Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (100 page)

Bob’s huge body shook as he
chuckled. "Little female, you should not try to fight. It will do no good.
If the Sarafin warrior king wants you, you are his. But if you do not wish to
stay with him, I will do what I can to help you. I owe you a life debt for
choosing me as a mate when others would have let me die."

"As do I. You know that big
Sarafin warrior will kill us both if we try to take Riley away from him,"
the left head of Fred said with a scowl as he looked at Bob. "I don’t
care. I will do what I can to help you if you want to leave him," the
right head added gruffly to Riley. "Let us hope if he kills us, it is
quick."

"You both are just so sweet!
But neither of you owe me a thing. Don’t you boys go worrying about little ole
me. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for the past twenty-four
years," Riley said with a watery smile. "So, when is this elaborate
plan of escape supposed to take place? I didn’t understand half of what they
were saying. Do you need a distraction? I excel at creating distractions,"
she added with a mischievous smile.

"No!" a deep voice
growled as the door to their living quarters opened.

Riley rose from where she was
sitting. Bob slithered to one side revealing Vox. Behind him, their visitors
were quietly exiting the room. Soon, it was just the three of them. Tor and
Lodar had followed the men out.

"You will stay here with these
two for now," Vox growled out in a soft voice. "I will return before
it is time to leave. You will be ready to go with us."

Riley shrugged her shoulders and
tossed a length of curly blond hair over her shoulder nonchalantly. "Yes,
well, I was telling the boys I think it would be best if I just caught the next
ship out with a trader who is heading toward good old Earth. You know, it would
just be easier for you guys to escape without having little ole me holding you
back and getting in the way," she said with a bright, fake smile.

Vox stared at Riley intently before
he jerked his head at Fred and Bob. Both knew it was an order to leave. Riley
watched nervously as her two friends moved reluctantly toward the exit. Fred’s
right head turned, and he gave her a look of apology before he stepped out of
the room behind Bob.

Riley folded her arms over her chest
and waited. "Okay, say what you’ve got to say, but it isn’t going to
change my mind," she said stubbornly.

Vox took a step closer, crowding
her until she was backed up against the wall. "You will be ready to go
when it is time," he said with a determined thrust of his chin.

She was afraid to move her arms
because it would allow him to move even closer to her if she did. She frowned
up at him. She was still mad at him. The big oaf was really too much! He had
the nerve to think she was some kind of intergalactic spy hired by God-knew-who.
He had been prepared to kill her without a second thought while he was the one
sleeping with Spy One and Spy Two back home! On top of that, she’d found out
that he and his friends were a bunch of alien kitty-cat shifters. And the icing
on the cake was him telling everyone he was "claiming" her without
even a take-her-out-to-dinner date!

Oh, hell no, I’m not going
anywhere his furry ass is going. I’m going to find the first trader I can and
kidnap him even if I have to threaten his ass in order to get back home
, Riley thought with determination.

"No, I won’t. I’ve decided to
find me a nice little trader to kidnap. Once I do, I’ll have him take me home,"
she replied with a stubborn tilt to her chin. "You boys go on and do your
thing. I hope you find whoever it is you plan on killing. I’m sure you’ll have
a wonderful time. Me? I’ve got business back on Earth to take care of involving
a few dead bodies of my own," she said with a confident nod.

Vox’s hands reached out and gripped
her hips, moving them slowly up to her waist. He savored every delectable inch
as he slid his hands across her soft flesh under the purple top she was
wearing. He pulled her closer to him, trapping her folded arms against his
broad chest. He leaned into her, running his nose up along her neck as she
straightened in an effort to get away from him. His cat purred in delight. Vox
groaned, running his tongue along the slender column.

Riley shivered as the rough
sandpaper of his tongue ran along her smooth skin. "What do you think you
are doing?" she asked in a strangled voice. "You—Your chest is
rumbling."

"My cat wants you," Vox
whispered against her neck. "So do I. We’ve both been denied too long."
He growled softly against her throat, nipping it gently.

"Ouch," Riley choked out
hoarsely. "Well, go lick on someone else! I’m not interested."

Vox ground his hips against her,
pushing his thick, swollen cock up against her. He slid one hand up to cup her
chin and turned her face until she was forced to look into his blazing eyes. He
studied her for a moment before a slight grin pulled at the corner of his
mouth.

"Liar.
I can smell your desire," he said before pressing his lips to hers in a
deep, passionate kiss.

* * *

Vox had listened with half an ear
to Riley, Bob, and Fred as Titus and Tor worked out how to overtake the guards
in the control room. Adur, the Curizan warrior, and Titus’s brother, Banu,
would slip up through a narrow conduit maintenance tunnel they had discovered
months ago and take out the guards in the control room. Cross, the Valdier
warrior, would secure the arrival bay along with Tor and Lodar. Vox and Titus
would secure the supply ship and prepare it for flight. They would need to do a
fast refuel. Fred was small and fast enough to get through the tunnels unseen.
His father owned a refueling station on one of the
Spaceports
. He would take care of the refueling before joining them. Bob would
take care of making sure Riley was protected and where she was supposed to be.
Vox had already warned the huge Gelatian he better make sure Riley was on the
supply ship and in one piece, or he would be coming after him personally.

When he heard Riley say she wasn’t
going to go with them, he knew he had to convince her there would be no
discussion in this matter. There would be no room for hesitation as they needed
to get off the asteroid as soon as the defense shields were down. If they didn’t,
they would not be given another chance. His gut—and his cat—were telling him
that time was running out.

He knew he had hurt her feelings
when he accused her of being a spy. He could smell the hurt radiating out from
her. When he had admitted he would have killed her if she had been, she had
shut down on him completely. It was as if an icy wall suddenly formed around
her emotions.

He pulled away reluctantly. Opening
his mouth to explain to her that it was a fruitless endeavor to fight the
attraction, his words froze as pain exploded through him. His eyes watered
almost as much as when she had sprayed that weapon of hers in his eyes as her
head connected with the end of his nose in a blow that had him stumbling back a
half step.

His hands released her as he
grabbed his offended nose. "
What
in Guall’s balls did you do that for?" he bellowed out,
falling back another step when she angrily pushed against him.

"You can
smell
me?"
she demanded, elbowing her way around him and back toward the bed where she had
her pepper spray hidden under her pillow. "You can
smell
me? Is
that supposed to be a compliment? If so, that’s right up there with, ‘Did you
use any deodorant?’ or ‘When is the last time you took a bath?’ I do
not
stink!" She was so going to spray his ass.

"Riley, I did not mean you
stink. You smell; that is different," Vox’s muffled voice came out from
behind his hand. "What are you doing?" he asked warily as she turned
with a determined look on her beautiful but very angry face.

"I’m going to pepper spray
your sorry ass," she growled, holding the small leather cylinder out in
front of her. "Then I’m going to make a throw rug out of it! I. Do. Not. Smell!"
she yelled out in fury.

Vox edged around her, wondering how
he had gotten himself in this position. Holding his hand out, he stepped
lightly to the side, heading toward the entrance to their living quarters. His
cat hissed at him again for making a mess of the situation.

How in Guall’s balls was I
supposed to know she would take offense?
he
muttered to his cat in frustration.

"Riley, I smell desire,"
he began before he ruefully admitted, "or at least I did."

"I’ll show your sorry ass
desire," she said as she advanced on him shaking the cylinder menacingly. "Let’s
see if you can smell this!" she snarled, depressing the button on the
spray cylinder at the same time the door opened.

Vox jerked to the side, covering
his face in defense. Unfortunately, Tor wasn’t as fast. His roar of pain echoed
down the long corridor. The sound bounced along the walls, drawing others from
their rooms. Several Antrox guards hurried down the corridor. They stopped when
they saw Tor writhing on the floor in agony. Riley bent over him trying to pat
him on his shoulder as he rolled back and forth. 

785 and 157 came hurrying down the
corridor. "What has happened?" 785 demanded, stopping and releasing a
sigh of frustration when he saw Riley’s blond head.

"Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. I
didn’t mean to hurt you," Riley cooed to Tor who was curled in a ball
trying to rub his eyes. "I was trying to hurt the big oaf. If he would
have stayed still, you wouldn’t be hurting. I’m so sorry, darling," she
said trying to get him to turn so she could see how bad it was.

Riley looked up and glared at Vox. "Well,
don’t just stand there like an idiot! Go get me a wet cloth," she
demanded.

Vox nodded knowing how much pain
his poor friend was in. He hurried back into their living quarters to retrieve
the needed item. Riley looked up and scowled at 785 and 157.

"What do you want? Can’t you
see I’m busy taking care of my mates?" she snapped, glaring at both of
them.

785 sighed and nodded to the
guards. "If this is the way she takes care of her mates it might not be
necessary to kill them. She will do a better job than we can," he said,
the semblance of a smile almost curving his thin, flat lips. "Have the
guards return to their post."

157 looked at the Sarafin warrior
rolling in pain and whimpering on the floor while the larger one moved back and
forth doing the bidding of the female. He shook his head in wonder. Perhaps 785
was right. The female was doing a better job of controlling the males than even
he expected. From the reports he had read, he would have never believed the
Sarafin king would be jumping to the commands of a female.

157 nodded to the guards. He
glanced back once more as the blond-haired female leaned over the male on the
hard floor. His mind was working numbers. With her unusual looks he calculated
the number of credits he could get for her. If she could handle five mates,
including three Sarafin warriors, she could handle much, much more. His flat
lips thinned as an idea formed.

Yes,
157 thought.
She will bring in a lot of credits as long as I can
keep her quiet long enough to sell her.

He knew just the trader to contact.
There would be no questions asked; the credits would be deposited to his hidden
account, and he would have enough to buy his own mining operation. If all went
as planned, the strange female would be available because by tomorrow evening
her mates would be dead.

Chapter
6

"I am much better, Lady
Riley," Tor said, trying to gently move away from Riley’s fluttering
hands. "My eyesight is almost clear again."

"Are you sure?" Riley
asked, biting her tender lower lip that she had been worrying for the past
several hours. "They still appear to be tearing a lot."

Tor would never admit that they
still burned like the fires from the hot mountains back home or that his nose
and throat weren’t in much better shape. He took another sip of the cool water
that Lodar handed him. He glanced at his friend and gave him a nod of thanks.

"I hope Vox took that little
cylinder away from her," Lodar murmured in a low voice as Riley turned
away to check on Bob and Fred, who had just returned. "I don’t want to
take a chance
on
her using it
on me."

Tor wiped at his eyes with the
cool, damp cloth again. "It burns like the fire moon! My throat and nose
are on fire too. What did Vox do this time to upset her?"

"He said she smelled,"
Lodar responded with a grin. "She did not appreciate his observation."

Both men watched as Vox followed
Riley around trying to get her to sit down and listen to him. It was almost
comical the way he pleaded with her to just hear him out. Lodar chuckled when
she swatted at their friend and leader. He had never seen anything like it
before. The human female was totally oblivious to the fact she was running
circles around one of the most dangerous men in the known star systems. There
wasn’t a female alive that he knew of who wouldn’t envy her position.

"Do you think he’ll be able to
catch her when this is all over?" Lodar asked curiously.

"More power to him if he does,"
Tor said hoarsely before taking another long swig of water. "She is almost
as dangerous as the Curizan and Valdier were during the wars. More so if you
take into account she has no idea half the time of what she is doing."

"Do you think all females of
her species are like this?" Lodar asked, admiring the way her tight pants
stretched over her ass as she bent down to pack something in her strange pink
case.

Tor’s
eyes followed Lodar’s over the curve of Riley’s rounded ass. He felt his cat
purr. Maybe he wasn’t as immune as he’d first thought. His red eyes moved to
Vox who had frozen in place as he followed her, his eyes glued to the same
place as the other males in the room. When Riley straightened, she reached up
and tucked her mass of curly hair back up into the bright pink scrunchie. The
movement pulled the thin top she was wearing up, revealing the pale skin of her
slightly rounded stomach and pulling the top tight across her ample breasts.

* * *

Riley froze as she was putting
her hair back up into its messy ponytail when the whole room erupted into
echoes of low rumbling purrs. She turned startled baby blue eyes on the three
huge cat-shifting males who had their eyes glued to her. Three pairs of eyes—one
a golden brown, one a very
reddened
greenish color, and the other a dark, tawny color—all stared at her
breasts as they thrust upward while she wound the scrunchie around the mass of
curls she was holding.

She rolled her eyes. "You have
got to be kidding me!" she muttered. "I swear to God all guys who
aren’t gay have a one-track mind!"

She quickly finished putting her
hair up, trying not to turn as pink as the scrunchie as she watched their eyes
follow her breasts as they bounced up and down. She didn’t care how much
support the manufacture promised; when you were as big as she was there was still
going to be some bounce. She lowered her eyes, refusing to give into the desire
to cross her arms protectively in front of her. The only thing that did was
push up the watermelons she carried around. Instead, she clapped her hands
loudly.

"Hello?" she snapped
,
shooting an evil eye at Lodar and Tor. "It’s
rude to stare!"

Lodar cleared his throat as Vox
turned to glare at his two friends. "Yes, well… I… We… They are beautiful,"
he finally choked out with a sheepish grin. "And very difficult to miss."

"I wonder if they contain
milk?" Tor asked, unaware he asked the question out loud. "I would
love to drink from them if they did," he sighed.

Riley’s mouth dropped open as what
Tor said sank in. "Oh. My. God. You did not just say that," she sputtered
before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. "Do they… Oh my god, that is
priceless." She continued to giggle, wiping the tears from the corner of
her eyes with the end of her shirt, totally unaware the movement pulled the
cloth up, exposing her creamy flesh again.

Vox’s loud roar ricocheted
throughout the small room as he tackled Tor. The force of his shoulder hitting
his chief engineer’s chest knocked both of them backward through the air
several feet before they hit the hard floor and slid almost to the far wall.
Vox’s sharp teeth gripped Tor’s throat in a
stranglehold
while his claws dug into Tor’s shoulders, pinning him to the floor.

"Bad kitty!" Riley
shrieked out from behind him. "Let him go! You are a very, very bad kitty.
You let go of him, or I’ll neuter your ass. Vox, release him this instant. If
you don’t, I swear I’ll go to the guards and tell them I need to borrow their
stun gun thingy. I mean it. I’m out the door in three, two, one…"

Vox released Tor with a jerk and
swung around to face Riley so fast she stumbled backward. Her heel caught on
the uneven flooring, and she lost her balance, falling to the floor heavily with
a sharp cry. She rolled over into a ball as excruciating pain exploded through
her wrist as she tried to break her fall. She landed on it hard. Riley bit her
lip as she pulled her left arm up against her, cradling it to her chest as she
sobbed in pain.

"Riley?" Vox said
hesitantly as he moved to kneel next to her curled-up figure. "Riley, I
would never hurt you," he said gently as he tried to get her to look at
him.

Another soft, pain-filled sob
escaped Riley. "My wrist," she whispered. "It hurts so bad."

Vox turned his head, looking over
his shoulder. "Lodar," he demanded hoarsely as worry engulfed him.

Lodar nodded as he stood up from
where he was checking the puncture wounds on Tor’s neck and shoulders. They
would heal. They’d  gotten worse when they were training or just wrestling with
each other. If Vox had been serious about killing Tor, he would have ripped his
throat out. The marks were just a warning to Tor to be careful expressing his
thoughts out loud. It was obvious from the smell of Riley’s fear when she saw
what had happened that she didn’t realize that. Now, the smell of her pain was
overwhelming to the three warriors. It was a dark, musky scent that brought out
a protectiveness and need to care in all of them.

"Riley, let me look at your
wrist," Lodar said gently as he knelt down next to her.

Riley bit her lip and shook her
head even as she looked at him with her big blue eyes swimming in tears of
pain. "I don’t want you to touch it. You might make it hurt worse,"
she whispered as her bottom lip trembled and a lone tear course down her pale
cheek breaking his heart.

"
Guall’s balls
, Lodar,
help her," Vox demanded fiercely, unable to handle the thought of his
beautiful, stubborn mate being in pain.

Lodar’s lips tightened as he heard
the desperate growl in his leader’s voice. "Riley, I need to see how bad
it is," Lodar insisted as he reached down and gently rolled her over onto
her back.

Fred hurried over with the pillow
from the bed and carefully lifted Riley’s head so he could slide it under her.
The little two-headed Tiliqua sat down next to her on the floor and tenderly
brushed her hair back from her forehead, ignoring Vox’s low growl of warning.
His right head turned and he glared defiantly at Vox.

"You hurt our mate," Fred
growled back. "You scared her!"

Vox flushed a dark red but he
lowered his eyes to Riley’s pale, tear-stained face. "I didn’t mean to
frighten you, Riley," Vox murmured softly as he reached out one of his big
fingers to tenderly wipe the tears that ran down from the corner of her eye.

Riley’s lips trembled as Lodar
carefully lifted her arm. "You were hurting Tor," she whispered as
fresh tears filled her eyes as she stared up at him.

"He wasn’t really hurting me,"
Tor said, leaning over Vox’s shoulder, oblivious to the blood covering his neck
and shoulders. "We do this all the time, Riley. He didn’t mean anything by
it. The Sarafin often use their claws and teeth. If he was really going to hurt
me, he would have ripped out my throat."

Riley’s hiccuping wail filled the
small room at Tor’s words. "You are not making her feel better," Bob
said, pulling Tor away as he moved closer to Riley. "Go clean the blood off
you."

"I think it is broken,"
Lodar said in concern as he carefully examined the discoloration and growing
swelling. "She needs immediate medical attention I cannot give her here.
We will need to summon a guard."

"I will go with her,"
Fred said as he carefully brushed her hair to the side.

"No," Vox snapped out,
glaring at the small Tiliqua. "I will go with her."

"You…You can’t," Riley
hiccuped. "They will see that your collar isn’t working. That goes for all
of you," she whispered. "I’ll have to go alone."

"No," each of the five
men said stubbornly.

"I will go," Bob said
softly. "They do not look under my skin to see if I have my collar on. I
am also the least likely to be considered a threat next to Fred."

Vox’s mouth straightened into a
tight line of frustration. Riley was right. They would need to reactivate his
collar, and that was still no guarantee they would let him go with her. He had
noticed the extra security surrounding them. Bob was the least threatening next
to Fred. He stood up, growling out in frustration and anger. Closing his eyes
and drawing in a deep breath, he turned to see Riley struggling to sit up.

He immediately knelt down next to
her, sliding his arm around her and snarling silently at Fred who was trying to
help her. He felt a moment of intense joy when she relaxed back against him
before it was dashed again back down to the bottom of the mines when she turned
her pain-filled eyes up to glare at him in reproach. He tried to look
remorseful, but something told him she wasn’t buying it.

"Stop snarling and growling,"
Riley snapped as pain racked her. "That’s what got me in the position I’m
in now!"

"Riley, you need to learn not
to come up on me when I’m disciplining my crew," Vox tried to explain as
he gently held her in his arms.

"I will most certainly come up
on your hairy ass if you try biting one of my mates again," Riley snapped.
"Only next time, I’m going to get one of those stunning rods so I can
shove it up your stubborn backside, you moron! You. Do. Not. Ever. Sink your
teeth into Tor, Lodar, Fred, or Bob again, do you understand me mister?"
Riley demanded stubbornly, thrusting her quivering chin out. "Do you?"

Vox stared down into her big blue
eyes and felt like he was a drowning cat. He would promise her the moons, the
star systems, and Tor’s pelt for a rug if she asked. His head lowered on its
own as he fell into the beautiful blue oceans of her soul.

"I promise," he
whispered. "As long as he promises to never imagine drinking milk from
your beautiful big breasts again. That is
my
fantasy."

Riley’s eyes widen before she
reacted out of pure frustration. She threw up her good arm and popped Vox right
on the end of his beautifully shaped nose as hard as she could. It wasn’t until
she was connecting that it dawned on her that was probably not the best
decision she could have made considering he was holding her up in the air and
she already had a broken wrist. Thankfully, Lodar was standing close enough to
catch her as Vox howled in pain and rage. Riley’s scream of pain mixed with Vox’s
as her arm was jostled in the exchange. The sound was enough to draw the
attention of the guards, and their door opened just as Lodar tripped over poor
Fred who was trying to get out from under everyone’s feet. Lodar hit the floor
with a wailing Riley while blood poured from Vox’s nose.

157 looked down at the sobbing
female who was being held in the arms of one of her Sarafin mates before
jerking to the other Sarafin warrior. The Sarafin king had blood pouring down
his face while the third Sarafin warrior was sitting to the side wiping blood
from his throat. 157 finally looked down at the small Tiliquan who was rubbing
one of his injured feet. The only one not injured was the huge Gelatian.

"I do not even want to know
what is going on," 157 muttered, shaking his head.

Lodar tucked his head so the Antrox
guards couldn’t see his collar wasn’t glowing. "Our mate broke her wrist.
She needs medical care," he said, rising with Riley in his arms.

Bob moved forward quickly, putting
his larger body between the warriors and the guards. He reached out and scooped
Riley into his arms and turned. Moving closer to 157 and the guards, he crowded
them, forcing them back toward the door.