Disbelief shone in Elon’s amber gaze and he visibly bit back a reprimand. His old friend would not challenge a superior in front of their crew but Kalgron knew there would be an eventual confrontation. Later. After he’d sated the dark needs consuming him. He turned and left without another word.
Picturing Emma-lee’s naked body suspended in the darkness, writhing under his verbal and mental assault, produced a predictable physical reaction. Blood rushed to fill his cock, which lengthened and hardened beneath the synth material of his uniform. Kalgron quickened his pace.
Flat-panel trillium doors slid open with a quiet whoosh. He nodded to several crew members who moved about the corridors. Those who attempted to engage him in conversation were ignored. Kalgron had one thing on his mind and no patience for further delays.
Entering the anteroom, he keyed in a code to seal the doors and stripped off his uniform. A quick glance at the monitors showed Emma-lee resting well and comfortably. He made a slight adjustment to the room’s temperature to accommodate for his higher body heat before slipping into the chamber.
Ralosians had enhanced visual capabilities and were able to see in all ranges of light, due to slit-like pupils that could expand to fill the entire globe and reflective lenses. His sharp golden gaze took in Emma-lee. Overall the two races were very similar in appearance, with the primary differences being the Ralosians’ significantly greater stature and luminescent eyes. For some unknown reason the Earth subjects became hysterical upon seeing his people, hence the lack of lighting in the stasis chamber.
At no time had Kalgron appreciated his enhanced vision more than when he gazed at the nude body restrained vertically in suspension for his gratification. She had rich brown hair cascading in waves over slender shoulders to the middle of her back. Emma-lee was taller than the average Earth female, yet smaller and more delicate than Ralosian women. And softer. By the stars, Emma-lee’s creamy white skin looked softer than the petals of a rare eliligan, a beautiful yet poisonous flower native to Ralos.
He hungered to caress her skin and taste the dewy moisture that glistened on the lips of her sex when aroused. That was another big difference between their races. Earther women’s sex lips swelled and darkened as the fluid flowed and, at the top, a tiny pulsing organ peeked out of the pink flesh.
A search of Emma-lee’s mind provided the word clit-or-is, which the computers informed him was the equivalent of a miniature cock. More than anything, Kalgron wished to examine the small organ and discover how it worked.
Enslaved by her beauty, it took some time for him to realize Emma-lee’s body had tensed. Her pulse accelerated as she tugged at the staticuffs and breathed deeper. Turning his attention to her face, he found her nostrils flared and her light-green eyes searching the darkness near where he stood.
“Emma-lee,” he softly sighed.
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s one word, not separate. Emily.”
Getting the alien pronunciation correct took several attempts, which brought frustrated sighs and much eye rolling from the bound woman. But he finally managed, earning a nod of approval.
“Mind telling me how you know my name and where the hell I am?” She scowled in his general direction. “And why the hell am I naked? Not that my pink polyester uniform is much of an improvement but it’s better than nothing.”
She struggled in vain against the staticuffs again then huffed out a hard breath. The diagnostic display monitoring the woman indicated a spike in her heart rate. She breathed in shallow pants, her body trembled and her skin became damp.
“Emily, all is well. You must calm yourself or I’ll have to administer a sedative.”
“I knew it. You bastard! You drugged me.”
Kalgron didn’t want to use a medication that would dull her senses. Instead he used the exomed to stimulate the release of hormones that generate feelings of lethargy and tranquility. The effects were immediate. Emily calmed and her body relaxed yet she still managed to scowl at him.
“You asshole.”
Her meaning was unclear. Their study of Earthers indicated the word referred to the anus, an orifice through which waste materials were eliminated from the body. He could not understand how this could be related to him, even as she continued to complain.
“Take my clothes… Drug me… Tie me up in the dark…”
Her words trailed off and Kalgron thought she’d fallen asleep but then she began muttering again.
“Use that damn sexy voice… And that delicious scent…”
Her head bobbed weakly. Kalgron adjusted the staticuffs, turning her until Emily reclined. She needed to sleep but her irritation kept her from surrendering.
“Hiding in the dark… Must be butt-ass ugly.” Her head snapped up and once again, her gaze seemed to focus on him, which was impossible. Earthers couldn’t see in the dark. “What’s your name? Seen me naked, made me orgasm—could at least tell me your name.”
“You know my name.”
She shook her head drunkenly.
“Yes, Emily. You called me—invited me to take you.”
She snorted. “No freakin’ way.”
He tapped a panel and a recorded holostream projected before her. Emily’s eyes widened as she watched herself reach toward the Neimus and call out to him.
She shook her head more urgently. “That’s from a commercial, an ad for bath stuff. I don’t know your name.”
“You do, it’s Kalgron.”
“I said Calgon, not Kalgron.” Her mouth closed, opened, remained that way as her face scrunched up in thought. “Oh my god. The customer,” she gasped. “He wasn’t crazy. He did get abducted.” She glared at him, again sparking the odd sensation that she could actually see him. “By you!”
Emily renewed her struggles against the cuffs and, despite the hormones, her heart rate spiked. “Holy shit. I didn’t invite an alien abduction! I just wanted a break. You can’t go around snatching humans off the street and probing them. It violates basic human rights.”
“Emily, calm yourself.”
She went completely still, shocking him. Her concentration seemed to be turned inward for several nanoseconds before she sputtered and yelled, “If you probed me, I’m going to kick your ugly alien ass.”
Kalgron had the exomed deliver a dose of sedative, sighing as Emily’s body went lax. Considering her dramatic reaction, he’d never be able to reveal himself to her. She wouldn’t accept him and the shock could damage her mind. He’d have to return her to Earth and find a way to forget the enticing woman who already had a firm hold on him and wasn’t letting go.
Chapter Three
A drum line pounded out a steady rhythm in her head and Emily’s mouth was dryer than the Sahara. Her sluggish brain provided a slow recap of her current predicament. Abducted by aliens, stripped, drugged… Christ, she was in deep shit.
Her body hummed with banked sexual awareness from the lingering masculine scent. She sensed the weight of his stare, her nipples pebbling in response.
Kalgron hadn’t left her alone in the dark. She should still be pissed as hell yet somehow the idea he’d stayed with her had waves of warmth flowing through Emily. She wished he’d say something in that seductive voice of his.
Hey, wait a minute. How the hell did an alien speak English so well?
“How long have you been snatching people from Earth?”
“My crew and I have been studying Earthers for two of your moon cycles.”
“Two moon cycles? So what, about two months?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not very long to learn a language. Did you just take people who speak English? Because we speak a variety of languages on our planet.”
“I don’t know your language well. When you were brought onboard an aural translator was inserted, although there are still some slang words I don’t understand, as there are no comparable words for them in my language.”
Emily forced herself to concentrate on what he said and tried to ignore the a
llure of his voice as it stroked her body.
“Aural translator.” She rolled the phrase around in her mind, trying to decipher what it could be. “You stuck a hearing aid in my ear?”
“Um…not exactly.”
She’d never seen him but Emily suddenly had a clear mental image of someone evading eye contact by staring down at his feet and scuffing the ground with the toe of his shoe. He was guilty of something. Her gut churned with the knowledge it was something that he thought would upset her.
“What exactly did you do so we can understand each other? And Kalgron…be very clear in your explanation.”
“I used a remote exomed unit to fit you with a translator.”
Fit me? “Uh huh. And how does the medo thingy do that?”
He sighed. “I am Kalgron Rodar, commander of astrocruiser Neimus. I am trained in space travel, not medical procedures.”
“Guilty and evasive. What the fuck did you do to me, oh lofty Commander Rodar?”
His voice changed, taking on a gravelly note that heightened the sensations spreading across her sensitive skin.
“The exomed inserted a slender probe into your auditory canal and implanted a translator within the part of your brain responsible for language. I speak to you in Ralosian but you hear Earth English.”
Emily silently called him every curse she knew and made up some new ones when she ran out. The list of ways he’d violated her basic human rights kept growing longer. And yet she still wanted him, craved the sound of his voice, yearned to experience his touch and to have him fuck her into oblivion. Maybe if he fucked her it would take the edge off her outrage?
Or not.
When she spoke, Emily used a syrupy-sweet tone—one a man on Earth would realize indicated trouble. The alien had no clue. “So you abducted me from my home, stripped me naked, performed brain surgery, toyed with my body using that pheromone-laden alien voice and you continue to hold me hostage in restraints. Did I miss anything?” She had to be forgetting something. “Oh yeah, and you keep me in the dark because you’re a troll.”
“A troll?” He paused briefly. “No, I don’t live under a bridge or in a cave. I am Ralosian, commander of this cruiser.”
Out of her long list of complaints, he’d responded to only the last one. She groaned and fisted her hands. “Yeah, numb nuts, we’ve established that. Riddle me this, Batman? How far have you taken me from Earth?”
“Flarken nishet.”
Umm…okay, that definitely was not English. In fact, it sounded suspiciously as if he’d cursed at her. Was the poor alien abductor getting frustrated with the stupid little Earth girl?
Good! Serves him right.
“The Neimus orbits your planet.”
Really? He hadn’t hit her over the head and dragged her off to deep space? She could go home?
“Then take this shit out of my head and beam me back to the diner.”
A loud bang sounded, followed by a metallic reverberation. Holy crap, had the big bad alien just punched the wall?
“Emma-lee.” He snarled her name—screwing up the pronunciation again—and shock waves rippled along her nerve endings. Her breasts grew heavy, her nipples tingled and cream gushed from her pussy to coat her thighs. The alien took a noisy breath and she wondered if he smelled her arousal.
“You are not going back to Earth. I have seen your thoughts and memories. I know your desires. You do not—”
“You what?” she screeched. “How the hell could you have seen my memories or know what I want?”
“We must scan each subject we bring on—”
“Scan? What does that mean? How was I scanned?”
“Emily, you must calm down.”
“Fuck that! And don’t even think about sedating me again or I’ll…” Bound on an alien spaceship, helpless, what the hell could she possibly threaten him with. “I’ll never forgive you.” Okay, lame but she didn’t have anything better at the moment.
“You have to forgive me. I am your lifemate.”
Lifemate?
She decided not to ask and figured she probably didn’t want to know what that meant. And judging from the way he’d said “lifemate”, she’d pushed him into a rash decision. Emily huffed out a breath and jerked at her arm, wishing she could rub her fingers over her aching forehead. To avoid being drugged again, she forced herself to temporarily set aside her anger and instead attempted to reason with Kalgron.
Of course, not being able to see him put her at a huge disadvantage in any negotiation. She needed to see his facial expressions, read the emotions in his eyes and pick up any nonverbal cues.
“The least you could do is turn on a light and let me see you.”
“Fine but the exomed will first administer the sedative.”
“What? No, don’t sedate me. Jesus!” she groaned. How was she supposed to make the pain-in-the-ass alien understand. “That stuff messes me up and leaves me groggy.”
“There are differences between our races and your people do not react well. The medication is necessary.”
“Look,” she grumbled. “I promise not to freak out, okay? And if—if—I do, then I give you my blessing to sedate me.”
She’d given him permission? Had she lost her mind?
Emily blew out a hard breath and sought the words to reach him, make him understand. “You have no idea how bad this sucks, being kept in the dark, literally. I’m a very visual person. What I see is a big part of how I communicate. When you leave me in the dark it’s frustrating. I can’t relate to what’s happening. Can’t get a grasp of the situation.”
He remained silent for so long she began to wonder what he was doing. She knew he hadn’t left the room. The strange connection between them assured she remained aware of his presence.
“Kalgron?”
“I like the way you say my name, Emily.”
His voice had softened, turned husky, and had an instant effect on her. She wasn’t the type of woman to use sex in order to get what she wanted. Not normally. In this unusual case, she made an exception. When she spoke again, Emily almost didn’t recognize her own lusty voice.
“Please, Kalgron. You’ve seen me completely naked, seen my body succumb to ecstasy. Now let me see you.”
He didn’t speak again and the frustration got to her. “So you’re hideous then, right? One huge blood-red eye in the center of your misshapen head, green reptile scales instead of skin, not even tall as my knees and you have clawed feet? Because otherwise, why would you hide in the dark?”
She sensed movement before he spoke, confirming he’d walked around to her side.
“There are more similarities between us than differences.” He continued to move and when he spoke again, his voice came from behind her. “But those differences are pronounced. We will go slow, Emily. Your eyes will need time to adjust.”
The alien was being very kind and considerate. Emily could image how hard this must be for him, revealing himself and facing possible rejection. She decided to make a concerted effort not to freak out if the alien really did look hideous. After all, he had given her the best orgasms of her life. In her book, she owed him.
And deep down inside, she wanted to like Kalgron, regardless of the many human rights violations he’d committed. As a child she’d dreamed of soaring among the stars, discovering new planets and people. Emily never believed she’d actually get the chance to meet an alien or ride on a spaceship, even if it only orbited Earth. Now, as an adult actually facing the realization of her dream, she was determined to keep an open mind.
The first muted yellow glow of light had her blinking and made her eyes water. She began to get a vague impression of the room’s dimensions, close in size to her one-room apartment above the diner.
Kalgron had stopped talking and she missed his voice, feeling almost lonely and bereft. “Are you still here?” She really didn’t want to be alone.
“Yes, I’m here.”
Hearing him soothed nerves she hadn’t realized were on
edge. He seemed to understand and continued talking to her.
“This room is called a stasis chamber.”
As he spoke the light rose in slow, steady increments, allowing her to make out more details. The walls weren’t the gunmetal gray she’d expected but a pale blue. And the floor appeared to be covered in a light-gray material.
“It’s equipped to provide medical care and evaluate people from the different planets we visit, to determine compatibility of our races.”
The words were inconsequential. He could’ve talked in his own language and she wouldn’t have cared. Listening to Kalgron eased her anxiety over what she might see.
“As your eyes adjust, the exomed will gradually increase the light but tell me if you experience any pain.”
She glanced around the rather stark room. There were colored buttons in various locations along the walls and directly across from her was a navy-blue lounger. She wondered if Kalgron had sat there and watched her body twist and thrash as she was overcome with pleasure.
He remained behind her and Emily speculated that perhaps her alien was shy. Why else wouldn’t he let her see him, which had been the whole purpose of turning on the lights?
Soon a warm glow illuminated the room. Her eyes stung and if her hands were free, she would have scrubbed them over her eyelids. Why the heck hadn’t he removed the restraints?
“Am I a danger to you, Kalgron?”
His laughter flowed over her, seeping beneath her skin, easing Emily’s lingering anxiety and keeping her arousal high. “No, sweet Emily. You pose no threat to me.”
Her gaze ran along the length of her arm to the shiny black cuff circling her slender wrist. The cuff looked similar to a bangle bracelet. To her dismay, the restraint wasn’t attached to anything yet somehow managed to keep her immobilized.
She didn’t have to ask. Kalgron must have noticed where her attention was directed because he offered an explanation.
“The staticuffs are controlled by the exomed. They exert imperceptible pressure that immobilizes the wearer. With a simple command I can adjust your position to suit my requirements.”
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