Page 27 of Alien Prince (Alien Abductions and Seductions #1)

Chapter 13

Setting the Trap

The first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of lavender and gold as I made my way back to the council chamber. The palace corridors were quiet, save for the distant chirping of morning birds in the lush gardens outside. The air was crisp with the scent of dew and the faint aroma of exotic blossoms that opened only with the sunrise.

As I approached the chamber doors, the intricate carvings seemed to shimmer in the soft morning light, the celestial designs coming alive with the promise of a new day. My heart fluttered with a mix of anxiety and determination. Today, we would devise a plan to expose the conspirators—a dangerous game of strategy and deception.

The heavy doors swung open silently at my touch, revealing the vast room bathed in the gentle glow of sunlight filtering through stained glass windows. The mosaic of colors danced across the polished table at the center, where Kas and Ryler were already seated. Kas's gem-colored eyes met mine, a flicker of warmth softening his otherwise stoic expression. Ryler offered a tight smile, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with a seriousness that matched the gravity of our situation.

“Good morning,” I greeted them, my voice steady despite the nervous energy thrumming through me.

“Maisie,” Kas acknowledged, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. “We've been waiting for you.”

I took my seat, the plush cushion conforming to my form as I settled in. The scent of freshly brewed kava—a local stimulant —wafted from a delicate porcelain cup in front of me. I wrapped my hands around it, the warmth seeping into my cold fingers.

“Did you sleep at all?” Ryler asked, concern etched in the lines of his face.

I shook my head lightly. “Too much on my mind.”

Kas leaned forward, his gaze intense. “We need to act swiftly and intelligently. Any misstep could cost us dearly.”

I nodded, taking a sip of the bitter kava. The sharp taste jolted my senses awake. “Agreed. I've been thinking about how we can draw them out without alerting them that we're onto their plan.”

Ryler tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, the soft thuds filling the silence. “We need to give them an opportunity—something tempting enough that they can't resist acting on it.”

Kas raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “What if we feed them false information? Create a scenario that forces their hand?”

Kas considered this, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “You propose we set a trap.”

“Exactly,” I affirmed. “We can leak intel about a vulnerability—perhaps a key moment when the throne will be unguarded or when you're supposedly away from the palace.”

Ryler smirked. “They'd be hard-pressed to pass up such a chance.”

“But it must be convincing,” Kas cautioned. “If they suspect deceit, they'll simply retreat further into the shadows.”

I glanced at Ryler. “That's where your connections come in. You mentioned you weren't sure who to trust, but perhaps you can use that uncertainty to our advantage.”

He tilted his head, curiosity gleaming in his lilac eyes. “You want me to play the role of a discontented prince?”

“Not entirely,” I clarified. “But perhaps you can appear... conflicted. Let slip that you're frustrated with the current state of affairs.”

Kas's jaw tightened. “I don't like the idea of my brother putting himself at risk.”

Ryler placed a reassuring hand on Kas's arm. “I can handle myself. Besides, they'll be less suspicious of me than of you or Maisie.”

The tension in the room thickened, the weight of unspoken fears hanging heavy in the air. The faint hum of the palace's energy systems provided a distant backdrop, a reminder of the vastness surrounding our intimate council.

Kas exhaled slowly. “Very well. But we proceed with extreme caution.”

I reached into my satchel and pulled out a small device, placing it on the table. Its sleek, metallic surface reflected the swirling colors from the windows above. “This is a secure communicator linked directly to I.R.M.A.'s network. We can use it to coordinate without fear of interception.”

Ryler examined the device, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface. “Impressive. You came prepared.”

I offered a faint smile. “I try.”

Kas's gaze softened as he looked at me. “Your resourcefulness is invaluable, Maisie.”

A blush warmed my cheeks, and I looked away, focusing on the patterns in the floor. “Just doing my part.”

Ryler cleared his throat, drawing our attention back. “So, what's the plan in detail?”

I straightened, the gravity of the moment settling over me. “We'll start by planting the seed. Ryler, you'll need to be seen expressing doubts—nothing overt, just enough to pique their interest.”

He nodded. “I can arrange to have a conversation in a place where I know certain ears are always listening.”

Kas interjected, “Meanwhile, I'll announce a diplomatic mission to a nearby system—a plausible reason for me to be away from the palace.”

“But in reality, you'll remain here,” I added. “We'll tighten security discreetly. Zoirse is coordinating with trusted staff to ensure all loyal personnel are in key positions.”

Ryler leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “It's almost a shame we're using this plan for something so serious. It sounds like the setup for a grand theatrical performance.”

Kas's lips quirked into a half-smile. “Let's hope the finale is a success.”

A moment of shared levity eased some of the tension. The aroma of the kava mingled with the subtle scent of the blooming flora outside, carried in by a gentle breeze that stirred the sheer drapes framing the windows.

I stood and walked over to the window, gazing out at the sprawling gardens bathed in morning light. The vibrant colors of alien blossoms contrasted sharply with the dark undertones of our mission. The cool glass under my fingertips as I placed my hand onto the window anchored me while a wave of uncertainty washed over me.

“Are we doing the right thing?” I whispered, more to myself than to them.

Footsteps approached softly, and soon Kas was beside me. “Doubts?”

I sighed, my breath fogging the glass briefly. “I'm just worried about the collateral damage. Innocent people could get hurt if this goes wrong.”

He placed a hand on my shoulder, the warmth of his touch soothing. “Your compassion is one of your greatest strengths, Maisie. But sometimes, we must take risks to protect the greater good.”

I turned to face him, our eyes meeting. The sincerity in his gaze steadied me. “I know. I just needed to hear it.”

Ryler joined us, his reflection appearing in the glass. “We'll minimize the risks as much as possible.”

I managed a small smile.

Kas nodded firmly. “Then it's settled. We proceed with the plan.”

The three of us stood there for a moment, the sun casting a golden halo around us. The distant sounds of the palace waking up drifted through the air—the murmur of voices, the soft clatter of breakfast being prepared, the melodic chimes signaling the start of a new day.

“Time to play our parts,” Ryler declared, breaking the silence.

“Be careful,” I cautioned. “They'll be watching you closely.”

He winked. “They won't suspect a thing. After all, who would believe the charming Prince Ryler could be disloyal?”

Kas rolled his eyes affectionately. “Just don't overdo it.”

We parted ways, each embarking on our assigned tasks. As I made my way to the communications center, the corridors buzzed with activity. Courtiers and staff moved with purpose, their conversations a backdrop of whispers and footsteps. The scent of freshly baked bread and sweet fruits filled the air, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since the previous day.

Entering the secured communications room, I was greeted by the soft hum of machinery and the cool glow of holographic interfaces. Screens displayed streams of data, encrypted messages, and surveillance feeds. I sat at a console, the chair conforming to my body as sensors activated the system.

“Access I.R.M.A. secure channel,” I commanded.

A soft chime acknowledged the request, and soon, the holographic image of Commander Maria Vasquez appeared before me. Her sharp features and steely gaze were as familiar as they were comforting.

“Ambassador Carter,” she greeted. “I was not expecting your call.”

“Commander,” I replied. “We have a situation developing on Xeno Prime that requires immediate attention.”

Her expression tightened. “Go on.”

I briefed her on the unfolding coup, our plan to expose the conspirators, and the potential implications for intergalactic relations. She listened intently, occasionally nodding or making notes.

“This is serious,” she remarked once I'd finished. “Do you have the evidence to back up these claims?”

“I've transmitted the data to you via secure channels,” I confirmed. “We need I.R.M.A.'s support to monitor external communications and prevent any interference from outside factions.”

She considered this. “You'll have our support. But proceed with caution, Maisie. The political ramifications could be significant.”

“Understood,” I said. “Thank you, Commander.”

“Stay safe,” she urged before the connection terminated.

Leaning back in my chair, I allowed myself a moment of respite. A notification chimed, indicating an incoming message. It was from Zoirse.

“All trusted personnel are in place. Awaiting further instructions.”

I typed a quick response. “Maintain positions. Be alert for any unusual activity.”

Rising from the console, I exited the communications center. The day was progressing rapidly, and the palace was abuzz with the usual routines. Yet beneath the surface, a silent tension permeated the air—a hidden current that only a few of us were attuned to.

As I walked through the grand hallways adorned with tapestries depicting Xeno Prime's rich history, I couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility pressing upon me. The cool touch of the stone walls against my fingertips anchored me amidst the swirl of emotions.

Turning a corner, I nearly collided with Bayn.

“Ambassador Carter,” he greeted, his voice as measured as ever. His questioning eyes searched mine. “You seem preoccupied.”

“Just lost in thought,” I replied, forcing a smile.

He studied me for a moment longer. “If there's anything I can assist with, you need only ask.”

“Thank you, Bayn,” I said sincerely. “I'll keep that in mind.”

He gave a slight bow before continuing on his way. Watching him depart, I wondered how deep the conspiracy ran and who else might be unknowingly entangled in its web.

The rest of the day unfolded in a blur of coordinated efforts. Ryler played his part flawlessly, allowing whispers of his supposed discontent to spread subtly through the ranks. Kas announced his impending departure on a diplomatic mission, the news met with feigned surprise and hidden glances among certain council members.

By evening, the palace was awash with an undercurrent of anticipation. The skies darkened to a deep indigo, stars emerging like pinpricks of light. The scent of night-blooming flowers filled the air, their fragrance sweet and heady.

I met with Kas and Ryler in a secluded alcove overlooking the illuminated gardens. The soft glow of lanterns cast a warm light over us, and the gentle sound of flowing water from a nearby fountain provided a soothing backdrop.

Bayn was otherwise occupied with his own duties.

“Any signs they've taken the bait?” I asked.

Kas nodded grimly. “Our sources indicate increased communication among the suspected conspirators. They're planning to make their move tonight.”

Ryler clenched his fists. “They're more brazen than I thought.”

“Then everything is in place,” I said, a mix of relief and apprehension washing over me.

Kas reached out, his hand brushing mine. “Stay close. If anything goes wrong...”

I met his gaze, the unspoken fears reflected in his eyes. Ryler placed a hand on each of our shoulders.

As night fully enveloped the palace, we took our positions. Hidden security forces were stationed strategically, and surveillance systems were monitored closely. The air was thick with tension, every sound amplified—the rustle of leaves, the distant call of nocturnal creatures, the whisper of footsteps.

Hours passed with excruciating slowness. My senses were heightened—the cool breeze against my skin, the metallic taste of adrenaline, the faint scent of smoke from torches lining the walkways.

Then, movement. Shadows detached from the darkness, figures creeping toward the supposedly unguarded sections of the palace. My heart pounded in my chest as I signaled to Kas and Ryler.

The trap was sprung.

Security forces moved swiftly, surrounding the conspirators before they could react. Shouts and the clashing of weapons shattered the silence. I watched from a safe distance, a mix of triumph and sorrow swirling within me.

Among those captured were faces I recognized—council members I'd dined with, advisors who had seemed loyal. The betrayal cut deep.

Kas stepped forward to address the detained conspirators. “You have been caught in the act of treason against the throne. Do you have anything to say in your defense?”

One of them sneered. “The throne has grown weak. Under your rule, we are vulnerable.”

Ryler's eyes flashed with anger. “And you thought undermining our unity would strengthen us?”

Another conspirator spat on the ground. “We did what we believed was necessary.”

Kas's expression hardened. “Your actions have endangered us all.”

As they were led away, a heavy silence settled over the courtyard. The cool night air seemed colder now, the victory tainted by the revelation of such deep-seated betrayal.

I approached Kas, placing a hand on his arm. “I'm sorry.”

He looked at me, weariness etched into his features. “You have nothing to apologize for. If not for you, this could have ended much differently.”

Ryler joined us, his demeanor subdued. “At least now we can begin to strengthen our defenses.”

I nodded. “And perhaps prevent something like this from happening again.”

Kas offered a faint smile. “With allies like you, I have hope for the future.”

The scent of the night flowers was now bittersweet, a reminder of beauty amidst darkness.

“Thank you,” Kas said softly, his gaze holding mine. “For everything.”

Emotion tightened my throat. “Always.”

Ryler draped an arm around each of us. “I think we should thank you properly.”

I suddenly grew shy and giggled like a teenager who hadn’t had her first kiss yet. The thoughts that were racing through my mind just then were the most unhinged. It seemed as though the very same were on Ryler’s mind based on the look he was giving me. Like a man starved, his eyes were hooded and his lips slightly apart.

“We should walk you to your chambers. Say a proper goodnight.” Kas mentioned as he traced my spine with his middle finger. The sensation was electric.

The walk to my chambers was filled with distractions of the best kind, small touches and tiny kisses from Kas and Ryler. My core was pulsing with need and I had no control over the reaction to these men.

The door opened and closed with a mere whisper, and the foggy haze of lust clouded my vision, perhaps my judgment as well. I threw caution to the wind and looked deeply into Kas’s eyes, begging him to kiss me without words.

He leaned down and took my mouth with his. Kas’s hand was on the back of my neck and tangling in my hair. I felt Ryler press against my back and he ran his hands up and down my ribs while he licked the lobe of my ear before nibbling slightly.

“Thank you.” Ryler whispered.

My reply was a soft moan that was meant to be words, but none actually formed.

I felt both of them pressed against me, and their growing erections bulging in their clothes had my hands aching to wrap around them.

“May we?” Kas asked, still proper even with my hand grazing across his growing erection.

“Yes.” I managed the one word though it was breathy and laced with lust.

The whirlwind of us tearing each other's clothes off was surely a sight for the ages. A trail of my shirt, Ryler’s pants, and Kas’s shoes starts by the door and all of the others follow in a line all the way to the bed. A clear path of where we had been.

I leaned forward on the bed and crawled my way on top of Ryler who was all but naked, lying in just his boxers. Who knew underwear were basically the same across humanoid cultures?

The runes that were etched into their skin were magnificent in the low lighting, almost iridescent like the low light that’s reflected behind a cat’s eyes.

“We aren’t human.” Ryler said as he grabbed my wrist to stop me from pulling down his boxers. “We don’t have the same… equipment.”

I felt a tender caress on my ass and turned my head to see that Kas was fully naked, kneeling on the bed behind me stroking himself. He didn’t look so different from this angle.

Ryler reached forward and pulled me on top of him, taking my lips in a punishing kiss, his force bruising my lips from the impact. My core rested on top of his seemingly still growing arousal. I couldn’t help but roll my hips on top of him. I felt the wetness start to drip to my thigh. In that same moment I felt Kas’s hands on both of my hips followed by his hot mouth on my core. His tongue plunging deep inside of me elicited a moan which had me breaking the kiss from Ryler.

Ryler reached between us and drew down his underwear to reveal his thick ribbed and studded cock. I slide further back on the bed while he sits up toward the headboard. There were little rings up and down the shaft, each with little raised pustules.

“I think you’ll find that our anatomy, while it isn’t the same, will do everything that it needs to.” Ryler smirked to accentuate his statement.

Kas was still licking me from bottom to top, swirling his tongue in and around, tickling my clit and teasing at my entrance with each pass.

“You taste like the nectar from the moon flowers, an absolute dream.” Kas said.

I wrapped my hand around the base of Ryler’s shaft and stroked upwards to the tip that is much the same as an uncircumcised penis on Earth. The head was revealed fully on my downstroke and I saw that he had a bead of pre-cum there waiting for me to taste.

When I leaned forward to lick the tip I was halted with a jerk backwards. Kas had his hand tangled in my hair, holding me from tasting his brother. My tongue was already out and a drip of drool hung off of it in anticipation of the first taste.

“I feel like I should warn you, that once you taste him, you won’t be able to say no.” Kas all but growled out as he pressed his thickness into the licked clean and swollen center he paid so careful attention to.

“I have already said yes.” I leaned back and wrapped my arms around Kas’s neck, pulling him as close as I can in this position, while my knees spread wider and I return to an all fours position to crawl over Ryler’s muscular thighs, gripping from the top down on his hardened steel and take that taste of his pre-cum onto my tongue.

“You see, we have a chemical that is not poisonous to humans, but it is psychoactive.” Ryler explained. The moment he finished the sentence I felt the drug take effect. My whole body was flushed with heat. Every single hair on my body was charged with electricity, my body hummed.

“You’re ours now. You do realize that, don’t you?” Kas asked.

‘Yesssss.” I hissed as he entered me slowly.

“Such a good little darling taking my brother like that. You look so beautiful, lips swollen and flushed with need,” Ryler said while I stroked him slowly.

I followed my down stroke with my mouth and the rhythm was set with Kas’s pace as he drew himself back slowly and pressed back in. With each stroke of Kas’s cock inside me I mirrored the same with my hand and mouth on Ryler. I looked up at him through my lashes and appreciated when he threw his head back and moaned with pleasure.

“I’m going to mark you with my seed. You are mine, ours forever,” Kas said through gritted teeth.

Kas put his arm around me and pressed his fingers into my sensitive clit. The sensation was like having a rose pressed to it, a heavy vibration that buzzed in a pattern like the one nobody actually likes, with three long bursts then three short ones, but in that moment it was the best feeling I had ever experienced. Kas changed his angle ever so slightly and pressed more of his weight onto me which aided in him dragging that ribbed-for-my-pleasure cock across my G spot.

“Please don’t stop. Right there. I’m so close.” I continued to stoke the fires that were burning between the three of us the best I knew how. Kas listened and kept the same tempo, the same position, everything the same. Before I knew that I was going to cum the orgasm snuck up on me and my muscles started to convulse.

“Oh fuck. Yes princess clamp down on me just like that. So… fucking… tight.” Kas whisper yelled into my ear from behind. His face was so close to my own while I continued to suck on his brother’s dick.

When my orgasm subsided and my vision returned I could feel Kas pull out of me and groan just before I felt his hot cum lay down in ropes across my lower back and ass. A slight burning sensation was left on my lower back just above my right cheek, so I turned to see what it was.

A rune that matched his markings was etched into my skin.

“Mine.”

My hand was encircled by Ryler’s as he pumped once, twice more before he was cuming too. Instinctively I caught the first two jets of his cum on my tongue while the rest shot into the air and landed back on his own abs.

That same burning sensation was now on my right hand’s little finger, where a rune appeared.

“I knew the moment I met you that you would be my mate.” Ryler leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for rest.” Kas scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me effortlessly into the ensuite.

I felt tingly inside and out. My new markings didn’t burn any longer, but they ached to be touched. I ached to be touched by them.

My men washed me clean in the shower, taking special care at the sensitive spots.

“I hope that was a proper thank you.” Ryler winked as he embraced me with a thick towel to dry off.

“If that’s how you say thank you, I need to earn more of those more often.” That damn school girl giggle escaped me again.