Reader Abduction (Alien Abduction Book 7) (9 page)

“Rub my clit,” she said.

“Your what?” He frowned at her, unable to comprehend what she meant.

“My pleasure button. Here. Let me show you.” She used her own hand to touch herself, the tip of her finger rubbing against a rounded nub on her sex. She quite enjoyed it, too, when she should be enjoying him.

I am the one who should make her mewl in pleasure.

She had only a second to gasp, “What are you doing?” before he had her seated in his chair while he knelt before her. Knelt before a female, a first for him.

But it gave him the view he wanted, especially once he draped her legs over the arms of the seat. Exposed to him, he took note of her pink, swollen flesh, the juices that made her slick, and there it was, the so-called pleasure button.

He pressed it. She jumped and laughed. “Don’t poke it. Rub it.”

Rub? He stroked his finger over it, and she trembled. He rubbed some more, and she emitted pleasure sounds. He pinched it, and she bucked, a deep moan bursting from her.

“Lick me,” she asked. “Lick me until I come.”

Lick her mons? He’d never truly done that before. Phyr usually concerned himself only with getting inside a female as quickly as he could. He never knew when the authorities or angry owners of his acquisitions would come looking.

How would she taste? He’d wondered earlier when he’d touched her. He wondered again now as the scent of her drugged his senses.

The finger he inserted made her sigh. The second made her moan. But when he leaned in and licked with his tongue? She shuddered and called out his name. “Yes, Phyr. Yes.”

The way she said it made him swell. It also made him eager to taste more because she was unbelievably sweet. His tongue lashed at her pleasure nub. His lips pinched it. He rubbed, touched, nibbled at her, completely enthralled by her reactions. Her hands fisted his short hair as she pulled him close.

Still pumping his fingers in her, he felt a moment of awe when her sex clenched tight around his digits, and he could have bellowed in pride when she screamed, “Oh God, I’m coming.”

Yes, he was her god. The male who made her body convulse. The one who brought her intense bliss. And he felt it all, on his tongue, his fingers, and in the satisfaction that overcame him.

I did this. I made her melt.
Because she truly seemed boneless after her climax. A climax he’d given with nothing in return—or so his throbbing cock reminded.

My turn now.

A fine plan that she just had to ruin with words.

“Why is it when you’re not being a jerk you’re so freaking hot?” she murmured with her eyes shuttered. “I wish you wouldn’t do that because I don’t want to fall in love with you.”

She didn’t want to love him? For some reason, that offended him, which, in turn, startled him because he didn’t want this female to become emotionally attached. Hence why he snagged his firearm and used it—on stun.

His captive didn’t have a chance to say a word as she slumped sideways, unconscious.

Her silence didn’t cure the panic in his chest. A panic he couldn’t understand. Drawing her out of the chair, he cradled her in his arms, utterly besieged by odd sensations. Where did the gentleness when he lifted her into his arms come from? Why this strong feeling of protectiveness that caused him to growl at Zus when he asked if he needed aid?

Lust he could understand because that damnable outfit provoked carnal thoughts. Just like he knew the reason behind his irritation because true warriors didn’t feel. They acted. Problem was, he’d known the female less than a galactic cycle, and already he was thinking of keeping her.

Insanity. While she slept, he’d get a full workup done because he’d obviously caught some vile Earth disease. One that made him weak.

And caring. Ugh.

B
rigitte awoke alone
, in a bed she didn’t recognize, a bunk bed, she noted—how juvenile. Turning on her side, she got to see two more bunks, and noted wherever she’d found herself possessed a high, gray, ribbed ceiling and muted lighting.

Where am I?
Because last thing she recalled was the glow of a good orgasm, then nothing.
Did I pass out?

A scream ripped from her as someone suddenly dropped in from above, upside down, hair hanging.

Inquisitive brown eyes framed in thick lashes regarded her. “You’re awake finally.”

“Yes. And possibly having a heart attack.” Her heart certainly raced fast enough. “Where am I? How did I get here?”

“Welcome to the women’s barracks. It’s apparently our home for this galactic flight. We weren’t sure you’d be joining us, given the captain seemed quite taken with you.”

“You mean Phyr?” Funny how the implant let her know the way to properly pronounce his name.

“Yeah, that Fire dude. He took off with you, and we weren’t sure what he intended until he showed up with you last night and dumped you on the bed.”

“He brought me here?” The realization depressed her. She would have thought after two intimate interludes that perhaps, just perhaps, he felt something for her.

Wrong!

“He carried you in princess style. It was kind of hot actually, especially since he growled at us for daring to ask what was wrong with you.”

Did being an idiot count? “I fell asleep. Abruptly.” Strange because she’d never had that happen after an orgasm before.

“Hey, weren’t you the lady in charge of the conference?” someone asked.

“My name is Brigitte, and yes, I helped organize it. The sane parts at least. I had nothing to do with this.” She waved her hand vaguely at their surroundings.

Upside-down girl introduced herself. “I’m Mandy, and I kind of figured you weren’t aware Eve was plotting with alien invaders. I’m just happy they want to marry us off instead of eat us. I’ll tell you, when you were gone there for that little bit, Janet”—Mandy pointed to a spot behind her— “over there was pretty sure you were being prepped for dinner.”

A very loud and unladylike snort drew Brigitte’s attention as a tall brunette approached. “I still say we need to watch ourselves. They’re aliens. Who knows what to expect? Eating. Probing. They might even want to keep us as pets. Hey, I’m Janet.” She thrust out a hand, which Brigitte took and shook. “We met at the conference.”

Indeed they had. An avid reader and conference lover, Janet rolled with a wild bunch of readers and entertained everyone with her vivacious attitude and wicked Jersey accent. “I remember you.”

“I gotta ask, did the captain do despicable things to you? His crew did to Kim and Mandy.”

“Despicably delicious,” Mandy retorted.

“Phyr didn’t do anything I didn’t want.” Not a lie because Brigitte totally wanted him to touch her. Even now, with the jerk having dumped her, she couldn’t help but recall the feel of him. The ecstasy…

“What are you wearing? You look like—”

A grimace pulled at her lips. “A call girl, I know.”

“Actually, I was going to say hot. Much better than what we’re wearing.” Janet pulled at her baggy jumpsuit with a moue of distaste. “They even took away my corset, which sucks because I had it custom made.”

As it turned out, they all had lost their clothes, but from the sounds of it, none of them had to endure any manhandling, nor did they have to bargain for clothing or freedom.
A freedom he took from me,
she noted when they advised her that the door leading from their quarters was locked.

She tested that for herself and kicked the portal when it wouldn’t open at her touch. “Ju’el, open this door.”

The computer immediately answered. “The commander has ordered the passengers in this part of the ship remain confined.”

“You suck, Ju’el.”

“Constantly, as part of my ventilation protocol.”

Stupid literal computer.

Annoyed, she stared at the ceiling, looking for a camera, and even though she didn’t spot one, she yelled, “I know you’re watching, Asshat. You made me a promise.”

To her surprise, Phyr replied. “I kept it.”

“Really?” She couldn’t help but arch a brow as she swept an arm around her. “If you kept it, then why am I locked in here?”

“Because.”

“Because is not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

Frustration made her stamp her foot. “I demand you keep your word.”

“I’m commander on this ship, and I will do whatever I damned well please.”

“Hell, with a hot attitude like that, he can do me,” murmured one of the other women.

Brigitte whirled and shot a glare at the room in general. “Don’t touch.” She couldn’t stop herself from snapping the words, but at least she managed to hold in the, “He’s mine.”

A sudden jolt rocked the ship.

“What’s happening?”

Ju’el’s clear voice answered. “Entering an asteroid belt. All passengers should seat themselves and prepare to be harnessed. Evasive maneuvers imminent.”

A mad dash ensued for the chairs grouped at the far end of the room. Brigitte didn’t make it to one in time, so the next rumble sent her sprawling on the floor, face-first. She managed to put out her hands to break her fall, but before she could rise, those invisible bands wrapped around her, pinning her tight.

“Let me up, Ju’el,” she grumbled.

“All cargo is to be restrained in order to protect your value. Commander’s orders.”

The commander would get an earful when this was done.

If she ever saw him again, which, judging by the piggy-looking aliens that suddenly appeared in the room, seemed not too likely.

“
W
here the frukx
did all these asteroids appear from?” Phyr grumbled. He hated wasting power on shields for anything less than enemy fire, yet the sudden appearance of the erratically spinning meteoroids made him wonder if he should. His sweet Ju’el was built to withstand impact from space debris, but there was debris, and then there was this.

He decided to ride it for the moment and save his energy source for when he really needed it. A few rocks bouncing off reinforced hull plates wouldn’t damage them much. Those were cheaper to replace than a burnt-out power core.

“Ensure the cargo is fastened,” he ordered, unable to stop himself from glancing at the small view screen he kept active displaying the barracks where the females were stored.

His watching meant he caught Brigitte when she yelled at him. How attractive she appeared when angry. How attractive she also appeared flat on the floor, the short skirt of her ensemble riding high enough to reveal the smooth curve of her buttocks.

But lusting after her would have to wait. He needed to steer them around the asteroids best he could. “Zus, how’s our power situation?” he asked of his crewman who worked in the engine room, trying to repair the damage from their last battle.

“Currently, we have enough to employ the shields for a short period of time and still make it home, but if we enable the shields now and run into another enemy craft, we could find ourselves limping into the nearest port.”

Shields down it was then, which meant wincing each time a chunk of space rock bounced off the hull. As Phyr guided them through the path of least collision, he couldn’t help but feel something was amiss. Instinct insisted danger lurked.

“Commander, I think I found something.” Zor drew his attention to the screen where he enlarged a few images of the wildly spinning rocks. “These breaks in the debris are fresh. Not only that. While the dust is clouding the sensors, I think I’m detecting an energy signature.”

His body tensed. “There’s another ship out here with us? Where?”

“I’m looking. It must be cloaked, and with all the garbage out there, I can’t get a clear reading on anything.”

Power be damned. Preserving it would do them no good if they died now. “Zus, raise the shields.”

“Aye, commander. Activating—Frukx. I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? I thought you said we had enough energy?”

“We do, but something is jamming all our controls. I can’t get anything to respond.”

That didn’t bode well. While rare, because of the high price, EMP disruptors would hold his ship hostage for as long as the power source in the unit held out. Being caught in one usually meant—

“Commander,” Zor interrupted. “Another vessel has us locked in a teleport beam.”

Teleport beam? Phyr bounced out of his seat even before Zor announced, “Sensors are showing extra lifeforms in the female’s chamber.”

Someone dares to board my ship!
Phyr dove into the elevation chute, willing the gravitational tube to move him faster. He hit the hall running, his boots pounding with a loud thump as he made his way to the door at the far end.

“Open the portal,” he yelled to his ship, hoping the voice command would work so he wouldn’t waste time. He’d already pulled the gun from his holster, the setting moved from stun to biological pulverize because he never showed mercy to those who thought to take from him. He should note that only the suicidal ever used regular firearms on a pressurized vessel in space. Knives, swords, or, in the case of the newest technology to hit the market, weapons equipped to sense bio matter and destroy it without leaving so much as a scratch or burn on his precious ship.

As he rolled into the barracks, avoiding the bright blasts fired over his head—
the bastards are using energy weapons
!—he raised his weapon and fired. He didn’t miss.

A raider lost its head and hit the floor, loosing the hysterical female in his grip. A female that wasn’t Brigitte.

A blast from behind Phyr and another pirate met its end as Zor arrived, gun blasting.

“Who is piloting the ship?” he yelled as he hid behind a bed just as short bursts of laser fire peppered where he was.

“The ship is piloting her damned self,” Zor replied from across him, also in a hidden crouch. “Are those frukxing idiots seriously using lasers in here?”

“Yes,” he hissed as the newest blast caused a computerized female voice to announce, “Breach in section ten. Sealing it off.”

The pirates thought to poke holes in his precious. They would die.

“Let go of me,” exclaimed Brigitte. “Ow.”

Die painfully
, he amended.

The familiar voice had him peeking over the mattress to see that a raider held Brigitte against him. A cool anger slipped over him, sharpening his sight, steadying his hand. It didn’t help. He didn’t have a clear shot. With a slap of a medallion on its chest, the pirate and Brigitte turned into a disjointed mess of molecules before they disappeared.

They weren’t the only things to disappear, so did the heads of the other six pirates when Phyr rose with a roar of rage and proceeded to show them why they’d chosen the wrong ship to attack.

Chest heaving, he regarded the twitching bodies on the deck. “Is that all of them?” he asked, noting Zor walked past him and checked in between the fastened furniture.

“Nice shooting. You got them all, and even better news, it looks like they only got the one captive.”

That was better news?

They’d taken Brigitte.

Only one female.

His female.

“Argh!” He punched at the wall over and over. Logic screamed there was nothing he could do. His ship lacked firepower to attack. Frukx. Because of the damage he’d sustained, his ship lacked power period.

Defeat burned like acid. Because he’d failed as a warrior, the pirates had taken his Brigitte.

“Commander, did you wish to save the human?”

At the female voice, he looked around, but none of the human females met his gaze. Then again, it hadn’t sounded like one of them. The female spoke in his language. Actually, it sounded a lot like the shipboard recordings for basic events such as Docking and Refueling. A voice that shouldn’t be asking questions.

“Who said that?” He glared at the cowering females, who just stared back, eyes wide in shock.

“I spoke, commander.” The smooth voice came from all around.

“Ju’el?”

“Yes, commander.”

“You’re not supposed to talk.”

“I know. However, in this instance, given time is of the essence, I thought perhaps the commander might overlook that because of a plan I have for you to retrieve the missing cargo.”

A way to get back Brigitte? Instead of allowing elation to show, he frowned. “Stop dancing with your words and get to the point, Ju’el.”

“If my commander would grab one of the invader’s homing beacons, I can summon enough power to beam you to their ship.”

“You mean open a warp rip?”

“No, commander. That function is not available at this time. Not if you wish to return. I can, however, manage two molecular beams. One there, and one back for you and the missing female.”

Disassemble him and toss him over to a raider ship with an unknown number of enemies? Utterly dangerous and risky. “Do it.”

“Are you sure?” Zor asked. “You hate molecular teleportation.”

Yes, but Phyr hated the idea of Brigitte being in those raiders’ grip even more, and he had a score to settle.