Sneak Peek Sextus Book One in the Galaxy Pirates Alien Abduction Romance Series
Present Day
In space on the pirate vessel Tranquility
Lexa
“I found the coordinates to your Earth.” Sextus’s lips quirk smugly as he straddles the chair next to me in the cramped dining area of our vessel. He’s tall and muscular, the largest of the seven huge alien males on board this small pirate spaceship. I doubt it’s an accident he caught me in here alone.
“Oh, thank God. When can Captain Thantose get us there?” Relief floods every cell in my body. My muscles relax even though Sextus is sitting far too close—he’s so big and tough, not to mention blue with tribal markings, I do my best to avoid him.
“Our ship is carrying a load of exotic Primian fish bound for Algaron IV . Seven days to that planet to offload and then twelve days back to Earth.”
“That’s nineteen days! How will I explain my absence if I’m gone from Earth that long? I’ll talk to Thantose.” I stand, ready to hustle to the bridge and plead my case to the captain. “I’m sure he can drop me on Earth first, then deliver his cargo.”
“Those fish are delicate. We’re losing four percent of them a day. That’s expensive merchandise; we can’t afford that big a loss.”
Why is he looking at me like the cat that’s about to eat the canary?
“I’m certain he’ll see the light.” I turn to leave.
“I already informed him. Thantose is the nicest pirate in the galaxy, but money is money. He said Earth would have to wait.”
His savage gaze flicks to my chair as if he’s commanding me to take a seat. I silently curse my cowardice as I follow his unspoken order to sit.
“I take it you have some reason you’re personally delivering this news...other than to gloat.” My brown eyes narrow, I think I know what’s coming.
“I contacted my cousin through secret backchannels. The MarZan cartel conscripted him years ago; he’s still forced to work for them. He risked life and limb to get me the coordinates to your Earth.
“We stop on planet Neron first thing tomorrow to refuel. I located a small ship we can rent. It can not only get us to Earth in five days but can put you down anywhere you designate with its state-of-the-art matter transporter. I didn’t put a hold on it, I was waiting for your approval before I spend half an annum’s pay to rent the rig.”
His stare is positively feral. I figure this is the moment I’m supposed to plead for more information, but as desperate as I am to get back home, I’ll never stoop to begging.
“What’s your ask?” I spear him with a feral look of my own. I don’t think I need my Ph.D. in psychology to know the nature of what he wants. His lusty glances haven’t been subtle since the day he and the rest of the crew rescued us from certain death when I was imprisoned on planet Paradise with two other Earth women—we were all bound for sexual slavery.
He grabs a grape-like fruit from a bowl in the center of the dining table and pops it into his mouth. “The cost?” He cocks an eyebrow. “You provide whatever service I request on the trip from Neron to your planet.” He chews nonchalantly as he cocks his head to one side. He seems to savor my discomfort more than his bite of food.
“Fuck you, Sextus.” He had to know I’d never agree to that proposition.
I rise to leave, but before I’m through the doorway he says, “Do the math, little Lexa.” I pause, my back to him. “You were in a cell for ten days on planet Paradise, eight days since we rescued you and your friends. Five days to Earth if we leave tomorrow from Neron. That’s twenty-three days if you come with me. Thirty-seven if you stay on this ship.
“I don’t know drack about Earth, but I wonder just how long you can be gone from a place before your explanation about your absence becomes suspicious.
“The other females have already said they’ve been gone too long. They know they can’t go back, they...what was it they said? Your military would lock them up and study them? I don’t think you have the luxury of fourteen extra days to go all the way to Algaron IV and back. I believe I’m your ticket home, little Lexa, and I just set the price.”
“Just because you’re an asshole, Sextus, doesn’t mean I’m a whore.” I stalk through the door, but before I’m out of earshot I hear, “Not just sexual services, I was hoping you’d know how to cook. My offer stands until 2400.” His amused laugh follows me as I run down the short hallway to the room I share with Carrie, one of the two Earth females I was rescued with.
Luckily she isn’t in our small, shared room. I throw myself on my bottom bunk and try to think. My hands are shaking with rage. I let out a low scream from the back of my throat and kick my legs in frustration.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I pound the bed with each expletive. “Okay, Lexa, think.” I leap to a standing position and pace in tight circles.
Before I can problem-solve, my mind chooses this moment to throw me a quick reminder of the last three miserable weeks of my life. I was abducted from Earth, then placed in a cell with Carrie and Brin, who were kidnapped years ago. We were all rescued by seven huge alien pirates whose looks scare the shit out of me, then taken to planet Primus for a week with the offer to start a new life there.
Brin stayed on Primus to recover from the trauma of a long captivity. Carrie returned to this ship to look for a new life on a different planet. And me? I’m still hoping I can find my way back to Earth.
All the alien males except for Sextus have been super nice and have tried very hard to get us back home, but until today, no one knew Earth’s coordinates except for the MarZan cartel which uses our planet to harvest free breeding females whenever they choose.
I’ve been aware for days that if I don’t get back to Earth soon, I won’t be able to return at all. How many weeks can I claim to have been in some fugue state with no memory of where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing? I’ve concocted a story about getting lost while walking the Appalachian Trail, but my plausible deniability is about to expire.
Sextus is right. I don’t have an extra fourteen days to get home. If I wait much longer, when I get back to Earth the special forces guys will arrive in their black helicopters to fly me to Area 51 for some anal probing of their own.
“So close!” I shout to the empty room. I was four days from getting my Ph.D. in Psychology. To get my degree at twenty-three, I’ve had to put my entire life on hold for the past seven years.
I changed schools several times every school year until I was twelve. At that time we discovered homeschooling. Thank God—being shunned by my peers day in and day out was killing my soul. Homeschooling allowed me to excel at academics, and I earned my high school diploma at sixteen.
Shortly after that my dad died. I enrolled in college and didn’t take a break for the next seven years. I never had a summer off, took the maximum amount of credits every semester, and just plowed through nonstop. No friends, no family, no lovers, just nose to the grindstone all with one goal—the degree.
Now my life is completely derailed.
There is no future for me in space—absolutely none.
After several hours stewing alone in my room, Carrie comes to bed. My roomie’s a pretty, fortyish woman with shoulder-length blond hair. I kind of envy her, she seems to be at peace with her situation. I’ll never be okay with living in space—I desperately want to go home.
We’ve never talked much; I haven’t really tried to be besties with her—I’ve been a bit preoccupied since we met. Besides, I’ve never had a friend, I don’t know how.
She’s been nothing but kind, and I know I should make small talk with her, but I don’t really want to make friends. I want to get back to Earth.
“I brought you some food. You might want to start joining us for meals…” Her big, blue eyes are full of concern.
“I don’t want—” I stop myself from finishing my sentence with ‘to get to know any of you. I want to go home.’
She hands me a napkin with a sandwich filled with mystery meat. “I’m here if you want to talk.”
“Thanks.”
I have no appetite, nor any desire to chat. I just watch the minutes tick down, waiting for the midnight deadline. No matter how you cut it, my dilemma boils down to two choices: never go home again, or be Sextus’s sex slave for five days.
The choice seems obvious when I put it like that. I’ve worked my ass off for the last seven years to achieve my goal—to become a psychologist. Am I willing to throw all that away because the cost of five days of embarrassment is too high?
No. I’ve known for hours I’m going to do it. I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself.
It’s ten to midnight. Carrie’s been asleep on the top bunk for hours. I need to quit procrastinating and do the walk of shame to Sextus’s room.
Luckily the hallway’s deserted and he’s only four doors down. His electronic sliding door is cracked an inch. He left it open for me, the fucker. He knew I’d come.
I tap until I hear his deep, “Come in.”
The lights are dim, so it takes me a moment to fully absorb the scene in front of me. Sextus is sitting on the bed, head leaned against the back wall, covers only pulled up to his thighs. His muscled blue body with its swirling cobalt tribal markings is in stark contrast to the white sheets.
He’s got the chiseled body of a Chippendale dancer, but what catches my complete attention is that his meaty blue hand is slowly fisting his penis from base to tip as he spears me with an animalistic gaze.
“You’re here with four minimas to spare. Nicely played, little Lexa.” He flashes a smile as his hand continues its leisurely journey, stroking up and down.
Okay, Lexa , I order myself, you will not close your eyes. You will not look away. You will not blush . I calculated it out, five days is 7,200 minutes. I can do that standing on my head. I will do what needs to be done so I can have the life I’ve been planning—the life I deserve.
“I need to hear it, Lexa. Why are you here?”
I forbid myself to pause or stammer. “I’m here to accept your proposal.” I stare straight at him, my gaze never wavering. My voice sounded steady, that’s good. It’s so dim in here I doubt he can see my carotid artery leaping in my throat.
“Good. I knew the day I met you we were two of a kind, you and I.”
What would possibly make this monster think such a thing? I’m not asking.
“I’ve watched you with the other females, you don’t care about social niceties. Neither do I. Seems like both of us follow the philosophy: take care of yourself and everyone else be damned. We’ll do fine for the next five days.”
I turn to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” his voice is harsh and low, almost a growl.
I don’t respond. I know it isn’t really a question. He and my dad must have gone to Power and Control University together.
“You need to hear the terms of service and agree to them, little Lexa.”
I stand straighter, tighten my jaw, and look him square in the eye. Does he think this little Earth female has never been afraid before? Fuck him. I learned how to deal with this kind of psychological torment at my daddy’s knee.
“One. You’ll tell no one the terms of our contract or I will not fulfill them. Even if you don’t trust me, I have every intention of delivering you to your home planet—on time. I’ve gone to considerable trouble to obtain the coordinates and locate the fastest ship available. I’m a total dracker , but I am a male of my word. When I return to this ship without you, I have to live with all these people and I’d prefer our contract to be just between us. Is that clear?”
I nod.
“Say it.”
“Yes, that’s clear.”
“You can call me sir.”
Fuck. “Yes, sir.” Is this going to be some S just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t stumbled onto Porn Hub. Of course, I’ve never seen one this long or this thick before. Nor have I ever seen one that is two swirling shades of blue.
I form my plan of attack. Swift, sure, no time for hesitation, Lexa, just go for it . I grab him at the root, press my mouth over the head, and engulf him as far down as I can go in one swift movement because I don’t want to hesitate or gag.
“ Drack !” he thunders as he grabs my shoulders and pulls me up and off of him. “What the drack female? If you didn’t want to go through with the contract why did you come to my room?”
I’m standing, staring at him, just blinking. “What?” I ask, then hastily add, “Sir?”
“Teeth! Seven hells, female. You used your teeth!” I can see the whites all around his irises, his eyes wide in surprise.
“I...didn’t know.”
“What are you saying? Are human cocks impervious to pain?”
“I don’t know...I’ve never…”
“You’re untouched?” He pulls back, nostrils flaring, muscles rigid.
Ohhh, the way he said that, like it’s the worst thing in the known galaxy, I don’t want to cop to that. So I just stand here, wondering if I drew blood.
“Answer me. You’ve never…been with a male?”
“No.” He’s still staring daggers through me. “Sir.”
“Why in the galaxy did you accept my offer, Lexa? I thought we were like-minded, that this would be a game for both of us, that I’d be the aggressor and you’d feign innocence. I had no idea you were an innocent.” He stands, grabs my clothes from the foot of the bed, and gently hands them to me. “I rescind my offer. The contract is null and void.”
Sextus
“No. Please. Sextus, I’ll...do better next time.”
Her voice is pleading, but her pinched face and downturned mouth show that this is costing her every iota of her dignity.
I’m a drackhole . I’ve always been one. I’m used to getting my way. But not this.
“I need to get back to Earth. Teach me how to do...that…” She glances at my cock, now tucked against my body, shriveled in pain. “Teach me and I’ll do it.”
I don’t want to prolong this one moment longer. I don’t want her to give away every shred of her self-respect.
“Go back to your room, Lexa. I don’t understand Earth ways. I can’t play my games with an untouched.” Stalking to my restroom, I toss over my shoulder, “When I come out I want you gone.”
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