Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart

by Opal Carew, Cathryn Fox, Eve Langlais, T. J. Michaels, Teresa Morgan, Sharon Page, Mandy Rosko, S. E. Smith, Pepper Winters

  "You are awake." He stated the obvious.

  "No kidding." She didn’t move for fear of inadvertently titillating him and giving her body more ideas than it needed. Already, the heat radiating from his body, suspended over hers, made her nipples pebble and her cleft moisten further.

  "You appear displeased." He didn’t seem surprised.

  "You took advantage of me," she accused.

  His dark brows shot up and his lip curled into a sneer. "In your dreams, Earthling. You mauled me. I simply took what you offered, make that almost begged me to take. "

  The jerk would point out that fact. "I was drunk and you took advantage to fuck me."

  He snorted as he rolled off her and her body immediately mourned the loss of his warmth. "If you are implying I plowed your sex, then you’re mistaken. I’m not into unconscious females."

  "Then how do you explain my nakedness? While I remember kissing you, as I recall, I wore clothes at the time."

  "I stripped you for your comfort. Next time I’ll just dump your drunken carcass onto the floor and keep the bed to myself."

  She didn’t like the callous way he acted, and refused to admit she might have brought it on herself with her accusations. "You’re a jerk." Who obviously didn’t like what he saw enough to take advantage. She didn’t understand why that bothered her. She should have celebrated the fact she remained relatively untouched.

  "Shrew."

  They glared at each other over the expanse of the bed and that’s when her eyes strayed, catching on to the fact that she currently had one very big, naked alien to peruse. And oh my freaking god, he appeared hotter than she fuzzily recalled.

  Muscles delineated his upper body and she sucked in a breath at the sight of the rings piercing his skin where she noticed a lack of nipples. He’d quite enjoyed the way she’d tugged and sucked on his pectoral ornaments, and her pussy moistened further in remembrance. She couldn’t help her eyes from straying down his rock hard abs—who owned their own little abs—down to the vee of his hips. Lacking modesty, apparently, since he stood proudly with no attempt at covering himself, she let her gaze wander even lower to his hairless groin. From between his heavily muscled thighs, his massive cock jutted, stained a dark mauve color while its thick head blushed pink. And that’s when she noticed the freakiest thing.

  "Oh, my fucking god, you’ve been neutered!"

  "What?" he barked, planting his hands on his hips which drew even more attention to his crotch area—his ball-less crotch area.

  "Neutered, spayed or whatever the hell you call it when you’ve had your balls chopped off. Dear god, don’t tell me that’s how you aliens practice birth control?" Megan couldn’t help the horror that seeped into her voice. And he called humans barbaric.

  Wider and wider, his eyes grew, his throat working soundlessly. When he finally managed to utter something, it emerged a cross between a snort and laughter. "You are absolutely insane. What are you talking about?"

  "Your balls. You know, the two round things that hang under your dick. What happened to them? Did they take them from you when they sliced off your nipples?"

  A pair of purple hands came up to cover his face, and his shoulders shook as he mumbled under his breath.

  Megan leaned forward, ignoring her own nudity as she got closer in case he needed a shoulder to cry on. Her observation might have lacked diplomacy, but she could at least be kind about the fact he found himself maimed.

  "There, there. Don’t cry. I’m sorry. It’s just, how awful for you that you’ve been mutilated. Did it hurt? Can you still function, like, you know, a man down there?" Judging by his rapidly dwindling cock, she had to wonder at his ability to cum. Perhaps an inability to ejaculate was why he’d not molested her when he had the perfect chance.

  Noise came from behind his hands and it sounded suspiciously like laughter. She frowned at him.

  "Earthling," he managed to sputter in a choked voice. "You should have chosen a career in the comedic arts." He peeled his hands away and she saw his face twisted in a rictus of mirth. "Those balls, as you call them, are tucked into my body, as is the case with all of my kind. Only a less evolutionized race would keep their seed sacs out in the open where they are vulnerable to damage. As for nipples, females have nipples, not males. Why would we? We are not the ones who feed the young. There is nothing wrong with me. You, however, you’re one to talk about deformity with your two breasts and that hole in your stomach."

  Megan gaped at him. "Deformity?" She grabbed her heavy breasts and held them up. "Do these look deformed to you? I think my tits are perfectly beautiful, thank you. And as for my belly button, all humans have one. It’s because we’re normal."

  "Says you," he retorted. Despite his assertion she was far from perfect, he couldn’t hide the fact his cock rapidly re-inflated at her self-grope.

  A glaring match ensued as they tried to stare each other down—his prick straining and her pussy soaking—and they might have remained at an impasse for a while had the ship’s computer not interrupted.

  "Approaching way station, Lokihaj. Recommend docking for refueling and repair of malfunctioning thruster."

  Tren growled as he turned to stalk away, and Megan sucked in a breath at the view of his toned back and ass, purple perfection that made her hands itch to stroke and pinch. Maybe I should have handled this morning differently? In other words, held her tongue, let him probe her with that purple dick of his and then draw a silent conclusion on his prowess, balls or not.

  Pride wouldn’t let her call him back to apologize, and he seemed hell bent on ignoring her which kind of miffed her. I mean, if he really liked what happened last night and what he saw, shouldn’t he be trying harder to get another piece? His cock sure seemed willing to give it a go. Instead, the pirate slapped his hand on the wall and a compartment opened from which he pulled clean shirts and pants, a set of which he flung at her without looking. Another slap and a new door opened and he walked out of the room.

  Megan tugged on the garments as she wished fervently for a toilet followed by a shower and a comb to freshen herself. She’d understood enough of the computer’s message to understand they’d reached some kind of civilization. Not sure how this helped her, but determined to have a say in her fate, she strode into the adjoining room after Tren.

  She found herself in a white haven she guessed passed as a bathroom given it had some kind of shower enclosure and a long counter with a pile of his clothes. What she really wanted to know, as did her bladder, was where the toilet hid? Instead, she asked, "Where are we going?"

  Standing in a glassed cubicle, his shape appeared blurry as he turned to face her. "We are going nowhere. You will stay on the ship while I conduct business," he replied, his voice muffled.

  She thought about taking offense at his high handed manner, but curiosity prompted to ask, "What are you doing?"

  "Cleansing myself, of course."

  Megan craned her head from side to side as she watched lights flashing up and down his body. "How does it work? I don’t hear any water."

  He snorted. "We’re in space, not at a resort. On board the ship, we use lasers to cleanse our bodies and rid ourselves of waste."

  She wrinkled her nose. It didn’t sound like much fun. "Does it hurt?"

  "You tell me." Quicker than she could scream, he’d pushed open the cubicle door and yanked her in.

  In the close confines of his waterless shower, she couldn’t help awareness of his body—his big, naked and virile body. She kept her eyes riveted on the goatee covering his chin. "Smooth move, but in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m dressed dumbass."

  "Not for long," he announced with a smirk.

  "What?" She squeaked as something tickled her arm. She looked to the side and watched as the clothes she wore disintegrated into nothing. Panicked, she tried to whirl to escape, expecting to follow her garments into molecular nothingness at any moment.

  Brawny arms wrapped around her and halted her escape. "Calm yourself, Ear
thling. The lasers won’t hurt your flesh or hair. Only foreign and waste substances are evaporated."

  His words of reassurance didn’t stop her from pressing back against him, flesh to flesh. It also didn’t stop the flare of awareness that they both were nude, and he appeared very happy to see her judging by the poking above her backside—a very thick and hard poke. To distract herself, she spoke. "Stop calling me Earthling. My name is Megan."

  "Odd you should ask that seeing as how you’ve called me everything but my own title."

  Megan bit her lip as she recalled the numerous names she’d used for him. "Fair enough, Tren."

  "Thank you, Megan." He bent down to whisper her name in her ear and she shivered. "Now turn."

  "Wh-what?"

  "So the lasers can get your buttocks. It won’t work if you insist on plastering yourself against me. Or is this your way of saying you’d like me to copulate with you?"

  "I really dislike you," she grumbled as she turned. She raised her eyes to meet his instead of lowering to see his prick, which jabbed her in the belly. She also resisted an urge to drop to her knees and see just what his giant purple Popsicle tasted like.

  "Good. I’d hate to think you’ll miss me when I sell you. Your new owner might take offence if you were to pine for me."

  She didn’t think about it, she just slugged him in the stomach and then yelled as she brought her throbbing fist to her mouth. She’d forgotten about his rock hard body.

  The jerk laughed.

  Not even blinking, she brought her knee up, and connected with the underside of his cock. She enjoyed a moment’s satisfaction as he shut up before she realized what she’d done. He asked for it. She didn’t stick around to see if he agreed.

  Exiting with as much dignity as she could while naked as a jay bird, she grabbed his clothes off the white counter and strode out into the bedroom to dress for the second time that morning. At least she didn’t feel grimy anymore and her bladder no longer ached. A shower and toilet in one, but without an ick factor? She grudgingly admitted the coolness of it. She patted her hair out of curiosity and discovered it didn’t feel like straw anymore. Interesting. She wondered what else the shower could do.

  Dressed, she bent over the table and peered at the wall he’d used the night before to feed them. Squiggles marked its surface and she sighed as she realized she had no idea what to do.

  "What are you doing?" His gravelly voice sounded right behind her and she jumped, but didn’t turn to face him. Not when he was probably pissed at her knee action in the shower. Will he spank me? Throw me onto the bed and ravish me like a pirate? Lock me in the brig? He did nothing.

  She restrained a sigh. Surely she didn’t want him to lose control, or did she? "I was looking for coffee, or at the very least, something hot and imbued with caffeine."

  His body bumped up into hers as he invaded her space. Her heart stuttered. "What are you doing?"

  "Giving you what you asked for."

  Oh god, what does he think I want? Judging by the thick cock pushing against her backside, it appeared as though he thought she needed a good hard fuck. He might be right.

  His purple hand reached over her and…punched the wall in a sequence that lit up lights in the control panel. The hole in the wall opened and she eyed the steaming mug with suspicion, and a little disappointment, which increased when he moved away.

  Holding in another sigh, she grabbed the cup and stared at its murky contents. Did she dare drink it? "Are you mad at me?" she asked.

  "No."

  "Are you sure? Because I’d really hate to be poisoned because you’re pissed I hurt you."

  He chuckled and the sound sent a shiver right down her spine and tickled her cleft. "You think highly of yourself if you believe your feeble blow hurt. Startled, yes, but you’d have to try a lot harder to injure me."

  "Is that a dare?" She giggled when he growled. "Seriously, though, is this beverage going to screw with me like your wine did?"

  "No. Now drink it and behave yourself while I conduct business."

  She took a gulp of the hot liquid and swallowed happily. Nutty with a hint of bitter, it reminded her of a flavored coffee. It also bolstered her resolve. "You are not leaving me here by myself." She turned to face him as she spoke and caught him dressed only in pants, his shirt still in his hands. He turned those clear blue eyes her way, his expression too smooth for her to trust. What did he plan? Was he even now plotting how quickly he could sell her? And why did she want to cross the room and play with the silver rings piercing his chest?

  "The place I am going to is not safe for females."

  "But I’d be with you. Besides, what if you don’t come back? I’d be stuck here and probably starve to death since I don’t know how to work any of your damned buttons." She slapped the mug down on the table.

  He sighed as he pulled his shirt on over his head and hid his magnificent torso. "You are truly trying my patience, Megan. There is nothing in this way station dangerous enough to keep me from coming back."

  "Says you," she replied mulishly, crossing her arms over her chest.

  "Yes, says me. Besides, how do you expect to join me when you have nothing to cover your feet?"

  Megan looked down at her bare toes and bit her lip. Her lack of foot apparel hadn’t occurred to her. "You’re a pirate. Aren’t you supposed to have like booty on board? Surely, you can find me a pair of shoes to wear."

  Was that the sound of him gnashing his teeth? "I am not a pirate. I am an acquisitions specialist."

  Megan chuckled. "You’re not serious, are you?" She caught a glimpse of his austere mien, and laughed harder. "Oh my god, you are. That’s funny. I hate to break it to you, my giant, purple buccaneer, but on my world, the plundering of items and people without purchasing them first makes you a pirate."

  "You are aggravating me again," he growled with narrowed eyes. She kind of liked it when he did that, not that she’d admit it aloud.

  "What are you going to about it? Make me walk the plank?" Megan cracked up so hard, she fell onto the chair, and thus she missed him leaving, but she did catch his parting remark.

  "I’ll be back to pillage you later."

  What should have sounded like a threat, made her tingle instead. Totally unacceptable, but forewarned, she had time to prepare.

  She wouldn’t give in without a fight.

  * * *

  Tren entered the pit station in a foul mood. Pirate indeed. I’m not a thief. A mercenary, yes, but I don’t steal. He didn’t count acquiring renewable resources from unsuspecting planets. In order for something to be counted as a theft someone needed to notice it was gone. And is someone missing, Megan? He told his conscious to shut up. He’d never meant to kidnap her, and as a matter of fact, if he hadn’t accidentally abducted her, she would have drowned. That made him a hero, not a scurvy pirate. He’d point that fact out to her when he returned. He couldn’t wait to hear her rebuttal.

  While the task of refueling his ship was accomplished with ease, a lack of parts for his vessel meant he’d have to delay the repair of the thruster engine, which in turn meant another stop before he could offload Megan.

  Perhaps he should invest in some ear coverings to shut out her ranting? He chuckled as he imagined her reaction, then he caught himself. He did not find her amusing. Not in the least. With a scowl plastered to his face, he stalked through the almost deserted space station, barely noticing the sparse inhabitants that scattered from his path. A bright swath of color at a vendor’s stall caught his eye and he pivoted.

  Too many credits spent later, he returned to the ship with a package tucked under one arm.

  Before heading to his quarters and the feisty earthling, he made a detour to his bridge. While setting a course for their next stop and answering communications received while he visited the barbarian galaxy, he also ensured the ship provided a meal for his captive. He wanted her well-fed when he next visited her. She’d need energy for what he planned. Or hoped to have occur. Mak
ing assumptions in her case could prove erroneous given she didn’t react like any female he’d ever known. It was admittedly the most frustrating thing about her and also the most fascinating.

  His work in the command room took longer than expected, but when he finally did make his way to his room, anticipation coursed through him. He refused to examine his eagerness to see her. A few times, during his tedious work, he’d thought of asking the computer to provide him a video link to his room. He’d abstained. It smacked too much of desperation and he refused to succumb to that type of pitiful weakness.

  But when he stepped into the room and discovered it in shambles, he cursed his lack of foresightedness. Then cursed again as something hard hit him in the head.

  "What in frukx are you doing?" he bellowed.

  Megan about to swing his boot at him again, stopped and scowled. "I was trying to knock you out so I could escape this room. And it would have worked, too, if you didn’t have such a bloody thick skull."

  Curiosity made him ask, "And then what would you have done after you rendered me unconscious?"

  She shrugged. "I don’t know. Made it to your bridge and commandeered the ship I guess."

  Tren tried to hold it in. Truly he did, but the laughter burst free from him, and got louder the darker her look became.

  "I don’t see what’s so funny," she muttered, crossing her arms in a way that pushed up her delectable breasts.

  Tren snorted. "Firstly, you’d need something harder and require a lot more strength to subdue me with a simple blow. Secondly, my ship would never have responded to you."

  "What about three?" she asked.

  "There is no three. You would have never made it past the first two."

  "Good to know. I’ll make sure I revise my plan for next time."