like Shilsogar, when his basest urge was to give the being a fourth eye where he only had three. Free of charge.
“Easy, brother. Lose this game and we’ll win in the end. I bet my left nut he’s cheating anyway,” Veri said.
They’d inconspicuously installed tech in the club during the previous evening, where all three of them had entertained a bar full of three-breasted, horny Vargians until the synth sun had come up. The Vargians were a tall species. Tall enough that even when Rhilax stood up, he came to their breast height, and he was a tall species. What an eyeful they were. Beautiful breasts they never covered. Gods, he loved that species.
It had passed the time satisfactorily well enough, although the thumping hangover he’d woken up with wasn’t optimal. He never used to get hangovers. Maybe he was getting old. He certainly felt years beyond his age sometimes. Sitting opposite Shilsogar and playing his inane game was making his head hurt even more.
Rhilax gritted his teeth. He didn’t like dealing with scum like Shilsogar. The being was dirty and had his hands in numerous ‘business’ arrangements, but he paid well, and they were down to their last funds. There was only one being worse than Shilsogar, and that was his twin brother and business partner, Xataxi. That being was a special brand of evil and even Rase, Veri and himself had not been desperate enough to secure any business dealings with that being. The Tourogan brothers were the criminal mastermind heads of the ten Quadrants, but despite this being a well-known fact, they were as slippery as a Vargian’s delicious freshly suckled nipple. They were untouchable, and they knew it.
They needed money for fuel and food. If he didn’t secure this deal, chances were they didn’t have enough fuel to make it to the next space port to look for more work, which was why he was here sitting in a too-small chair, losing to scum on the Solaris Station which was not much more than a wasted bucket of rusted bolts.
The place for their meeting had struck Rhilax as strange. Shilsogar normally didn’t go this far from the main trade thoroughfare, and he certainly was never seen in anything less than five-star accommodation. It was another thing that didn’t add up. Another thing that set his nerves on edge. Rhilax shoved the thought to the side.
He, as well as his brothers, needed this deal. The money would last them for the next annum at least. Maybe they’d make enough to be able to purchase property on a nice, scum-free planet, find females and raise children.
A real good dream. It gave him something to cling to. Everyone needed something. Their existence had been pointless enough since the day that had irrevocably changed their lives forever.
Shilsogar grinned and more drool dripped to his soaking stomach. His species was made up from roll upon roll of glutinous fat, so much so, Rhilax wondered if he had a skeletal structure at all.
“So, my friend. I hear you’re in the market for some work.” Shilsogar swept the credits from the center of the board which hit his fat stomach. Someone came from the shadows behind him and cleared the credits away, leaving a few yet to play. Rhilax inwardly groaned. He was down to his last. When he lost these, they really had nothing.
He grunted, pretending he was only half interested. “Might be. What you got?”
Shilsogar indicated the board. His mouth quivered into what Rhilax assumed was a smile. Rhilax hid his disgust. “Another game?”
“Sure. I’ve got nothing else to do.” Like hells he didn’t. The most urgent thing he wanted to do was to get the drek away from Shilsogar. The species brought out his scales and he had to exert undue concentration to keep them below the surface of his skin.
Shilsogar set out the cards and pushed a placeholder across the board. He lifted his cigar and drew in deeply from the corner of his mouth. The end glowed red and the acidic scent of smoke tainted the already-tainted air even more.
“Go for one. He’s got five. Resist the temptation to shove those credits down his throat, Rhi. We’ll never get this deal if you do that,” Veri whispered.
Rhilax grunted and shifted, unable to tell Veri that he wasn’t to shove the credits down the being’s throat, no matter how tempting the thought. Well, not yet. He wasn’t that stupid, although the thought had merit. Instead, he concentrated in the chair that was fast becoming unbearingly uncomfortable. It was too small for his large frame, no doubt given to him on purpose.
“I think you might be interested in this job I have,” Shilsogar said.
Rhilax pushed the last of his credits onto the board, “That so.”
“What the drek?” Rase’s voice growled in his internal ear. His tone was enough to raise Rhilax’s hackles. He sounded unusually... disturbed. His brother was never disturbed.
Rase watched the visual comms they’d trained outside the door to watch the approaching corridor, but unless his brother cared to expand, he’d be left to wonder what the drek he was seeing.
One thing for sure, Rhilax didn’t like the sudden tension that filled the air. His fingers twitched. His claws nearly plunged into the tabletop. Shilsogar’s eyes gleamed and something cold slid over Rhilax’s skin.
“Keep yourself in control, brother. You’re not gonna like this,” Rase said as the door opened, and one of Shilsogar’s grunts came in with a delicate species he’d never seen before on the end of a shining silver chain.
Rhilax couldn’t take his eyes off the female. Her skin was pink and soft, so different to his tough, blue hide. She had a mane of long, brunette waves, the color of rich earth, and her eyes were tri-colored. White, warm brown and black in the middle. At the moment, they were wide and petrified when they should look dazed and sated after being well-loved.
She was naked, and tried to cover her breasts and sex with her hands as she was dragged into the room by the collar around her neck. The handler tugged the chain and she stumbled on already-unsteady legs. She choked and fell to the floor at Shilsogar’s feet, where she remained quivering and shaking.
Every muscle in Rhilax’s body locked and went hot. His skin flushed and his scales threatened to explode over every inch of his body. His consciousness expanded into the seeming infinity of the universe, scattering and reforming the very molecules of his mind and body before they coalesced back, forever changed because the very essence of himself was never going to be the same again.
His heart raced and pressure built in his groin as knowledge he had no hope of understanding downloaded into his mind. Luckily, his leathers were tight enough to cause enough sharp agony when his cock engorged, for him to keep his mind clear. It took every bit of his self-control to sit, watch and look unimpressed when his very instinct urged him to take her away from this hells of a place and protect her with his life. Because she was more precious than his life.
He never thought there would be a match for him. Never thought it was possible. And yet, the evidence was right here in front of his horrified eyes.
This female was his mate.