Huen: Sci-Fi and Fantasy Romance (Zhekan Mates Book 2)

by E. A. James

  He shook his head and brought his lips closer. Just before he kissed me, he mumbled, "Angie, babe. I just did."

  ***THE END***

  Captured by the Alien Dragon

  CHAPTER ONE

  Something was wrong. No, not something—everything. Everything was wrong. Even the air tasted different. It was sweeter, like it was cleaner or purer. Chelsea didn’t want to open her eyes. She could sense that there were other people in the room with her. She didn’t want to see them.

  The last thing she remembered, she was out walking her dog. It was a nice day, and she wanted to be outside. Work had stressed her out, her boyfriend was driving her crazy, and she was pretty sure there wasn’t enough money in her bank account to pay rent.

  It was dusk, and the sun, setting in the distance, filled the sky with an orange, pink, purple color that relaxed her. But, suddenly, the warm relaxing tones were gone, and in their place was a bright, almost blinding white light. She looked around, to see if anyone was there who could confirm that she wasn’t going crazy. But, she was alone. The light got brighter, and in the distance, she saw something—a large, dark shape.

  And that was it. That was all she remembered.

  She heard people shuffling back and forth all around her, but no one was saying anything. She knew she was lying down, and it seemed like she was in a hospital room. But there was no quiet beeping of monitors or the sickeningly sweet smell that so often accompanied a place like that.

  “She’s waking up,” someone finally spoke.

  “Should I get him?” another voice asked.

  “Not yet,” the first replied.

  “Where am I?” Chelsea finally mustered the courage to ask. She kept her eyes closed, however.

  No one answered her. They just continued to hurriedly move around. She felt someone reach out and take her forearm, wrapping their warm fingers around it.

  When they released her, she opened her eyes—very slowly. The faces of the people working silently around her were serious, but not stern. There were three of them. They were all women, and they were all amazingly beautiful. They all had dark, tanned skin and deep brown, almost black eyes. Their hair was dark black as well. They all looked alike and different at the same time.

  The person in the room that didn’t fit in was her. She had pale skin, light blue eyes, and naturally bleach blond hair. Not to mention that all of the women were stick thin. Chelsea was a curvy, voluptuous woman and proud of it.

  “Where am I?” she asked again.

  They all turned and looked at her at the same time. “You need to rest,” one of them said, stepping forward.

  “Did I pass out?” Chelsea asked, looking around her. The room was weird. She couldn’t figure out why, though. There was a door and a small TV screen hanging in the corner. There was a chair and table pushed up against the wall, and the bed she was lying in was more or less your typical hospital bed. She couldn’t figure out what was so strange about that place.

  “You need to rest,” the woman said to her again. She looked down at something she was carrying in her hand. It looked like a large tablet. She pushed a few buttons on the screen and looked over at her colleagues. “We can leave. We’re done here.”

  They all turned to exit the room without looking back at her. And then she was alone. Still confused, she looked around the room again, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. It wasn’t the typical sterile-feeling hospital room. It almost had a warm, inviting feel to it. The lights gave off a light orange glow, instead of an intense yellow-white color. But, that wasn’t the only thing different about it.

  Slowly, a realization washed over her. There were no heart monitors or any of the other pieces of equipment that would signify she was in a hospital. There were no windows, either. Weren’t there always windows in hospital rooms? Maybe not always windows facing the outdoors but at least ones that provided the nurses and doctors the ability to look into the room?

  She glanced down at her arm, where one of the women had taken hold of her. It was hard to see at first, but if she squinted, she could make out a tiny, blinking light coming from under her skin.

  That’s when she started to panic. She screamed and yelled and flailed about. She pushed herself up out of the bed, letting the sheets fall to the floor around her, revealing that she was completely naked. Still panicked, she ran to the door and tried to open it. It didn’t budge.

  Where the hell was she? She kicked at the door and continued to demand answers. It was a while before she finally collapsed into a heap on the ground, tears streaming from her eyes and her heart nearly beating out of her chest.

  In that instant, the very second she fell quiet; a man’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you calm? If you’re calm, I’ll give you all the answers you want.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  When he entered, she felt like the air became slightly warmer. Maybe it was the fact that her heart was still racing, causing her to feel like she was being consumed in a cloud of heat. Or maybe it was because the way he looked at her seemed to burn down inside her, making her feel weak and vulnerable. Or, maybe it was just him.

  “Ms. Nelson,” he said to her dryly, “if you will.” He gestured to her bed, indicating that he wanted her to return to it.

  As she pushed herself up, she became very aware that she had nothing on. She felt her cheeks burn red with embarrassment as she hurried back to cover herself with the sheet.

  Her face was still wet with tears, and her hands still trembling. She felt light-headed from her fit and scared—she was still very scared.

  “How do you know my name?” she asked him, her voice shaking.

  “We know a lot about you,” he said pulling one of the chairs over to the side of her bed. “Let me start by introducing myself,” he began once he took his seat. “My name is Silas.”

  “Silas,” she repeated. “Silas what?”

  “Just call me Silas,” he said sternly. “I am in charge of everything around here.”

  She looked at him, waiting for him to tell here where “here” was.

  He tilted his head to the side and observed her closely. “You’re frightened.”

  “Of course, I’m frightened,” she almost yelled. “No one is telling me what is going on!”

  “Before I do that, before I tell you what is going on, I want you to know that this is only temporary. Just remember that.”

  She felt a shiver of fear wash over her. “All right,” she agreed hesitantly.

  “I think the easiest way to say it is with a term that your kind has come to be familiar with,” he leaned forward and spoke slowly. “You were abducted, Ms. Nelson.”

  Her jaw dropped open and she sat, motionless for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, she heard the room fill with a hysterical laughter. She realized, shortly after, that it was she who was laughing.

  “Abducted?” she asked, breathless.

  “To be honest, I’ve never been a fan of the term myself, but it’s your language, not mine.” He still spoke calmly, slowly. If this was a joke, he wasn’t letting on.

  She observed him closely as a sinking feeling started to overtake her. He had the same tan skin and dark eyes that the women did. He had shaggy, dark hair that hung loosely around his chiseled face. If he was telling the truth—if she really was taken by a group of extraterrestrials—they were nothing like the green-skinned, buggy-eyed aliens she had seen in the movies.

  “Why?” she asked, not sure what else to say.

  “The simplest answer is that my people are dying out. We can’t reproduce anymore. But, you earthlings are reproducing so quickly that your planet is on the verge of becoming overpopulated. We want to know why that is. What is it about humans that make you so fertile?”

  “Fertile?” she repeated the word with a giggle. He shot her a very serious look that quickly forced the smile to fade from her face.

  She wasn’t freaking out anymore. For some reason, simply having an answer was enough to
relax her. Perhaps the answer should have freaked her out even more, but it didn’t.

  He stared at her intently, looking almost confused. “You’re not going to get angry?”

  “Angry? Why would I be angry?”

  “We plucked you up with no concern for how you felt about it, and you’re not going to get upset about that?”

  “It’s not like I had much going on for me there, anyway,” she replied with a shrug.

  It was true. She was in a relationship that was going nowhere, in a job that had no future, and in a deep mound of debt.

  “Very well,” he said, crunching his eyebrows together and giving her a puzzled look before turning to leave the room.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Over the next few days, she saw a lot of different people, who all looked more or less the same. No one said much to her. They simply came in, waved a little device over the blinking light in her arm and left. Occasionally, they would ask her a few questions, and jot down her answers on their over-sized tablets with a quick nod.

  She wondered if Silas would return to see her. She had heard his voice outside her room a few times, but he never entered.

  She found the courage to ask for him once or twice, but no one ever acknowledged her comments. It seemed, however, that her efforts paid off when he appeared at her door one day.

  “You wanted to see me?” he asked as he pulled the chair to the side of her bed and sat down.

  “You’re the only one who will talk to me,” she explained.

  “That’s something you require?” he asked her in the same monotone voice.

  She looked at him confused. “Require?” she asked. “No, I suppose I don’t require it. But, it’s nice, and this is all very hard to process.”

  He nodded and leaned back in his chair. “What would you like to talk about, then?”

  “I still don’t know exactly what’s going on,” she pointed out.

  “Well, you’re on one of our main ships. I’m the captain of said ship. We’re in transit to our planet Verdus.”

  “And what happens when we get there?”

  “I am not at liberty to tell you that,” he replied in his usual dry tone.

  “You said I could go home, though.”

  “And you will. In fact, we’ll drop you back in the same exact moment we took you. Don’t worry, you won’t miss anything.”

  “Is the ship big?” she asked, struggling to change the topic.

  He seemed surprised by her question. He shifted his weight around and studied her closely. “That’s your question?”

  “Yes,” she answered bluntly.

  “Everyone else we took with you is on the verge of a breakdown, Ms. Nelson. For your own benefit, I shouldn’t be telling you that. But, I have to ask, why aren’t you?”

  “Would it matter? Would it change anything if I yelled and screamed and got angry?”

  “No.”

  “Then what’s the point?”

  He let out a soft laugh. Up to that point, she had never seen one of his people smile before. She liked it—especially on him. It almost seemed to soften his harsh features and filled her with a momentary sense of comfort.

  “You want to see the ship?” he asked pushing himself to his feet.

  “Yes,” she nodded eagerly.

  “Fine,” he said, still in a dry tone.

  He held out his hand to her. She reached out, hesitantly, to take it. The moment their skin touched she noticed a sort of heat coming off of him. It seemed to fill her.

  When they exited the room he dropped her hand quickly. She immediately felt the eyes of everyone in the hall turn their attention to them. With a quick wave, however, Silas dismissed them and they continued with their work.

  He led her down one hallway after the next. They all had the same orange-tinted lights that were in her room.

  “It’s not what I expected,” she noted as they rounded a corner into a large open space.

  “What do you mean?” he asked, turning to face her.

  “It’s inviting,” she said, her eyes scanning the room. They were in what appeared to be a meeting area. There were large, plush white couches lining the walls, and enormous screens hanging everywhere. Plants were growing out of the ground, creating a pathway through the space.

  “Compared to what?”

  “You know, in the movies everything in space ships is sleek and sterile feeling. But here, it’s warm and comfortable.”

  “Ah yes, movies. All I will say is that you shouldn’t believe everything you see in the movies,” he said as he turned and continued leading her forward.

  As they walked, she noticed that there were less and less people around them. “Where is everyone?” she asked.

  “It’s late,” he answered quickly. “They’re probably sleeping.”

  “So you do that? You sleep?”

  He turned to look at her, the smile once again on his lips. He let out a soft laugh and asked, “What do you think we are, Ms. Johnson?”

  “Aliens,” she replied quickly.

  He increased his grip on her hand. “You’re an interesting woman, you know that?”

  “Me?” she laughed. “What does that make you, then?”

  “You smile a lot,” he observed, not reacting to her rebuttal.

  “You never smile,” she retorted quickly.

  “I do,” he said, but with a slightly less dry tone than usual.

  “Not nearly enough,” she answered softly, staring up at him.

  The air around them suddenly seemed to become filled with a burning tension. His dark eyes were fixed on hers, making her knees weak. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as he slowly pulled her closer to him.

  As he leaned in she felt her entire body tremble with excitement. When he slowly pressed his lips to hers, her head began to spin. He wrapped his strong arms around her, and she let herself become enveloped by them.

  Suddenly, a sound from the far end of the room caused him to pull back quickly. He scanned the room, nervously.

  “Come with me,” he said, once again taking her hand and leading away. “There’s one more place I want to show you.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Silas definitely saved the best for last. He led her into what could only be described as the window to the heavens. It was a large, open space, filled completely with plants, most of which she had never seen before.

  The ceiling, however, was what really caught her eye. It was made completely of glass and provided a view that took her breath away. The dark, endless night sky spread out above them in a blanket of stars.

  Once they reached the center of the room, he pulled her into him. “I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he leaned in and whispered in her ear.

  The feeling of his warm breath against her skin sent a shiver running down her spine.

  “I could say the same,” she replied, breathless.

  “You skin is so soft,” he observed, running his hands up and down her arms.

  She pressed herself into him. She could feel his heart beating in his chest—or maybe it was hers.

  “Something about you makes me want to devour you,” he whispered harshly.

  “Then do it,” she dared him playfully.

  He pushed her back and held her at arms’ length, “take off your clothes,” he ordered her.

  Her hands shaking and her heart nearly beating out of her chest, she did as he said. She liked his authoritative air. It only served to cause her attraction to him to stir even more deeply inside her.

  She quickly began to undress, letting her clothes fall to a pile around her, revealing her naked body to him.

  He ran his fingers over her skin, starting at her shoulders, and slowly making his way down her body. He stopped, momentarily, when he reached her breasts, taking them in his hands, and running his thumbs back and forth along her nipples. A tingling sensation filled her, and she let out a soft gasp.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this, you know,” he said, lea
ning in to once again whisper in her ear as he let his hands slide further down her body.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, breathless with anticipation.

  “It’s one of the rules. We’re not supposed to engage in relations with the subject.”

  Wrapping his left arm around her waist, he let his right hand fall to the place between her legs. She was thankful that he was holding her because the feeling of pleasure that consumed her almost made her knees buckle.