Reader Abduction (Alien Abduction Book 7) (7 page)

T
he shift he’d undertaken
—watching for anomalies around the space they weaved, running system diagnostics even though he knew they wouldn’t repair the ship faster, that stupid shift in his pride he’d taken—took too frukxing long.

It proved torture to know Brigitte hid in his room. Out of sight for most of his time in the bridge. He kept checking the sensor readings, and they confirmed she remained in his quarters, and yet, a lack of camera in the cleansing chamber meant he couldn’t see her.

It irritated.
Because I’m worried about my merchandise.

Was she really merchandise? Merchandise wore clothes. Unmarred skin would fetch a higher price on the marriage market they had planned. That travesty provided a list of rules, created by the dowering mothers and, in a few cases, the willing-to-pay warriors seeking suitable mates.

Keep them clothed lest harmful UV and other rays harm the pigment of their skin. Clothing would also protect them from scratches. The other prisoners received garb. He kept his prisoner naked.

He had to. Once he’d pronounced the terms, he couldn’t go back. What male would, given her capitulation would result in great pleasure?

Flipping the screen, he pulled some reports on the news agency channels that managed to bounce a signal this far.

Nothing about their brazen snatch of females or forbidden excursion. However, he did note a report from Earth that mentioned flashes of light in the sky.

Returning to the camera for his room, he could have growled as he noted Brigitte had finally left the bathroom and now lay curled in his bed. Her nude shape appeared blurred, the air blanket providing distortion.

He still stared when Zus arrived and whistled. “Nice present waiting for you.”

“She sleeps.”

“To ensure she is in fine form for the coming activity.”

Phyr’s lip turned down. “No, she sleeps because she ignores me. Why would a female engage in such a maneuver?” His mother certainly never would. She tended to hunt him down for a good harangue, not hide.

She’s not my mother.
What a relief.

“Did you not properly pleasure her?”

Admit his failure in the bedroom? Like frukx. “I pleasured myself because she would not.”

A disdainful snort shook Zus. “She rejected you? How badly did you approach her? I certainly had no such difficulties with the female I chose to center my attention on.”

“She agreed to copulate?”

“Agreed, and more than once. She is enthusiastic, and just the right size to fit.” Zus held out his hands and mimed a womanly shape.

“Mine seemed agreeable upon her planet, yet once we reached my quarters, she argued and teased.”

“So you punished her by leaving her alone and naked?” Zus snorted. “I begin to see why she might not be inclined to do you any favors.”

“I am not asking for a favor. That would imply I owe her something.”

“You could start with courtesy.”

“How will courtesy impress her?”

“The same way it impresses your mother, and before you refute”—Zus held up a hand— “I have seen you with the matriarch of your family.”

A frown creased Phyr’s brow. “But I must treat her thus. While I might command the family as heir, I respect the female who birthed me.”

“Nothing wrong with loving thy mother.” Zus easily sidestepped the fist Phyr shot at him.

“Do not accuse me of being weak.”

Again with an eye roll. “Not weak, but a true son. Which brings me back to my purpose. If you are interested in this female, why not accord her the same courtesy?”

“She is a prisoner.”

A big sigh exhaled from Zus. “Yes, she is, and if you keep reminding her of that, she’ll keep saying no.”

“The female desires me. You shall see.”

“No, I won’t, as I will not be monitoring your quarters.”

“What if the Earthling tries to kill me as I rest?”

Their laughter rang out immediately. As if the female could harm him.

“Contact me if our status changes,” Phyr directed as he left the bridge.

He forced his pace to remain slow and unhurried as he returned to his quarters. The deep breath he took before entering? Testing the air quality in the hallway.

The door slid open even before he touched it. He stepped into the darkened room, pausing as he heard the strange sound of waves splashing against rocks. How had Brigitte managed to work the acoustic system?

Some pompous scholars claimed humans had no more intelligence than a surat. Some more hands-on researchers beat them until those scholars had to use their tails to pull themselves away.

Ignoring the “how” Brigitte had manipulated items on his ship, he strode to the bed, expecting at any moment for her to feign a stretch and peer in his direction. Perhaps crook her finger or offer a smile as she invited him to bed.

The indelicate snore smashed that particular fantasy.

Ignored. It made a warrior feel unimportant. If she wasn’t going to cater to his needs—
or even wake in my presence
—then perhaps he should remove her to the general holding cell with the other humans.

No.

He wouldn’t do it. Not yet. That would be admitting defeat. Zus thought he needed to treat her like his mother.

The thought did not appeal. He would let Brigitte’s own desire for him overcome her protests. He’d show Zus he could get a female. This female.

Stripping his clothes, he knelt on the bed. The mattress kept his weight perfectly balanced, so balanced she probably didn’t even notice him climbing on. He lay behind Brigitte, the warm air blanket letting him sink and then get covered.

No movement from her yet. A sound sleeper, unlike a warrior caste. They woke at the first whisper something had changed.

He edged closer to her. Closer still. Only a slight space separated them, the warm, invisible blanket the only thing keeping them apart. As he moved to close that miniscule gap, his arm came over, his hand ready to cup a splendid breast.
Sleep through that!

Except his hand and body never connected with hers. The cushiony width of the air blanket blocked him. He thrust his groin against it, but could not make contact with her body. He slapped his hand down, several times, only to bounce off the invisible covering.

What the frukx?

Before he could open his mouth or rise from his bed, a sharp, minty smell tickled him along with a soothing mattress massage.

He could almost hear a voice say, “You don’t need the female. Sleep, commander. Sleep.”

He did.

O
pening
her eyes to see a purple face inches from hers probably didn’t call for a scream. The spider the size of her head, reaching out a hairy leg with a stiletto tip on the other hand, totally deserved an ear-piercing shriek.

“OHMYGODITSGOINGTOKILLME!” Said in an impressive single breath, followed by another shriek.

As Phyr rolled onto his back, he opened his eyes and couldn’t help but note the disgusting creature dangling above him.

The mandibles opened wide, and the faceted eyes gleamed. It hissed.

Phyr hissed right back.

The spider thing shot to the ceiling, sucking in its silvery thread. It scuttled across the ceiling and swung itself into the air the last few feet, landing in a hole in the wall that opened.

The hatch shut, and she kept gaping. “What the hell just happened?”

“He returned to his quarters.”

Quarters implied it lived here. “You have a pet spider?”

“Hardly a pet. Rrru is my maintenance engineer. He manages a team that keeps the ducts and crawlspaces clean and free of vermin.”

“You have a team”—she could barely think it let alone say it—“of spiders on board.”

“Arachnai is their preferred term. Spiders are for the common, unevolved versions they’ve seeded around the galaxy.”

“I’m aboard a ship infested with spiders.” She flopped on the bed and shut her eyes. “I need a big can of bug spray.”

“You will not kill members of my crew, although I do commend your bloodthirsty attitude.”

Lifting herself on an elbow, she blinked at him. “You’re fucking whacked.”

“What you’ve said makes no sense, which makes me wonder if you’ll ever come to your senses.”

“About?” she asked, sitting legs crossed with arms folded across her upper body, doing a fine job of hiding her assets.

“Come to your senses about my deal. Sexual satisfaction in return for clothing and run of the ship.”

“No.”

She said it quickly, no hesitation at all, so why did he smile? She’d crossed her legs so he couldn’t see how seeing him all deliciously naked affected her.

Who wouldn’t want to wake to a big, naked man in bed? But still…he was a jerk. With spiders. And a crazy computer. Oh, and a nice ass.

She couldn’t help but stare at the perfect glutes that strutted into the washroom. Could she claim they were magnetic as the explanation why she ended up in there with him? Seriously, her body seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to him.

As she entered the smaller room, he paid her no attention, just leaned against the wall, much as he had the previous day. His cock jutted from his body, semi-rigid, not that she looked or anything.

Okay, so she looked. It wasn’t every day she got to see not only a large specimen, but also one happy to see her. Or was he hard for another reason?

“Do you need to pee? Are you one of those guys who pees in the shower?” She blurted the question, and his eyes widened in shock.

“Most certainly not. The cleansing cycle will take care of any accumulated bodily waste.”

“So you are going to pee in the shower.”

He scowled. “Ejecting urine is done on a proper waste evacuator such as that one.” He pointed to the donut-holed stump. “And I only indulge in that less efficient method if the cleansing unit is offline.”

Since her bladder pressed insistently, she didn’t drop the awkward conversation. Why would she when she’d finally found something that brightened her purple pirate’s cheeks to an almost pinkish hue? “What if I have to pee? Will that shower thing work on me, too?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome.” Somewhere, somehow, she found the nerve to step into the tight space with him.

“What are you doing?”

“I gotta go, too. So why not share?” She grinned. “Did you know this will be my first time peeing with a guy?” It might also be the first time she’d caught Phyr off balance.

His lips tightened as he slapped the wall and ordered a, “Full cleanse, two lifeforms. Mint flavor for the oral hygiene.”

“This thing brushes teeth, too?”

“Yes.”

She almost asked if it cleaned dirty minds because, while she might have set out to drive him off balance, it didn’t leave her unaffected.

A gentle hum enveloped her body, vibrating her skin, her hair, her teeth, and the insistent press of her bladder went away. Cool. Even though he didn’t tell her to, she spread her arms and tilted her head back, smiling at the tickly sensation crawling over her skin.

A fresh flavor entered her mouth, and she opened it in wonder as she ran her tongue over her teeth. “This is amazing.”

He replied with a grunt.

Opening her eyes, she caught him staring at her, blue eyes ablaze with light. If she recalled her abduction stories correctly, in this type of situation, it could mean only one thing.

He wants me. And I want him.

So why not indulge? She’d enjoy it. He’d enjoy it. She’d get clothes and be able to leave this room.

But I’ll be giving in to his demands.

Yes, but then again, he didn’t give her another choice. That was what she told herself as she dropped to her knees and brought herself eye level with his cock.

“So, if I blow you, do you promise to keep your word?” she asked.

“I give my word as a warrior of Aressotle that, should you bring me to culmination, I shall give thee clothing and not lock you in my chamber.”

“Deal.” At least that was what she meant to say, but her sudden gulp of his mushroomed head muffled the word.

As if he even listened anymore. At the touch of her mouth on him, he sucked in a breath, threw his head back, and his hips arched forward.

On her knees, she braced her hands on his thighs and let her mouth do all the work. Work? Ha. More like pleasure. Some women might complain that giving blowjobs was a chore. Not her. She loved the feel of a cock in her mouth, the smooth sensation of it sliding in and out as she suctioned.

Her cheeks hollowed as she inhaled his length. She lost herself in the pleasure of bobbing her head. While alien in many ways, he reminded her of a man. His dick pulsed in much the same way. He was hard steel covered in velvet skin.

As she worked him with her mouth, his hips thrust in time to her strokes, in and out. Faster and faster and…

She could feel him getting close. So close.

And then he spurted, hot and sweet, into her mouth. She sucked him. Took every last drop. Her pussy throbbed as his own arousal ebbed.

Leaning back on her haunches, she really wanted to put her hand down there. Wanted to stroke her slick and aching flesh.

Or maybe he’d do it for her.

He dropped down and stared at her. Not her face, the part of her that wanted his touch.

She gasped as he did touch. The tip of one finger ran along the outer shell of her sex. She couldn’t help the quiver that went through her body. She closed her eyes and waited for his next touch.

And waited. And waited.

Upon opening her eyes, she noted he’d stepped from the decontamination unit and pulled clothing from a hole that opened in the wall.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Getting dressed.”

“But what about me?” What about her poor pussy that wanted him to return the favor?

“Ah, yes. I promised you clothes. Here.” He tossed a scrap of filmy white material at her before exiting the bathroom.

Exited without taking care of her needs. What a selfish jerk.

But at least he kept his word. He’d given her clothes.

On wobbly legs, she stood and shook out the outfit. The silent cursing she did in her head that he was a selfish lover to leave her in the lurch was nothing compared to her screeched, “Asshat! This is not clothing.”