Romance: Scifi Romance: Mated by the Alien (Abduction BWWM Paranormal Romance) (Interracial First Contact Space Romance)

by Linda Mathers

  It was easy to forget that he was much older than she was. He was heavily muscled with smooth, flawless skin. The best money can buy, she thought wryly to herself. She could feel genuine animal strength in his body, though, not synthetic. As he gripped a bar on the wall with one hand and placed the other on the small of her back, he kissed her again. She felt his erection grow with nothing but the fabric between them.

  Now that his arm was around her and he had secured himself against the glass wall, she was free to bring her legs down and remove her pants and panties. Now your turn, she eagerly thought. She was pleasantly surprised that Dextronin design was so intuitive—his pant legs each had a seam that came undone easily. She pulled his pants off and sent them drifting away behind her to mingle with her shirt. She reached up and placed her warm hands on his heavily muscled chest up to his neck.

  The scientist in her couldn’t help wondering what genetic difference between Dextronin and Humans resulted in that physical difference. Soon, the thought was replaced by pure sensation as she ran her hands over his thick shoulders. She pulled herself to him and began kissing and nipping his neck. She heard his breath catch in his throat. I am doing something right, she smiled to herself.

  Whynn let go of the support bar, unable to resist gripping her hips in both hands. Neither of them noticed or cared as they drifted, entwined, toward the center of the room. They caressed each other demandingly, hands and mouths exploring. And then all chance of logical thought was truly lost as Whynn thrust himself inside Tessa. She moaned and arched her back in response to his passion. He began to stroke in and out, keeping a strong grip on her hips so the force of his movements did not push her away. Her hands fumbled momentarily for something, anything to hold onto, but there was nothing. She gave up and returned her hands to him. In response to his urgency, she gripped a thick handful of his dark hair. If it hurt, he did not complain. Tessa pulled his head forward and kissed him hard.

  Finally, Tessa’s back met with a solid surface. They had drifted across the room and landed on the far wall. She glanced around and realized they had also rotated so that their chairs now appeared to hang from the ceiling. She quickly looked back to Whynn to avoid becoming disoriented. He was a welcome focal point. He found another handle on this wall and his free hand located a vent that he could link his fingers into to steady himself.

  Tessa was pinned between his glistening muscular body and the wall and she didn’t mind. Whynn wasted no time in taking advantage of the firm grip and renewed his thrusts with vigor. She gasped and grabbed onto his upper arms, her fingers sinking into his bulging biceps as he pulled himself forward. Nothing, not the chairs on the ceiling or the clothes dancing in the center of the room, could take their attention from each other. After what seemed the most delicious of eternities, they climaxed together, sated and spent.

  Chapter 10

  Tessa was safely strapped into her chair again as they made their approach. Just as Whynn had predicted, they were leaving the figurative eye-of-the-storm. The ride got bumpy again as he counted down their exit of the fixed end of z114. The turbulence abated once they were free of the wormhole’s gravitational forces thankfully. Whynn immediately sent a message to the nearby station. Obviously no one there was expecting someone to come flying out of the wormhole, but whoever received the message confirmed for him that only a few hours had passed while they had been in transit. That gave them a few hours before the DexTek ship would pass the station.

  They docked and Whynn went to work rallying a security force to head off the ship. They prepped two large vessels that Whynn Tech had designed for possible future exploratory missions. These ships were equipped with laser cannons and projectile weaponry, just in case they explored somewhere that turned out to be hostile. The ships hadn’t been field tested yet, but Whynn managed to convince his team that it didn’t matter—this mission was of dire importance to the future of the company.

  Once they were prepped, Tessa met Whynn at the dock

  “What’re you doing here?” He sounded concerned.

  “I’m going with you. I’m supposed to be with you when you retrieve the message, remember?”

  “Actually, the old message just said you’d be with me at the message’s emergence point. That’s already happened. You were very helpful there, but now, I’m relying on my team to get the job done.”

  “Erill Whynn,” she said indignantly, “I’ve come too far to sit on the sidelines now. I want to be with you when you get that piece of the future in your hands. I want to know if… well if….” She abandoned words and threw her arms around him locking him in a passionate kiss.

  “Okay,” he said as he slowly separated himself from her embrace. “Climb aboard.”

  Tessa was where she had committed to be, right by Whynn’s side, when his armed ships overtook the DexTek ship. They moved in front of it and started a slow breaking maneuver. The DexTek ship was forced to slow down as well to avoid a collision. They made an attempt to contact the ship, but no reply came. Then Whynn ordered a demonstration of their firepower. The crew wasted no time in flexing their guns, laser cannons blasting in an arc around the ship. They paused expectantly and sure enough a DexTek holo-message arrived.

  A man’s head appeared on the console. It appeared to be the same man as before back on the other ship, but this time he was facing them. The holo-image also showed expression and movement this time. Tessa realized it was a live feed when the man took a moment to survey each face in the room. His gaze settled on Whynn.

  “Mr. Whynn,” the man boomed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person. I am Captain Bax. To what do we owe the welcome party?”

  “Drop the act, Bax. I was aboard the ship you attacked on the far side of the belt. You have a piece of my property,” Erill stated boldly.

  “I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean. We’ve just returned from a routine mission surveying asteroids for potential mining opportunities.”

  “I’ve seen survey ships and mining ships and your ship is neither,” Whynn scoffed.

  At that, Bax dropped the act and spoke with the same conviction in his voice as Whynn had: “Mr. Whynn, this isn’t my first year as captain of a spacecraft. There’s no way that you could have been on the other side of that belt with us and somehow also have headed us off today. I confess, you have designed some powerful engines, but last I heard, they were still confined to sub-light speeds. Unless… there is some kind of… shortcut?” Bax was trying to get Whynn to admit that z114 was still open, but Whynn wasn’t going to fall into that trap.

  “Well, I guess that just goes to show how much you know about our drives here at Whynn Technologies,” Whynn replied. He seemed to be reminding Bax that they were currently in Whynn territory.

  “I’m sure the authorities would not be happy to hear that you fired a laser weapon at a corporate ship,” Bax ventured, but it didn’t shake Whynn.

  “Not nearly as interested as they would be in your virtual attack on my ship and the termination of an artificial intelligence.” That answered Tessa’s question about the unlawful deletion of an AI: It appeared to carry its own charge, less than murder, but still against the law and therefore punishable.

  Captain Bax was silent for a moment. Of course, he’d intended for Whynn to be stranded and unable to prevent him from getting the message back to DexTek. He didn’t seem to have a plan for the predicament he was now in.

  “Let’s contact the authorities right now,” Whynn suggested. “I am sure that the Interplanetary Guard would be glad to come right out to investigate what happened here. I can contact them if you like. I have it on good authority that their old DexTek 200 drives have been replaced with far superior engines, so they’d be here in no time at all.”

  Chapter 11

  Whynn asked Tessa to join him in the domed glass room atop Whynn Corp’s flagship building for the official opening of the year’s prophetic message. They enjoyed another sumptuous meal under the stars before the big moment.r />
  As they settled back, sated by the delicacies they had just enjoyed, Whynn pulled out a small box. “This is the memory core containing the message. Once I put in my authorization code, the message will be displayed on the surface, but it’s designed to only be readable by one person at a time.” He tapped the box once. She didn’t see anything change, but clearly Whynn could now see the keypad on the black surface as he started tapping in his code.

  He looked up. “Before I read the message, I wanted to ask you what you plan to do with yourself now. I mean, you’ve completed the one task I asked of you in order to secure your grant. What would you like to do with it?”

  “Well, Mr. Whynn, spending some time in the Dextronin System has piqued my interest in you people. I mean really, scientifically, you should not exist. You are biologically identical to humans and yet have no fossil record to explain your presence.”

  “Yes. I understand why we’d be quite an annoyance to a xeno-paleontologist such as yourself.” He grinned playfully.

  “So, I think the only logical thing for a scientist such as myself to do is to stay in this system and figure you people out. I’m certain I can get Xeno-Bio to approve the project.”

  “I’m sure you can. Especially once Whynn Technologies pledges to fund the endeavor. And who knows? I might need you to accompany me on another mysterious mission that has no relevance to your field of study.” They both lifted their glasses to that. Then he tapped the black box, revealing the message to himself. The sly grin he had been wearing expanded. “Looks like we have quite a year ahead of us.”

  THE END

  Saved by the Alien

  Sci-fi Romance

  By: Linda Mathers

  Chapter 1

  For Grace McGill, it was a miserable day in a frustrating week in the middle of a disappointing year.

  She had moved to the Moon colonies ten months ago, hoping things would change for her up there. New life, new beginnings. She quit her job in Seattle, gave up her apartment, went out with her best friends night after night, drinking and eating, drowning her sorrows and uncertainties in the same manner she always had: with food, drink and distraction.

  At least that’s what her mom always told her in that condescending tone she used when doling out her ‘sound advice.’ The night before Grace was to hop on her high-speed lunar shuttle, it was the same as always. “Grace, you know what you need to do,” her mother said, looking her daughter up and down with just enough disapproval to leave Grace squirming with the thought of staying any longer.

  “I know what you think I need to do,” Grace said, standing her ground as much as she was able, “but, no, I don’t know what I really need to do.”

  “You need to loose weight,” her mother continued, oblivious to Grace’s discomfort, “and you need to find a better paying job. No man wants a chubby girl who can’t take care of herself.”

  Chubby girl. That’s what her mother always called her. Ever since she was a child, Grace had had weight problems. She was never obese, but then again, she had never been a slim girl either. Chubby, her mother reminded her again and again, she was, always had been, and might always be chubby, and in her mother’s narrow, high-class eyes, it was the root of all of her ongoing problems. Skipped over for promotion? Because she was chubby. Divorced after five years of marriage? Because she was chubby. Now in her early thirties with no romantic prospects, working an entry level position as a secretary for the largest exporter of lunar zinc in western Tranquility Colony, already three years divorced and spending far too much time at Chow Fu’s bar and deli? Because, once again, she was a lonely, overlooked, introspective chubby girl.

  A few dozen insults and curses came to Grace’s mind as she sat at her mother’s table, no longer enjoying her grilled chicken and carbohydrate paste. Instead of uttering her piercing rebuttal, she quietly placed her fork across her plate and stood. “I have to get home and finish packing,” she told her mother, unable to meet eyes, “my shuttle leaves early tomorrow.”

  Her mother looked shocked at first, then sadness crept into her eyes. “Grace, I…” Sometimes her mother understood when she had pushed too far at the wrong time. Unfortunately, the woman was too selfish to dwell on her shortcomings long. “Take mostly warm clothes,” her mother continued, “I hear it gets nothing but cold where you’re heading.”

  None of this mattered at the time, however, not when her hands were tied and her eyes blindfolded. She wanted to scream but her mouth was tightly gagged with a leather strap.

  Grace struggled the first hour or so, but by this point she had grown tired and uninspired from her impotent attempts at freedom. What did he say? Grace asked herself. She held her breath, tuned her ears towards the voice coming from somewhere in front of her.

  “Tell him I’ll be there in two days.” The voice was baritone and gruff, the hint of a growl lurking in its depths. It’s a B’hauf, Grace thought, we’re allies, what the hell is he doing kidnapping an Earth girl?

  She was right, of course, it was not logical. The B’haufs had come to Earth twenty-five years before when their ship, holding fifteen thousand civilians and a few hundred military personnel, crashed on the less-populated far side of the Moon. From those chaotic beginnings grew a strong and evolving alliance between the two species. It was only ten years later, when the news leaked concerning the eons-old B’hauvian war against the imperialistic Grodoro war clan, that the Earthly powers that be realized they might have gotten in over their heads in their first attempt at galactic ambassadorship.

  Nonetheless, peace and cooperation were the norm between B’haufs and humans. About nine thousand of the large-built, sculpted muscled, long-haired, dark-blue alien castaways stayed on the Moon, building a community in the areas surrounding their crashed vessel, and their examples of social structure and technology immediately influenced the course of Earthly society. Crime was down, people were happier, the environment was healing again for the first time since coal and factory labor were discovered.

  Still…

  “Tell them I want the grid down.” The gruff voice was speaking into a radio; Grace heard a muffled, undecipherable voice reply again. Her B’hauvian abductor gave a barking scoff. “I don’t care how. The grid stays off the entire time I’m there. I don’t trust your tactics, Daban, and I don’t want to end up on the wrong side of one of your maneuvers and find myself locked up with no key somewhere in your compound.”

  Daban? A B’hauf name. What the…

  “Just do it,” the voice commanded, “or it’s off. Good luck finding yourself a clean, untraceable specimen like this one.” Grace felt a hand clamp her bent knee. She yelped and pulled her leg back. Her captor chuckled. “Ok, great,” he said, “see you in two days.” The clink of the radio being hung on its hook, a long sigh as her kidnapper settled into his seat, flipping a few switches and clacking something into place. Then he grabbed Grace by the shoulders.

  She struggled but he was strong. What can I do? Her confidence knocked down again and again over the course of her luckless life, Grace surrendered, ceased her resistance. Whatever you’re going to do, just get it over with. Her fears were quickly relieved when a big hand grasped the edge of her blindfold and pulled it up, a second hand yanking down the gag in her mouth.

  “Might as well relax,” the B’hauf male said, a twinkle in his hard yellow eyes, “it’s going to be a long trip.”

  Chapter 2

  “So,” Daban said, running his calloused hand down Grace’s bare arm, “this is what you bring me?”

  Grace was frightened, her gaze darting across the room, from her kidnapper’s eyes to Daban’s to the two security-type B’haufs standing off to the side, holding rifles and stern expressions. Her captor stepped forward, ran his thick fingers through her long sandy-blonde hair. “She is perfect, yes?” he said, not really a question, “and she works for McWeillian.”

  Daban gave Grace a curious look, then turned to the kidnapper. “McWeillian?” he asked slowly, “You’
re sure?”

  Her kidnapper chuckled. He reached into his pants pocket and removed an ID badge, handing it to Daban.

  Daban looked it over. It was Grace’s work badge: Grace McGill, Assistant Secretary to Gregory McWeillian.

  Daban smiled. “Fonna,” he said to the kidnapper, “you are a clever, clever soldier.” He handed the ID badge back to Fonna. “I might have just the right reward for one of your…” his eyes scanned Grace, then back to her abductor. “… talents.”

  Fonna shrugged it off. “Doing my part for the cause,” he said, “revolutions don’t make themselves.”

  Grace watched Daban laugh heartily. “That they don’t,” he said, “that they don’t.”

  Daban turned to his two guards, “Bavo, Felsa,” he said, waving them over, “escort our esteemed guest to her chambers while we discuss business.” Without another word, Daban walked off with Fanno, heading down a well-lit, narrow corridor that stretched off the dim landing bay where they had met.

  The pair of guards came up behind Grace, one of them urged her forward with the butt of his rifle. Grace looked back at the other, the one who had placed a strong but gentle hand on her shoulder. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

  She could tell he wanted to say something, but felt he could not. Finally, he met her eyes. “To a holding cell,” he told her, “until the deal is worked out.”

  “What deal?” she asked, moving forward, walking where the other guard, the pock-faced, square-jawed one who had nudged her with his weapon, was leading them. “What do you want with me?” Grace asked, keeping her focus on the shorter guard, the one with uncertain but kind eyes.

  The kind-eyed guard made the mistake of meeting his colleague’s glare. Ignoring it, he said, “They plan on selling you to Grodoroian spies. They want to escalate the war, break the treaty.” Though his fellow guard growled in protest, the kind-eyed guard completed his thought. “They want to bring the war to Earth and get ahold of some power in the aftermath.”