Her Alien Masters by Ann Jacobs

 
    Prologue
     
    The bridegroom cometh.
    Eli the jeweler stood with Obsidion’s most successful matchmaker, his hand on her shoulder as they watched his daughter Garnet’s future mate stride up the walkway toward the matchmaker’s small, inviting home. Eli wasn’t certain that Meredith, an Earthling displaced long ago to Obsidion, had done right this time when she matched Garnet with this gold-hued Aurelionian.
    “Are you sure, Meredith?”
    She gave Eli’s hand a reassuring pat. “There is no man on this planet as rich as Romulus. Your Garnet swore she wants great wealth above all else, and Romulus is the richest man on the planet. Relax, my friend. I wouldn’t have made this match if I weren’t certain.”
    Eli let out his breath. There was no need to be nervous. Meredith was a good friend, she wouldn’t take a chance on Garnet’s happiness, any more than she had with Emerald’s, Eli’s eldest daughter. She’d matched her with Obsidion’s crown prince, Arik. Despite learning last week at their mating that the prince had become horribly disfigured during the time he’d spent in exile from Obsidion, Emerald had assured Eli each time they’d spoken that she was thrilled with her mate and wouldn’t trade him for any other man.
    He might as well face it. Meredith was uncanny in her ability to find the best possible mate for each of her clients, even when it didn’t seem that way at first. Eli made himself stop staring at the Aurelonian’s smooth, hairless, burnished-gold skin that rivaled the deep tone on one of the designer pieces he had in his shop. Eli had to admit Romulus was attractive enough. He might even call the man handsome, now that he’d gotten past the shock of the unusual, otherworldly coloring that made it obvious that, unlike most residents of Obsidion, his family had not relocated here from Earth.
    Eli vowed to concentrate on the positive aspects of Garnet’s upcoming betrothal. One was that the Aurelonian sex-slave dealer wasn’t asking for a ruinous dowry. That was a huge point in his favor, as buying the prince for Emerald had nearly paupered him. “I know you wouldn’t steer me wrong, Meredith. And I do trust you. Let us meet Romulus at the door and make him welcome. We wouldn’t want to insult the richest man on Obsidion. I’m certain that if you think so, Romulus will make Garnet ecstatically happy.”
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    Romulus sighed. From the way Antonio was pouting, it promised to be a long, annoying evening. He hadn’t realized until he announced his plan to take an Obsidion woman as his mate that his body slave and life companion since his thirteenth birthday had the propensity to be so petulant.
    No matter. Romulus knew how to placate Antonio. He stripped down and strode into the bathing room where his slave was bouncing curses off the mirrored walls of the shower stall. As always, the sight of Antonio’s tempting golden ass brought Romulus to instant arousal. When he grabbed Antonio from behind and tweaked the ring in his right nipple, the slave quieted and turned in his arms.
    Romulus claimed Antonio’s mouth and tongue-fucked him, using his hands to press the other man’s groin against his own. They fit together perfectly, cock to cock, thigh to thigh, as lovers should. Their nipple rings caught on each other, tugged playfully against their flesh when they moved, turning his nipples and his slave’s rock-hard in the process.
    He loved the closeness, almost as much as he loved sinking his cock inside his slave’s submissive asshole. Almost as much as he enjoyed pressing his slave’s muscular body beneath him and feeling the heat of his smooth, golden skin against his own. “On your hands and knees, slave,” Romulus ordered, his voice hoarse with the need to reassure Antonio he would always come first.
    Water streamed over them when Romulus followed Antonio to the hard, tile shower floor, warm and wet. Steam blurred his vision as he grasped his slave’s muscular