Page 1 of Owned By the Alien Rogue

CHAPTER ONE

Frankie

THE BASS BEAT of alien music thumped through my chest as I looked out over the nightclub from a private balcony. Colored lights flickered on and off in the darkness of the spacious room, lighting first one set of dancers, then another.

Unlike on Earth, there wasn’t a bar. The small circular tables lining the room contained automated drink and drug dispensers. You tapped in your order, paid, and your pick of poison rose out of the center of the table. Kinda impersonal, but you didn’t have to wait in line, and it kept douchebags from slipping something into your drink.

The crowd below was a mix of species, most thrashing to the beat. Grug dotted the dance floor. The gray aliens were built like pyramids topped with hairless heads and one set of arms. They didn’t dance, just stood there like mini-mountains, making everyone eddy around them. Those dudes were the ultimate buzz kill.

The other aliens moved past them, unconcerned. But then, none of these fuckers had been thrown in a cage by a Grug. I hadn’t been quite so fucking lucky.

Dark-green Tula stomped their heavily muscled legs and waved their thick tails. I snorted. It made themreallylook like six-foot T-Rexes from up here.

The tall and thin Sjisji outdid them for flash, snapping their light-yellow wings wide anytime they got the room and cutting them through the air in mesmerizing patterns. The bird aliens were good dancers, I’d give them that.

Then there was the occasional Zaarn. The tall blue males towered over most of the others, even without the added height of their upper horns. A second set of horns curved down around the side of their heads. Zaarn looked like blue demons, complete with a triangle-tipped tail.

That is, if you wanted your demons carved from pure muscle and good-looking enough to tempt you to sin.

And I very much wanted that—or at least one of them.

“My Duchess,” Zol said behind me, his deep voice making my stomach flutter.

Unlike the Sjisji on the dance floor, who were naked but for their feathers, I was disguised as bird-alien royalty. Three layers of gauzy fabric covered me in layers of white and gold, the bottom one from head to toe. It acted kinda like a one-way mirror—I could see out without anyone able to see me. I even wore a pair of light-weight fake wings to complete the look.

A perfect disguise, made crappy by one thing—I couldn’t kiss Zol, my fated mate. But that was for the best, since doing so would blow our cover.

He stepped up beside me, dressed as a Zaarn bodyguard, and I made use of my disguise to ogle the hell out of the view. Dark-purple leather short-shorts barely contained his impressive bulge, and the purple leather straps crisscrossing his torso made him look hot without hiding his muscles or the fascinating way his skin shaded from teal in the middle of his torso to blue at his shoulders that deepened to purple by the time it got to his hands. Shit-kicker black boots and a hip holster holding two guns finished off the look.

His tail, long and supple and just as wicked as its owner, curled up his back, held close to his body.

Zol looked over at me, a grin splitting his handsome blue face. He knew I was looking, and he licked at his fangs, a promise for later.

Then the triangular tip of his tail pressed against my butt, starting to vibrate. I sucked in an excited breath as my clit throbbed, more than happy with the thought of what that tail could do.

“We’re on a job,” I hissed.

“The robes are just so kinky,” he murmured.

I laughed. The bird aliens found it kinky to go clothed, but him? “I didn’t realize you liked Sjisji robes that much.”

“It’s not the robes. It’s knowing what you have on under them.”

That tail pressed against my butt, vibrating harder, sending tingles through me. I wanted to spread my legs, to let him tail fuck me right here where a crowd of people could see us.

I groaned and swatted his tail away. “You’re too distracting. We have a job to do.”

His expression became serious, and his fingers curled around the grips of his guns. “I know. It’s the thought of you in danger. I can’t help it—it only makes me want you more.”

He meant it, too.

Even if humans weren’t exactly the same as Zaarn, I felt the mating bond as a presence in my chest, connecting me to him. We were fated mates, bound together forever.

But in a rough universe, forever didn’t always mean long.

Anticipation spiked through me as a few of the Grug finally started to move. A door opened on the back wall of the club wide enough for the large aliens to glide through. I still didn’t know if they had feet or something else going on in the undercarriage, but I kinda didn’t want to know either.

Various Zaarn in the room shifted to face that door, but they were subtle about it, and you’d need my bird’s-eye view to really see the pattern. Unlike Zol, they were dressed more normally in heavy work pants and long-sleeve shirts in plain dark colors. Like Zol, they all carried blasters. They were his shipmates from theDaredeviland our backup in case things went sideways.

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