Alien Romance: RAYER: Space Warrior's Mail Order Bride (Space Beasts Book 2) (15 page)

“Let’s review the facts, shall we,” she said in an acidic tone.  “One, you kidnap me against my will because you got wasted and some woowoo vision told you I was your one true love, two you perform a medical procedure on me
without
my consent and three,” she paused.  “I haven’t worked out three yet but I’m sure as hell whatever it is, it’s your fault!”

“Enough!” Storm Kar exploded with sudden ferocity.  Now it was Simone’s turn to back away.  His eyes burned with savage fury and he bared his fangs.  “I did what I felt was right!  You do not understand the torment I have suffered!  You think I wanted any of this!  I did it because it is my destiny! 
You
are my destined mate!”

“My destined mate is dead!” Simone retorted, raw with pain.  Her heart pounded like a jackhammer in her chest and tears ran down her face.  “My destined mate is dead,” she repeated, her voice breaking as her emotions tumbled free. 

Storm Kar stood watching her, the muscles of his toned body tense and trembling.  He half raised his arms as if to embrace her before stopping himself.  He balled his hands into fists and, his scarred face a stoic mask, he turned and stalked out of the chamber.

Simone, shaking like a leaf herself, lost the last of her self control.  She sank back into the chair and began crying uncontrollably.

Chapter 4: An Uneasy Agreement

Simone sobbed for hours, or maybe it was days.  She had no idea of how to tell.  Whatever the truth, it felt like forever as her wounded heart poured out every drop of the pain and grief it had been carrying. 

Eventually, the crying stopped, and alone and exhausted, Simone decided to make her way back to the chamber where she’d first woken up in.

Storm Kar and Grazing Elk Woman were nowhere to be found, and she lay down on the mat in an exhausted heap.  Closing her eyes she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When she woke, she felt at once refreshed and disappointed that Storm Kar and his planet were not some kind of hallucination.  Speaking of the man of the moment, there was still no sign of him or his sidekick, and with nothing else to do, she moved back down the passageway to explore. 

Returning to the balcony, the bizarre view of the living forest and its rock-like denizens was still there but now a transparent dome had formed over it effectively sealing her in.  Maybe Storm Kar was frightened she’d try and escape or just end it all there and then by jumping over?

Whatever the reason, she was effectively locked in so headed back to the wooden chamber where she’d eaten.  A cold breakfast of strange looking fruit, small bread rolls and assorted meats had been laid out on the table, along with a jug of darkly colored juice and a clay cup.

Simone’s stomach growled for sustenance, and she set upon the breakfast with relish.  If they had intended to poison her, they would have done it already, so she figured it was worth the risk.  That was, unless, Storm Kar had realized he was wasting his time trying to convince her that they were meant to be together and had decided to dispose of her.  Whatever the case, it made a tasty last meal.

After she had sated her hunger and enjoyed a couple of cups of the delicious tasting juice that had been provided, she took another look around.  This time, she discovered a second room leading off from the dining chamber, which served as a kind of bathroom and water closet. 

Feeling grubby and eager to get out of her clothes, she managed to work out how to work the elaborately looking faucet and poured hot water into the huge half oyster shell that served as a bath. 

Stripping off her clothes, she sank gratefully into the water.  The tension and stress of what happened with the fearsome alien began to ebb away and she closed her eyes.  Her mind replayed all the crazy events up to when she investigated the strange noise in the reserve. 

She pictured Storm Kar again, before she’d pulled off his hood, and her imagination lingered over his smooth, sculpted torso and broad arms.  His tattoos were wonderfully exotic and the scars on his arms spoke of secrets and struggles.

She remembered the deep timbre of his voice, and though he had been gruff and intimidating, she found that she liked listening to it.  It had a sultry, erotic quality to it that pressed all her buttons.  The more she thought about him and his powerful voice, the more her pulse quickened. 

She felt the tingling swell of her breasts and a blossoming heat gathered between her legs.  She stretched out her arms and rested them on the sides of the bath, luxuriating in the sensual feelings that were gathering inside her.  She hadn’t felt like this in such a long time.

As soon as she realized that, Dean surfaced in her mind like a ghost and the feeling was suddenly lost.  Simone opened her eyes and sat up in the bath.  Her heat began to cool and she experienced a pang of guilt at her previous sexual fantasies.  It seemed that she was somehow betraying Dean just by thinking about Storm Kar in that way.

No longer in the mood, she started washing herself with the vanilla smelling block of soap that had been set out by the side of the bath.  Once she was sufficiently refreshed, she got out of the bath and searched for a towel.  She found a clean and soft animal pelt that looked like it was meant for the same job and once she was dry, she also discovered an outfit of buckskin designed specifically for a woman.

Not really wanting to get back into her old clothes, she opted for this conveniently provided outfit.  The one-piece skirt fitted perfectly and using a nearby pyramid mirror, she was pleased to see that it showed off the curves of her hips and complimented her large breasts. 

The outfit came with a pair of knee high boots decorated with tassels, and once she put them on she felt a spark of confidence.  She always got like this when she felt she was dressed well and coupled with the bath and breakfast, she was ready to take on Storm Kar.

The trouble was he still hadn’t showed up.  Wandering out of the bathroom, she ambled around between the sleeping chamber and balcony, but could find no other doorway to take her further into the building.  She was essentially trapped until somebody showed up.

Feeling despondent, she went back to the mat and lay down.  She was about to close her eyes and drift off to sleep again, when she heard something flittering up above.  Looking up, she spotted a tiny golden bird flying in a circle just below the ceiling.

Sitting up on the mat, Simone watched perplexed as the bird came down toward her head.  When it got closer, she saw that it was kind of intricate mechanism rather than a living thing and it tweeted happily to itself before it moved into the centre of the room. 

As Simone stared at it, a golden light began to emerge from its beak and as it darted around in the air, she suddenly realized it was using the light as ink and was writing a message in front of her eyes.  She began reading the glowing, floating words as the bird composed them;

‘
Simone, I am deeply sorry at how we left things last night. 

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