by Josie Walker
I do not pick her up to carry her because
I do not trust the small thread of restraint that I am exercising. Only the fact that I can not risk my men seeing her naked keeps me from ripping her clothes off and taking her right here and now.
Her body is for my eyes only. Finally, we reach our chamber. I open the door and pull her inside. The bed is too far away, so I slam the door shut with one swift motion and back her against it.
I jerk the tunic over her head and then I push the leggings down to her feet. She quickly steps out of them as I bend to my knees and nuzzle the soft curls between her legs. She gasps with pleasure when I flick my tongue against the small nub hidden in her delicate folds.
She shivers against my tongue as I nibble and lick her, worshipping her mound with my mouth. She screams as the ultimate pleasure rips through her. I don’t even wait for her release to subside before I stand.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her.
Of course she doesn’t understand anything I say to her, but still I want to tell her of her perfection.
A Krinar World Novel
Alien
Appetite
By Josie Walker
Books by Josie Walker
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The Secret Lies In The Shade
The Advent Of The Witch
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Panther’s Mate
Panther’s Mark
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Bear Allegiance Series:
Paws & Surrender
Claw & Relent
Growl & Embrace
A Hot Alien SciFi Romance Series:
A Krinar World Novel: Alien Infatuation
A Krinar World Novel: Alien Entanglement
A Krinar World Novel: Alien Appetite
A Paranormal Holiday Romance Series:
Christmas With Her Unicorn
Easter With Her Bunny
Halloween With Her Vampire
Parallel Dimensions Series:
My Savage Alien Rescuer
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Editing by C. J. Borntrager
ISBN-13: 978-1-948831-30-7(Print Version)
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Contents
Teaser
Title Page
Copyright Page
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
Author’s Note
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CHAPTER ONE P.D.
CHAPTER TWO P.D.
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Book Blurb
Tessa is beginning to regret her impulsive decision to sneak aboard an alien spaceship. She’d wanted to keep her best friend safe and enjoy a nice interstellar getaway free of charge. But everything goes to hell when an unknown race aliens crashes her space vacation and kidnaps her along with a group of terrified Krinar females. They seem more like robots than aliens, with bodies covered in an impenetrable layer of thick cold metal, yet they’re shape is still humanoid.
One of the aliens in particular seems to be very interested in her. She’d tell him she was flattered but no thanks if she thought he could understand her words. However the only sounds he makes are like clicks and glass breaking, which means they have a lot more than a language barrier standing between them. So much for her useless high school Spanish class! He seems to want her, but what if he wants to use the weapons he has of hands to skewer her? Or is he motivated by hunger of an entirely different nature?
***This is not a standalone book. So if you missed books 1-2 you can catch up on the beginning of Sarah’s story here: http://josiewalkerbooks.com/index.php/alien-infatuation-a-hot-alien-scifi-romance-series-book-1/
CHAPTER ONE
Tessa
I jerk awake. It’s pitch dark and I can’t see anything. For a moment I’m totally disoriented. Where am I? My neck hurts from this lumpy pillow. Why on earth is it moving?
The word “earth” triggers something in my subconscious, and that’s when it all comes flooding back. I’m not on earth. I’m on another planet. The pillow is actually my friend Eclipsa’s foot and she probably doesn’t appreciate me sprawling all over her.
But it’s not like I can just move somewhere else more comfortable, because I’m not in bed. I’m hiding with six Krinar in the narrow space between two walls, hoping the alien attackers don’t find us. We don’t have much of a plan beyond trying not to get killed. On the plus side, at least it’s a simple strategy.
Right about now I’m totally regretting my impulsive act of stowing away on the Krinar spaceship. At the time it seemed like the thing to do. My best friend, Sarah, had told me she was going on an extended vacation with her new husband, Vorek. I’m naturally suspicious, and so I couldn’t resist some snooping. Boy did I put my nose in things!
I discovered that Vorek was actually a Krinar, one of those ultra-powerful aliens that had invaded earth years back. Their fictitious honeymoon had really been a trip through space to explore Sagren, a new planet in a previously undiscovered galaxy. I know it sounds like I’m making this crap up, but trust me, I’m not that creative.
Of course, I couldn’t resist when the opportunity cam
e for me to sneak on board a real life spaceship! I never said I was all that bright, and the whole curiosity-killed-the-cat-thing never made me rethink my actions like it should have. In hindsight, I probably should have taken up a harmless hobby, like knitting.
At the time I told myself that my rash behavior was due to the fact that I didn’t trust Vorek. I’d wanted to protect Sarah from what could be a threat from this particular Krinar. All of that was true. But it wasn’t the whole story. You see, I couldn’t resist the grand call to adventure.
Exploring another galaxy? Are you kidding me? That’s the material that great sci-fi books are made of! Maybe if I’d liked my boring life more I’d have been a little smarter about it all. But my life sucked and Sarah was the closest thing I had to family.
So, I’d stowed away on their spaceship. I’d avoided detection as long as possible, sneaking around and hiding, living off of the equivalent of alien power bars. By the time they discovered me, we were way too far into the journey for them to return me to Earth.
That one impulsive action may very well go down in the annals of my life as the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. It may also be my last big action, because it’s not looking like I’m going to be alive much longer. And it had all been for nothing!
It turned out that Sarah was never in any real danger, at least not from the alien. Her husband, Vorek, dotes on her. He wasn’t the big bad Krinar I’d feared. He was smitten, a man hopelessly in love. Anyone with eyes could see that he would do anything to keep her safe.
And as for my epic adventure, well up until this point things had actually been pretty dull. Since I’m the weak human on board, I haven’t been allowed to go and explore Sagren like the others. All I’ve been able to do is stare at it from inside the dome, which is akin to living life vicariously through watching television. I’d wanted so much more.
But I can’t argue their logic because, compared to them, I am weak. I’ve been told the Krinar are all pretty much impervious to disease and injury. Even Sarah got some kind of sci-fi nano injections to make her more bad-ass like them. She’s Vorek’s charl now, whatever the hell that means.
I’m the only plain-Jane human on board. Feel free to queue the world’s smallest violin—I know I deserve it. Sarah and Vorek, and most of the other Krinar, went off on an extended exploration of the planet a while back. No matter how much I begged and pleaded to go, I got shut down. They refused to put me at risk.
Did they think I’d sue them or something? I wouldn’t—not even if I had the money to hire a sleazebag lawyer—which I didn’t. It’s not like anyone knew I was here with the Krinar! What were they worried about when the only consequences involved the death of one pesky little human?
All of my arguments had achieved nothing, and I’d been trapped behind in the dome with nothing to do. Each day passed with more excruciating boredom than the last. It wouldn’t have been so bad if everyone had been stuck inside with me. I’d always been one to want what I couldn’t have. I was jealous, plain and simple.
Thank goodness for my new friends in the geological research team. I share a room with them, and they’ve been welcoming from the get go. I’ve honestly never met a nicer bunch of ladies.
We’re nothing alike, but we get along perfectly in spite of our differences. They’re Krinar while I’m human. They’re science nerd types, while I barely passed chemistry 101. They didn’t even want to go with the survey team and were totally content here in the dome doing all of their experiments. Meanwhile, I’d been going stir crazy.
Maybe I’d have felt differently if I’d had something useful to occupy my time. But I had nothing to contribute, because I wasn’t prepared for life as a space explorer. So, I read, and exercised . . . which at least seemed quasi productive.
I’ve always been pretty strong, but my daily three to four hour workouts have transformed my body by impressive degrees. It also helped use up some of the pent up energy rattling about inside of me. My routine was simple. During the day I worked on strengthening my mind and my body in the hopes that they might stop seeing me as useless.
And at night I hung out with my roomies as soon as they finished working. I don’t make friends easily, a problem I attribute to a childhood spent in the foster system. I was never in one place long enough to put down roots or make lasting connections.
That all changed when Sarah and I became roommates. She was the first person I ever had a meaningful connection with. She is the closest thing I have to family, which makes me fiercely protective of her. Of course, sometimes love makes people do stupid stuff . . . like venture into outer space.
When Sarah left with Vorek and the others to explore the terrain I’d been both lonely and bored. But my new roommates had welcomed me with open arms. I jumped right into their circle with both feet. I knew perfectly well that they didn’t have to be so nice.
I was the human interloper who’d stowed away on their ship. I was the dumb one who didn’t know how to do anything useful. They never complained at all that making a spot for me in their apartment made them a bit more crowded. They never commented about how I ate their food, but did nothing to help with their research.
They acted like I was one of them, which made me feel like my little family was expanding yet again. They taught me a lot of their card games. My favorite is called Planks, and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. I love spending time with the girls.
It’s like a slumber party every night in the apartment we share. At least it was until we were attacked by aliens. The horrifying noises the monsters make haunt my dreams. Some of it sounds like words, but in a language I’ve never heard before. Most of it is metallic clicks, scraping, and chattering though. It’s all very unnerving.
The day the aliens invaded the dome they were searching everywhere, looking for any inhabitants. You’d think I would have been the weak link. But I’d finally stumbled across something I was better at than the K’s—survival.
My Krinar friends were frozen stiff, and no one was taking any action. That’s when I realized that even though I’m the puny human, I’m the only one here who has actually had to fight to stay alive. I grew up neglected in the foster care system, so I learned early on to take care of myself. No one else was going to look out for me.
I never wanted to be the leader, but in that moment I saw that if I didn’t take charge there was no way we were going to make it out alive. They were like scared little rabbits, but they didn’t even possess the fight or flight response. They weren’t moving.
The aliens were coming and my new friends were scared stiff. I came to the realization that these geniuses, the ones I’d envied for their brains, were actually cowards. I’d thought they were the A team, but the A team was all out exploring the jungle.
These guys were the backups, the fraidy cats that were too scared to leave the dome. Crap on a cracker! Up until that moment they’d been my babysitters, but I realized quickly that it was time for me to step up. Our lives were on the line, and immediate action was needed.
I recognized that there wasn’t a leader among them. They were Krinar alright, but not the strong, aggressive kind. These were the average ones, the docile ones, the ones that hid behind the strength of their more powerful kin.
Their pampered lives had prepared them for lab work, not war. Lund is the only male in our group, but he’s no fighter either. He’s in charge of housing and maintenance. Basically he’s a glorified housekeeper. Before I got to know them I thought all Krinar were supposed to be strong and fierce, but now I’m realizing that they come in as many shapes and sizes as humans do.
Thank God I made Lund snap out of his stupor long enough to come up with this hiding place. That’s why we’re here crammed behind this wall like a bunch of monkeys in a barrel. I have no idea how much time has passed here in the dark with barely enough room to move.
What I do know is that we’re about out of water. I’d act
ed on impulse when I’d had everyone load up in the cafeteria. My quick thinking has kept us all alive up until now. But we should have rationed better, because if we don’t get more water soon we’ll die of dehydration.
I hear a stifled, dry cough and pass Eclipsa my water bottle. I don’t know if it will help, because all it has left in it is a couple of drops. She’s trying hard not to cough. I’m afraid if the aliens are anywhere near, they’ll hear her.
I reach over to my other side and shake Lund, waking him up. I can’t put this off any longer.
“Lund. Open up the wall. I’m going out to get more water.”
“Tessa, no. You can’t go out there!” Xairia gasps through her parched throat.
“If we don’t get water, we’re all going to die,” I state bluntly.
Lund isn’t happy about it, but he manipulates the nanos to form a door. He knows from my time as a stowaway that I’m probably the best one for this job. I scan the room carefully. It’s night-time, and it’s empty so far as I can tell. So far so good.
I step out cautiously. I don’t trust my body to move too quickly as I make my way to the cafeteria. I feel pins and needles in my feet. I’ve been stuck in one position for far too long, and the lack of food and water has left me feeling weak. But I have people counting on me, and I’m not going to let them down.
I unzip the front of my jumpsuit. I don’t have a backpack, so my clothing will have to serve as a makeshift bag. I tug the refrigerator open and start shoving cold water bottles inside. Initially I flinch at the drastic temperature difference, but then I learn to welcome it because it actually feels good on my hot, sweaty body.
All too soon I’m out of room. I’d like to take more, but I can barely get the zipper closed. I grab some snack bars at the last second and spin to head back to our hiding place. I try to be quiet, but the glass water bottles are clanging against each other inside my clothing. Why can’t the Krinar use plastic, like the rest of us, I wonder in frustration.
I’m almost back to the supply room when I hear that sound that we’ve all come to associate with the aliens. It’s like metal rubbing on metal. Crap! What should I do? I spin around, but they’re not in sight, yet. I weigh my options. I don’t want to lead the aliens back to my friends, but they’ll die if they don’t get water.
