[Siren Classic: Erotic Sci-Fi Romance, HEA]
Emmarie Tice is a small-town singer. While driving home one evening, she is abducted by a UFO. She awakens from her cryo sleep when the ship crashes upon an asteroid and is rescued by the handsome Captain Pell Raiden. She soon learns humans are nothing more than slaves in the new world she finds herself in. Pell is part of a waning resistance movement, and he’s angry because the appearance of an Earthling proves that the technology to bring humans to the Amarante System, the one his parents died trying to destroy, is still operational. But despite his anger, he is drawn to Emmarie, and the two find a love that transcends space. But a traitor is in their midst, one who acts on selfish desires, and puts Emmarie in great danger. As she struggles to find a footing in this new world, she has to hold onto the one thing that refuses to die…her love for a rebel captain who left her to finish what his parents started.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“That ship you’re on is fried,” Pikon told them over the intercom. “There’s a manual release next to the console. Just pop it out and start wheeling it counterclockwise. And make it fast!”
The ship shuddered once and then two more times in rapid succession. Logan and Emmarie came to a skidding stop at the hatch, his hand already reaching out to use the hand crank. It was tight and he had to use two hands to get it started.
“Get the damn door open!” Captain Raiden shouted.
And then it popped open and Logan practically threw Emmarie out of the rocking ship. She landed in the arms of Pell Raiden, flush against his body, and felt Logan squeeze in behind her. The door swished close as everything lurched again.
“Hold on!” they heard Pikon shout from the intercom.
They tried to grab the sides of the corridor as the ship took off, throwing them widely off their feet. Emmarie found herself curled tightly in the captain’s arms, with his thighs cradling her hips and pressed against her intimately. Her hands came to rest on his chest and the hard coils of muscles rippled. His pants were snug, and it only took a second for their position to register because she felt the unmistakable ridge of something hard grinding into her. Behind her, Logan lay heavy across her backside, one hand bracing against her spine to not crush her and the other against the wall they had fallen against, effectively pushing her more firmly into the captain’s masculinity.
She gazed up at Pell Raiden and their eyes locked, and for a brief second, the world faded away. Awareness sparked and her body came instantly alive as electricity danced across her skin. Never in her life had she ever felt such an immediate attraction to someone, something soul deep and pulsing with life, and it shocked her to her core.
Emmarie saw Captain Raiden look at her lips and instantly they went dry. She licked them and saw something carnal flare in the dark depths of his eyes. But before she could analyze it further, the ship righted itself and the Captain maneuvered them until he could thrust Emmarie away from him. He hit the intercom button on the side of the wall.
“That wasn’t an asteroid, Pike!”
“Kexians!” came the grim answer.
The ship rocked again and Emmarie smacked into the bulkhead before she could catch herself. Pain exploded through her knee as it connected and she gasped but the sound was hidden as Raiden exploded with a curse.
“What’s going on?” Logan demanded, helping Emmarie to stand and keeping a steady arm around her. “What are the Kexians?”
“They’re not our fucking allies!” Raiden growled at him. In fact, he didn’t even spare them another glance as he stalked away, leading them from the lower deck of the ship, up a ladder and onto another sizeable walkway. The ship was sparse, looking like a building under construction, with only two branches leaving the main corridor they were on. Emmarie noticed that neither Logan nor Raiden had to duck, and they were roughly the same height, a good six inches over her five-four stature.
The ship lurched again, sending them tipping. Luckily, the rails on the walkway provided a great crutch. The path came to a dead end with a rollaway door. Raiden pointed to a ladder off to the left.
“Down there are safety seats. Strap yourselves in until we get out of this fucking mess. I’ll be back.”
As if hearing and understanding what he said, the ship rolled sharply to the left. They stumbled down the ladder and found the safety harnesses on the seats and quickly strapped themselves in.
“I feel like we’re on a goddamn airplane about to go down,” Logan muttered.
Emmarie’s heart jumped into her throat. “Don’t say that.”
Logan’s lips twisted. “Sorry. But what the hell, you know? What the hell did we stumble into?”
His lean body was rigid against hers, as if he were using every power of his strength to hold himself back. There wasn’t anything she wanted more than to stay in his arms forever. As his lips trailed down her neck, he pushed her shirt up, touching lightly over her skin as the fingertips traveled upward until they reached her breasts. She hissed and arched her back, thrusting more into his hands. He moved the bra up and his thumb flicking lightly over her nipples. When he tried to move his mouth to them, her clothing became cumbersome. Impatiently, he swept her shirt and bra over her head, throwing them carelessly on the floor somewhere behind them.
His mouth engulfed her right breast while his started kneading the other, his fingers rolling the taut nipple around. Emmarie threw her head back, her body tensing at the unbelievable sensations radiating up from her pussy. She pressed her thighs together to ease the sudden ache springing alive. But Raiden must have sensed her flare of desire because he abandoned her sensitive breasts to trail down her legs, pushing them wide open to fit his body between them. His hand swiped over her overly sensitive pussy, causing her to jump in surprise from the friction of the rough jean material pushing back.
He leaned up to kiss her mouth again, but this time when his tongue swept in, she captured it with her teeth and sucked. Raiden groaned and stood sweeping her up against his body, his hands now feverishly roaming all over her body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned when his mouth pulled away from her for a breath.
“So are you,” she breathed.
Heat darkened his eyes to shining onyx as his lips crashed down onto hers. Emmarie’s senses swam as she met the thrust of his tongue with her own, and if she’d had any hesitation before the onslaught of raw need hit her, it disappeared in a blast of lust.
Raiden broke the kiss to unsnap and unzip her jeans, pushing them down her legs before picking her naked body up and planting her on the bed. He pushed her legs wide open before falling to his knees and gathering her lower body up for his eager mouth.
He licked one outer lip, then the other, before closing his mouth over her slit. The tip eased through the crease, teasing up and down, causing her to moan loudly and thrust her hips toward his face. She felt her juices run as he buried his mouth in it, lapping it up as if it were ambrosia.
One hand traveled down and spread her pussy lips wide with two fingers. Raiden placed his mouth directly upon her clit and started sucking, causing Emmarie to buckle under the intense pleasure.
“Oh, dear god!” she gasped. “Please, Pell. Oh!”
He let go of her folds to slide a finger deep within. In and out his finger thrust until she lay panting and thrashing for more. Emmarie couldn’t help but move with the rhythm of his tongue, arching her back and thrusting upward into his face. She heard him moan something deep and guttural and it excited her more, knowing he was so turned on.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rasped. “So tight. I bet you’ll grip my cock like a glove.”
Rough fingertips found their way up her body to cup her breasts. Though she was a normal-size girl, not too big and not too small, his hand engulfed her breast to knead it like dough. His thumb flicked over the nipple bud once before his fingers rolled it with greedy tugs. Pleasure scorched over her body, centering in her pussy. Emmarie tried to clench her thighs in hopes of easing the desperate need blossoming, but that backfired as her hunger erupted even more.
“Oh,” she moaned. “So good. More. Give me more.”
“Yes,” he managed to say, his voice tight and husky.