The Alien King’s Pet (Royal Aliens #2) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Royal Aliens Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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One after the other, more of Dominax’s kind landed, and soon she was outnumbered by a factor of two times twelve by ultra-muscular, winged alien angels.

All of them were impressive specimens. According to Dominax, the entire planet was covered in creatures like these. And here she was, a human among what felt to her like gods.

“This is my new pet,” Dominax said, nudging Katie forward beneath the dark gaze of the flying valkyrie.

“Uhm. Hi,” Katie said nervously.

She didn’t know why she was so stunned by the female version of Dominax. Internalized sexism or something? There was probably a book on the reason in the reading list she had been ignoring all semester.

This place was inhabited by alien angels, but looked like hell. An ironic juxtaposition, is what she would have written if she were describing this strange planet for a college essay. But she wasn’t writing anything. She was just staring, dumbfounded, and more than a little overwhelmed as even more of the Homelanders swooped out of the sky to greet their king.

Some were male, others female. All were stunning. Katie was very small and slight by comparison, much shorter than they were and much less… well, everything. She suddenly understood why Dominax referred to her as his pet. She could never be an equal to these incredible creatures of beauty and power.

“I will be attending to matters of state very soon,” Dominax declared. “First, I must attend to my new pet. She is freshly caught, and in need of care.”

With that, he wrapped an arm around her waist, beat his wings, and lifted her into the air. It was not like it was the first time he lifted her up. There was no golden, soothing light welcoming her to what felt like home. There was just the power of the alien who was wrapped all around her, his muscular frame and broad wingspan the only thing keeping her from falling to her death.

She clung to him, screaming. She had never liked heights. She had never cared for planes. Even going up to the top of her apartment building was too much for her, and now, suddenly, she was far too far above the ground and relying on the kindness of this alien king to protect her from the fall.

“Shh, settle,” he soothed. “You’re safe. It’s alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

He was capable of real tenderness and kindness, but he was also her abductor and captor, and soft touches couldn’t change that.

“I’m not safe. I hate this place. I hate heights. I hate you. Take me home!” She screamed the words to the wind as it rushed by her, leaving her with no choice but to cling to Dominax and squeeze her eyes super tight until she felt something beneath her feet again.

He carried her above the remarkable palace, to a spire set at the very top of it all, and placed her down on an extension of rock which jutted out from the palace proper and gave her an almost three hundred and sixty degree view of the hell planet.

His pet was trembling as he let her down onto solid ground. He expected her to pull away, but instead she clung to him, as if he were the only solid thing in existence.

The sounds she was making were utterly pitiful, soft whimpers and little cries. He could feel the wetness of her tears against his chest and neck.

“My poor little pet,” he crooned. “Let me take care of you. There is no reason to fear anymore.”

She replied with nothing more than a helpless little whimper, retreating into the pre-verbal state of an animal.

Dominax kissed her lips, her ears, her neck. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He did everything but that which she asked. He would never set her free. Once he collared his pet, only death could part them. Her whimpers did not please him. He did not want to panic or sadden his pet. He had chosen her because when she walked through the dark city, he had found her with a certain bearing which told him she was not easily frightened.

Yet, already he had terrified her. That was unfortunate. But perhaps, useful. Her boldness made her headstrong, and also unruly. A little fear would not be bad for his pet.

She melted against him, her tender human body so desperate for comfort and distraction. He felt himself throb, the thick rod of his royal cock standing at attention.

Claiming her properly would help her to settle. Taking what remained of her virginal veil, that would give her a sense of place. So he carried her inside, to the private chambers where only the king and his pet were permitted to enter. These rooms contained riches and curiosities from many planets, places, and times. But not one of them was more valuable than the human in his arms, the naked, writhing wench who would soon be his in every way possible.


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