by Lily Thomas
Veronica pursed her lips. “You haven’t lived in space for long, have you?”
“No,” Natalie replied honestly. “Earth was a place I called home for most of my life.”
“Doing what?”
“Does it matter anymore? I’ll never see that life again.”
“Keep up your confidence. We’ll escape. Once you lose that you’ll be a captive through and through.”
Veronica was right. She had to keep up the good attitude and keep striving towards escape. She could do anything she put her mind to because she was an intelligent woman.
Chapter 5
A few days later, a couple of scientists came back to their corridor, but this time they came with a few hulking guards who looked like they might split their clothing at the seams with their impressive display of muscles.
With a metallic click, they opened Natalie’s cage door.
“What’s going on?” She backed up a couple of steps wanting to leave a little distance between them all.
“We are taking you to a different room.” It was the brunette with glasses. She raised a hand and pushed a fingertip against the bridge of her glasses.
The woman beside her nodded, her hair in a tight black bun at the base of her neck.
“Why?”
“If you plan on being stubborn we can drag you there while you’re drugged.” The scientist with the bun stated loudly. Her sapphire eyes flashed. She wasn’t someone to be messed with because she’d go through with her threats, Natalie could see that clear as day.
“Alright, no need to get your panties in a bunch.” Natalie raised her hands in the air palms out.
The woman with the bun glared at her, but the scientist with glasses gave the briefest smirk.
At least someone here had a sense of humor.
Natalie stepped through the door of her cell and into the corridor. If she didn’t comply, she’d be drugged. This way she’d have more dignity walking out of there on her own two feet. There was only so much drugging one person could take before their pride took a major blow.
The two scientists turned and led the way while the guards marched behind them. Her innards felt like they were twisting together in a tight knot. It was unsettling to say the least to be at someone else’s mercy.
After walking through a few corridors, they opened a door and waved her through.
“This will be your new room.” The scientist with the bun said.
Natalie shoved down any apprehension she had and stepped into the room. The door shut with a bang. Glancing back behind her she saw it was a door with only a handle on the outside. She wasn’t meant to go out without someone’s permission.
Turning back to the room, her eyes scanned the room slowly. There was a bed with high poles that had a canopy of thick cloth pulled closed around the bed. It was a lot better than what she’d left. Then her eyes surveyed the rest of the room, and she felt her eyes widen.
She wasn’t even sure what she was looking at. There was a whole wall dedicated to sex toys.
“What the hell?” Natalie blinked, and then rubbed her eyes before focusing in on all the dildos and vibrators that lined the wall. There were even a few devices that she couldn’t identify along with cuffs, whips, and paddles. It was a sex room.
Shivers spread over her skin. She had no idea what to expect.
It was a room made for sex, but so far, she was the only person in here. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. She got the bad feeling that someone else was going to be joining her.
The closed curtains of the bed called to her. She wanted to keep her distance but it had been a while since she’d enjoyed the lovely comforts of a real bed and comfy mattress.
She reached out a hand grasped a handful of the thick burgundy material and pulled it back to reveal… a huge blue Vrak’rir laying on his back, his eyes closed.
Freezing she caught her breath. She was scared to even make the tiniest sound lest she wake the slumbering beast before her.
Her eyes skimmed over his form. He was unclothed, and her eyes bulged. She might not want to be bedded by him, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t admire what he had.
His indigo skin was littered with black tattoos. They swirled around his toned arms and neck, down his chest and over his abs to his… cock.
Her face began to flush as she took in an eyeful of his impressive girth and length. He was quite hung. She had a hard time ripping her eyes from his cock, even though she was against mating a Vrak’rir. Even flaccid his cock was drool worthy.
Her eyes darted back up to his closed eyes. He must have been drugged and left here. He was the very same Vrak’rir that had beaten a guard to a pulp, and now he was unchained in her room with no guards for protection.
Where was a plasma pistol when she needed one?
Her eyes dropped back down to take another look at his cock. She felt awkward staring at him while he was laying there naked and unconscious, but it was difficult to stop gawking at him. It wasn’t like she saw naked aliens so up close and personal every day.
Then she straightened her shoulders. He was her mate. It was the reason he’d reacted so violently back there, and why they’d brought them back together in a sex room. She wasn’t going to make it out of here without sharing a bed with him, so she might have to entertain the idea of sleeping with him.
Natalie only hoped Veronica was right about them caring for their mates. Maybe she could convince him to take things slow with her.
She took in the size of his biceps. Maybe really slow… like nothing at all.
Natalie didn’t know what to do. She was so confused on how to handle this situation. This wasn’t something they taught you how to handle in school, and no mother gave advice on this kind of thing. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to wake him or let him slumber on peacefully.
Letting the curtain fall closed she turned to face the rest of the room. She needed to let her heart calm down before she gave herself a heart attack at such a young age. The good thing was that he was still asleep which meant she had more time to think on this matter.
And she still had her clothing unlike the Vrak’rir. They could have put her in here naked, but she wasn’t, and she was going to count her blessings as little as they might be. It was armor. Thin armor, but something was always better than nothing in her opinion.
Walking closer to the wall of sex toys she shook her head. Some of these were mindboggling. Some of them had her turning her head in all sorts of directions as she tried to figure out how they were supposed to be used. She wasn’t too kinky herself and kept things pretty low key in the bedroom.
As she tore her gaze from the alarming wall, she made her way around the room and caught sight of a table with some water and light snacks. How long were they expected to be in this room?
Rustling from the bed caught her attention, and she froze. Beads of sweat trickled down the back of her neck. It sounded like the Vrak’rir was awake, and she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.
Her heart thundered against her ribcage in a frantic beat, as her mind raced a mile a minute.
She really should have gotten out more. All that time on Earth had limited her contact with aliens which would’ve better prepared her for this situation. Or she should have remained on Earth where it was safer so she could have cute little chubby faced human babies rather than blue Vrak’rir babies.
More rustling could be heard from behind the curtains of the bed and she froze, her feet unable to move no matter how much her mind screamed at them. Her feet hoped he wouldn’t notice her if she stood stock still.
A growl sounded from behind the curtains. He was awake.
Suddenly the curtains were thrown back as he leaped out and onto his feet. She couldn’t help the small flinch that overtook her body. What other reaction could be expected from her when a nearly seven-foot-tall tattooed Vrak’rir had just launched himself out of the bed.
He raised a hand to his head and rubbed his temple with the h
eel of his palm.
She continued to stand stock still in the middle of the room just staring. No need to attract his unwanted attention.
Then his head turned, and his onyx eyes fell on her. He froze. Then he pointed at her with a clawed finger. “You.”
Her heart ceased its thundering, and she feared she might drop dead at any second if it didn’t start beating again.
“Me.” She squeaked in a tiny voice that she couldn’t even recognize.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger motioning for her to come forward.
She didn’t want to come off defiant, but she shook her head anyways. “I don’t think so.”
His onyx eyes widened. “Don’t vex me, woman. I have no patience for humans and their mischievous ways.”
“I don’t trust you.” She took several steps away from him. Thankfully, the room was large and would allow her plenty of space to dodge any advances he might make on her.
He began stalking towards her, his eyes focused solely on her, and she could see a fire burning in those dark depths.
She continued backing up, as he advanced on her.
He let out a bloodcurdling growl before leaping at her. In the blink of an eye, he was flying through the air, and she stumbled over her own feet as panic jumbled her legs.
She watched on in horror as one of his clawed hands latched onto her ankle and yanked on her. She attempted to kick him with her other foot, but his hand latched onto her foot, and he used both of her feet to yank her under his naked form.
He growled down at her, “You should never run from a Vrak’rir when he meets his mate. We like the chase.” His head came down to nuzzle her neck, and her traitorous heart fluttered away in delight.
Then he lifted his head and gazed down at her, his eyes still burning with his desire which was also rubbing up against her thigh, long and hard, no longer flaccid.
This close she could smell his masculine scent, he smelled like soap and sweat, which was more appealing than it sounded. Her eyes skimmed over the sharp lines of his jaw, and then lower to his chiseled chest. Warmth poured off his body in waves.
“I… I’m… Natalie.” She stuck out a hand as she did her best to keep the tremble out of her voice but it was harder than it sounded with a man more than twice her size on top of her. If he wasn’t holding his weight on his elbows, she was sure he’d crush her.
He eyed her hand between them but ignored it or didn’t understand why she’d be offering her hand to him. “A beautiful name to match a beautiful mate.”
Her cheeks heated. She might not want him, but she couldn’t help but be flattered by his praises. It wasn’t like she was going to turn down the chance to be told that she was beautiful.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you.” His clawed hand came up to caress her face, and she flinched as his black claws came into sight. He paused briefly before tracing the back of a curved claw across the soft skin of her cheek.
Dryke could feel her heart thundering in her chest. He was doing his best not to scare her shitless, but he’d waited so long. He finally had his mate in his grasp, and he was unwilling to let her go. These scientists would have hell to pay if they planned on keeping him away from her for about nine months.
If he got his mate pregnant, he wanted to be there for her while she carried his child. She would need emotional support and love. He wanted to be there for every moment and every kick the baby made.
“Will you come to the bed with me willingly?”
She shook her head, her wide jade eyes fearful of him.
“There is no need to fear me.” He said as gently as he could but he couldn’t help the growl to his words. He might have a translator behind his ear but that didn’t take away his Vrak’rir accent.
He could feel her tremble below him but she wasn’t screaming her head off or fainting. He was going to take that as a good sign.
His cock brushed up against her covered thigh, and he felt his body tense. “I need to touch you.”
Natalie stared at him in silence. He could see her warring with herself in those green hypnotic pools. A part of her was aroused, he could smell it in her sweat that glistened lightly on her skin, but another part was screaming at her to refuse him. He needed to win over the side that couldn’t resist him.
Sucking in a deep calming breath, he wrestled his instinct back down. He’d have her panting below him in no time, but he had to be smart about this. He couldn’t push her into anything. That was never the right way.
Pushing himself off the ground, he rose above her, and then offered her a hand. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, and then rose on her feet, rejecting his offered hand.
Her jade eyes began to peruse his body, and he watched her eyes widen as she took in his body. Her eyes drifted down to his cock, and he smirked. He was more than willing to let her eye him. She was his mate after all. It was only right that she got to appreciate his length. His cock pulsed under her scrutiny.
“Take your clothing off.” He ordered her hoping to the stars that she would.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
She huffed her cheeks puffing out causing her to look like a small rodent from his home planet. “I think it’s better we keep my clothing on.”
He folded his arms in front of his chest. “And I think it’s better they come off.” He unfolded his arms and motioned to his body. “I showed you what I have to offer as your mate. Now I’d like to see my long-awaited mate.”
“You can see me with my clothes on.”
“They won’t let us out of here until they think we’ve done something.”
He saw her processing what he’d said, and then light entered her mesmerizing eyes. She grimaced, and he frowned. Dryke wanted his mate to be enthusiastic about what she had in front of her and so far, all she was doing was resisting him. It was irking the hell out of him.
“If I take my clothing off, how do I know I can trust you to keep your hands off me?”
“You don’t.” He sent her a wolfish grin.
She nibbled her lower lip between her teeth, and the movement caught his undivided attention. He could think of some better uses for her lip other than being chewed on.
“Fine.” Natalie glared at him. “But you touch me,” she pointed a dainty finger at him, “and I’m not responsible for my actions.”
He smirked. She thought she could take him on. He enjoyed a little spunk in his mate. “I could help you with your clothing.”
She held up both of her hands. “You come an inch closer and the clothes stay on.” She threatened.
He backed up one step. He didn’t want to cause her to change her mind.
She bent over with a huff, and he wished he was on the other side of her so he could get a good look at her bottom. She yanked off her shoes and threw them aside. Then she straightened and worked on her pants. After unbuttoning the waistband, she paused, her thumbs hooked between her skin and fabric.
He didn’t utter a single word lest he frighten her.
Then she seemed to regain her inner steel and pushed her pants down her legs taking her underwear with it. When she straightened once more, he had to suck in a harsh breath. His eyes lazily drifted up her toned calves and up her thighs to the patch of blonde curls.
A growl threatened to come up his throat, but he just managed to keep himself in check. Her jade eyes came up to look at him.
“Still sure you can control yourself?” She looked doubtful.
“I can.” But he was lying. He wasn’t sure he would be able to restrain himself. His cock was eager to claim her as his, to fill her with his seed, to see her grow fat with his child. It was all a Vrak’rir ever wanted, and then he wanted to get to know her, know her fears, know her dreams and then he wanted to make her dreams come true while protecting her from her fears.
She sucked in a deep breath, grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He was disappointed to see an undergarment hiding
her breasts from his view, but she reached back and slipped it off and down her arms. Her breasts bounced out eager to be free from their confinement.
She was perfection. She was a goddess. Her body was made to please a man and birth children. Her hips were wide, and his hands itched to encompass her waist.
Dryke was tempted to fall to his very knees and honor her.
Her pert pink nipples tightened under his intense gaze until she reached up and covered them with an arm.
She was perfect. That skin of hers was tan and beautiful, and the long blonde curls on her head had his fingers curling with their desire to reach up and run his claws over her scalp.
Her scent, he needed to get more of it. He knew he’d promised to control himself but it’d been a lie. Here she was in front of him naked, and he couldn’t resist her pull.
Chapter 6
He was on her in a second, and Natalie knew she’d made a deal with the blue devil himself. He’d had no intention of honoring his promise.
But she’d had no choice because he was right about the human scientists. They wouldn’t let either of them out of this room until they thought the deed was done.
“I’m Dryke.” He whispered before pouncing on her.
He cornered her against a wall, his arms ensnaring her.
“Do I terrify you?” He asked with a growl to his words as a claw came up to caress a pounding artery in her neck.
“Yes.”
“I enjoy instilling fear into hearts across the galaxy, but you,” he nibbled the edge of her ear with his teeth, “I want your heart to only pound with lust.”
Natalie gulped. “Good luck with that.” She wasn’t quite sure what her heart was pounding about. It was pounding a furious beat, but she feared it might because he was terrifyingly appealing.
His hands found her hips and his claws pricked her skin, lightly not painfully. “I’ve waited so long for you.”
“So, you’ve said.”
