Abducted by Aliens (Tales From Angondra Book 1)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  Barely there shorts and shirts with little to no fabric had my heart pounding. Everywhere I turned I saw bare skin. The girl though, she was pretty covered up, and yet my heart raced faster than ever before when I heard her voice. It caressed my skin in such a strange way I couldn’t ignore her conversation even if I wanted to. I could taste the lies she spewed over the phone. Apparently her father didn’t want her at school anymore, but she played him.

  Then she glared at me, and I could feel her discomfort when she realized what I was. She played it off well, but I could hear her heart beat pick up and her pulse spiked. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or not. She didn’t seem like the type of girl that was scared of anything, and then when she ran I groaned. No girl had the right to look that delicious. I watched as she sprinted across the courtyard. She was in a rush, but I’d be seeing her again and sooner rather than later would be great. I’d finally found a reason to stick around.

  My mother worried about me mixing with the human population, but I wasn’t scared. I could take care of myself, and anyone who wanted to mess with me was sorely mistaken if they thought I’d be too scared to fight back. Each time the government had one of their silly little voting sessions we earned more rights. Soon we wouldn’t be second-class citizens anymore.

  It was only a matter of time until we’d be treated as though we belonged. I didn’t hold my breath, but I would say I was starting to feel more at home. I’d grown up outside Appleton since the beginning, and since it wasn’t a huge sector pretty much everyone either knew me or had heard of me. I didn’t get bullied much anymore since I’d already kicked all their asses. Mostly they left me alone. But this girl, I’d never seen her before. She intrigued me.

  I strolled to class and smirked when the professor glared. “Well if you’re going to stay, sit down.”

  I nodded and slid in the closest empty seat. I glanced around the room taking in all their scents and memorizing faces. Everyone stared of course except for the others like me. I was the new guy—one of the Noxiums. Some glared, some were curious, and some even licked their lips in anticipation. Oh yeah, there were some humans who wanted to fuck a Noxi just because. I’d had my fair share of offers and college would be no different. It was the place for experimentation. I wouldn’t lie, I was told I was attractive on many occasions and women threw themselves at me all the time, men too. It wouldn’t be much different here, except now there were parties and booze to give them the liquid courage to approach me.

  I wasn’t one of those typical males though. I didn’t just fuck anyone, and I didn't let people think I did. Being hard to get into bed was more valued on Suaro. Being a whore, especially as a man, didn’t look good on my home planet, not like here. I’d quickly learned that the more women a man slept with, the more popular and ‘cool’ he was. I didn’t see it. Who wanted their dick in that many holes? I shuddered. No thank you. I’d deal with the humans thinking I was a snob rather than a whore.

  I scanned the room and that’s when I saw her. Close to the middle at the end of the row. It was her. My eyes froze on her. She sat back in her seat and tapped her pen. She didn’t look my way directly, but I could tell she could see me. She frowned as if she knew I was watching her, but she kept her body relaxed and didn’t look my way. A girl next to her smiled and winked as if she thought I was looking at her, and I shook my head. She stuck out her lip pouting and crossed her arms looking away. I saw my girl chuckle. Her body shook, and the girl whispered to her.

  “What bitch?”

  My girl didn’t take it though.

  “Are you really that desperate? Put your tits away and have some self-respect.”

  I covered my mouth with my hand to hold back my laughter. Even though she whispered the room was so quiet that almost everyone heard the conversation. Others laughed and the professor looked beneath his glasses in shock.

  “That’s enough ladies,” he said. Then the lesson began. “Now since the new laws have passed, it’s time to do something different.

  “How many Noxiums are in this class?”

  Myself and about fifteen others raised our hands.

  “Good, now come up here and write you name on a piece of paper. I stood curious as to what was going on, but shrugged as I made my way past the humans. I wrote my name and stuffed it in the hat. After all of us had gone to stand to the side when he started calling names. A girl stood and came down the steps.

  “Pick a name.”

  She nibbled her lip and picked out a piece of paper. “Aux?”

  The Noxi stepped forward and smiled. “You got it.”

  The girl smiled back timidly and smiled back. And a match was made in heaven.

  The teacher threw us all a curveball. “You two are going to be partners for the whole semester. Every project you do will be done together. You will sit together, and get to know each other. As of right now he is your new best friend. At the end of the semester you will write a paper on your partner. I want to see how well you’ve paid attention. This is about socializing people. Put how your parents raised you aside. In this class we are equal.”

  Hell, he was a fuckin’ genius. Making us interact with one another would force a change.

  There were mutters and a few of the humans stood up and walked out. I watched my girl, waiting to see if she would leave, she didn’t. I stood patiently waiting for her. I prayed to the heavens she picked my name. I didn’t want her partnered up with any of those other fools. She was my human.

  I stood as the others of my kind were partnered up. Finally a name was called.

  “Hannah,” the professor said, and I knew it was her.

  She stood and made her way down the stairs with her head held high. She radiated confidence, and it was hot as hell. She didn’t bat her lashes or pout. She picked out a slip of paper, and I willed it to be mine.

  “Wyser.”

  Hot damn, and she said it right. “That’s me,” I said and stepped forward.

  Recognition hit and she glared. “Oh this is going to be so much fun,” she said deadpanned. No one caught her sarcasm, but I chuckled.

  “It certainly is.” I wanted to jump around, and then I realized I needed to beat the shit out of myself. I was acting like some girl, but this girl—Hannah—she was something, and I had to figure her out.

  Chapter 3

  Hannah

  How was it possible I ended up partnered with the Noxi that I just so happened to see before class? The one who made my heart thump in my chest? He looked at me with that boyish smirk, and he seemed like any other cocky boy on campus. If he didn’t show the tale-tell signs of being a Noxi, no one would suspect he was any different than your typical college boy. I wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but he was attractive. Everything about his appearance was so different than my own.

  The professor partnered up the rest of the class as we all stood and digested the fact that we would be spending a lot of time with one another and most of the other humans, much like me, were raised to hate. We didn’t like what we didn’t understand. It was a fear of the unknown that created the palpable hatred.

  Wyser stood with his shoulders slouched and his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He wore an easy smile and there was a light in his eyes. He was one of those boys that drove me nuts. He didn’t take things seriously, and he made a joke out of everything. “You ready to get to know me, partner?” he asked.

  I grumbled. The semester just got a whole lot longer. I couldn’t fail a class. Not when I did my best to keep my 4.00 average. It was too important to me, and I wasn’t going to let one annoying Noxi throw me off my path. I plastered on the smile reserved for my father and brother and nodded. “Of course.”

  He didn’t buy my fakeness and shook his head with a small smile. He led me to where he had been sitting and I sighed. “Give me a second; I’ve got to get my stuff.”

  His barely there nod frustrated me, and I spun to get my things. I wasn’t going to let my upbringing ruin things for me. I could be his frie
nd. It would be easy to get to know him because if I was honest I was intrigued by his species. They’d been around for most of my life.

  The girl who sat next to me slouched in her chair glaring at me. She was pathetic. “What are you looking at bitch?”

  I sighed already sick of her. “Absolutely nothing.”

  “I’ll bet you take a ride on that delectable body before the semester is up.”

  I shuddered. “Doubtful, I’m not like you. I won’t spread for anything with a penis.”

  I grabbed my bag, sent her one last glare, and walked away. She must have had a thing for Wyser because she was awfully pissed I was partnered with him. When I dropped my bag by the desk and plopped down he raised a brow.

  “Problem with your own kind?”

  I waved it off. “It’s nothing new on my end. Apparently she has a thing for you because she is certainly pissy I got partnered with you.”

  He nodded and sat back. “I’ve seen her around. She’s one of those who want to fuck one of us because it’s ‘risky’.”

  I didn’t bat a lash at his language. “Ah, so you have groupies. How very cool for you.”

  He leaned forward and tapped his finger on my desk shaking his head. “Not my thing. The others may like it, but you’ll learn I’m not like the others. I’m pickier than that.”

  The way his eyes traveled over my body didn’t go unnoticed, and I glared to cover up my unease. He was too confident and a cocky little bastard.

  The professor’s TA slid a paper on my desk and the professor’s drone voice snapped Wyser’s attention from me.

  “The paper my assistant gave you is the semester’s list of assignments, instructions, and due dates. You’re adults now. I don’t need to babysit you. If you choose not to show up to class anymore that’s you’re problem, but you better hope you find someone who cares enough to take notes. Things will speed up now, and I expect you to be able to keep up. Good luck.”

  Wyser slid his hand across my desk and brushed my arm with his fingers when he picked up the paper. I ignored the way my stomach fluttered by that one single touch. I was not affected. That’s what I would keep telling myself if I had to.

  “Looks like we get to spend a lot of time together. Where do you want to work? I don’t like to procrastinate, and the more we get done early the better for both of us.”

  He looked the paper over. “Well, I’m in a room with two other guys who are not nearly as polite as me. They’ll hound someone like you until you are forced to rip them a new one.”

  Humor danced in his eyes and I rolled my eyes. “I guess you saw my earlier—release of anger?”

  “Honey, I think the whole school knows about that, and I just arrived on campus today.”

  My back straightened. “My name is Hannah, not honey, not baby, not sweetie, and certainly not any other pet name you might think is cute—” I face him and glared. “Got it?”

  He leaned closer, too close and whispered, “And my name is Wyser, not Noxi, or freak, or freaky bastard—” he licked his lips and glared right back. “I think we’re clear on what’s acceptable and not?”

  I sighed. “I’m not a bigot,” I said. I didn’t want to be, but with how I was raised, and I certainly had to retrain my own brain.

  He leaned back and chuckled. “Sure, says the girl who was raised by Eli Nichols.”

  I gasped.

  “Yeah, I know who you are. I’ve heard things already. But I’ll tell you this right now. I won’t take your close minded hate, but I also won’t judge you by who your father is if you don’t judge me by my species. There are exceptions to everything in life.”

  My cheeks burned with anger. How dare he assume anything about me? Now it was my turn to lean into his space. “Hey you jerk, I hate equally. It’s got nothing to do with race—or species. I may be Eli’s daughter, but other than my temper and possible bad attitude I’m not like him. I left to get away from the shit that’s been ingrained into my brain my whole life. I don’t know what you’ve heard, but here is the first thing you need to get clear—don’t listen to every fucking thing you hear. You’ll get a crap ton of misinformation.”

  By the time I’d finished my angry rant he was smiling, and I knew he got me riled on purpose. I sat back with a huff and crossed my arms. I usually was able to keep my cool better than that.

  “Calm down, Hannah, I was giving you shit, but there are a lot of rumors floating around about ‘the Hannah Nichols’. I wasn’t sure if you were aware.”

  “I am, but I don’t care what people think of me.”

  “Clearly not,” he said and his voice screamed of sarcasm.

  “New subject. How about we just study like normal students at the library.”

  He shrugged. “Whatever you want, princess.”

  Oh he was going to test my temper, already I felt my anger boiling over the surface, but it was mixed with another feeling I choose to ignore. His smile was driving me nuts, and already I wanted wipe it right off of his face.

  Chapter 4

  Wyser

  The bell rang and Hannah stood so fast her desk rocked. I grabbed her hand without thinking and she gasped yanking it from me. Her eyes were wide, and I couldn’t hold back my groan. Her skin was soft, and her wide green eyes looked so innocent.

  “Please don’t touch me,” she ground out through clenched teeth.

  I should have been offended, but I didn’t think my touch freaked her out because I was a Noxi, I think it had to do with the fact that I was part of the male species, and she seemed to hate men.

  “Sorry,” I replied and I was. I didn’t go out of my way to make people uncomfortable it just happened naturally. It was a gift. “I was goin’ to ask if you wanted to meet tonight to get started. I have to keep my grades up or my mom will yank my ass out of school. She already doesn’t want me here.” I didn’t come to college just for the fun of it. I wanted an education. Noxiums loved to learn and we prided ourselves on intelligence.

  She stared as if she was trying to figure out if I was serious or not and I chuckled. “I’m not messin’ with you.”

  “Sure, it has to be later though. I have classes until eight.”

  “Whenever is good with me.”

  “Sure okay, but the library closes at ten so we won’t have long unless we work in the dorms.” She blushed as if she realized how she sounded. “I didn’t mean—”

  “Stop, its fine, I know you didn’t mean anything.” She was too easy. It was going to be fun messing with her. For a girl with such a tough ass reputation she sure seemed flustered. “We can hang in my room. I can kick the other guys out.”

  “No that’s okay I have my own room. Girls don’t like me, so I’ve been lucky enough to have my own space.”

  I raised a brow. “Okay where’s it at? I’ll meet you there at what, 8:30?”

  “That’s fine, room 302Ab. It’s the second floor of the female’s building.”

  “Okay, see you later Hannah,” I said and stood grabbing my bag from the ground. I sauntered away, and this time it was Hannah who watched me walk away. I felt her stare and her confusion. She didn’t want to be interested in me, but she was. It was the same way I felt; only I liked it. It was a new feeling—exciting. I’d never really liked someone, at least not at first meeting. She was special, and I was going to take every advantage of having her as my partner all semester.

  I went back to my room and fell on my mattress. I lay on my back with my arms behind my head and stared at the ceiling. It was going to be a long ass day. I didn’t have any classes, and the rest of the day would be waiting for tonight. I was looking forward to spending time with her. Getting to know her like the professor instructed. His assignments gave me the best excuse to ask as many questions as I wanted.

  * * * *

  I sat under the stars relaxed. My eyes were about to shut when a figure approached. She was beautiful, and the tiny maroon dress did nothing to cover up her ample curves. My eyes traveled down her body and linger
ed on the dip of her waist to her hips, and then back up to her tits. The fabric was sheer and her nipples pebbled out begging to be tasted. I sat up and crooked my finger at her. She smiled and came towards me. The wind blew strands of her strawberry blonde hair across her cheek. She pushed them back behind her ear, and then her hands were on my shoulders. She pushed me back onto the grass. My clothes were gone and the feel of her hands was intoxicating. She ran the tips of her fingers down my chest as she climbed on top on me. Her legs straddled mine, and I groaned when I felt the thin fabric of her barley there panties rub across my cock.

  In an instant I was hard. She leaned her chest against mine and her tits brushed my skin. I slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders slowly, and she shivered rubbing against me. I felt her panties dampen and groaned. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. “I want you naked, princess.”

  She nodded, and then I felt nothing but soft warm flesh over me. I gasped when I felt her pussy. She was bare, and I wanted so badly to sink inside of her, but not yet. First I wanted to worship her.

  I flipped her onto the ground and she gasped. “Touch me,” she pleaded. Never before had I heard anything sexier.

  I kissed her lips and tasted caramel. Her lips were soft, and she opened for me without any resistance and then her fingers gripped my hair, holding me close. I rubbed my dick against her slit and shook with need when her essence coated me. The scent of our arousal filled my senses and the beast inside of me raged. I wanted—so bad, and I wanted her.

  She kissed me again, and when her tongue met mine I gripped my cock and rubbed the head against her clit. She gasped and lifted her hips ready to take me. But then her eyes shot open.

  “I can’t, not yet.”

  “Why not?” I mean we were so close. My hands shook holding myself back from driving into her and making her mine.