Mercenary Abduction (Alien Abduction) (7 page)

“Doing what?”

He mashed his mouth down on to hers before she could ask any more frukxing questions and give

the plan away. To his relief, she didn’t bite his tongue off. And this time, he remained upright.

Taken by surprise, Olivia didn’t have time to think, but she certainly felt when Makl kissed her

with a sudden passion. Unlike earlier, when she concentrated on getting him to lower his guard so she could gas him with the capsule hidden in her tooth, this time, she had nothing to fight him with. Other than her tongue, and that proved more pleasurable than effective in getting him to stop his delicious kiss.

Damn, the alien, so like a real man, attracted her. He appealed to her senses. From his sculpted

body to his bantering, she couldn’t deny he brought her to life, stimulating her in all the right spots. And she meant
all
. He sure packed a wallop of a kiss! Olivia was by no means innocent. She’d put her curiosity about sex to the test years ago and remained for the most part unimpressed, but she should

perhaps revise that attitude given with just a single embrace, Makl raised her blood temperature to boiling

– in a good way. But, hormones humming or not, French kissing wouldn’t help them escape.

In between pants, she whispered. “What’s the plan?”

“Just keep following my lead,” he muttered back before kissing her anew in a thorough way that

left talking unfeasible.

Odd how his lead meant her tongue getting knotted with his. The tips of her breasts, crushed

against his chest, peaked. Her sex moistened. She found herself swaying into him, rubbing and pressing, trying to get closer. His large hands roamed her back, massaging her spine with hard fingers that dug in just right and then traveled down the length of her frame to cup her buttocks. She gasped when he lifted her, fitting her sex tightly against the hard bulge at his groin. Evidence of his desire rubbed decadently along the front of her mound.

She moaned. Insane. Crazy. Hard to care. She’d never lost herself in a moment like this before.

Just let herself feel… She vocalized her pleasure.

“That’s it. Moan a little louder,” he coaxed.

His murmured words broke a little of the spell, enough she opened her eyes and saw him reach

behind him to grab and throw his cloak. He aimed for the camera in the corner. The silky fabric caught the tip of the spying device and slid to the floor. Great. Someone hand her the stupid award of the hour. She’d given him the nice warm cape to use as a lens cover so he could get into her pants.
How could I forget for
a moment about my arrest, pending sentence, and everything else just because a perfect stranger put
his tongue down my throat?

What sucked even more than her idiotic reaction to his kiss? She still would prefer to kiss him

than deal with the bleak situation in which she found herself. Was it too much to ask for just a little peace and quiet? Why hadn’t she taken the retirement instead of going after the treasure? Why was she letting him melt her with the nibbles against her throat? He caused her situation. He promised to get her out. That meant no more kissing.

About to launch into a tirade, she almost bit her tongue instead as his lips moved from her neck to

the lobe of her ear, nipping the tender flesh while his warm breath fluttered in the shell.

“Pretend you’re enjoying this,” he hissed. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about escaping?”

She faked a gasp and clutched his hair – tight enough to make most men wince – and yanked his

head down so she could pretend to give his ear the same erotic treatment.

“It’s hard to pretend when I don’t feel a thing.”

“Liar.” He blew the hot word into her ear. Forget controlling the shudder sweeping through her.

Okay, so it felt good. It didn’t change anything. “Sex isn’t going to melt those bars no matter how

hot.”

His low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “At least you admit it would be hot. But alas, this is

just part of the plan to escape.”

She snorted, but didn’t stop her nibbling of his skin – he did taste quite delicious. Faking it wasn’t proving the chore she pretended.

“Oh, my sweet barbarian,” he groaned, taking a step back. Louder, “Never fear. I won’t let you

die a virgin.”

“Excuse me?” She could have caught a lot of things considering how low her jaw dropped.

“A sweet thing like your deflowering should take place on the softest of linens. Just you and I,

naked. Skin to skin. My mighty cock cleaving your most tender of places.”

A giggle left her. Then a snort. About to mock him, she caught a slight shake of his head. She

adjusted her words. “How romantic?” She couldn’t help the questioning lilt.

“Romantic? Alas, with time running out, we shall have to make do with what we have. I just wish

we had more privacy.” He winked at her as he gestured to the room, more specifically, the cloak at his feet.

And she finally got her head out of her pussy and caught on. “Oh, my purple stud muffin. You say

the hottest things.” She whipped her shirt off, leaving her clad only in a thin bandeau across her breasts.

With a seemingly negligent toss, she flung her top; the hem of the neckline and lighter fabric caught the edge of the camera and hung. Now the guards watching would have to rely on sound only, which

explained Makl’s outrageous speech. Or at least she hoped that wasn’t how he spoke to his lovers. Not that she intended to find out. Great kisser or not, he’d only embraced her as part of his plan. And she’d gone along with greater acting skill than she realized she owned. The wet panties and flushed skin were a nice touch. Maybe she should look into going on stage as an actress?

However, the show wasn’t done, not if Makl’s oration was any indication. “Yes, you decadent

barbarian. Bare yourself for me that I might taste the fruit of your body.”

“Lick me like a bonbon,” she cried. She joined in, grasping their need to cover their actions. She

still didn’t understand what he planned. As he scrounged through the folds of his cloak, he kept up a running commentary.

“What are you doing on your knees, human? I am much too big and thick for your sweet, precious

mouth. Ah. Ah. Yes, you wicked temptress.” He caught her gaze with the last word.

She rolled her eyes at his wide grin, but played along as he pulled something out of a cloak she

could have sworn didn’t own a single pocket. “You.” Pursing her lips, she made a slurping noise. “Ain’t seen nothing.” Suctioning sound. “Yet. My vagina is even tighter than my mouth. Wetter. And waiting for you.”

Did his eyes cross? She couldn’t have said for certain as Makl dropped his baton with a muttered

curse. “Ooh, watch those teeth, my lovely. My big purple monster is perhaps too much for your small

mouth.”

Oh, that made her choke for real. “Oh, let me keep trying. You taste so yummy, but goodness,

you’re just sooooo big.” Olivia put a finger in her mouth and pretended to gag. Makl grabbed the rod from the floor and shook with silent laughter, his icy eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Big and hard, just for you, my sumptuous barbarian. Now bend over that I might plow you with

my mighty sword.”

Plow? She mouthed the word at him with a wrinkled nose and he grinned as he extended the short

rod into a baton, the snick of metal clicking into place covered by her pretend noises of wet pleasure.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Yes. Take it, human. Take all of my mighty cock.”

Olivia fought hard not to laugh as she replied in kind. “Harder. Yes. Yes. Harder. I love the feel

of you banging my uterus. You are so big. Yes! Yes!”

It seemed their playacting bore results. The guards didn’t even attempt to keep quiet as they came

rushing down the hall, booted feet thumping. Eager bastards. She curled her lip at their predictable need for a firsthand view of the action.

Makl twirled the silvery cloak around his shoulders and beckoned her to join him. She hesitated.

And he disappeared. Literally.

What the fuck? She stuttered to a halt right in the middle of her fake orgasm.
Where did he go?

Don’t tell me that damned cloak was a teleporter and I never figured it out.
But if he was gone, why could she still hear him faking it? She yelped as a disembodied hand emerged from nowhere and yanked

her against a broad chest.

“Keep screaming,” he admonished between his own yells of bliss. Not so easy anymore when the

scent of him – feel of him – flooded her senses. Her moans turned breathy and the heat of before returned full force, focusing on the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Pressed tight against him, each slight friction of their bodies seemed to rub against it, sending small shockwaves through her. When her breath caught and she went silent, he yelled, “I’m coming.” Then once again, meshed his mouth to hers,

absorbing any sound she might have made when the door to their prison slid open. A brief embrace just long enough to keep her quiet while the guards entered the cell with a puzzled, “Where the frukx are

they?”

Spinning her away from him, Makl went into motion. Out shot his leg, his foot sweeping behind

one guard’s leg. The bar he swung at the other thug in uniform knocked his pistol clear – in the opposite direction of Olivia who watched in frozen fascination. Despite her upbringing, she seldom encountered true violence first hand. It both fascinated and repelled. The power Makl displayed, the force behind each jab… When he whirled, his fist connected with a solid thud to the fleshy jowl of the guard. Down went the alien in an unconscious heap. That she could handle, but it was the wrench of the neck after that sent her stumbling back.

He killed him!

Shocked at the violence, she never saw the danger. She yelped as an arm wrapped around her

from behind. She clawed at the rough fabric covering the thick appendage to no avail. She needed rescue, yet Makl fought his own battle.

The lessons Ifruum had her take – more like forced on her despite her pouting – took over. Down

went her foot, flexible shoes against hard, tungsten-toed boots. Yeah, the guy didn’t even flinch. She winced even before she flung her head back, expecting the denser noggin that collided with her head.

Self-defense was great in theory, but in the grand scheme of things, fragile-skinned humans didn’t stand a chance against the better armored races.

Although, Makl seemed an exception to the rule. His exterior seemingly just as thin-skinned, her

purple killer spun with a crazy grace. Jumping up, spinning, his body contorting in ways that defied belief and gravity. Another guard, a big fucking brute, dropped.

None of which helped Olivia. The open cell door gaped, a barely panting Makl in front of it.

Olivia, however, dangled off the ground in the grip of the one guard still standing. She knew in Makl’s place what she would have chosen.

He surprised her, though. Makl turned around. Lips split in a wild grin, eyes shining with a savage

brightness, he displayed pointed teeth – sharp, sharklike teeth. “Let the girl go and I’ll give you a head start.”

There went her ability to breathe as the arm around her neck tightened.

“The female stays.”

Shaking his head, Makl let out a dramatic sigh. “Why does no one ever take the head start?” Faster

than she could follow, he sprang at them. Makl swung his slim bar and it slammed across the knuckles of the smelly alien holding her. With a yelp, he let go. She hit the floor and struggled to take in a wheezing breath.

Long, lean legs straddled her, Makl standing over her as he took care of the last guard. She

covered her head lest boots trample her, but somehow, she remained untouched. A thump and she peeked

through her fingers to see the sightless gaze of the last guard.

Violence came so easily to Makl. She swallowed the bile threatening to rise. “Did you have to kill

them all?”

“Mercenary rule number four. Never leave any of the enemy behind you alive lest they come back

to kill you.”

“There are mercenary rules?”

“Yes. But now’s not the time to learn them. I’ll loan you the book later if you’d like.”

He owned a book? “You can read?” She couldn’t help the sarcastic retort, her mind’s way of

dealing with the trauma around her.

“And write. Is now really the time for me to list my extensive accomplishments?”

“What do you know, you’re not just pretty.” She patted him on the cheek.

He growled. “I don’t know how I ever mistook you for an innocent virgin. Come. We don’t have

much time before our escape is discovered.”

He held out his hand and she looked at it, feeling once again that an omen hung over her head, a

giant blinking sign that warned she stood on the brink of change.
If I go with him…
She might just end up in his bed finishing the act they started –
I’d be sleeping with a certifiable killer
. If she didn’t, she’d meet up with Ifruum at their prearranged meeting spot in case of calamity and retire on her earnings.

How boring. Nothing like the pulse-pounding action she’d experienced since she’d met Makl. Did

she have to remove herself to a life of tranquility right away?
After all, I did promise to help him with
something if we escaped.
As fellow thieves of a sort, didn’t their code have some rule about honor among…?

About to slip her hand into his in silent acceptance of her fate, a siren blazed to life. “Frukx it all.

I didn’t expect them to notice the guards’ demise so quick. I’ve no time to wait on your feminine games.

We leave now.” In true caveman style, he upended her over his shoulder despite her squealed, “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, stuff it. A deal is a deal. I told you I needed your help. You agreed so long as we escaped.

Congratulations. We’re escaping. Now, make it good for the cameras, would you? I’ve got a reputation to create.”