Abducting Abby (Dragon Lords of Valdier: Book 1) (3 page)

“Stay.” Abby gave the command to Bo and watched as he lay down next to the man, letting his head rest on the man’s chest. “Good boy. Stay.”

Abby took off at a run for her cabin. She would use the old skid she used to haul wood to bring him back to the cabin. She quickly pulled out the harness gear and called Gloria over to her. Hooking up the skid behind Gloria, Abby pulled some thick pads from the storage room of the barn and laid it on top of the skid. With a click of her tongue, Abby and Gloria were moving up the path again to the meadow. Gloria was a pro at this as Edna would bring her several times a year for Abby to use. It was too cold most of the winter to keep a horse or a mule up this high in the mountains; plus, there was not enough pasture land, so it was a win-win situation for Abby to just borrow Gloria when she needed the extra help.

Abby jumped off the skid once they entered the meadow. The gold ship glittered as Abby walked by with Gloria. Abby couldn’t help but run her hand along the ship’s surface again caressing it.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m going to help him. Then you can have him back. He just needs some TLC. I won’t hurt him.” Abby said as her fingers glided from the tip of the ship to the very back. She could almost feel the ship’s sigh of relief at her words.

Bo looked up from his place next to the man. After fifteen minutes of grunting and pushing, Abby finally had the man of the padded skid. She was breathing heavy and sweating from the excretion.

“Wow. He’s a lot bigger and heavier than I thought.” Abby said to no one in peculiar. She didn’t know if the ship, Bo, or Gloria really gave a damn about how big and heavy the man was.

Abby made the short trip back to the cabin at a much slower pace, aware of how the man groan with every rut she hit. She would have to use the ramp her grandfather built for her grandmother to get him in the cabin. The skid was narrow enough to fit through the front door of cabin thanks to the extra wide door her grandfather installed after her grandmother needed to use a wheelchair to get around. It would be tricky getting him in the room and in the bed but she felt sure she could do it with a little manipulation.

An hour later, Abby lay on the bed next to the man totally exhausted. She had pushed, pulled and tugged until she could barely move but she had him in the bed. She gave herself a few minutes to regroup before pushing up. First things first, she needed to get his clothes off of him so she could see the damage. Then, she would bathe him and doctor his cuts.

Abby didn’t want to cut the man’s clothes up but she found it was going to be the only way to get them off of him. She would go to town later and get him some clothes once she knew it was safe to leave him. As she cut the shirt off of him, Abby noticed the gold on the man’s throat had moved down to his chest now. It just lay there curled up as if it was asleep. Abby couldn’t contain the tears that filled her eyes at the number of cuts and bruises on the poor man. She tried not to blush when she got to his pants. He wasn’t wearing anything under them and was just as impressive there as he was everywhere else. Abby did her best to keep an impersonal touch and hoped the man wouldn’t be offended when he woke up that she had taken such liberties. His legs were covered with bruises as well as small cuts. It was as if he had been tortured. She gasped as she saw the deep cuts around his ankles. Her gaze flew to his wrists and sure enough, he had deep cuts there as well. Whoever hurt the man had obviously had the man shackled so he couldn’t defend himself.

Abby threw the clothes into a pile. She would burn them later in the burn barrel she had. Going into the bathroom, she filled a bucket with lukewarm water. She needed to get his temperature down. She was afraid to give him any medication for a human, not knowing if it would hurt him. She hoped cleaning the wounds and bringing his temperature down would help. Rolling him onto his side, she laid a vinyl table cloth down with the plastic facedown so she wouldn’t soak the mattress. She then laid several towels under him. She bathed his back first, just dampening his hair as best she could. She wouldn’t be able to really wash it but at least it would feel better than it had. As she bathed him she was careful to make sure she paid close attention to his cuts. It was strange watching the small gold band moving over his body as she moved the man. It seemed to go to the worse cuts and bruises and stay there for a few moments before moving on. Once, it even came to her and wrapped around her wrist while the other gold wrist cuff dissolved and moved to replace it. Abby just shivered when she felt them move over her. It wasn’t a bad feeling. In fact, it gave her a warm, fuzzy one.

Abby turned even redder as she washed the man’s private area. He was thickly built and long even in his relaxed state. She had never seen or touched a man before and her hands shook as she gently cleaned him. She was thankful he was unconscious and would never know what she had done. She tried to think what a nurse would do in such a situation. Hell, she knew even some cosmetologist worked with peoples’ private areas. She tried to focus on the gold band moving up and over the man’s body from one place to another. She watched in fascination as cuts began to heal right before her eyes wherever the gold band would touch. Right now, it was working on his right wrist.

Once Abby was done, she removed the damp table cloth and towels and covered the man with the thick quilt. She put the man in her grandparent’s old bedroom. The bed was a king size and seemed to fit him better than her full-size bed. She felt his forehead again and it felt a little cooler. His complexion looked better as well. She had enough time to put Gloria up and make some dinner before dark. The electricity was still off and she didn’t want to run the generator any more than she had to. She could measure the man and order him some clothes from the Internet. Luckily, her laptop was fully charged and she used satellite for her connection since no service ran this far up into the mountains.

An hour later, Abby closed the laptop satisfied with her order. She ordered the man several shirts and pairs of pants, boxers, socks, and after measuring his feet, which she found were ticklish, a pair of boots and a pair of tennis shoes. It wasn’t easy finding both in a size eighteen wide. She stood up and stretched. The gold bands had switched again and she noticed the one on her left wrist seemed to be stroking her. Abby smiled as she gently rubbed the little gold band. She could tell it seemed to enjoy it when she did that. She figured she would sleep in the big bed next to the man tonight. There was plenty of room for her skinny butt and this way if the gold bands needed to change they could. Plus, she just felt better staying close to him. At least until he woke up.

Chapter 4

Zoran stretched out waiting for the pain to slice through his body. He kept his eyes closed as he sent out his senses to determine what dangers might be close at hand. When he didn’t feel the normal wrenching of pain, he froze. He could feel his symbiosis moving around his body repairing the damage. Had he found shelter? He frowned, he couldn’t remember. Had his brothers found him? He did not detect their presence. He did a quick internal review. His ribs were healed, though still tender, and the numerous cuts and bruises were also healed. He felt clean but he did not remember bathing. He also realized he was completely nude beneath a soft thick covering. He didn’t recognize any of the scents around him as being from his home.

He let his senses expand to cover the room. He was alone in the room but not in the structure. There were two other species in it with him. While he did not recognize the scents, they were vaguely familiar. He heard a soft pleasant sound, a type of soft singing coming from the other room before he heard the sound of footsteps as they approached him.

Abby sang softly under her breath as she prepared a vegetable broth for her guest. She had been forcing the broth down his throat for the past two days, fearful of him becoming dehydrated or malnourished. The electricity came back on late last night. She was thankful, as she needed to finish the piece she was working on and it was just safer not using candles. Pouring the broth into a deep bowl, she set it on the tray. She hoped her guest woke up soon. If he didn’t wake up by tomorrow, she was going to have to call for the doctor to come look in on him. She went up to the meadow twice a day as well to pet and talk to the gold ship. She didn’t know why but she had a feeling it was worried about the man. She was rewarded with another gold bracelet, necklace, and earrings. At the rate she was going, she would be so loaded down she wouldn’t be able to walk.

Abby walked quietly into the bedroom. The mid-morning sun shone brightly through the large windows.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. I’ve made you some more of that delicious broth you love so much. How about opening those gorgeous eyes for me and giving me a peek at whose sleeping their life away? Bo would love to have someone play catch with him and your golden ship seems to be missing you as well.” Abby keep up the running dialog she started yesterday morning thinking if he heard someone’s voice he might respond faster. The Internet said people in a coma could hear what people said, so maybe this hunk of a man could hear her.

Zoran frowned as the translator imbedded in his brain took a moment to learn and translate the words the creature spoke. He breathed in deeply to catch the creature’s scent and was immediately hit by the fragrance of wild sunlight, woods, and flowers. His body jerked in response, his cock filling with need as the beast inside him responded to the female. His fingers clenched under the covers as he fought the overpowering reaction to the female’s voice and scent.

He could tell she was not a Valdier. Her scent was wrong but it was also right. He had never had such a powerful reaction to any of the females on his planet, or any other, for that matter.

He heard her set something on the table next to him before the bed sank down slightly from her weight. He bit back a groan as he felt her soft fingers slide through his hair and down along his face caressing him.

“Come on, fly boy. Don’t you want to wake up? It’s such a beautiful day outside. I need to go into town today and I don’t like leaving you alone when you are so defenseless.” Abby enjoyed running her fingers through his long hair and along his jaw.

Suddenly, strong tan fingers wrapped around her fragile wrist and she was jerked over his body until she was laying on her back under a huge chest. Abby let out a squeal as she was flipped over the long, hard body of the male who moments ago had been totally still and unresponsive. She laid still, staring up into dark gold eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up into the strong, fierce face of a man who could snap her neck between his fingers if he felt like it.

Zoran stared down into the face of the female laying beneath him. She was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes were a dark blue with little flakes of black in them. She lay perfectly still beneath him as he studied her. Her eyes were wide but they did not hold any fear. It was like she was waiting for him to make up his mind what needed to be done next. He held one of her slim wrists in his large hand while her other hand was pressed against his bare chest. He felt her fingers move, spreading out so they wove in the dark hairs covering his chest. He shivered as he felt her short nails scrape him lightly. His body tightened with need. He wanted her. It wasn’t until he bent to kiss her wrist that he noticed the gold symbiosis wrapped tightly around it. His gaze jerked down to her throat where her pulse beat a fast tempo. A spec of gold showed from her throat, as well as, from her ears and her other wrist. How was it possible? She was not of their species but his symbiosis had claimed her.

Jerking up into a sitting position, Zoran gripped the shirt covering the female and jerked it down ripping the buttons off. Abby cried out, startled, and tried to pull away. Zoran pulled her roughly to his chest pinning her to him as his hand moved to her throat and his symbiosis. He buried his nose in her throat, listening to her heart beat frantically as his fingers gently touch his symbiosis. He communicated with it making sure the female had not harmed it. If she had, he would break her neck. The warmth that flooded him took his breath away. Not only had the female cared for him but she also cared for the mother symbiosis which was his ship. Zoran saw flashes of her stroking and reassuring his symbiosis that it was safe and she was going to take care of him. He saw the way she struggled to bring him back to her home, how she bathed him, fed him, and held him at night talking to him softly. He felt a wave of desire so intense, he wanted to take her right then and there, claiming her as his; because, whether she realized it or not, she
was
his. His symbiosis recognized his true mate right away and his body recognized her as soon as he awoke.

Abby waited fearfully to see what the man was going to do. She knew he could snap her neck in a heartbeat if he wanted too. When he tore her shirt open, she feared he would do worse. She would not let him or any other man rape her without a fight. As the minutes passed and he did nothing, she began to relax. She could feel him running his finger over the gold at her neck and figured he must have reacted to seeing it, other than a desire to take her body. She had to admit she was a little disappointed. She had been fighting lustful thoughts ever since she found him.

“If you are going to kill me than please get it over with; otherwise, can you let me up as your brunch is getting cold?” Abby said calmly.

Zoran looked down into Abby’s eyes again before he seemed to realize he still held her tightly against him. Reluctantly, he released her, setting her up into a sitting position.

Abby smiled gently while trying to hold her blouse together. She blushed when she saw his eyes follow her movement and she felt her nipples swell in response. She turned even redder when she saw the desire come into his eyes, as if he knew her response to him.

Scooting to the side of the bed away from him, Abby stood up. “Do you understand me?”