FLASH (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 15)

by Samantha Leal

  Maybe I’m not even pregnant, she thought.

  “You are.” The voice came out of nowhere. Victoria spun around to see the alien man from the bar standing behind her.

  “How did you…?” she asked, confused. It was like he had read her mind.

  “We are telepathic,” he nodded. “So be careful what you’re thinking.”

  Victoria couldn’t help it, but a little smile crept across her face and she found herself looking down at his package. She could tell he too had a huge member and after her experience with The Lord and knowing what these aliens could do, she would happily go again. He read her mind and raised an eyebrow.

  “You’re not mine to take,” he told her.

  “Of course,” she said, lowering her head with embarrassment. “How do you know that I am…you know…pregnant?”

  His gaze hovered over her stomach and then back up to meet her eyes.

  “It’s not the same as it is for your kind… A Lord always impregnates.”

  “And what will happen to me now?”

  “We will send you home,” he said as the bright light started to fade around her.

  “But then what?” she said with panic as she looked around. Slowly fragments of the white room were disappearing and giving way to black.

  “We will be back for you, when the time comes,” he said.

  “But when will that be?” she shouted. He was becoming fainter and travelling further into the distance. He was almost invisible and the bright white of the room was now completely pitch black.

  “When?” she screamed.

  “You’ll know.” He didn’t speak the words, but she heard them inside her head.

  With a gentle thud, she felt as if she had been dropped on her back and then her world went dizzy and blank. In the back of her mind, she kept hearing the same words over and over…

  You’ll know…

  ***

  The sunlight blazed through the blinds and the birds were chirping incessantly in the tree outside of her bedroom window. Victoria jumped up and looked around her. She got out of bed and ran to the wall and pounded her fists against it. Nothing changed and her hands hurt from the force of them against the plasterboard.

  “Where are you?” she shouted. But the room was silent.

  She looked back to her bed and then outside onto the busy street below. Had she dreamt it all? She went into her bathroom and ran the tap before splashing water on her face. She looked exactly the same as she had yesterday and there were no physical signs that what she thought happened had actually happened. She ran the shower, removed her nightgown and jumped underneath the hot jets. She washed her entire body and felt between her legs. Nothing was different. The sensation she had felt after her encounter with the Lord was not there… She still felt like a born-again virgin. She sighed and laughed before turning off the shower and stepping out onto the bathmat and wrapping herself in a towel.

  It was only 9 AM but she had a pot full of hot coffee brewing and her apartment felt warm for the first time in forever. She curled up on the couch and opened her laptop. She searched for “alien abduction” and a whole list of results flashed up in front of her. She hovered the cursor above alternative news articles and websites with experiences of women and men who had been taken and some of them described similar places and people that she had seen. She shifted uneasily on the couch. She had just about convinced herself that she had made the whole thing up. It was the late after-effect of too much booze and not enough sleep. She scratched her head and sipped her coffee… and then like a head-on collision, the feeling came back.

  She was being watched.

  Chapter Eight

  Victoria left work early for the first time in almost a year around two weeks later and made her way quickly to the pharmacy. It was even colder now and she had brought out the double scarf and glove combo she had chosen when it all started and the ice seemed to be inside her. When she was looking at the shelves, she felt almost embarrassed. She couldn’t even explain why she wanted to do this in the first place. But maybe she already knew the answer.

  Things had been okay for a day or two. The feeling of dread she had every time she opened her eyes clung to her, but she got used to it quickly and after a week she was so accustomed to it she felt almost protected. It was nice to know that someone out there was looking out for her. She had worked as usual and gone about her days as if nothing had changed. She avoided Helen’s requests for boozy nights out and rolled her eyes as she listened to her go on and on about her latest sugar daddy. She tried again to get Victoria to go and work at the club with her. She could tell she was feeling down and thought that she should quit her job and make some real money.

  “Honestly, Helen, I’m fine,” she had told her. And in a way, she actually meant it.

  After the second week had passed, she felt movement. It was low in her belly and rose up to her ribcage. It seemed to lay dormant during the day, but then when the world went dark, it began. Some nights she would wake and feel like she was being pummeled from the inside out. Like her intestines were being wrapped around its fists and dragged up and down.

  “Help me,” she would whisper through the dark, just hoping one of them would listen.

  She placed the test on the counter in front of the cashier and he bagged it up. She spent the last of her cash on it and walked home slowly, delaying the inevitable.

  In her bathroom she watched the clock for two minutes before she dared to pick up the white stick and check the result. She almost expected it to say she wasn’t, that she was in fact crazy and that she had imagined the whole thing. At least then she could go and root through her chest of drawers and find the leaflet for the shrink. She exhaled and said aloud, “I hope you’re all finding this funny,” and then she stood up and swiped the test from the side of the sink.

  Two pink lines….

  Pregnant.

  “Fantastic,” she smiled.

  She closed her eyes and willed him to her: Come and get me… I know now… The time is right… Come and get me…

  She lay in bed and looked up to the ceiling. The presence seemed stronger and the movements inside of her were powerful. Her belly was round, swollen, and protruding, and she knew it was going to happen. It was like her acceptance was all that was needed to bring the pregnancy to full term.

  All around her the hum of what could have been an engine started. Light flashed before her eyes before she felt weightless once more.

  The next thing she knew, she was waking up in a completely different room, in a beautiful house, with a gorgeous baby boy in a bassinet beside her. Victoria looked around and at the adorable little creature next to her. He was bright white skinned with large dark eyes and a cute little wisp of white hair.

  “Hey, cutie,” she whispered as she ran her hand down his cheek.

  “Oh, you’re awake.” The man’s voice came from the hallway and he joined her with fruit juice and toast on a tray. “I thought you might like these.”

  It was the man from the bar. The alien man who had started it all and taken her to the ship. Victoria looked up at him, bewildered, and shook her head.

  “What’s happening?” she asked.

  “You’re being rewarded,” he moved closer to her and tipped her chin up so her lips met his, before he kissed her so deliciously slow that she thought she was going to melt in his arms.

  “Rewarded?” she asked when they broke away.

  “You’re the mother of The Lord’s heir… you are going to be looked after more than you could have ever dreamed.”

  She looked down at the baby and then up to him.

  “But… you?” she said.

  “I’m a guardian,” he whispered, “I’ve been watching you for a very long time and I handpicked you for this, Victoria. The time had come, and it was right for you. This is your destiny.”

  She sank back into the bouncing soft sheets and pulled her baby onto her chest. He was amazing. A wonderful mix of alien royalty and hu
man humility. Victoria then looked up to the wonderful alien guardian by her side and felt the warmth spread throughout her body. She had finally got her happy ending… Her life had finally taken on some meaning. And she couldn’t have been happier.

  THE END

  Taken by Aliens

  Cynthia Wilde

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  Thank you so much for your interest in my work!

  Chapter one

  It all started, really, with me just innocently writing a letter to my parents. I was doing it old school style, putting pen to paper. I used to find that that felt pretty good sometimes. My parents were pretty low tech and had never gotten into computers or any of that technology. I don’t even think they owned a TV after I moved out. Anyhow, I digress.

  “Kiley, will you hurry up.” That was my best friend Jennifer, and at that moment she was wearing a white leather skirt with a black top that really didn’t leave all that much to the imagination. If I were to have gone all lezzie, I might have considered getting with her. She was the ultimate blond bombshell with the kind of tits that defy gravity to boot. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to show off, because if I had had those kinds of looks, I would have been flaunting them as well. “I put out an outfit for you. I know that you don’t have much and most of it is just jeans and shorts. The only dress you own is this white number that looks like it should be used for Sunday Services.”

  “Well, everyone can’t have a stripper’s wardrobe. Anyhow, I’ll be right with you. You know that I’m not very comfortable with social engagements. I don’t even know how you convinced me, but now that I said I’m going, you’re going to have to give me a little bit of time to finish this letter to my parents. And by the way, the dress you’re talking about is, in fact, for church.” I saw her shaking her head in disbelief, her long blond hair fanning out over her shoulders as she rolled her eyes.

  “I convinced you because you have been working too hard and now that finals are over, you need to get out and do something. This is your time to blow off some steam, maybe find some guy to take back to your room and do unspeakable things to. I know the way that you have been looking at Brian. If I had a chance, I would be putting my teeth marks into his fine ass myself.” She was blunt and to the point and there was a part of me that wished that I could be just like her. But the truth was that she saw right through me. Even though I was a little shy I really did want to just get laid. I hoped it wasn’t that obvious. Maybe it was written across my forehead so that every guy on the quad could see that I was a sexually repressed woman just looking to get some. “You can’t fool me, Kiley. You’ve been undressing him with your eyes for weeks now. It’s time that you took the bull by the horns – or by something else -and got on him already.”

  With that little pep talk, I finished up the letter, put it into an envelope and sealed it. I’d drop it in the mail on the way to the party. My parents might have been old school, but I had to admit there was something nice about getting an old fashioned letter in the mail once in a while.

  I had left my hometown in Wisconsin and at this point was in, what to me, was the big city of San Diego, California. It was a culture shock to say the least, but at least I had Jennifer to show me the lay of the land. She had been a godsend from the moment that I had met her as my freshman roommate.

  I took off my customary gray sweat pants and hung them on a chair nearby. I looked at the outfit that she had picked from her closet for me and it made me gasp with a sort of surprise. “You can’t possibly think that I’m going to wear something like this.” It was a little black dress that looked like a piece of tissue paper. I picked it up and looked at it, questioningly. Despite my misgivings, it was the feel of the material that sealed the deal for me. “I’ll wear it, but I don’t know how I feel about putting myself on display like this.” It wasn’t until I put it on and stood in front of the mirror and saw how good I looked, that I relaxed into my new image.

  I stood and admired my 5 ‘6, 120 pound body. I had curves in all the right places and dark hair that stretched all the way down to the small of my back. My breasts were not huge by any means, but they were a nice handful at least, and I had never had any complaints. In fact, I’d noticed the way that the guys looked at me and I guess I really did make a pretty picture in the blue jeans I normally wore. I always heard catcalls and whistles as I walked across the quad to class. But guys would whistle at anything it seemed sometimes. Usually I tried to put my head down and not show how embarrassed I was by the attention. In reality though a part of me loved it. The guys here were actually pretty respectful as they did their best to keep their sexual ardor to themselves. I had never had that kind of attention back home though, and it did take a little getting used to.

  “Kiley, I only wish that you were still a virgin. Brian would have been perfect for your first time. He is such a sweetheart. But, to be honest, I guess I would be surprised if you’d told me that you still were.” I thought that was sort of weird thing to say, but whatever. I had lost my virginity to a guy back in my hometown when I was 17. It was clumsy and awkward and it was hardly the experience I had been hoping for. I imagined that it never was for anyone though. Probably not for girls or guys. It was over within 30 seconds, and left me feeling dirty and wanting a whole lot more than just those 30 seconds. “It doesn’t matter; I still think you need to get with Brian. I am sure he’ll be good in the sack.”

  “I don’t even wanna know how you are so sure of that, Jennifer.” She was a bit of a slut, but I did enjoy hearing about her exploits. I am sure that they fed the desires and fantasies that I was repressing. When she talked about the sex she had had I could practically feel my panties heating up. When she regaled me with stories I would put myself into them as if it had happened to me. Sometimes I would go back over them when I was lying in bed at night. I would rub my pussy as I would imagine that it was me that was getting fucked over a pool table or by the hot jock in the locker room. I loved to fantasize.

  “I know, because a friend of mine told me that he’s amazing in bed. She said he really made her feel incredible. You know, it wasn’t just about him getting off. She said he wants a woman to feel like she is loved and cared for in the bedroom. That’s what she said, at least.” I didn’t think that was even possible. I thought all men were the same and just wanted one thing. Of course I wanted sex just like everyone else, but I was hoping for a little bit more substance than just a one night stand could provide. “I know for a fact that he likes you, because some of my guy friends have told me so. I guess he’s been talking about you.” This was the first time that I had been hearing any of this and to say that I was intrigued was an understatement.

  I looked at myself one last time and then I turned to Jennifer with a smile “What the fuck, let’s go see if I can’t find Brian and put a smile on his face. If this dress doesn’t get his attention, then I don’t know what will.” In the right light, you could practically see through the sheer material. It made me feel like I was walking around naked and I kind of liked it. There was something freeing about it. It reminded me of putting on some really high heels. It was daring but I just felt kind of sexy-powerful or something. I realized the whole move away from my small town was really allowing me to transform. After I finished a few spins in front of the mirror with a laugh, we headed downstairs and started to cross the green towards the fraternity house. I dropped the letter off along the way, just as I had told myself I would. It was nice to be able to send something home from so far away, even if it was just a little letter.

  The party was already in full swing and you could both feel as well as hear the pumping of the music in the distance as we approached. I noticed a bunch of guys hauling in what must have
been half a dozen kegs at a side door. There were jocks and brains and even a few nerds, all mixed up screaming and yelling and basically just having a lot of fun. Everyone was just blowing off steam after midterms. Despite my earlier misgivings, I started to look forward to letting it all hang out myself. I was a bit more relaxed than usual, but still maybe a little nervous. I vacillated between feeling embarrassed and empowered in the slinky dress. Sometimes I wished I could just get out of my own skin and try on somebody else’s, like Jennifer’s, for a while. Maybe then I might have a chance at some semblance of a love life, I thought.

  “I’m telling you, you’re going to knock Brian’s socks off. There won’t be a woman in that room that’s going to hold a candle to you. Kiley, you may not know this, but you are quite the dish. You have always been hot…but in that dress, forget it. He won’t stand a chance. You have the kind of body that any man would want to be with - and that any woman would be jealous of. I’m not one of them, so don’t get any ideas, but I know there are a lot of women that have expressed interest in you as well. And I don’t mean as a friend. I don’t think I have to spell it out for you.” I don’t care what she was saying, it sure sounded like she was hitting on me. I really didn’t know what to believe from her. I had no idea if it was true that women found me attractive or if I was indeed being coveted by some of the lipstick lesbians on campus. I guess that was possible. Maybe someday I would give that a whirl I thought. That was an idea I could at least entertain. I couldn’t even come close to imagining being with the “butch” types though. I think that’s what they called them, anyway.

  “I think we both know that I only have eyes for Brian – and for boys in general, for that matter.” He was what most people would consider a jock. He was in awesome shape, was on the football team, and didn’t mind showing off his muscles to anybody that wanted to look. He wasn’t a jerk about it though. He was understandably proud of his body. I just happened to be one of those that wanted to look at it as well. I made a conscious effort to be at every one of his games and I’m not sure, but I think that I was probably the loudest one in the stands. “I just hope that I didn’t put on this tight black dress for nothing.”