Yce: Alien Abduction Romance (Captured By Aliens Book 3)

by A. G. Wilde

  Maybe he went full hilt and then grinded into you, pulling your ass right against his crotch as he gripped you and held you there till you screamed and begged him to never let you go.

  She didn’t have a preference.

  Any way was good.

  And with a cock like that…he could have her any way he wanted.

  That thought made her freeze.

  She was getting ahead of herself.

  Catching herself, Diana gulped and raised her gaze.

  She shouldn’t be thinking like that.

  Didn’t she hate him?

  But she could still feel the warmth in her cheeks and, as if it was a traitor, a throb echoed through her clit.

  She was getting hot over alien dick.

  Damn.

  As her eyes rose to his face, they widened for another reason and she froze again.

  White eyes met her blues and she couldn’t move.

  He was staring right at her.

  How long had he been looking?

  Had he seen her staring?

  Fuck.

  Of course, he had.

  Goddammit.

  But still, she couldn’t move.

  Damn.

  This man…this alien…was…gorgeous.

  His white hair glimmered as the raindrops hit it, and now, as her gaze fastened to his, the tattoos on his skin glowed softly as well, making him a fucking spectacle.

  He wasn’t looking away. He wasn’t even moving. And she fucking hoped he wasn’t reading her mind.

  Finally managing to pull herself away, Diana scrambled to the back of the tent.

  Damn.

  Maybe she needed another cold shower.

  What had gotten into her?

  Chapter Eleven

  He reentered the tent a few minutes later and Diana kept herself turned away.

  She wouldn’t look his way. Couldn’t.

  Gripping the zehmip skin around her shoulders, she shivered a little as a sneeze left her lips.

  It was cold.

  She was drying, but it was happening slowly.

  She could hear him moving about in the sack he had been carrying, but she still refused to look his way.

  What she’d done was too embarrassing.

  She didn’t regret it…but that didn’t mean she was brazen enough to pretend that she hadn’t been acting like a creep. Especially after making it clear that she hated him.

  She also figured that he was still naked.

  Like her, he would take some time to dry. It just wasn’t warm enough in the tent and the rain was still coming down hard, giving the atmosphere no time to warm.

  Another sneeze shook her body and Diana gripped the zehmip skin tighter.

  She didn’t want to catch a cold.

  She just hated having a runny nose and the congestion. The congestion was the worst.

  She could put up with the rest of it but she hated the congestion the most.

  It took her a few minutes to realize the temperature in the tent was slowly changing.

  It was getting warmer. Noticeably so.

  Either that or she was imagining things.

  “Come closer,” he finally spoke. It was the first thing he’d said since reentering the tent and it caused her to look his way.

  And she wished she hadn’t.

  He was still naked.

  It took much effort to keep her eyes on his face, but staring into his eyes wasn’t making things easier.

  “The fire sticks will warm you,” he said.

  Fire sticks?

  Oh.

  They were there.

  In front of him was a pile of four glowing white long things.

  He called them sticks, but they looked more like smooth alien dildos to her.

  Then again, that might just be the fact that her mind was full of images of dicks now and she couldn’t seem to shake those images.

  “What are those?”

  “Sun conductors,” he replied. When she looked up at him for an explanation, he continued. “They collect energy from the suns and store it for use.”

  Diana nodded as if she understood. “Oh, you mean like some kind of solar energy heating device.”

  “Yes.” Yce nodded.

  A few seconds passed, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t even look at him anymore.

  Instead, she kept her gaze on the “sticks.”

  “Come closer,” he repeated. “You will dry faster.”

  When she still didn’t move, he shrugged and went about spreading another set of zehmip skins she hadn’t noticed close to the sticks. He also put her trousers near to the sticks and she only realized then that he’d taken them from out of the rain.

  Watching him work, she kept her gaze on his shoulders.

  The warmth from the sticks was beckoning though.

  Moving closer, she outstretched a hand and touched one of the sticks with a tentative finger, expecting it to be hot.

  To her surprise, the thing was cool.

  Frowning, she moved closer, putting her entire hand over one of the sticks.

  Yes, it was cool, but she could feel the warmth coming from it when she just hovered her hand over it.

  Interesting.

  With all the sticks combined, it felt as if she was sitting beside a very warm fire.

  It felt comforting.

  And with the sound of the rain outside, she could almost imagine that she was out camping somewhere in Yosemite Park, resting under a tent, the rain falling outside while she just enjoyed the solitude.

  Only, she wasn’t alone.

  As Yce finished arranging the zehmip skin and her pants, he sat down again and Diana averted her gaze once more.

  Glancing at him, she realized that he was also averting his gaze and it caused her to look at herself.

  Oh, the zehmip skin had fallen a tad lower than she’d realized and her breasts were spilling forward.

  Covering herself, she glanced at him again.

  Hmm.

  It seemed they had the same problem.

  The ludicrousness of it all almost made her giggle.

  Why they were acting like children, she didn’t know.

  Why he was averting his gaze now, she didn’t understand. He hadn’t averted his gaze when he’d caught her staring at him while he was showering.

  As a matter of fact, if she remembered correctly, he had stared right back, not breaking their gaze.

  Was he uncomfortable with nakedness?

  Something made her feel that wasn’t the case. He seemed fine being naked himself. It was her nakedness he wasn’t okay with.

  She didn’t know what to think about that.

  “Thanks for taking in my pants,” she said, watching the side of his face closely.

  He grunted a response but said nothing further.

  Clearing her throat, she sat to the side, not facing him head on.

  It was for the best.

  They were staying civil, respecting each other’s boundaries, and she could accept that.

  But still, every now and again, she glanced over at him. He was staring at the barricade now, as if he was in a trance and he wasn’t really there.

  The tattoos under his skin weren’t glowing at the moment, but she was sure she’d seen them glowing earlier when he’d been showering.

  “Tell me,” she said, “what is your planet like? What are your people like?”

  He blinked and his gaze met hers.

  For a second, he just looked at her then it was as if his mind went somewhere else.

  There was an obvious vacancy in his gaze, as if he was seeing things behind those eyes that she couldn’t see.

  “My people…” he said, with that faraway look in his eyes. “My people are the Arois,” he finally said, focusing on her again and somehow she knew he was seeing her now and not merely gazing in her direction.

  “We inhabit a planet listed as KFER493. Where I come from, we call it Tersa.”

  “Oh,” Diana said. It was sti
ll hard believing there were so many other worlds out there with beings that were not Earthlings. “What’s that other name? The first one? Who calls it that?”

  “KFER493?” he asked. When she nodded, he continued. “It’s the galactic determiner. Every planet has one.”

  “Oh.” Diana’s eyebrows rose. “Does where I come from, Earth, have a name like that?”

  “You call it Earth. Across the galaxy, it is recorded as HREX4X1.”

  “HREX4X1,” Diana repeated the name. It was weird thinking of Earth as that. It made it seem like another world. One she didn’t know. One she hadn’t grown up on. One she didn’t belong to.

  “And your people,” her eyes ran over his chest and she dared not let them go lower, “do they all have gems in their heads?”

  “Gems?” he questioned.

  “It’s a gem, isn’t it?” She frowned at the gem in his forehead.

  “My chi?”

  “Chi? That’s what it’s called?”

  The gem in his forehead suddenly swirled a rainbow of colors and Diana stared at it, not able to help herself.

  His biology was absolutely puzzling.

  “Yes, every Arois has a chi.”

  “And the tattoos?” She eyed his skin again.

  “Tattoos?” He glanced down at himself.

  “Aren’t those tattoos? It must have taken forever to do all that. You’ve done it all over your body. I mean, it’s even on your coc—” She caught herself before she finished the sentence and realized where her eyes were going.

  Eyes flashing to his, she realized he was looking at her with the same intensity he had when he had caught her staring at him while he showered.

  “These are not tattoos.”

  “Huh?” His admittance left no space for her embarrassment, as she was now staring at his chest again. “Not tattoos? Then…”

  “They are neurons,” he said.

  Neurons.

  Weren’t those the things that connected thoughts in your brain?

  “Yes,” he said.

  Wait, she hadn’t spoken out loud.

  Temper flaring immediately, she frowned at him.

  “Can you not do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Read my mind.”

  “It is difficult when you project the thought right at me,” he said. “I didn’t intentionally enter your thoughts.”

  Diana blinked a few times then pulled the zehmip skin closer around herself.

  “I didn’t do that on purpose.” She paused. “Your abilities…they are confusing.”

  There were a few seconds of silence before she continued.

  “And everyone on your planet can do this? Doesn’t it cause mayhem?”

  He smiled a little. “My abilities only work on non-Arois. Our abilities begin developing from birth, eventually reaching maturity along with the body. Some Arois have more extensive powers than others. The intricacy and extent of the neurons tell you how…powerful…an Arois is.”

  Diana nodded.

  She hated him still, but she had to admit, he was interesting. His origin and his body parts.

  “And all of you have white hair and white eyes, white tatt—I mean, neurons, and blue skin?”

  He smiled for a second again before he answered. “Blue skin. Yes. Everything else, no. White is the color of my…family.” He frowned a little. “My translator says ‘bloodline’ is a better term.”

  “Ah.” Diana nodded.

  “Tersa is a planet similar to yours,” he said next.

  That made her raise her gaze to his.

  “How do you know?”

  “I was intrigued about where you came from after you were thrown in my cell.” He paused, waiting for her reaction, but, probably a surprise to them both, she didn’t get angry right away.

  She was still bitter about what he did in the cell, but this line of conversation was far more interesting than her hate for him. She would go back to hating after he spilled the beans.

  When she didn’t react to what he said, he continued. “I asked Kyro, as he was manning the Elysium, to tell me about your planet.”

  “Oh, and what do you think about Earth?”

  “Your planet looks like mine did, millennia ago. But,” he paused and didn’t continue.

  “But?”

  “Your species is destructive…illogical. Destroying the very thing you call home.”

  His eyes met hers as he waited for her response.

  Diana sighed. It wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before.

  Even on Earth, humans knew that.

  “I know.” She nodded. “We pollute. We kill. We destroy.” She sat for a moment, reflecting on what they’d just said.

  “Do you think we’re bad?”

  He took a few moments to reply.

  “No,” he said. “And what about me?”

  “What about you?”

  “Do you think I’m bad?” He phrased the sentence the way she did.

  They locked eyes and for a second, she wanted to lie. But she couldn’t.

  “No,” she replied.

  She was telling the truth.

  She didn’t know if he was bad.

  She didn’t know if he was good either.

  As a matter of fact, she didn’t know how she really felt towards him.

  She didn’t really hate him. That was clear.

  Granted, she’d been royally pissed about what he’d done but it wasn’t enough to hate him, especially when he was being so civil.

  Right.

  That meant she needed to figure out just how to interact with him.

  Hate was easy.

  She could just give him the cold shoulder.

  Everything else made life complicated.

  Chapter Twelve

  Her trousers dried quicker than she thought they would and after she pulled them on, Yce handed her another set of zehmip skins to wrap around herself. Apparently, he’d been drying a piece by the side just for her that she hadn’t known about.

  He was being nice and it was throwing her off.

  The rain had died down and they were just about to leave the tent when Yce paused outside the barricade and told her to wait.

  In the next second, his two boots came flying through the opening.

  “Put those on,” he said.

  Opening her mouth to protest, she was unable to do so because he moved off and away from the tent, leaving her to grumble to herself.

  Frickin’ alien. Mr. Controlling.

  She frowned, wiping the telltale smile of gratitude from her lips as her feet slipped into the boots.

  God, they were so much better than the towels she’d wrapped around her feet before.

  They were bigger than her feet though and she kind of felt like a little child wearing her father’s boots but it was definitely still an upgrade.

  As she exited the tent, she found him standing a way off. Turning to face her, he glanced at her feet and nodded.

  The sand was still wet and with each step, her feet sank deep. Thank God for the boots, because they were helping her with traction.

  She noticed he’d rolled up the legs of his trousers so they didn’t get into the wet sand as they began trudging forward.

  Glancing up at the suns, she assumed they rose in the east and set in the west so they were possibly heading west.

  But one could never know for sure.

  This planet was just…weird.

  She’d been walking behind him the entire way, watching him trudge ahead, his white hair hanging down his back.

  “Hey.”

  He paused for a second, turning to glance back at her as he waited for her to continue.

  “About the others. How will we know if they are okay?”

  “They are alive,” he said.

  “And you know that because of your...chi?”

  He nodded.

  “Well, ‘alive’ is different from being fine.”

  “Yes,” he agreed. “My brothers will tak
e care of your human friends.”

  “Hey, I’m asking about them too. Not only the women.” She finally caught up with him and huffed out a breath.

  He seemed mildly surprised.

  “You care about my brothers?”

  “Of course.” Diana shrugged. “You guys did rescue us…”

  He gave her a shadow of a smile before turning to continue their trek.

  “Wait.” She reached out a hand toward him, touching him on the upper arm before she could stop herself. Removing her hand as quickly as she had put it there, Diana bit her bottom lip.

  Yce cocked his head, waiting for her to continue.

  “That thing you offered me before. For my hair. The comb. Do you still have it?”

  It was only there for a second but she saw it.

  She saw the smile that passed behind his eyes.

  Reaching into his bag, he retrieved the comb and handed it to her.

  Great. She smiled as she took the thing from him.

  The rain had washed most of the sand from her hair and after she’d raked her hand through it, it was now more manageable.

  She reckoned she could get through her entire head while they walked.

  It gave her something to do other than stare at his muscles rippling as he walked ahead of her.

  All that was making her think of was his cock and she didn’t need to be thinking about that.

  You’d think she hadn’t orgasmed in over a decade at the rate her mind was going.

  Well, her friend in her bedside drawer would argue about that notion vehemently.

  Still, even now trying not to think about it, it was in her head.

  * * *

  They were trekking for hours non-stop. Her feet were aching, but she wasn’t complaining. She knew they were headed somewhere important and that was helping her push through.

  She’d managed to fully detangle her hair with minimal shedding and the accomplishment itself made her feel good.

  It turned out the packets she’d gathered from the ship were indeed food and, though it tasted like mushy baby food, starvation wasn’t picky.

  She gobbled down probably five of them before she thought of even offering him any.

  Maybe she was being a little selfish. Feeling guilty, she called out to him.

  “Hey!”

  Yce paused up ahead and flexed his back muscles, rolling his neck in the process.

  It seemed the walking wasn’t only affecting her.