Barbarian's Prisoner: An Alien Romance

by Abella Ward

  Instead, she found multiple bottles of the enzyme perijan, along with dozens of needles in sterile packages, and a hand-written set of instructions addressed to her.

  Erica, if you are reading this, it means I am unable to give myself these injections, and I am reliant on you. I have Cilaze, a disease that requires me to have regular injections of perijan to regulate my hormonal secretions. Follow these instructions or I will die.

  The human stared at the page in shock. He could die? Why hadn't he told her that he had some crazy disease when she thought he was taking drugs? The page crumpled in her hands. Was he too proud to admit he had Cilaze? It was a disease that affected a significant portion of the population, there was nothing shameful about it!

  Were all T'shav this proud, or was it just this idiot? Growling, Erica scanned him. His perijan levels were dangerously low. She quickly prepped and injected the enzyme. Tears blurred her vision when she was done. There was nothing left to do but set course for the nearest planet and then sit next to Ronan, waiting for him to wake up. She stroked his face gently.

  Please wake up. Please.

  ***

  It was several days before Ronan regained consciousness, but he was in no shape to talk. Erica helped him to the bed, removed the old Fleshseal and applied a new layer. Then she gave him some painkillers that would also help him sleep. Rest was the most important thing he could have now. They didn't have a regenerator, and without one, he seemed to heal very slowly.

  She landed them on the closest planet without incident, and for another week Erica tended to the T'shav while also gathering supplies. Thankfully, he was out of the danger zone now. As soon as he was better they were going after Bethy, after all, and she wanted to make sure nothing would delay them.

  She would never admit that part of the reason why she kept busy was that every time she stopped to think about what might have happened, she couldn’t breathe. He could have easily died. She hardly knew him, and she didn't like him–at least, she knew she shouldn’t. But their verbal sparring kept her on her toes, and she had to admit it. She cared. A lot. And he had nearly died for her.

  Finally, Ronan had healed enough that there was no more need for fresh Fleshseal. His own muscle and skin regenerated enough to prevent further damage. He also took charge of injecting himself with perijan again.

  "I told you to stay in bed," Erica told him one day when she came back from a shopping trip to find him in the cockpit, plotting a new course.

  "I don't take orders."

  "What's the use of having a medical advisor if you're just going to ignore me?" Erica put her purchases on the shelf. "You need more time to heal."

  "If we're going to get your cousin, we need to go now. I thought you'd be more concerned for her than me."

  "I am, but that doesn't mean I'm not concerned about you." Erica put her hand on his shoulder. She could feel his muscles relax under her touch. "Back to bed."

  "Only if you come with me."

  Erica's jaw dropped. She felt a tightening in her lower stomach but tried to ignore it. "You're wounded, you're in no shape for sex."

  Ronan turned, shaking his head. "A T'shav could have his leg cut off and have sex the next day. I want you, Erica. I have from the start, and I know you want me. Can you deny it?"

  "I could, but I don't want to. You saved me. I mean, I was only in that position because of you—"

  Guilt flashed over his features.

  Erica gently cupped his face with her hands. "But you nearly died protecting me. So no, I'm not going to deny that I want you. But you're still recovering. Besides, I'm not going to beg for your touch."

  "I changed my mind about that. For now, at least. As much as I'd love to see you on your knees, I'm willing to break first this time. Like you said, I put you in danger. For that, all I can say is I'm sorry." Ronan paused a moment, then pushed himself to his feet. He grasped her shoulders and shook his head. "I shouldn't care about you. I should have just sold you to those Ruizers. But all of a sudden I… I…"

  He brought his mouth to hers, hot and hungry. Erica was shocked but quickly kissed back. She clung to his body, exploring the contours of his muscles with her fingers. Heat flooded her body. Desire, heady passion. His wound was almost completely healed… as long as they kept things somewhat tame it wouldn't hurt.

  When she pulled back to look into Ronan's eyes, she saw that the almost-indistinguishable pupils of his black eyes were dilated. She stroked his cheek. "I guess I can forgo you begging me for my touch this time, too."

  Ronan's dimple flashed as he grinned. "You'll beg first. But that'll be for another time… when we have some rope."

  "Rope?" Erica pulled away and lightly smacked his chest. "I should have known you'd be into that BSDM stuff. Well, I'm not going to let you tie me up. Unless I can tie you up, too."

  Her eyes widened. Holy crow! Did she really just say that? She felt her cheeks warming. Ronan, however, only laughed and tugged her even closer. He pressed another kiss to her that had her skin sizzling. He tugged the skirt of the crumpled red dress up over her hips, cupping her ass with his giant hands.

  Ronan squeezed and broke the kiss. "I've never been tied before. Maybe I'll enjoy it."

  "Okay," Erica gasped breathlessly. Her head spun and she grinned up at her T'shav mercenary. "So bed?"

  "Nope." The dimple deepened. "Hands and knees, right here."

  Erica's core tightened at the mental image and she couldn't stop herself from groaning. Ronan caught her face and kissed her again.

  A full twenty piece orchestra went off. Erica melted against her warrior, then slid down his body, pressing kisses to his bare torso. She was rewarded by a deep throaty groan, which clashed like symbols in her brain. It was the single most arousing thing she had ever heard. When she was on her knees, Ronan dropped beside her. His eyes were dilated, a look of excitement and lust on his face. Erica's chest heaved, so giddy with anticipation that she could hardly breathe.

  Ronan spun her around so her back was to him. The dress was yanked back up to her hips. With one hand the T'shav pinned Erica against his body. His other slipped between her legs, eagerly finding its target. He zeroed in on it, making the human writhe in his arms. A low chuckle and he pressed firm kisses on her neck and shoulder.

  But when she reached behind herself to help him along, he shook his head and caught both of her wrists in his free hand. The message was clear. He was in control, and at this point in time, she was glad to give it to him.

  Just when she was on the brink of begging, Ronan stopped. Erica moaned in protest. He chuckled again, his hands moving to her shoulders. His gentle pressure encouraged her to bend over and rest on her hands and knees, skirt bunched up over her waist. Erica twisted to watch him as he braced one hand against her hip and readied himself with the other. Her eyes grew darker, her already pounding heart picking up the pace yet again.

  He didn't remove his clothing, just shifting it aside so he could enter. Erica threw her head back, arching her back like a cat as he took her. He started a hard, fast tempo at once, her whole body jerking back and forth with the strength of his movement. She tried to match his rhythm but his hands were tight on her hips, keeping her in place. Pleasure more intense than anything she had ever experienced flooded her and she gave up trying to give it back, concentrating all her energy on keeping herself on her hands and knees.

  Everything was tight inside when one of Ronan's hands wrapped into her hair. He didn't pull, although Erica found that she wouldn't have minded. Instead, it was just there, a finger or two occasionally stroking the back of her neck. The tenderness of his touch undid her. With a scream, everything came undone. Her body shook and writhed before she collapsed, Ronan following her down.

  She heard him chuckle, then felt him stiffen. He moved harder and then it was like every muscle in his body went slack. His heaviness weighed down on her, hand still tangled in her hair. Erica gasped, her eyes closed.

  Eventually, Ronan rolled off her. E
rica pushed herself to an elbow, grinning when she saw a lazy smile on his face. Without a word, she rested her head against his shoulder. Her body felt utterly relaxed, and as Ronan stroked her hair, she felt herself drifting off.

  "I hope you didn't rip open your wound again, you wild animal," she said.

  "If I did you can patch me up again."

  Erica smirked. "If I have to do that, you'll have to pay me back."

  "Always." Ronan kissed the top of her head. "Always."

  Chapter Six: Ronan

  Ronan tapped his fingers on the console as he read the information one of his contacts had sent him. After nearly two standard months, he finally had firm information on where Bethy Chase was. It wasn't encouraging. They'd have to go further away from the core worlds than he had ever before.

  He had made a promise to Erica, though. He wasn't going to give up on her cousin just because it was going to be difficult. They were too invested in each other now. And not just because they were sharing the bed. Ronan simply couldn't imagine his life without her.

  The comm unit flashed silently, indicating an incoming call. Ronan glanced over his shoulder. Erica was still sleeping, twisted in the blankets, her hair adorably mussed. He closed the doors to the cockpit and answered the call.

  Dyme Lirreb, CEO of the Planchet Corporation, appeared on the screen. He was a Rlabek. The Rlabek were toad-like creatures with warty, slimy skin, wide mouths and bluish tongues. They were known for being extraordinarily stupid, which Lirreb had used to his favor, being an outlier among his kind. He was smarter than most aliens in the United Species and had quickly risen to power through it.

  Today, Ronan considered him one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy. He had power, he had the United Species backing him up. Only warlords with massive fleets of their own, like the T'shav Zon or his son Tom, stood a chance against a CEO like him.

  "Mr. Lirreb," Ronan greeted, keeping his face expressionless.

  "Ronan. I hire you to get me information and you destroy it?" The man's toady face was yellow with anger.

  "Which I informed you was a possibility when you hired me. The upfront payment was to ensure that if you could not have the information, then nobody could. The second payment was for delivery. Obviously, that is not going to happen. Yes, you don't have what you wanted, but you must remember that neither do the Ruizers."

  "Not good enough. I want my money back."

  "I don't do returns. I was very clear about what to expect, I never guaranteed that you would receive your information. If you want, I can give you a discount on further services."

  Lirreb leaned forward, his bulging eyes narrowing. "Why would I hire the imbecilic moron that lost my information in the first place?"

  "I'm also good at assassinations."

  Ronan ended the communication and set the comm to reject calls. His skin crawled, but there was nothing to be done about it now. If the idiot didn't read the terms and conditions before signing, it wasn't his fault. Lirreb would just have to deal with it. Although perhaps giving the man a small refund, when he could afford it, would be wise. Either that or just kill him.

  He opened the cockpit doors to find Erica stumbling out of bed, slipping on her red dress. He grinned at her, earning a sleepy smile back. She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she joined him in the cockpit. Ronan put Lirreb from his mind. He was with a beautiful woman, why worry about what might happen?

  He kissed her gently. "I found Bethy."

  Erica's eyes lit up. "Really? Where is she? How do we get her back?"

  "She's on a planet controlled by the Walian Corporation. While I consider them one of the better corporations out there, the planet is far from the core worlds, and not under the protection of the United Species. What the corporation does there is highly secret, but it's generally assumed that they are conducting hybridization experiments. It could be to help interspecies couples have children or to build super-soldiers. Either way, they aren't going to be happy with us just waltzing into their territory."

  "But we have to try." Erica's gaze was steely as she looked at the screen. "How long until we get there?"

  "A few days." Ronan squeezed her hand. "We'll get her back. But…"

  Erica's head whipped around and she narrowed her eyes at him. "But?"

  "You should prepare, in case—"

  Her face went white.

  "In case she ended up liking the man who bought her," he finished lamely. "You know. Something like what happened to you and me."

  Erica shook her head firmly. "The fact that we get along is a total fluke. Besides, I saw the person that bought Bethy, and trust me, she would never go for him."

  "A big, scary looking man?" Ronan gave her his best roguish grin.

  "A man. Bethy's a lesbian. And like I said, you were a fluke. What if the man who bought her doesn't care? What if…" She trailed off, twisting her hands. Ronan put his hands over hers and met her eyes. A single tear ran down her cheek. "I've been trying so hard to tell myself that we could get her before it's too late. But what if it isn't? You said it's an experimental planet. What better than use a human, the species that all other species are descended from and still share DNA with, to try to fill in the genetic gaps and create hybrids? We're the only ones that can carry hybrid babies."

  Ronan cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, wanting to reassure her. "Erica, I promise. If anything has happened to your cousin, I will destroy whoever hurt her. I swear by the star that birthed my soul."

  The ship went black.

  Erica let out a surprised shout but Ronan jumped to his feet. Everything was utterly silent. The ship was dead in space. Which could only mean one thing. He cursed, fumbling in the darkness for his blaster. When the screech of metal attaching itself to the hull echoed, he cursed again. This could not be happening. Not even he had such terrible luck!

  "What's happening?" Erica's voice was pitched with fear.

  "Pirates. Slavers, most likely. There's a gang of them that specializes in this type of technique. Stay behind me."

  He felt Erica's hands on his skin and she hissed. "I can't see anything in the da—"

  There was a thump and hiss as the cargo doors were forced open. Blinding lights flashed towards them. Erica screamed, her hands leaving Ronan's body. He threw an arm over his eyes, pain stabbing in his brain. He let off a few wild shots before hands clamped on his wrist, yanking his arm behind his back. The gun was taken from him. A knee to the stomach had him collapsing to one knee, wheezing for breath.

  When his vision cleared, he saw a tall Odap standing over Erica. Her arms were held behind her back by a T'shav, but she still fought. She was a fighter. It was one of the things he loved about her. But right now he wished she wouldn’t. They had to play this smart to get out of this situation.

  "Erica. I finally found you, my dear." The Odap beamed. "When I went to pick you up from the bridal agency, I was told how a T'shav had stolen you."

  Erica glared at him. "It was the 'bridal agency' that stole me. Ronan is my husband, so let us go now."

  Ronan would have laughed at Erica's spitfire bravado, but the situation was too grave. Guns pressed into the back of his head. The Odap was looking at Erica with clear lust. How could he get them out of this one? He swallowed hard.

  If the Odap had purchased Erica from the bridal agency, it could only mean one thing. They had double-booked her sale.

  "I am your husband," the Odap said, his voice growing deeper with threat. "I bought you fully legally. You are my wife."

  "Touch me and die!"

  The Odap shook his head. "I'll have to break this rebellious streak of yours. Space the T'shav and take the human to my chambers."

  Chapter Seven: Erica

  Erica had never heard a sound fuller of inhuman rage than at that moment. Her skin crawled, her stomach churned and instinct told her to run. It didn't matter where–she had to get away from the sound that was being emitted from Ronan's mouth.

  She didn't see how he did
it, but in a blink, the T'shav was on his feet. The guns that had been pressing into the back of his head were now in his hands. His black eyes blazed, his face twisted, teeth bared like a predator lunging for the kill. The Odap captain jumped back, eyes widening.

  The two pirates holding her loosened their grips. Erica twisted away from them, but the Odap grabbed her biceps. Ronan's fists flew every which way, colliding with the pirates who attempted to bring him down. He was like a graceful mountain lion one moment, pirouetting through the blows, dodging every fist that came towards him. And the next moment, he was a bull moose, his bellowing rage echoing through the ship, using sheer strength and bulk against his enemies.

  He didn't use the guns to shoot. Rather, he used them as clubs. One of the pirates fell, his crushed skull exposing gray matter. The others withdrew slightly. The captain let off a few rounds from his blaster, but Ronan was too quick and used another pirate to absorb the bolts. Erica kicked the Odap on the shins, struggling against his grip. Ronan roared and redoubled his attack.

  How could a man still somewhat recovering from being shot in the back display such force?

  Ronan threw one dead pirate on top of another and lunged for the captain holding Erica. Two pirates blocked his way. He kicked out, the large claws on his toes tearing through flesh. Blood spurted against Erica's face, and the captain let her go, shouting. He stumbled backward as he let off another couple bolts.

  "Run!"

  Erica staggered away from the fight, but where was she supposed to run?

  Ronan roared, taking on another pirate. "Erica! Run!"

  The panic in Ronan's voice jolted her back to her senses. Her heart bruised itself against her ribs and her mouth was dry. Again, Ronan shouted at her to run. Instead, she dove for one of the fallen guns. The captain didn't notice her until her hands locked around the barrel. He cursed and swiveled to face her.

  Erica held the blaster close to her chest and pumped the trigger, letting off a steady stream of energy blasts. Most missed her target. Consoles exploded in a shower of sparks. The kickback sent tremors up Erica's arms, but a few bolts slammed into the captain's chest. He fell to his knees, gun still tight in his hand.