Chapter Nine
Elizabeth
I’ve been on this planet for three hours tops and I think I might be dissociating a bit. I’m entirely too calm about all this: weird sun, forced nakedness, green alien wine, a nest.
When Zallan says it’s time to head upstairs, I hop off my super-tall stool like a well-behaved pet. This might not be so bad, I muse as they usher me upstairs.
The door at the end of the hall is open, and I take in the giant circular bed, now all made up by Wells and Ryson. They are standing near the huge window-wall, looking at something in their hands, maybe about the size of a tablet.
Wells looks up and gives me a big smile, and I notice how curly his shaggy blue hair is.
It’s pretty cute, if I can call a blue-skinned alien that stands nearly seven feet tall, ‘cute.’ His horns grow from in his hair, in a curve over the top of his head before flaring out in sharp looking ends.
I wonder how dangerous those are. To me. In bed.
“Ah, omega, we were just ordering some rugs for the floor.”
I look down again at the rough hewn wood. “That’s really thoughtful of you, thank you.”
Ryson adds, “I built up the fire in here, so you won’t be cold. Let us know if you prefer it warmer or cooler.”
I nod and they all look at me expectantly. I look between them silently, trying to figure out what they want.
“Am I supposed to get on the bed?”
Wells answers, “The nest. Yes.”
“Okay,” I mutter as I cross the huge room.
I notice my bag is sitting near a cozy looking chair by the fireplace.
I climb up into the nest. It has a bumper all the way around the edge, perhaps to keep me from falling out, and I giggle at that.
The blankets I had chosen had all run to rich reds and bright yellows, bolder colors than I would have expected but they felt right.
I lean back on one of the thousand pillows I had picked and look up.
They are still staring at me expectantly.
“Um, it’s nice. Thank you.”
They walk closer to the edge of the nest and I can’t help but think about big cats stalking towards prey. Zallan’s tail moves slowly back and forth, while Wells’ moves fast, like a big puppy. I grin without meaning to.
Ryson puts a hand on the bolster around the edge.
“Say we may enter your nest, omega. You must invite us, the first time.” He drops smoothly to his knees, and given how big they are, I can still see most of him over the bed.
The other three kneel too and, again, I get the distinct impression I’m about to be pounced on.
I pull my knees up, rustling up blankets to allow me to be partially covered. They wait, patient.
“Oh. Okay. You can all come in, if you want,” I say softly. A tiny thrill runs to my core. Well, that’s it, it’s official, I’m crazy. These guys are gonna wreck me and I’m gonna say thank you when they’re done.
Nara climbs in immediately, still bare chested from giving me his shirt. Wells doesn’t hesitate either, just hops in. Ryson crosses the room and grabs something, a box of some kind and then gets into the nest. None of them touch me, though.
My eyes turn to Zallan, who stands at the foot of the bed, opposite me.
His eyes land on mine and he starts to unbutton his shirt-tunic slowly while making the most intense eye-contact I’ve ever gotten in my life.
I wiggle a little, and watch the wide expanse of his teal chest uncover.
Then he dips a shoulder as he tugs it off behind him, and his pretty, textured horns, also dip as he lowers his head.
This absolute beast of an alien then climbs into the nest, still staring at me. My legs press together tighter as I stare.
“I think I like how you look at me, wedari,” he rumbles as he comes up onto his knees near me.
I lick my lips and I swear it gets hotter in here. “This word. It doesn’t translate.”
“Are you ready to begin, Elizabeth?” Ryson asks. I look at him and realize that while I was drooling over Zallan, the rest of them got half-naked too.
“Be-begin what?” I ask, like a moron. Afternoon tea, I’d bet. Duh, they’re going to fuck me. My eyes study their chests.
Zallan chuckles, a rich sound that I want to hear more of. “Your training, wedari. Ryson and Nara are in charge of it.”
“My what-the-fuck-now?” I ask, insulted. I sit up, pulling a blanket onto my lap. I guess I don’t really want to be a pet. Or maybe being mind-numbingly horny makes me combative.
Nara places a hand on my arm and I realize that his skin has a slightly greener tone than any of the others. “Don’t fret, omega. I have done much research from the Concord documents, and human media as well. I will not harm you.”
Ryson’s shockingly blue eyes drag down my body. “I will.”
“What?” I squeak out, shocked.
He shrugs, a tiny smile on his face. “I am your ebondenn. It means something like... ‘enforcer.’ Your behavior training falls to me. I won’t cause serious injury to your body, but if the sparks of sass I’ve seen from you are any indication, I will likely need to hurt you.
” His hand ventures out and cups my chin gently.
“But there are many forms of discipline; I will find out what works best for you, as I did for Nara and Wells.”
“Nope,” I say flatly and I start to move to crawl off the bed.
Ryson pounces, straddling my lap as I sit up, so we’re face to face, one huge hand gripping both my wrists. “Little one. I don’t mind a tussle. But think well on what you’re doing.” He dips his head, his lips grazing mine as he inhales, smelling me, and heat flares inside me.
“I didn’t agree to be obedient!” I shout, anger rising quickly.
I squirm and Ryson chuckles. “I am looking forward to seeing what shade of pink that little ass of yours turns when I punish you for the way you spoke to us in public earlier. Do you really want to add to your count?”
Zallan’s hand lands on my back and he lowers his head to lay a kiss on my shoulder. “She’s so tiny, Ry, are you sure you know the limits?”
“Yes.”
I snort, angry at being ignored. “I said, I didn’t agree to be obedient! I just agreed to have sex.”
Nara leans in from the other side and lifts my hair, braiding it quickly and tying the end with something. Then I feel his mouth on my neck. “Impact punishment always goes easier if you’re turned on first, little omega,” he says as he nips and kisses at my skin.
“Ooo, her nipples got hard,” Wells offers helpfully, “They are receptive to sexual touch, interesting.”
Ryson immediately places his free hand on one, fingers going to gently pinch my nipple.
I can’t help myself, even though I’m pissed, I moan and press my chest forwards. What is wrong with me? I’m not normally into hate-sex.
“Yes, see, that’s a good omega,” he whispers. “You did agree to obedience, I’m afraid, my dear, it’s all in the contract. And the rules are either for your safety and well-being, or that of the pack.”
Wells brings his body close, turning my face for a kiss. I’m unsure if I’m annoyed or not. It’s kind of hard to decide with so many large hands on me and playing with me.
Our lips meet and his kiss is sweet. Not tentative, but not forceful.
Very nice, really. But then his tongue slips out and presses gently at my mouth.
It feels...different. I part my lips and meet his tongue with mine.
I realize it is longer than a human one and.
.. oh fuck, is it split? How did I not notice that before?
When Wells pulls back, eyes darkened, he says, “You agreed to be our omega. We will nurture and protect you, even with our own lives. We’ll care for you and see to all your needs.
But in return, you allow this. You defer to us in matters of safety and body.
You see to our pleasure and release. You bear our kits, if our seed takes root.
It is a good deal, Elizabeth,” he nods, “And, whether or not it's a good deal, you already agreed.” He grins in what I’m learning is his natural boyish way.
Ryson tugs at my nipple at that moment as Zallan starts to stroke my back and Nara nips my skin at the base of my neck. I can’t think critically on anything right now.
Suddenly Zallan’s mouth is on the other side of my neck, his long tongue teasing and I feel my second breast cupped by a large hand.
It’s gentler than the other, and rubs at my nipple tentatively.
My eyes close and my anger seems to float away.
Every inhale seems to calm me. I smell something sweet and dark and. ..
My eyes snap open, “Are you drugging me?”
“Drugging you, little one?” Nara asks, mouth on my flesh, making me shiver.
“You all... smell good. Really good.”
They chuckle.
“Pheremones, omega,” Ryson answers, voice rough. “Yours are driving us wild as well.”
Oh, I give them off too? That’s cool.
“She’s heated enough,” Ryson says lowly. Before I can fully process what is happening, he’s sitting cross-legged and I’m draped over his lap.
“Wait,” I say, putting my hands on the bed and pushing up. Ryson’s large hand cups my bare ass.
It lifts and I squirm. “Wait!”
His hand lands and I squeal. “Stop! Is this some BDSM shit? I’ve never been into spanking!”
Another slap. And another, on the other side.
“I said stop, you fucking asshole!”
All four of them make a displeased sound. Ryson answers, “That’s twice you spoke rudely in public and now you’ve cursed your alphas. You’ve quite a warming in store, little omega. Best to bite your tongue.”
He starts spanking me in earnest, his large hand nearly able to cover an entire cheek. I fight and squeal, really angry. He alternates sides every few swats.
“It hurts!” I wail, my body sending me mixed signals on my opinion of being embarrassed and punished in this fashion.
“Yes, well, omega, punishments usually do,” Ryson purrs.
Another hard spank to my exposed ass and my legs start to kick without my intent. Ryson growls and I feel something wrap around them. It’s his tail.
“Why are you-” swat “being punished-” swat “naughty omega?” Swat.