Alien Warrior's Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance (10 page)

“Zyn,” she gasped. “Please, oh please.”

His resolve slipped. His fangs curved toward her throat, while his hips moved as though he would mount her and red slashed over his eyesight. At the last possible second, a climax exploded through her body with his name cried from her lips. It turned his nearly overpowering hunger from trying to conquer her and take her, into a raging but fulfilled awe.

It stalled his fangs bite and his shaft’s thrust as he felt her release as if it rushed through him— 

“Oh! Zyn! Oh lords, baby. Oh!”

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A
nna came awake in the dark, and then a slow smile moved across her lips. She stretched and slowly rolled her body with a purr in her throat. Then she remembered why she felt so good, and a blush heated her cheeks at the same moment the thought came to her.

Let’s do that again.

Seconds after that she frowned, having turned in the bed under the covers and realized Zyn was not beside her. She sat upright and the lightweight cover fell to her lap as her gaze searched the darkness. The stars gave enough light through the floor-to-ceiling windows for her to see Zyn as he laid on a mat in front of them. He was on his side with his back to the room, and he faced out toward space.

Her breath caught as feelings of rejection twisted through her. Why wouldn’t he stay in bed with her? She couldn’t exactly remember the ending of their intimate relations. Had she passed out or fallen asleep? Could he be upset about that?

Then she clearly remembered that she’d gotten all the pleasure and he’d had none. She clutched the covers and brought them over her bare chest. How could she have left him unrequited like that?

The glow she’d had begun to fade, but then she started to think more clearly. This was no normal man. Zyn was a half-breed Viper who fought his emotions. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. Had he mesmerized her again? She could only remember one other time when she’d felt the blankness of memories about events in the past. It felt just like when she’d asked Zyn to mesmerize her, and he had.

She wondered why Zyn would entrance her, right after he’d given her the best orgasm ever. Her toes still curled with thoughts about it. When she’d been beneath Zyn’s hands, it was as if he’d known the exact places to press, circle, and stroke to make her fall apart with pleasure.

A pleasure so strong, it had touched her soul. But her eyes narrowed as she thought about Zyn’s presence in that ecstasy. If she were honest, she’d have to say he’d been one-step beyond her, not truly with her in the moment—as if he’d held himself apart.

There had been moments where she’d felt that he was affected, but overall her Viper had held himself aloof. That reserve, along with entrancing her against her will, made her angry.

“How dare he,” she muttered.

He’d thought he could just point his finger and she would obey. He had been so worried that he’d bite her and lose control, but at the same time he’d maneuvered her, like a master did his possessions. Wasn’t that just as bad as the things he had tried not to do?

She was tired of the way he’d tried to control her for her own good all the time. Trouble was he wasn’t going to stop, which meant she wasn’t going to stop him from going after the remains of the shoes.

If it wouldn’t have brought Soto down on Zyn also, she would have called Soto that minute and turned herself in to him. She’d tell him the rebels didn’t have the shoes, and he’d believe her. Maybe her inability to save Zyn was making her angrier, but he shouldn’t have mesmerized her again.

She sat for a while and watched his body, while trying to figure out a way to keep him from giving up his life for her. They had time, if only she could convince him not to go after the shoes right away. Then what?

Anna sighed as she wondered what Zyn would do if he were her. But he had all those incredible abilities, which she didn’t possess. It made him formidable, while she was just a mouse.

***

Z
yn came awake like the snap of two fingers from one second to the next, but his body hadn’t twitched as he assessed his surroundings. Something had brought him awake and he didn’t think it was the hard erection he still had. He breathed as if he was still sleeping, while he tried to sense the room around him.

He knew Anna was still in the bed; it was as if her presence was melded to him. Then he heard the sound he knew had awakened him: a cough and a mutter. He was unused to hearing sounds that close to him from his rested to his awakened state, and it had to be the reason he’d jerked awake.

Another cough, that time harsher, sounded into the silence of the room.

Concern blossomed, but Zyn still hadn’t moved to see why Anna was coughing. Instead, he’d counted in Osoft—backwards—from multiple highs to lows. Slowly. He controlled his breathing ... tried to control his thoughts. Even as he gained his center, he couldn’t fight the remembered visions of Anna in the throes of passion. She’d been everything he’d not known he wanted, and the fact he hadn’t coupled with her was her only salvation.

From him.

To keep her ... to have her body and blood everyday would be worth living for.

Before tonight he’d restrained himself, because he feared he’d take too much and destroy her as his ancestors had. Now he knew he cared too much too ever do that. Now he contained himself, because he likely wouldn’t live through his attempt to retrieve the remnants of the shoes.

If he took her beneath him, he’d never be able to leave her.

She would call him a coward, but he’d mesmerized her and then flung away from her in the aftermath of her orgasm. Just as his body had raged to thrust inside her.

Restless rustling sounded on the bed behind him, and narrowed his thoughts to her. He wanted to be beside her, holding her naked body against his. In her. Thrusting.

“Frick,” he cussed lowly ... and he never cussed, never allowed himself to become so frustrated.

However, he’d opened the dam, bit by bit—and it wouldn’t go back under his control. He rolled to stand. Without looking toward Anna, and without acknowledging her, he stalked from the darkened sleeping room.

He had to condition.
Now.

***

“O
h damn him,” Anna muttered, as she moved to sit in the bed.

She hadn’t believed Zyn
just
left the room. She’d been trying to pretend she was sick. It was the only ploy she had come up with to try to gain his attention in the dark. Play ill and beg him to stay with her. Only he’d seemed immune.

She threw back part of the covers forcefully, whipping them with her anger. She wouldn’t let him go on the suicide mission—she had to think of something.

“I’ll cut myself in front of him if I have to,” she vowed.

She thought her fresh blood might be so irresistible ... or she would try sex again. She tugged the light top cover, and jerked it several times until it pulled off the bed. Standing, she wrapped it around her naked body.

“First a quick mist-clean, then it is going to be blood or sex, Zyn.”

After she’d washed, she left her body and hair wet and she grabbed a smaller towel, which barely fit around her. When she looked in the mirror, she hadn’t been so certain it covered her bottom or her mound in front.

“If you want to save him, you’re going to have to use everything,” she told her reflection.

Then she went to the food service area to look for something sharp to cut her wrist with. She’d have to keep her senses about her, if Zyn started taking her blood or anything else like sex. She knew giving him her blood would alter them both, but she had to use his altered state to convince him to let her be the one to go back to Soto.

As a logical plan, it sucked, but it was the best she could do.

However, when she’d walked behind the food service island she saw what looked like an empty plastic cylinder tossed on the steel countertop. She rushed up to it and grabbed it, nearly losing her towel.

“No, he’s fed,” she exclaimed with frustration.

It actually felt like a betrayal somehow. As if he’d disdained her blood or as if she were jealous of the plasma he’d taken.

She grabbed the cylinder and marched toward the one area in Zyn’s home she’d not been in before—the area she thought he had to be in. She was mad and she wasn’t going to let his unemotional, superior, and I-know-what’s-best attitudes stop her this time.

Anna turned the walled corner. She hadn’t been certain what she expected, surely when Zyn had said conditioning she’d thought he meant an exercise and training area, which he used to physically workout. But what she saw made her gasp.

Zyn stood in a circular area, bordered by clear and thick see-through panels. On the top, sides, and bottom. Inside the structure were two, silver polished robots. They were lean, thin, and agile, and they were hitting Zyn with long bats, which rocked Zyn’s body during each strike. Sparks from the bats flew as Zyn held his arms up like a cross and let the bots hit him.

It had to hurt!

Anna dropped the cylinder, as she gasped a shriek, and she ran forward. She could sense the pain each time the bots struck him!

“No,
no
. Why are you doing this!” she exclaimed, as she attacked the clear sides of the structure with her palms. “Zyn!” she screamed, trying to gain his attention. But the clear-sided arena had to be soundproof.

She beat on the sides of the clear walls as she ran around the circular circumference, while she tried to make eye contact with Zyn. However, his eyes were hardly open through the beating. Then she saw an indent in the wall. It looked like the opening Zyn might use to enter and beside it was a communication port.

She slapped the port screen, yelling, “Zyn, stop. Please!”

His head jerked. He’d heard her! She saw his mouth move, but she couldn’t hear a sound. However the bots had stopped their attack.

Anna ground her knuckles against the tears on her cheeks and eyes. She was shaking.

“Why do you do this, Zyn?” she cried.

His arched lips went flat as his fluid body stalked toward where she hovered. He should have been doubled over in pain, she thought. Her gaze jerked over his magnificent muscular body, because he wore only skintight boxer shorts. Bruises marred his sides and the mounds of his chest.

He touched something on the wall and a portion of it slid open.

“Zyn,” she sobbed, and she hadn’t given him a chance before she’d frantically embraced him. He was stiff and unreceptive, but she didn’t care. It only made her clutch him tighter. “Why do you hurt yourself like that,” she cried.

***

Z
yn grabbed Anna before she made them both fall, while he felt her hot tears on his chest.

“I heal quickly.” He stated what he thought was a logical answer.

Anna’s fingers tunneled into his dreadlocks, and it turned his gaze to her bright, tear-filled eyes. “H-How does being beaten, and offering no fight to stop it, t-train you?”

Zyn could see Anna was extremely emotional and he tried to understand.

“It’s the way I have always trained,” he said, as he noticed she was wet and wore very little. He was distracted when the next words fell from his mouth. “My Keeper trained me this way, to beat out emotion—” Zyn had abruptly shut his mouth.

Something like a hot brand seared inside his chest, and he felt an emotion seeping through him he’d felt little of in his life. Embarrassment. He set Anna away from him.

“This is not your concern.”

“But I care for you,” she whispered, and her beautiful features looked tragic.

More pain sliced his chest, and he lifted his palm up to rub it, as if he could ease the inner pain.

“You shouldn’t,” he uttered, as if he’d snapped at her with feelings involved. “I will only take your blood and destroy you.”

“No,” she gasped, then she clutched his arm and tried to turn him toward her. “Zyn, you would never do that to me. You know it. Tell me you know it!”

A sound that shouldn’t be, suddenly riveted Zyn’s attention. He knew his superior hearing had picked it up, and Anna couldn’t hear it. He reached her in a blur of motion, and he cupped his hand over her mouth to hold back her inevitable scream, then he dragged her backwards.

Into her ear, he whispered, “Someone is here.”

She immediately stopped struggling, and he pulled her to the back of the room, behind the conditioning arena. It went against his instinct to hide, but with Anna next to him, while barely covered in a towel, he had little choice.

The sounds were definitely footsteps, which tried to hide their approach. That anyone had gained access to his fortified home meant they weren’t there to be friendly. He did have a large rebel bounty on his head, courtesy of Soto. Yet he’d thought his home was off the grid, otherwise he’d never have considered leaving Anna alone there.

He moved Anna onto a slightly raised platform.

“Hold me,” he ordered, and he held her tightly against him for more support, while she clutched him and looked confused.

He hadn’t been able to take the time to explain, and he couldn’t have her anticipated scream announce their position, so he’d pressed his hand over her mouth again. He tapped the platform, and it shot upward, as he felt Anna screaming against his hand. It had been difficult to keep her balanced, and he was afraid he might have bruised her, trying to hold her steady.

“Please, Anna, do as I say,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

She grew stiff, but stopped struggling, and he removed his hand as the platform halted on the upper floor. Her eyes were wide, and he knew she’d not realized this area existed. He had the odd feeling his cheeks colored as he tugged her off the platform and wished she had been wearing more than a towel, which just magnified her vulnerability. 

What was he going to do with her so he could engage the intruder or intruders?

***

A
nna’s gaze flew over the contents of the upper room as Zyn tugged her through one and into another one. It was an artist’s den, as if Zyn had been creating art. When she sailed by, following Zyn as quickly as she could, she saw a pottery replicator, a digitized canvas palette on a robotic easel, and a color synthesizer.