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  Copyright April 2017 Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

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  This e-book is a work of fiction. While references might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book contains descriptions of many BDSM and sexual practices but this is a work of fiction and as such should not be used in any way as a guide. The author and publisher will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained herein.

  A shorter version of Their Captive Mate was published as a novella in 2016 as part of the anthology Human Surrender. This edition has been rewritten and expanded.

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

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  Chapter One

  About The Author

  Also by Kallista Dane

  Cass

  She heard the footsteps drawing closer. Braced herself, wrapping the thin blanket around her naked body. The door to her cell flew open, banging against the wall.

  Rhynn stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. Their bodies were identical. Tall, with powerful shoulders and arms, broad chests packed hard with muscle. But she knew it was Rhynn. Something about the set of his shoulders. And his scent was slightly different. The same musky, virile aroma that made her pulse race whenever they came near her, just not as pungent as Rhom’s.

  He stood motionless, staring in at her. He’d had the dream again. Relived the night Zara died. He came like this, alone in the middle of the night, when he had the dream. It had taken her a long time to figure that out. But she’d had little to do locked in her cell night after night other than analyze every aspect of their behavior – except on the nights when one of them came to her. A white-hot flash of anger poured through her at what she knew was to come. Yet at the same time her pussy clenched and she felt a flood of dampness between her legs.

  That she could detect the difference between them by their scent alone had come as a surprise, although not as much as discovering the effect it had on her. Earthers knew very little about the Tharans. Apparently, males on this planet exuded powerful pheromones when they became aroused. She didn’t know what that did to Tharan females, but inhaling those pheromones awakened a savage hunger in her, more intense than any sexual desire she’d ever felt before. Touching his body, having him touch her, magnified the effect. She fought it, fought him, at first. But it seemed as though the harder she fought, the more she resisted, the stronger it grew.

  Three long strides brought him to the edge of the bed. She didn’t bother to feign sleep. She’d learned it only angered him, made him more aggressive. He reached down, yanked the blanket away, and grabbed her by the arm. Dragging her onto the floor, he forced her to her knees in front of him.

  The brothers slept naked and he’d come straight from their bed. His thick cock, where the pheromones were strongest, jutted out in front of her face, already semi-erect. She held her breath and tried to turn her head away, but he twisted her long blonde hair around one hand and kept her in place. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down. Every stroke made it grow harder, releasing another invisible cloud of the potent aroma. Wordlessly, he drew her closer, pressing the head against her lips.

  Though she knew what would happen if she resisted, Cass shuddered and jerked away. He growled and sank down onto the thin mattress, dragging her over his lap with one hand still tangled in her hair. She fought. Harder tonight, perhaps because she was fighting her own treacherous body as much as his.

  She wanted to hate him for what he did on these nights. How he used her. But inhaling his pheromones made her pussy spasm. Having the head of his thick cock rub back and forth over her lips made her want to open her mouth. Run her tongue over them and take in the drop of pre-cum lingering there, laden with more of the substance that drove her wild. Stick her tongue out farther, twirl it around the bulging head. Lick across the slit at the tip, coaxing out another drop.

  Instead, she clenched her teeth together, bucking wildly. He trapped her legs between his. A hard palm walloped her naked ass. Cass groaned as the bolt of fire seared her bottom, hoping he’d think it a sound of pain rather than of passion. If they knew the effect their bodies had on her, she feared they’d look for other ways to take out their wrath. Ways that might do lasting damage to her body, instead of this, leaving its mark on her mind and soul.

  He spanked her again, crushing her mound against his manhood. The pre-cum she’d been aching to lick from his cock rubbed against the hood of her clit. She bit off a scream.

  It was liquid fire. Laden with the aphrodisiac, it rocketed through her, igniting desperate cravings. She whipped her head from side to side, writhed against him, hoping he’d mistake behavior caused by a bolt of lust for defiance. He held her down and began spanking harder, faster. Mindless and frantic, she ground herself against his cock. It swelled and grew even stiffer. Her clit throbbed in time to the rhythm of his huge palm cracking down on her bottom.

  He shoved her legs apart and his hand snaked between her legs. Found her dripping with arousal. He groaned and she felt the head of his cock graze her slick folds.

  She couldn’t hold back a moan. He’d never done this before. Never taken her. To her shame, night after night a part of her hoped he would. But he only punished, then left her trembling with need.

  Rhynn heard her moan and stopped abruptly. He spread his thighs apart and shoved her back onto the floor on her knees.

  “Do what I command, Earther, and your punishment will cease - for tonight.”

  He thought he’d broken her to his will. And he had. Only not in the way he imagined.

  Cass bowed her head. Breathed deeply, inhaling his potent scent. Her bottom ached from the hard spanking, yet her body welcomed even that harsh treatment to feel his hand on her bare skin. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, on fire from contact with his seminal fluid. Teased by the heat of his cock, her pussy ached to be filled. She couldn’t fight any longer. Hungry for the taste of him, she opened her mouth and took him in.

  Rhynn buried his fists in her hair, holding her head in place and pumping his hips back and forth. He fucked her mouth roughly, forcing her to take his cock in farther with every stroke. Frightened at the thought of falling deeper under the
spell of the potent chemical mix he produced, she struggled to pull her head away before he came. He tightened his grip, sending a shocking thrill pouring through her.

  She gave in. Naked and kneeling, she surrendered to his mastery in the darkness the way she would never do by the light of day. Opening wide for him, then closing her lips to encircle his girth in a hot wet embrace. Sliding her mouth up and down the shaft as he pumped.

  His body quivered and he pulled her closer. Cass lost herself in the void. Time and space disappeared until there was only the heat of his body crushed against hers, the thrill of his fingers fisting in her hair. She moaned again and ran her tongue around the head, then sucked. He gave a hoarse shout and she felt his cock pulsing. He kept going, thrust deep as it began to spurt.

  Cass swallowed. Welcomed the scandalous rush she felt as his cum slid down her throat. The orgasm tore through her, leaving her shattered. Loving the intoxication of his dominance while hating herself for being weak.

  He shuddered, then withdrew, pushing her head away. Leaning forward, he brought his elbows to his knees and buried his face in his hands. His chest heaved and he took a few ragged breaths. Inches away from him, she froze. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he was crying.

  He stiffened, as though suddenly remembering she was there. She heard him mutter an oath under his breath as he surged to his feet. He strode out of the room without another word, slamming the door behind him.

  Cass scooted backwards until her shoulders touched the wall. She huddled on the floor, shaking.

  He tasted saltier tonight. Tangy. More intoxicating every time he made her service him this way. She didn’t know if all Tharan males would smell the same to her, taste the same. Only that this one and his twin had imprinted her somehow, triggered this shameless lust. Even when they treated her harshly, she became aroused by what they did.

  Tomorrow would be a bad day. It always was, after a night like this. Rhynn would bark orders at her, then berate her for not following them quickly enough. Or worse, ignore her. As though he blamed her for his weakness. As though it was her fault he came to her in the night. Used her selfishly for his release.

  Cass swiped away an angry tear. She wouldn’t cry, no matter what they did to her. No matter how much their cursed biological quirk aroused her, awakened savage needs she’d never known before. No matter how often they left her like this. The orgasm, like every other one she’d had since they captured her, had been a cruel trick of nature. A fleeting moment of ecstasy that built the fire inside her into an inferno. Leaving her hungry for more. Leaving her pussy empty and aching to be filled.

  She had to stay strong, for the sake of the others. Had to remember how much she hated these alien beings who kept her captive. Had to be even more cold-blooded and ruthless than they’d been with her.

  Cass knew she had to be ready to kill them both, if it was the only way to escape.

  Cass

  She tried to go back to sleep when he left, but her need grew stronger with every nighttime visit. He’d never touched her that way before, although she’d known all along punishing her aroused him. He couldn’t hide the powerful erections she felt whenever he held her down over his lap.

  The first few times, he only spanked. Then one night, he pushed her to her knees. Grabbed her hand, wrapped it around his cock, and slid it up and down. He came after only a few strokes. To her shock, when she felt his cum spurt onto her bare chest, she climaxed as well. Loaded with the potent mix of pheromones, that first contact of his semen with her bare skin triggered a powerful climax.

  She tried to hide her reaction, but it became harder and harder as the nights went on. His hunger seemed to grow with every encounter. Before long, he was demanding she take him in her mouth. If she resisted, he’d simply spank her until pain morphed into pleasure. He thought he’d conquered her because she hid her shameful secret. When his punishment took her to that dark place, she licked and sucked him willingly. Eager to have the hot rush pour through her body when she tasted his cum.

  Closing her eyes, she let one hand slide between her legs. Ran her fingers over her swollen clit, massaging the slick drop of fluid from his cock deeper into the sensitive bud. A thousand bolts of lightning surged through her body, radiating out from her core in every direction. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she exploded.

  Her pussy spasmed. Still empty and demanding. She used the trick she’d learned. Put two fingers into her mouth, running them over her tongue to coat them with any lingering pheromones from his cum, then rammed them inside her.

  This time she couldn’t hold back the scream. The walls of her vagina clenched around her fingers. She dug her heels into the mattress and shoved her hips up, working his potent hormones in deeper. The second orgasm ripped through her, then a third, as she pumped her fingers in and out.

  Rough hands seized her. Yanked her wrists over her head.

  “My brother is far too gentle with you in these nighttime trysts. When I finish, you won’t have the energy left to pleasure yourself.”

  Rhom straddled her body, a knee on either side. She’d been so lost in satisfying her desperate need, she hadn’t heard him come in. He held her wrists in one huge hand, took hold of his cock with the other, and rubbed the head over the lips of her pussy. She gasped, writhing under him, trying to work it inside her.

  “So, you’d take my manhood in? No more fighting, no biting or kicking?” He laughed. A rough, crude sound with no trace of warmth or humor. “Kiss it first,” he ordered.

  Driven by lust, she opened her mouth. Rhom moved his knees up, straddling her head, and shoved his cock in. She closed her lips around it, sucking hard as he drove in and out.

  She shivered at the taste of him. Musky, virile, a shade more pungent than his brother. He fucked her mouth arrogantly, as though he owned her. No guilt, no hint of regret afterwards like his brother. His body tensed and she prepared herself to take in his cum. Instead, he pulled away.

  “You Earthers are nothing more than savages. I’ll give it to you the way your kind has shown they like best.”

  Rhom got to his feet and picked her up as easily as if she were a child, bending her face-down over the side of the bed. He shoved her legs apart with his knees and positioned himself between them. Grabbed her hips with both hands, pinning her in place. The head of his cock lit a fire on her skin as it traced a path down the cleft between the cheeks of her bottom.

  Cass panicked as she realized what he was about to do. His body was so much larger than that of Earther men. Everywhere. Taller, heavier, packed with muscle. Though she was no expert on the size of male organs, she’d seen enough of them to know he and Rhynn were impressively well-endowed. She’d learned to take their massive girth in her mouth without gagging or choking. Discovering how shamefully aroused she became by the intimate contact with them made it easier.

  But this was different. The thought of having Rhom thrusting his thick manhood into her virgin bottom hole terrified her. The fever he’d ignited in her blood wasn’t strong enough to overcome her fear.

  “Please, please believe me.” Her voice broke. She’d never begged. Not once. But she’d never been so afraid, not even when they found her cowering in the swamp. “I’m not one of them. Those pirates attacked my ship, took us all prisoner. I’ve told you over and over, I had to enter the landing coordinates. They threatened to kill my crew one by one if I didn’t do as they said. I was their victim, just like your mate Zara.”

  She froze. She hadn’t meant to say the name. Didn’t want them to know how much she understood of their language.

  Rhom’s body went rigid. His fingers became claws, digging into her skin. The pheromones of lust that enveloped him like a cloud disappeared.

  “Never. Speak. Her. Name. Again.”

  He picked her up, dropped her on the bed. Turned and walked away. She saw his silhouette framed in the moonlight pouring into the corridor, then heard the click of the door lock as darkness filled the roo
m again.

  Cass pulled the blanket around her shoulders. Curled into a ball and lay there, trembling. The cold rage he exhibited, closing the door silently instead of slamming it shut the way Rhynn did, made her dread the coming day.

  Rhom

  It had taken every ounce of self-control he possessed not to bring his hands up to her neck and squeeze. The way her comrades did to his beloved Zara while they ravaged her, before finally slitting her throat. He strode down the corridor to the sleeping chamber. Forced himself to calm down. He didn’t want to wake Rhynn. No need for both of them to be upset.

  He took a deep breath, then placed his palm on the scanner. The door slid open.

  “What if it’s true?”

  Rhynn spoke without turning around. He stood by their bed with his back to the door, staring out the window at the distant mountains of the planet they’d landed on yesterday. One of dozens they’d visited so far in their search for the pirates. Dusky purple shadows loomed high in the sky on the horizon, distant mountains barely discernible in the faint light heralding the break of dawn. He had a sinking feeling his brother had been awake the whole time, had seen and heard everything through their shared consciousness.

  “They lie, Rhynn. All the Earthers are liars. You can’t trust her, can’t listen to her.” A note of desperation crept into his voice. He should have sensed his brother’s essence was with him. His own tangled, twisted emotions had blocked their connection on his side. That never happened before. Another outrage to lie at her door.

  Rhynn’s eyes were bleak as he turned from the window. “What if it is true? Then we’re no better than they were.”

  His twin’s words cut him to the quick. “She had no right,” Rhom protested. “No right to even speak the name. Zara is dead because of what she did.”

  Rhom strode to the window, took his brother by the shoulders.