Amatista

Chapter One

He was chained. Naked. And bleeding.

His head was bowed over his chest, rich sable hair falling over massive shoulders. Rusted iron manacles circled his wrists and ankles, legs spread and arms raised high, muscles stretched by the heavy chains hooked into the wall. His chest rose evenly with each breath.

He’d been drugged.

Liana thought of leaving, of coming back later to say what she needed to. Instead she moved forward, curiosity winning over modesty.

It was no wonder the Fohers were as feared as they were. Even in capture, this Foher looked magnificent. His body was packed with muscle. His skin was not as dark as other Fohers’, but a muted old gold color she could make out clearly even in the shadows of the cell.

He was tall, about six feet five inches of muscle. But more than being struck by his size, Liana was awed by the perfect definition of his body. His god had certainly taken his time with him. His legs were long, rock-solid, thick and steady as tree trunks. Everything about him looked…sturdy.

He no doubt made a formidable opponent in battle.

Fohers preferred their strength over other weapons. Though some used primitive lances and knives, the humans had invaded their planet with guns, lasers, grenades. Eventually they would succeed in ridding Oriana of all Fohers, and it was painful to realize this magnificent race might one day vanish.

Her heart swelled for him, imprisonment being no stranger to her.

Deep lilac eyes scanned a path of fresh wounds over his body. When she encountered his privates, she felt herself color even as she continued to examine him shamelessly. His penis hung as limply as his head, his balls gathered closely below. Everything was so big and prominent she had to swallow.

She put one foot forward, gasping in shock when that dark head lifted. Steely gray eyes clashed with hers with such force she almost staggered.

He went as still as she, a thick red gag wrapped tightly around his mouth, the tips of his teeth biting into the fabric. The gag stretched into the sides of his lips must have been painful, but it wasn’t enough to mute the low, menacing growl that made his chest vibrate.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she whispered, noting the shallow but still-bleeding gashes across his chest and trying not to cringe.

His gray, thick-lashed eyes shimmered as he stared down at her. He had the eyes of a wolf—silver, wary, intelligent.

Liana could see anger there, frustration, piercing her soul like lances. She could only imagine what he must feel being imprisoned here. The cell reeked of sweat and blood, the stench of death hanging over air so dense it clogged her throat.

For a moment she wished there was no war here, and that this magnificent savage would be allowed to roam freely in this world—which was by nature his. But that wasn’t to be, for the humans were here. Determined to conquer. And Liana would not be returned to Earth until they did.

“Have those wounds been cleaned yet?” she quietly asked, though she didn’t expect an answer. Taking a few steps forward, she pressed a finger to the edge of a cut, testing the skin around it.

He bucked, chains clanking.

Liana jolted in shock, stepping back to watch his chest rise and fall heavily. His eyes widened at first, then clouded with storms.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said in a shaky breath, scanning his face and then his body, confused by his reaction.

She spotted the motive easily. That organ, which had been flaccid before, stood erect and swollen now. Corded veins pulsed along the distended length leading up to a broad, ruddy head which was so swollen it almost looked purple.

She heard him groan a protest but could do nothing to stop herself from staring. As long as she lived, she would never forget the sight of that cock.

She’d seen naked Fohers before. But none had ever responded to her with such…vigor.

“Oh wow.” Her heart drummed so fast in her chest she thought it would burst out of her breast. She may still be a virgin, but an idiot she was not.

She knew. Without a doubt in her mind. He was fully, unquestionably ready to fuck.

Flutters danced inside her stomach. When her eyes rose to his, she caught him watching her under spiked, dark lashes, his chest heaving even faster than before.

“I won’t hurt you,” she said softly. His captivity brazened her, prodding her to reach out.

It had been years since she’d let herself want anything. Now it seemed as if every fiber inside her screamed with wanting to touch this big, powerful Foher. And his big, powerful cock.

She tentatively touched one finger to the engorged, plum-shaped head. A sound choked in his throat and his stomach quivered. She snatched her hand back, staring up at him in confusion.

She’d never seen eyes so powerful. For that moment it was as if nothing mattered but his eyes. She could almost feel them stripping her clothes off as they slowly ran along her body, down her throat, her breasts, lingering for a moment on her hips. His energy sizzled around her, proving an irresistible pull.

“I…I will touch only once more,” she whispered, her cheeks flaring up in embarrassment over her own eagerness.

Her fingers curled around him. He made a sound, a part growl, part purr that resembled a lion’s subtle warning. His whole body vibrated with it, triggering a bolt down her spine as her hand fisted convulsively around him.

It felt…powerful. To hold it. Stroke it.

Her hand stroked slowly. Up and down. The shaft was smooth and warm and as hard as the rest of him. Beads of cream gathered at the tip like dew over a quivering leaf.

Liana’s nipples beaded under her shirt, the little tips as hard as diamonds and more sensitive than ever as they brushed painfully against the loose fabric.

Her knees trembled. All of her limbs did. She could feel how wet she’d become, and the burn in her sex seemed almost unbearable.

She dropped to her knees, completely losing the ability to stand. Her eyes remained glued to him, drawn by the rich, scented liquid with such luster. Liana brushed her thumb over the tiny dampened slit and brought forth more. He bucked violently, releasing another pained, muffled moan.

Her eyelashes lifted and when she met his tortured gaze, she shuddered with primal female awareness. The dark silver in his eyes made her keenly aware of every one of her womanly parts. Every single one trembling for him.

“You are very beautiful, Foher,” she said almost reverently.

She’d never said this to a man, Foher or human, but it was the only word that came to mind as she held him in her hand. “Your…cock is beautiful.” She stroked it down again. The heated, rigid flesh

glided smoothly in her palm. It was incredibly warm, incredibly full.

He’d shut his eyes. Thick tendons on his neck strained against his flesh and his outstretched arms quivered with tension. His hands flexed above the manacles, fingers curling into his palms so hard they began to shake.

To her delight, his lean, narrow hips began to move.

“Ah, yes. You want this, don’t you?” she cooed, clutching him a little tighter now. “And what a fine thing you are.”

He turned wild all of a sudden, ramming his hips toward her with such force that his thickened cock slipped out of her hand, stabbing her cheek.