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  BETRAYED

  Rena Marks

  Betrayed

  Rena Marks

  Book 6 in the Blue Barbarian series.

  The discovery of a new species on our planet has been difficult for everyone involved. Especially when my tribe is desperate for males—and I have the attention of two.

  I thought I’d be the one to bring new foods, teaching, and customs to our people. I never thought I’d instead be scorned for my selfishness, especially when it was I who committed the most self-less act—giving up my crown.

  I never thought my own would turn on me—nor did I think they’d sell me to another planet, much like the human females who were stranded on ours.

  Atan—Uh-tahn

  Diont—DEE-yont. (rhymes with don’t)

  Eretar—Airy-tar

  * Publisher’s Note: While each Blue Barbarian Series book is a standalone, the greatest enjoyment will come from reading them in series order.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Xeno Sapiens

  Xeno Sapiens Chapter One

  Alien Stolen

  Abducted

  Space Babies

  Artificial Intelligence

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  Also by Rena Marks

  Prologue

  Eretar:

  I wave goodbye to the lovely surface people—a mixture of Blaedonian and the new species, human—and walk away with two strong, beautiful men surrounding me. It’s odd not to refer to them as striped. Sometimes I feel like I stare, but all that bare, beautiful blue skin? Luscious. I wonder how they feel about the differences in my skin.

  It’s odd to think we’re all Blaedonian, but time has changed our customs, looks, and beliefs. The surface people are more progressive, that is for sure. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine a place with more males than females.

  My tribe has evolved to become cutthroat when it comes to breeding because males are a rarity. They are to be taken somewhat, I am ashamed to admit, like objects. Their seed is community property, and it is their duty to provide offspring for the growth of the tribe.

  But Atan and Diont have shown me another way of life. They don’t act like objects; they act as if they crave me. Not because I am royalty but because I am…Eretar.

  It’s a pleasure and a chore to find out these two are escorting me. A pleasure because they both quicken my heartbeat and deepen my breathing. A chore because of the same.

  We’re from two completely different tribes. I live underground—at one with the water—they live here, above ground, where monstrosities exist during the dark of night. So whatever happens on this trip, it ends upon our arrival at the forest of darkness, where they’ll take me home. I’m an integral part of my tribe, and my people need me. I can never leave and I sincerely doubt these two would leave their surface homes. If they should want to, they could never adapt to mine. To go from freedom to slavery? By choice?

  Our tribes had discovered each other by accident. We were distant relatives from a single tribe who had broken apart eternities ago. We’d been separated for so long there were extreme differences to our looks. Of course, evolution would change us even more now that a species of females called human have been stranded and are successfully breeding with our newfound cousins. These humans were stolen from worlds like ours and stranded upon our own, the Keepers of the Glow Rocks.

  Surprisingly, even the surface people have glow rocks. They do not realize our tribe is that of the original keepers, and their glow rocks are far fewer than ours. They are not as powerful, whereas many of ours are still in their natural habitat. Growing within the cavern walls.

  “So let me understand this,” I say.

  Diont turns his head slightly toward me. He is seriously handsome with his full lips and tiny dimple in his square chin. His eyes are blue instead of black, and he wears his hair short as if he can’t be bothered with it. Despite not having a length of hair to play with, he is an expert at braiding. He is a ladies’ man, and I wonder if that is why he is so good at it.

  “You surface dwellers hunt separately? Like you would go left, and Atan would go right, and I would go straight?”

  “Normally, yes,” he says in his deep voice. “But because we are both interested in you, I doubt that either of us would agree to leave your side.”

  Hearing that drops my jaw, leaving me ungracefully gaping open-mouthed, and my eyes cut quickly to Atan to witness his reaction. He flips his own long hair over his shoulder, and deep, mysterious black eyes cut through me. “Agreed,” he says. “Diont and I know the score.”

  Know the—? Is this a human phrase?

  Well. All right then.

  There’s silence for a while and then Atan moves to the underbrush, spearing a fat creature with several legs scurrying by. He lifts his spear triumphantly and says, “Kentucky Fried Chicken.”

  Diont grins, but the phrase means nothing to me. Apparently another human phrase. It is a ridiculous name for a fat little animal, but it screams of the differences between our tribes again. Our meals consist of creatures that swim the waters. Occasionally, we venture above ground for vegetables and roots, but only during the daylight hours.

  We roast the leggy creature over an open flame, and it is a delicious lunch with two delicious men. They enjoy taking turns feeding me, flirting with me, and we laugh and talk. I love this, no jealousy between us. This could never happen in my tribe. Of course, in my tribe women are scratching each other’s eyes out for any available males to command to their service. Hell, we had the embarrassment of the slut Shen’robi trying to fight the human Valencia for the services of Atareek when they were our guests.

  When we finish the meal, we head to a stream to wash our hands. But I do more than that. This is my one chance at freedom from the responsibility that has cursed me from when I was a girl. This is my chance to enjoy the pretense of being a surface dweller.

  Very slowly, I pull off my knives. There is silence as I do so. I remove my moccasins next and then my halter top, and my breasts bounce free.

  Diont licks his lips. I’d noticed him staring there earlier as if he could test the weight and shape of my breasts through my garment. I think he finds the piercings of my nipples fascinating. In my tribe, females without offspring wear the decorative bones in their nipples.

  Atan is utterly still as I shimmy from my short skirt with a slit cut high on the side for ease of movement. My tail flounces as I head toward the water, and his eyes are glued to the globes of my ass.

  “Are you coming?” I ask, because we have been flirting for my entire visit with their village and now, I finally have both of them alone.

  They’re frozen silent.

  In the next moment, the two men glance at each other and race to strip their clothes.

  I head deep into the lake, my tail propelling me quickly out to the center. Finally, I stop and look back. Both Diont and Atan stand, eyes narrowed, as they watch me swim.

  Of course, no tails. They are not as agile as I am in the water. And if truth be told, I have to admit I find an exposed backside very sexy. Both men have strong, muscular rear ends with strong thighs an
d calves. The muscles of my branch of peoples are much more sleek, suited for swimming. No, the surface people are bulkier with muscles, especially Atan. He is built thick, like a mountain.

  I swim back to them. They are probably too proud to admit they can’t swim. Why else would the goddess have taken the tails of the surface dwellers?

  Both are standing in the water, and it reaches to just below their hips. Sexy little ridges of muscle adorn their abs. The edge of the water licking at their groin teases me, ebbing and flowing so tantalizingly. I’m tempted to stare, wondering should I watch long enough if it’ll expose their throbbing cocks. Slowly I realize that the longer I stare, the more they notice the absorption of my attention. Definitely, they are aware. Both men have tiny little smiles strewn across their faces.

  I tear my eyes away long enough to smile back, making sure I wade through the water deep enough that my breasts are covered. Both of the males sink low and wade to meet me. They surround me, Diont in front of me and Atan behind. Atan leans me backward onto his chest, while Diont reaches down for my legs, lifting them to wrap around his hips. The two of them casually come together, smiling at me—as if one doesn’t have his cock prodding my ass, and the other doesn’t have my cunt spread wide across his body. Nope, we’re just three young Blaedonians, friends to the end—and in our sexual prime, never more aware of our differences and just how we might fit together. There’s a tension in the air that’s giddy—exciting—and I can’t wait for what comes next.

  I relax my head back in the crook of Atan’s neck. I feel his hands reaching from behind me, sliding up to cover my breasts. He does no more than that, simply cups them in the palms of his hands. Diont has his large hands splayed on my hips, holding my body around his. I wonder if he looks into the water as hard as I did, hoping for a glimpse of what lies beneath when the surface shifts.

  Atan murmurs near my temple. His breath is warm, sweet bliss. “You look like a goddess in the sun.”

  “I feel like a goddess,” I agree. “We don’t get this sunshine at home but only on rare occasions when we head to the surface. Mostly we swim in the underground caverns. I love that you have access to the sun whenever you wish. Never take it for granted.”

  A finger brushes across my forehead, tracing the symbols carved there. His finger trails to the tip of my ear. “What is this?” Atan asks.

  “My etchings? They are done to infants—those who are marked to rule.”

  Diont’s thumbs, which had been stroking my pelvis, stop abruptly. “Rule? You are royalty?”

  “Yes. Newborns in my line are etched during the first few days of birth. It will last throughout our lives.”

  “Drakar is painted with his royalty markings each day,” Diont murmurs. “I did not know you were ruler of your people.”

  “I am not. I loved the cultivating of herbs too much—I am a healer. I couldn’t focus on both, especially with the recent turmoil our tribe was going through. I handed the reins to my brother, Hekran. We are lucky there was one other in my line.”

  “We are lucky also,” Atan murmurs, his lips near my temple. “It means we had a chance to meet an incredible female such as you.” His hands, which cover my breasts, warm slightly. The sudden heat makes me arch my back, which in turn makes Diont tighten his hands on my hips. That is one gimmick in their favor. Surface dwellers can adjust their body temperature.

  I wonder if they can adjust it when they are held deeply within my body, clenched tightly within my cunt.

  “Will you take both of us, Eretar?” Diont asks as if he reads my mind.

  “I find you both fascinating,” I admit. “Both of you arouse me beyond belief. Do you mind that I can’t choose just one?”

  Diont smiles. “Nah, your highness. We are both pleased to be your royal—cocks.”

  I laugh, but it stops abruptly when Diont’s hands slide underneath my butt and raise my hips above the water level. Atan helps with lifting me also, and then Diont seals his mouth to my sex.

  Great Goddess Hixelle. His mouth is heated, and his tongue is royalty indeed. My servant pleases me within seconds, and I am panting and moaning as I squirm from his onslaught. Atan fingers my nipples, pulling and elongating them, and the delicious little shocks shoot straight down to my nub, which is being sucked into Diont’s mouth.

  “Is she sweet?” Atan growls, and there is a tone of jealousy in his voice. “I’ll bet she’s sweet. I can’t wait to taste her for myself. And then, sweet Eretar, I will plunge my cock into your deep, wet cunt. It will be soaked with the juice of your pleasure wrought by Diont’s mouth, and it will cover my cock as I hit depths never reached before.”

  Diont’s mouth is frantic, sucking harder as Atan’s words work his excitement levels higher and higher. Despite the fire in my loins, I’m vaguely aware of Diont thrusting his hips beneath the water. I reach behind me and find Atan’s cock, rock hard and jutting. I stroke it, and the fistful seems to be a never ending length. I tighten my hand around it, and he groans into my ear. “That’s it, my blue goddess.” His hips thrust, showing me the pleasure my hand brings him.

  But then, it becomes too much and Diont’s mouth brings me to an explosive release that rolls through my body. Atan’s hands know instinctively what to do as he tightens his fingers, pinching my nipples to the point of pleasure-pain. It hurls me over the edge, and my shout of orgasm rings over the gurgle of the lapping waves of water.

  Diont pulls his magical mouth away from my quivering sex, and the water seems cooler as it laps my fevered flesh. He allows my body to sink into the water, and Atan hauls me against him, the strong erection pressing into me. I turn so that it is pressing into my abdomen and Diont brushes up against my back, his cock also rubbing against my backside. My tail, slut that she is, wraps around him, and he gasps. I smile slightly because I know why. The underside of my tail is silky soft and smooth like a newborn’s bottom. I work my tail sensually, winding it up and down his cock as I squeeze and release in rhythmic clenches.

  Facing me the way he is, Atan locks his mouth to mine, thrusting his tongue between my lips. I moan and the sound is long and sensuous. But far off in the distance, we hear a shout.

  “Ho!”

  “You have got to be kidding me.” Diont groans, his mouth lifting from my shoulder. “Of all places to run into the rest of them. Is this planet really so small?”

  We grudgingly pull apart, grumbling under our breaths. Then, we look at each other and laugh. I shouldn’t find our interrupted pleasure-time funny, but then again, I was the only one who had a release, so I am in a much more agreeable mood.

  We emerge from the water and dress on shore just as the other males from their hunting team approach.

  “I thought you were going to surprise your mates with an outing?” Atan asks, eyeing the all-male group.

  “We are,” Atareek says, nodding at me. “We have Jeroc bringing them to the waterfalls where we shall meet. You are welcome to come with us to surprise them.”

  Chapter One

  The rest of the tribe is giggly, and Diont and Atan are beyond grumpy. I get the feeling that everyone knows exactly what was interrupted.

  But when an innocent-sounding Valencia mentions that I am positively glowing, the guys crack a smile as my cheeks grow bluer with blush. And males being males, sprawl out on the dirt looking cocky.

  And why shouldn’t they? Goddess knows, they have much to be cocky over. I’m lucky they are both unattached, and it seems as though the only reason why is because their tribe has the opposite problem of mine, not enough females, whereas mine has not enough males.

  Diont winks at me. He’s leaner than Atan, his skin darker. But his eyes, ooh, goddess. They are mesmerizing, much lighter than the lightest of blue glow rocks. It is striking against the dark foil of his skin. He has an adorable cleft in his chin that I find uncontrollably hard not to kiss.

  Atan is more somber and much larger. His biceps are huge, his thighs thick. His hair is long and black, wrapped loosely in
a leather binder. His skin is a much lighter blue than I’ve ever seen. And like his somber mood, his eyes are dark and mysterious, the depths of the inky black swirls matching his hair. Atan is not the type to wink at me. No, the intensity of his stare makes me catch my breath in a different way.

  The human women beguile us with stories of their home planet. We find out how Tessa was programmed by her abductors to be a sex slave on the trip to our planet. We find that Lucie never told anyone about her assault by the gray aliens during her abduction. We find that Miranda felt guilty over killing her ex-lover with a bag of rocks which she dropped from overhead and thus, thought the others wouldn’t accept her if they knew.

  The humans say there were a lot of secrets that caused a lot of issues with them that could have been avoided. So they like to share their tales.

  Valencia steers the conversation to me. “Tell us about the woman whose ass you kicked when Atareek and I stayed for a visit.”

  “Ahh, yes. Her name is Shen’robi. She grew jealous of a new…toy. Our tribe has twice as many females as males and always has. I’m ashamed to admit that males have become our property. Because of that, she thought she could take Atareek away like a possession.”

  The group is quiet.

  “But your brother is the leader,” Valencia says.

  “Yes. Only because I handed him the position. I chose not to reign because I loved studying healing and medicines. Being the herb collector meant I was one of the rare few who could head up to the surface with the males who hunt. In a ruler’s family, the siblings are marked with royalty.” I indicate the markings on my face and at the tips of my ears, which are more elongated than those of the surface people. “Should one die, the other can take over. At that point, upon his death, the position would revert to my children should I have any. If I do not, the position reverts to my brother’s offspring, females first. The reason for that is because a male doesn’t raise his children. It is his duty to provide sperm to father a female’s children.”