Megan's Alien (2 page)

CHAPTER

3

~ Megan ~

♥

The big alien is kind of rude. I don’t like his tone at all.
But you sure like his
delicious scent
, a snarky voice whispers in my head. I want to protest but this pretty purple alien smells even better than the one that brought me here.

Not wanting to cause any trouble, I sit on the smallest blue chair. There are only two chairs in the room and one is quite a bit wider than the other. Both are a pretty blue color. Since the craft is silver the blue adds a nice color pop.

I’ve obviously lost it. What kind of captive admires a touch of color when her future is so uncertain? A desperate one, that’s who. The rumbling of the spacecraft has me jumping to my feet. When it suddenly takes off at a crazy speed my vision tilts and I fall to the floor.

I must have made some kind of sound because the next thing I see are sleek black boots right next to me. I look up and into my captor’s diamond shaped irises. The firm set of his lips lets me know he’s not happy.

“I told you to sit while we took off. Don’t make me regret keeping you.” He points at the chair. “Sit. Stay.”

Not wanting to anger the beast anymore, I sit on the chair as quickly as my aching body will allow.

He snorts and then walks away. I bury my face in my hands. The ache in my shoulder flares up but right now all I care about is not crying. I really don’t want to freak out and have him shoot or kill me. I’ve learned that aliens can be a mean lot.

Once I’ve got my emotions under control, I look around and see him in the room to the side of this one. The pretty purple guy is intently looking at a screen of some sort.

While I have the chance, I look him over. I have to admit the rude fucker is handsome and he smells like paradise. I get a whiff of myself and groan silently. I look and smell awful. Maybe that’s why he’s being so rude to me.

On Earth I wasn’t rude to dirty people, but I sure as hell avoided them as much as possible. On the up-side, with me being so distasteful he probably wouldn’t even think about eating me.

Relief sweeps over me as I realize that he hasn’t looked at me as though I were a meal. Not even once. Does that mean these beings don’t eat humans?

Feeling more secure, I go back to watching him. He has laser focus and it’s still directed toward his screen. Every so often all twelve of his fingers start touching the strange device.

As my gaze travels up his standing length, I recall how tall he is. Both of the purple males are a good foot taller than me. I doubt I could beat them in a fight. Like the other male, my captor is slender but not skinny. I rub my fingers together as I think things through.

So far, I’ve been caged, shot by a stun gun, sold, dragged through a crowd and sold again. No wait. The first purple male didn’t give the three-eyed beast anything for me. Did the three-eyed beast pay for me? I nod as I nibble on my lip. Yes, some form of currency had to have changed hands.

I know the lizard-men that took me from home wouldn’t have just given me away. Plus, it was obvious that they were bringing us to an auction block. If I hadn’t been foolish enough to fight the lizard-men, I’d know more. Deep down I know I was sold, but not to the purple guys.

This is so confusing. My captor shifts and my gaze darts back to him. I hadn’t even realized I’d taken my eyes off him. That could have been stupid. What if he’d attacked me while I was lost in thought? I have to get my shit together.

I can do that by paying more attention. I look my captor over for signs of weakness. He seems healthy—no open sores and smooth skin on his arms and face. The ship is clean, that could be another sign that these beings are into taking care of themselves. He shifts again and I notice how the soft light gleams in his short black hair. I also have to admit that his muscular arms look good. The tight-fitting, short-sleeved black shirt he is wearing looks as good on him as his black fitted pants.

Heat swirls around in my groin. I could kick myself for being drawn to him. He is my enemy. I frown when I remember that no money changed hands. He is my enemy, right?

I startle when he suddenly sets his device down and turns all of his laser focus on me. I nervously fidget with the hem of my dirty shirt. His gaze darts to my fingers. For a second I swear I see a hint of compassion. As he approaches that look disappears.

“You will take a cleansing shower. Follow me.” He pivots and starts walking away. In these small quarters, he doesn’t go far. When he sees that I haven’t moved he frowns at me.

I quickly jump up and go to him. I want to be clean, but I don’t want him watching me get that way. Worry and fear swim around in my stomach causing waves of nausea to churn in my belly. I long to run but know that will only lead to more pain for me. I clasp my trembling hands. I don’t want him to know how scared I am.

Bravery commands respect while fear encourages a chase.

I don’t want to be chased. With his long legs there is no way I’d win the race. A new wave of fear spikes through when I realize that we are in space and that I don’t have anywhere to run to. This sucks.

He waves his hand over a sensor and the door opens. I’m stunned when the room is a little larger than I expect. There are three areas. One is obviously for when nature calls. The sight triggers a response in my body so that I suddenly need to pee real badly.

A look in his direction proves that he doesn’t realize that I need to go. I cross my legs and tap my fingers against my thigh. He frowns at my rapidly moving fingers and then points at the stall I need to use.

“You can relieve yourself in that compartment.” A puzzled look crosses his handsome face. “You do relieve yourself, don’t you?”

“Yes, I need to right now.” I hope he’ll leave now that he knows I need to go. To my great sorrow, he doesn’t.

“Hold it for a moment longer.” He points at another compartment. “That is where you take care of small needs.”

I look at the little sink and counter. It’s efficient with a mirror, toothbrush, and razor latched to the wall.

He points at the last compartment. “After you strip down to your skin, step in here, press this button, lather your hair with the cleaner, and then press this button. Close your eyes because you will be misted and then air dried in a short amount of time.” He turns and looks my body over. “Do not put your filthy clothes back on. I’ll find something for you to wear.”

I watch in shock as he steps out of the room. His gruff tone rubs me the wrong way. This guy really needs to learn to be nicer. When the door shuts, I have to admit that as gruff as he is, he could be a lot worse.

I shiver as I remember the last two beings that had me in their possession. I’ve been caged, chained, stunned, and dragged through the dirt. Not good at all.

So far he has been the best thing to happen to me since I was taken from Earth.

As I remove my worn sneakers and then strip out of my pants and sit to relieve myself, I realize that he’s actually the best thing that’s happened to me in years. My life is pretty pathetic if a gruff alien is the best thing to happen to me.

I step from the stall and strip off my dirty shirt. I glance at the door as I remove my bra. Fear that he will charge in here and rape me has my heart sinking and my hands trembling. He could turn from a good thing to a bad thing real fast.

Longing to be clean, I leave my filthy clothes in a pile and step into the cleaning stall. The silver compartment seems so sterile. This place is vastly different from the woods I lived in.  Fear of the unknown has me hesitating to press the button. Will the cleaner burn me?

“Hurry up, little being. I need to fix you up and then get back to work.”

The sound of my captor’s gruff voice has me quickly pressing the button and then putting the cleaner in my hair. The stuff smells fresh. Not masculine, not feminine. Just fresh and clean. When the mist begins, I close my eyes tightly. I just know this shit is going to burn. My luck has not been good for some time.

I keep waiting to feel pain. My pulse races as I anticipate how bad it’s going to be. A whirling sound comes from somewhere in the stall and then warm air swirls around me. When it stops I look down at my body and touch it. No blisters! Yes, I just made it through an alien cleaner without dying a horrible death.

I squeak when the door suddenly opens and my captor enters. He grabs my hand and pulls me from the room. The fear of being forced into having sex with him has my heart racing and my stomach hurting. I just want to go home.

When he takes me into his lab a whole new fear arises. “You’re not going to cut me up and put my parts in jars, are you?” I remember an old woman telling me that she heard that’s what aliens do. I don’t want to be put in jars. I like being in one piece. As fear swells in my chest, I wonder if I can escape him and find a good hiding place on this craft. They have to land at some time, I can sneak off then.

My whirling thoughts are halted when he says, “I would never cut you up and put you in jars.” He gestures around his small lab. “Where would I put all those jars? Now calm down so I can heal your wounds. The quicker this is done the quicker I can return to my research. Stand still, little…what are you?”

I hate being naked in front of him, especially since he has his clothes on. When his gaze hardens, I blurt, “I’m a human. What are you?” I tangle my fingers together in worry. Is it okay if I ask him questions? I flinch when I remember the lizard-men. They were quick to hit anyone who made a sound. Toughening up, I steel myself for the blow. When it doesn’t come I look up into his diamond shaped irises. I swear they look soft for a few seconds. Then they harden.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t make me say it again.” He circles me and then passes a small device over the side of my head. As comforting heat comes from the silver device, he says, “I’m a dagrinian. One who’s too busy to be doing this.”

His tone is rude and rough but his touch is gentle as he raises my arm and runs the healing device over it. I’m already starting to feel better. I sure could have used that machine on Earth. The gentleness of his touch continues as he positions me to run the healer over my skin.

I suck in a breath when he runs the device between my breasts. I look down and watch as the bruise from being shot slowly starts to fade away. His hand grazes my right breast, but he doesn’t stop to check me out. I’m not sure if I should be insulted or not. My boobs aren’t big but they aren’t small either.

When he bends and starts working on my legs, heat pours over my cheeks. He’s too close to the junctions of my thighs. When he touches my inner thigh and urges my legs farther apart my heart stops.

He looks up and his gaze softens. “Spread your legs so I can get to the inside of your limb.” His tone is clinical.

I take a step to the side and inwardly cry out when his large hand stays on my thigh. The feel of his gentle touch is starting to turn me on. No, no, no. I can’t be attracted to him. I don’t even know his name.

Maybe not, but you do know he has a kind heart. Plus, he smells delicious enough
to eat
, my inner devil points out.

I squirm as the thought of him making love to me develops in my mind and quickly takes on a life of its own. It has been way too long since I had sex. His gentle touch is driving me crazy.

Is he just as caring in bed? Does he even have sex the way humans do? Movement has me looking down at him. This face in now no less than an inch from my pussy. He sniffs and then growls lightly. The blue of his eyes darkens for a second. He closes his eyes and stands to his full height. I can’t help but wonder if he likes my scent or hates it.

I watch him go to a small closet. He reaches in and retrieves a shirt. From the look in his eyes, I don’t think he hates my scent. In these close quarters that’s a good thing. He passes me the shirt and I quickly slip into it. The soft material brushes the tops of my thighs. I feel better now that I’m healed and clothed.

He looks me over and then frowns. “Are you hungry, little human?”

My stomach answers with a loud roar. At his questioning look, I answer, “Yes, that sound coming from my belly is a reminder that I haven’t eaten in a long time.” Right now I’m hungry enough to eat his week old leftovers.

“Come,” he orders and heads into an area that has a small black counter and four black cabinets.

I stand back and watch him open the end cabinet and grab some kind of green bar. He hesitates and then grabs another one. “I’ll go ahead and eat with you and then I’ll tell you what you will do here.”

The green bar he hands me doesn’t have any smell. That’s usually not a good sign, but the roaring of my stomach forces me to take a bite. Ick! It tastes like it’s some kind of bitter plant matter all squished together. When I notice him watching me, I give him a small tight smile. I hope he can’t read my face. To him, I’m an alien after all. Surely he can’t tell how much I hate his food. I swallow the nasty stuff and take another bite. Sometimes survival is a bitch.

He looks at his bar and then at me. “These gromlet bars aren’t very good, but they give you all the vitamins and minerals that your body needs.” A frown creases his purple brow. “I’ll have to look humans up. Even though I didn’t ask for you, I don’t want you to starve.”