Galactic Burn: A Scifi Alien Romance: Alien Hunger, #1

By Mel Teshco

Humans have been almost wiped out. All the males are gone and only a few hundred females worldwide survived the devastation. The same deadly virus annihilated the female population of a mighty alien nation, and their three kings—Dar, Ezra and Maddox—are looking for one special female, Lillian, to capture and seduce.

Though Lillian survived, she has no memory and struggles with the fact that three alien men have become her lovers. One by one, they take her, make her burn for release and satisfy her every sexual need. She craves their touches, their kisses, their comforting embraces while forming strong emotional bonds with each. Lillian is falling for her sexy aliens and agrees to become their life mate in a special ceremony—her three males will make love to Lillian as all the surviving alien males watch.

But, as the ceremony nears, Lillian begins to remember. The aliens lied and covered up the horrible truth. Their happy, new life together might not be possible after all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mel Teshco
• Release date: Feb 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393021919

Mel Teshco

As a rather quiet, introverted child, Mel Teshco would never have believed it possible she'd one day be making a living writing hot, erotic stories and meeting so many other wonderful writers. She can most often be found at her computer, giving into her children and/or cats demands and occasionally/often drinking home brew, which brings out her sociable (i.e. loud) side. Her long-suffering husband is still waiting for retirement. She loves hearing from readers and will answer all emails at [e-mail].

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Chapter Two

She screamed, but it was all in her mind. Her convulsing throat blocked all sound, all breath. Then strong arms jerked her backward, and immediately she was free to breathe, to move.

I probably should have warned you about that, Dar muttered as he turned her in his arms, his stare assessing and his jaw tight. If you did somehow pass the blue shield, the next shield would have stopped you leaving.

While he waited for her to regain her breath, her dignity, he explained, The yellow shield emits a gas that quickly puts an escapee into a deep, long sleep. Touching the red shield pushes sharp little cells of toxin through the skin and into the blood stream, causing symptoms similar to what you human’s refer to as intoxication.

She barely registered his words. She was a prisoner! Rage bubbled to life within. But lust also quietly brewed, fighting for supremacy, for dominance.

Madness! She didn’t know this man—this alien! And she didn’t want to! She wanted to go home. Wanted to return to whatever normal life she’d had before she’d woken with no memory.

The alien must have done something to her, surely, for such carnal need to pulse through her body? She might have lost her memories but she hadn’t lost her mind. She rarely fucked human men, she wasn’t about to fuck an alien stranger.

She rubbed her arms. How did she even know that? It was as if little, insubstantial pieces of her subconscious leaked into her mind, revealing the type of woman she’d been. A pity they weren’t anchored by at least one solid memory.

The alien drew her effortlessly to her feet, his hands all too strong. The shields allow only me and my two brothers’ access. And though the shields might look fragile, they contain their own life force. They are linked to us by the meshing of our cells. He blinked down at her. It’s why the shields respond to our subconscious. Anyone else is considered an intruder, unless we tell them otherwise.

So the shields understood the brothers through some kind of genetic, telepathic bond? It was like something out of a science fiction book, only this was no fantasy, the man before her no gallant hero. So...what now? What are you going to do with me? Somehow her anger was ebbing away while other, far stronger emotions rose within.

"What would you like me to do with you?" he asked, his stare glowing now, and almost hypnotic.

She wouldn’t answer that. And yet images were filling her head one after the other, images she intended to keep locked away in a vault inside her mind. Possibly in the same place her memories even now stayed hidden.

You’re compelling me to want you, is that it? she asked weakly, feeling her resistance ebb away as his head lowered and hers lifted, like opposing magnets coming together.

No need, he murmured huskily. Your soul calls to ours. It is drawn to us just as ours are drawn to you.

She had so many questions. But then their lips were merging and she was standing on tiptoe with her arms moving to lock around his neck. He crossed his arms behind her waist and used his big hands to cup her ass and draw her forward, against his hard cock that was surely too large—

She ripped herself from his clasp, gasping for breath and grasping for sanity. "What are you doing to me?"

He raised a dark brow that suggested lazy amusement. His burning eyes told otherwise. "You humans call it kissing."

I don’t kiss strangers! Apparently.

You’re afraid of me. His hand scraped over his smooth chin in a gesture that was all too human. Why?

"You’re not normal! You’re not human and you’re huge...all over."

It was surely involuntary to look down and view his cock, emphasized by his snug-fitting pants. Heat flooded her face and she jerked her gaze back up to meet his now thoroughly amused and heated stare.

I will make sure you are wet for me, he said huskily.

She squirmed a little; ashamed by how wet she’d been for him from the moment she’d crashed into his hard chest. She shouldn’t want this. She should be scared witless of him, terrified of what he’d do to her...to her body.

Should be...and yet she craved to be with him.

It made no sense whatsoever. But then nothing did since she’d woken up.

Had he spoke the truth? Did their souls call to one another?

His large hand dropped to stroke his bulging cock. You will soon be begging to have me inside of you.

I don’t want you near me. I want to go home! But her demand lacked conviction. Even if her body didn’t crave his, she felt secure with him in this world she had forgotten. Like he was her lifeline and without him she’d slowly go mad.

Stockholm syndrome. Surely she didn’t suffer from that already?

He shook his head slowly. You wouldn’t want to return home right now.

She clenched her hands. Where exactly was home? Drawing in a steadying breath, she said, If that’s true then at least tell me why.

He dropped his hand from his arousal and stepped forward, once more taking hold of her and bringing her against him. His golden eyes still burned, but compassion also darkened their depths as he said, Let’s just say rotting corpses aren’t the nicest welcoming committee.

Her breath hissed back out.

And I’m guessing that you escaped the stench and horror of the towns for the pure air of the mountain wilderness.

Her stomach roiled, but as she gazed up into his eyes, somehow her shock faded away, all emotions dissolving except one.

Lust.

So what if her soul was attracted to his. She didn’t want to think about the grim reality she’d left behind. She wanted to forget all emotional turmoil and lose herself in this man while basking in physical pleasure. Because something told her he knew exactly how to take care of a woman.

You’re safe now, he murmured gently, as though sensing her capitulation.

When his mouth next took hers, it was a possession she wanted without any reservation. His mouth dominated, his lips covering hers so that she was sucking in his oxygen. Only once they’d shared breaths for long, tantalizing minutes, did he move from her mouth to press electrifying kisses down her neck, along her collarbone and to her breasts.

Her head fell back and a moan escaped as he drew the tip of first one breast, and then the other, into his mouth, sucking at her rock-hard nipples through the layers of her clothes until she was left panting and dizzy with desire, and ready to rip off her clothes...then his.

Please, she whispered.

His head lifted, his eyes glowing. "Please, what?" he asked hoarsely.

Take me. Let this ecstasy be one memory I’ll never forget. Make me climax.

With pleasure. He smiled wicked intent as he took a step back. Undress for me.

There wasn’t anything particularly graceful about her movements as she wrenched off her jumper and then her shirt, unclipped her bra, toed off her shabby sneakers and thrust down her jeans. She stood proudly before him in her socks and panties as his hot stare roamed over her near-naked form, making her forget about the cold.

Remove your panties, he drawled thickly.

I...I want you to do it. She wanted his blunt-ended fingers on her skin, wanted his touch to send darts of sensation to her core.

His stare glinted as he wordlessly moved onto his knees, his long fingers curling into the band of her yellow panties to slither them down over her thighs, past her knees and to her ankles, where she lifted first one socked foot and then the other. Her belly pulled taut as his breath fanned her thighs, his dark head level to her pussy with its brown-gold strip of fuzz.

Spread your legs, he commanded huskily.

A flood of wanton heat mingled with self-consciousness. Had anyone ever kissed her down there? Instinct told her no.

Then Dar tongued the flesh along her slit, and all coherent thought fled. She crumpled against him, her hands splaying over the corded strength of his shoulders, her fingernails gouging into his sweat-slickened skin.

He parted the damp folds of her pussy. When his mouth latched onto her clit and sucked hard, she fell apart with a strangled cry, detonating like a firecracker without a fuse as she climaxed within seconds of his mouth touching her aching sex.

Dar moaned satisfaction, tasting her juices, lapping at her like he couldn’t get enough and leaving her wondering just what else she’d been denied with her human lovers.

He looked up, his hot stare claiming her dazed attention. You taste so very different to my female species. I’m already an addict.

She swayed a little, her thighs made weak by the delicious aftershocks still ricocheting from her pussy to her toes as she croaked, I taste...better?

He stood, taking hold of her chin and snaring her gaze with his. With slow deliberation he licked the fullness of his bottom lip, then the top. "Much, much better," he murmured huskily.

She blinked, her mind processing his words now that logic had a moment to reassert itself. "Just how many women have you been