Alien Warrior's Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance (2 page)

“No.” The negative monotone was all her rescuer offered as he held her securely in his arms as if she weighed little.

With her consciousness came the realization that her chest was still bare and a squeak of dismay escaped her lips, as she tried to lift her dangling arm to cover her exposed breasts. Pain stabbed through her chest from the attempt and her arm flopped downward, useless, as she moaned in pain.

“Zyn?”

Anna jerked, and then squinted up at the hissed male voice. She saw a helmet and visor in her line of vision and she could see her reflection in the darkened visor. Embarrassment over her brazen bareness turned her cheek into the side of Zyn’s neck to hide.

Whoever was behind the helmet looked down on her, and she heard his strangely airy voice continue, “Zyn, if you insist on keeping the Tellurian hidden, you have to know that they had to take that pain-in-the-ass Duchess to the medical unit.”

***

Z
yn looked down at the female cradled in his arms. She was warm, soft, and she hid against him with her lips turned into his neck. Zyn couldn’t see his officer Vane through Vane’s blackout helmet. The male lived in total blackness, but Zyn knew the little human’s perfect breasts appeared to stand between them. The tips on those ripe mounds were lanced outward as if they jutted for a chance at life.

“I will take her.” Vane’s voice sounded strained. “Someone will have to look after her.”

His Tellurian whimpered, and Zyn felt a strange, but powerful resistance. “Without medical, I am the only one that can heal her.” He had stated it logically.

Vane’s gloved hand rose as if he was going to touch the female, and she shuddered, then whimpered and pressed further into Zyn’s body to cringe away. Vane must have noted the reaction and his gloved hand lowered as he nodded.

“If you need help, call me.”

“Of course,” Zyn replied evenly.

Vane strode past them, and Zyn turned away from the direction of the medical unit.

He was silent as he made his way to his compartment. The Tellurian had the information she needed and he couldn’t think of anything more useful to add to it. She continued to quiver against him and he tried to fathom a logical way to end the shivering. Nothing came to him.

“You are safe.” He finally tried to use one of the rescue phrases, even though it was a lie. The woman was far from safe with him. Still, she shuddered as he keyed in his hatch code. “Are you in pain?” he asked, as the hatch opened.

She nodded against his neck as he strode into his quarters and moved toward the large sleeping ledge attached to the wall. He’d never used the sleeping shelf. He had slept on the floor, but he appreciated its existence now, and he set the female on top of it, beside large cushions propped against the wall.

He noticed the long wave of the female’s black and red streaked hair over her pale shoulders as he stepped back, while she raised a forearm across the peaks of her breasts.

“I have seen them,” he stated sensibly to her, as he looked down on the creamy-fleshed, full globes.

He wondered if the Tellurian blood slaves of his ancestors had been as succulent looking. He could believe they were or that half of his race would not have sucked the poor creatures into near extinction.

“You’re a Viper!” his Tellurian suddenly shrieked.

She scrambled backward, to press against the inner hull.

And Zyn had realized, as abruptly, that all his fangs had elongated.

A pain liked he’d never felt before lanced deep inside his chest, and he knew he’d never forget the sight of her. Her lips were lush and her eyes sparkled with fear, while her bare breasts heaved with her dark hair skirting around her.

He felt something about her abhorrence of him, and it had hurt.

He turned away from the horror on her delicate face, and willed his fangs to recede. Even his cold nature couldn’t completely harness primal instincts that were a part of him. Yet it had been years since he’d had such uncontrolled reactions—since he’d been a boy and they’d been excised from him.

Perhaps the feelings were overpowering him, because he’d known he was going to have to lick her.

It was the only way to heal her wounds without encountering the Duchess again. An elite, who could order the Tellurian back under her service. However, his DNA was made to heal the female Tellurian’s human DNA. Scholars would call it an irony of nature.

Zyn strode to his weapons closet, ignoring the female and her question, as he started to shrug out of his weapons.

***

A
nna’s eyes darted, looking for an escape, but she knew she couldn’t make it past Zyn to the hatch door. She could barely believe he was a Viper, and she wouldn’t have known it if she hadn’t seen his fangs.

Nausea overwhelmed her at the thought of his sharp teeth; she’d never seen Viper fangs before. They gleamed, effervescently white like the purest pearl. The two in the front were thinner, but the back incisors looked thick and lethal.

Of course it must be why he’d saved her ... because of her blood.

She nearly fainted with the thought. Why else would he carry her away like he had? Yet she was fighting an inner war about the fact he wasn’t taking her back to the Duchess; a place she was terrified to go back to. The Duchess or the Viper? It was horrible to contemplate that a Viper sucking her blood was less frightening.

The pillow she clutched to her chest, with her one working arm, was a flimsy shield as black spots darted across her vision. Soon she would be at the Viper’s complete mercy, when she passed out, so she fought to stay conscious.

Why wasn’t he bald? All Vipers she knew of were unearthly white with hairless heads and irises that could turn red. But Zyn had black dreadlocks with purple streaks, like the other female fighter had—the one that had touched her cheek.

“Of course,” Anna whispered.

Zyn had to be interracial. He definitely had some characteristics like the female. They both were tall, although she’d been a head taller. They had dreadlock hair pulled back with some locks that trailed to their shoulder blades. Zyn’s skin was a golden shade of bronze, while the female fighter’s was a deeper bronze.

Thankfully, they both had arms and legs with normal shaped bodies, other than the female had been so slender, where Zyn had broad shoulders. His face was a carved mask with neutral black eyes, and Anna thought it would look strange on him if he ever smiled. She guessed that he never did.

Warily, she watched him as he pulled two long swords from sheaths across his leanly muscled back, and then he examined them carefully before he laid them down. Next came two shorter knives from each of his knee-high black boots, followed by metal, star-shaped objects and other circular-shaped weapons.

She turned her gaze away. He was geared with weapons from head to toe and he was obviously lethal and proficient. He wasn’t a normal civilian or soldier for that matter, and she wondered what hope she had to defend herself against him.

Her senses swam, and she fell against the wall behind her. Bright pain lashed through her and made her cry out.

Suddenly, Zyn was there, sitting beside her—reaching for her.

“You must take my blood.” His voice had sounded hollow for such a horrendous demand.

Anna tried to push him away, beating the one fist she could raise on his bared chest.

“No,” she whimpered.

Of course she couldn’t halt his strength as he pulled her until the bareness of her breasts piled onto the unyielding warm muscles across his chest. She gasped at the intimate contact, while his hand cupped the back of her head and pushed her mouth toward his neck.

“You
must
take my blood. It will heal all internal damage.”

Anna didn’t understand what he was saying as her lips pressed to the column of his strong throat.

“Bite me, Tellurian,” he commanded, and his order vibrated against her lips.

No, she couldn’t!

“Please.” She begged him for her life. “Don’t kill me,” she gasped.

***

Z
yn used his own nail, slicing his flesh. He slashed across his throat, then held the struggling female against him. He forced her lips to the seeping essence, until her struggles slowly stilled.

His mouth had opened on a silent gasp when he’d felt her lips begin to draw deeply. Fear of his reactions had seized him. Conditioning from long ago had him partially expecting retribution for the break in his control.

Memories of being strapped down with electrodes attached to his body had battered him through each rising draw of pleasure he’d felt from soft lips sucking on his neck.

He’d been a youth when his Keeper had conditioned him, back then attaching probes that had fired through each wave of pleasure he’d felt as his Keeper sucked blood from him. It was the way his Keeper forced him not to enjoy the erotic sensations he’d felt at the drawing of his blood. Instead, his Keeper replaced those reactions with memories of pain.

The Keeper’s purpose? To create a better slave mercenary. The Keeper lusted after controlling vicious instincts. The Keeper broke his slave prospects, and then rebuilt their psychic with his pervert desires. He was cruel beyond comprehension, but effective. It had taken the most severe manipulation to turn a half-breed Viper into an emotionless machine that did anything its Keeper had demanded.

Until one day Zyn had killed him.

The woman moaned and the sound cut through Zyn. It wasn’t a sound of horror any longer, but of hunger. Her body had stopped struggling against him, and had started moving and pressing deeper with soft undulations.

His blood was working through her system and streamed into her veins. It would mend her internal trauma, but at the same time it would change her thoughts away from abhorring him, and coerce her into desiring the creature she fed on.

What better way to seduce prey, than to have the leeches of attraction suffused in the transfusion? It wouldn’t be as much as if he’d pierced her creamy warm flesh with his bite, but it still held part of the false arousal.

Her nipples drew taut and pressed into his chest with thrusting tips that yielded to his muscle, while the edges of her breasts pillowed soft and plump against him. He knew it was false desire which moved her body against him, trying to entice him to give her more. Entice him to bite her even though she didn’t know what that meant. 

The belated thought that he should have put a shirt on made no logical sense. What should he care if her curved body moved against his with soft undulations? He tried not to care, but at the same time his conditioning fought not to react to the erotic feel of his blood as it flowed into her soft mouth.

Mentally, Zyn had started to count every weapon he had with slow methodical resolve. It was starting to turn his mind away from the hot sensations, and making him remember each increasing shock of pain he’d received so long ago for being weak and succumbing to arousal.

It had been working, but then the woman started to caress him.

Zyn stiffened as if a stun gun had shot him into stone. One of her small hands stroked his back, while the other tunneled into his hair as she moaned against him. Her legs separated and she crawled further onto his lap, with her knees bent around his waist.

When her hot, damp center pressed into him, Zyn realized his shaft was hard, and he grimaced and his muscular frame strained tauter. His fangs were out again and he scraped them together, finally understanding the temptation Tellurians had presented to his ancestors.

He also began to understand the fact that he was going to have to lick the female, and it might take more control than he’d ever used before.

But he would control himself.

He didn’t care that his shaft was hard ... he ignored it. The female innocent had a right not to be made into his slave against her will.

“Enough,” he said, and his voice sounded rough and not as dispassionate as was normal.

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A
nna furiously blinked her eyes, when Zyn had shoved her off his body. She had landed on the bed, flat on her back, and she felt as if she’d woken from a dream.

Had she been humping against him?

Horror struck her, while she nervously licked her lips. She had. Embarrassment choked her, flooding her cheeks, and she flung her arms across her chest, trying to hide the aroused tips of her breasts.

Then she’d realized she could move her injured arm, and amazement startled her.

Zyn’s chiseled features turned down toward her, revealing nothing but a stone facade, however his irises held red pulsating highlights that seemed to throb inside the pitch-black orbs.

Anna edged her gaze away from him with feelings she couldn’t name, while places inside her throbbed with the timing in the red of his irises. Her nipples were taut and her core was liquid with need, she felt as if she’d been aroused, nearly to a climax, then left to topple free without respite. 

“The essence you took from me should be healing you internally.”

His voice sounded monotone, and Anna peeked at him from the side of her gaze, as she wished he would cover his chest. Then she wondered why she cared.

Because he was ripped with muscles like she’d never seen a male’s body before, and she wanted to feel him against her once more.

Anna cringed at the deviant thoughts, then she tried to deter them and toss them away. She was frightened of him—how could she be aching for him.

“Your blood,” she whispered, and she realized when he’d said “essence” that he’d meant—

“Yes, my blood. Now I must lick you to heal the outer tears on your flesh.”

“Lick me?” Anna gasped, and it sounded more like a whine. Her eyes grew wide as she’d tensed.

“My saliva has healing properties that will close your wounds.”

He was offering to lick her wounds away. Anna tried to make sense of it, and she would have run away, if there was anywhere to go.

“W-Why,” she stuttered. “Why would you do this?”

His head tilted to the side and dropped his dark dreadlocks over one muscular shoulder. She watched the play of curiosity across his features. It made him appear handsome for a moment, but then the strong lines of his face had stilled again.