Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (101 page)

"I will carry our mate to
medical," Bob said quietly. "The others are in no shape to do so."

157 tried to look around the
massive figure in front of him but finally decided it wasn’t worth the effort.
He was tired of being called down here. He would be glad when the final payment
of credits was received and he could dispose of the males once and for all. By
tomorrow, he would be a very wealthy Antrox. He had contacted the trader who
dealt in supplying sex slaves for the pleasure houses on the nearby spaceport.
He had been promised a large sum of credits and immediate pickup. By this time
tomorrow, the males would be dead and the female gone.

157 turned to the two guards
standing behind him. "Take her to medical and make sure she is completely
healed. If necessary, keep her there the rest of the evening," he ordered.

Bob ignored the three low growls
that escaped the men behind him. "I will remain with our mate and make
sure she is safe. She will be returned safely," he spoke loudly enough to
be heard by everyone.

"I…I need my things,"
Riley cried softly. "I…I can’t leave my things. They are all I have left."

"I will bring them to you,
Riley," Fred promised. "I won’t forget."

Riley looked over Bob’s head and
smiled a watery smile at her little friend. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"Riley," Vox started
forward, still holding his nose which had finally stopped bleeding.

Riley’s eyes watered, and she shook
her head gently. "Go," she whispered quietly looking at him with
sorrow in her eyes. "It is better this way," she murmured before she
laid her head tiredly on Bob’s shoulder. "Please take me to medical. I
hurt."

Vox watched as the small group left
the room, the door sealing behind them. A dark emptiness filled him and his cat
as both of them felt the loss of their mate. Vox’s low, animalistic roar echoed
through the level as he and his cat called for their mate to return to them.

"We will not leave without
her," Tor said quietly coming up behind his friend and placing a
reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Vox turned dark, burning eyes on
Tor and Lodar. "You bet your cat we won’t," he vowed.

Chapter
7

Riley felt much better several
hours later. Bob had carried her up through the mines to a special lift that
moved through the center of it. Riley vaguely saw the door to the control room
as they passed it heading to the medical unit. The only reason she recognized
it was because several Antrox guards were leaving the room, and they had to
wait along the side of the corridor since Bob was too big to move
past
them at the same time.

The medical unit was a very small,
depressing-looking room with only one bed in it. The healer was a dark red,
leathery-looking man with little
tufts
of white hair hanging about his head in all different directions.
Riley wasn’t so sure she wanted some guy that looked that weird working on her,
but she was in too much pain to complain when Bob gently laid her down on the
small, single bed.

The healer insisted that Riley stay
the night, telling her and Bob that Antrox 157 wanted to make sure she was
completely healed before he was allowed to release her. Riley didn’t think it
was really necessary but decided it was probably for the best after everything
that had happened. After the old healer put her arm in that strange looking
machine it felt almost as good as new. Bob had been a darling through it all,
especially since Riley didn’t handle being hurt very well. The huge Gelatian
had refused to leave her alone. He had held her good hand in one of his and
talked quietly to her the whole time in an effort to take her mind off what was
happening. Fred, true to his word, had appeared a little over an hour later
with all of her things. Her large, pink suitcase and her oversized purse had
been hooked together, and Riley couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped her
as she watched the small Tiliquan struggle to roll it into the medical unit.

"Vox wants to know how you are
feeling," Fred muttered under his breath as he sat down wearily on her
suitcase. "This is very heavy, Riley. What do you have in it?"

Riley chuckled again as she watched
both of Fred’s heads droop tiredly. "A little bit of everything. I don’t
have much as I tend to move around a lot, but what I do have, I cherish. It is
mostly clothes and shoes, but I also have a few mementos that I didn’t want
anything to happen to. You never know when you might need something so I try to
be ready for just about anything that can happen."

"Vox will be very upset that I
took your things. I had to sneak them out when he and the other two went to
meet with Titus and Banu. The good thing is you are closer to the shuttle bay
here. It will not be as far or as hard for you to get there tomorrow,"
Fred said quietly.

Riley lowered her head so Fred
couldn’t see her eyes. The incident
earlier
made her even more aware of the differences between her and those
around her. She bit her lower lip and winced. Lip-biting was becoming a very
bad habit she had picked up just since she arrived on this huge chunk of rock.
If she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t have any lips left by the time she got
home.

No, it is better for everyone if
I just find my way back home with the next trader or whoever is heading that
way,
Riley thought with resolve.
The last thing
I need is some huge cat sticking his claws or teeth into me.

"Fred, I’m really tired. Why
don’t you and Bob go on back down," Riley said, looking at her little
friend with big, sad eyes. "You probably still have things that need to be
taken care of before tomorrow, anyway."

Bob moved forward with a frown—at
least she thought the crease between his eyes was a frown. "I will stay
and guard you, Lady Riley," he insisted.

Riley rose and tenderly touched the
huge, green gelatinous figure. "No," she said with a determined shake
of
her head. "I will be
fine here. The healer said I needed to stay the night and rest. I wouldn’t be
able to sleep well if you stayed as I would be too worried about you. The room
is too small for the two of us anyway. Go back to our rooms; the others may
need you."

Bob looked down at Fred, then back
at Riley for a moment. "Do not go anywhere!" he said sternly. "I
will get the guards to return me first thing in the morning."

Riley gave Bob a weak smile and
rose on her
tiptoes
to give him
a light kiss. The huge green figure shook as she brushed his soft, slick cheek,
and he turned a slightly deeper shade of green. Riley looked at him oddly before
she turned to look at Fred, who was staring up at her intently with both sets
of eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"You are not going to try
anything, are you, Riley?" Fred asked quietly as she knelt down in front
of him.

Riley ran her hands over both of
his heads before leaning her forehead against his right one. "Now what
makes you think I would try to do anything?" Riley teased lightly before
she gave him a kiss on both sets of cheeks. "You be safe for me, Fred. I
think you are one of the most wonderful mates a girl could ever have."

Fred turned a wide assortment of
colors before he finally settled on a light shade of red. A huge grin curved
both sets of lips as he stared at her with more than a slight case of hero
worship. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly
for just a minute before he took a hurried step back.

"Don’t tell Vox I hugged you,"
he whispered anxiously. "He might decide to take a bite out of me!"

Riley’s light peal of laughter
echoed through the room. "I won’t. I promise. Besides, if he does I
promised him a stick up his butt!" she added with a wink.

"Kitty
on a stick." Bob pondered for a moment before his deep, melodious laugh
echoed with Riley and Fred. "Now that I would like to see."

* * *

Vox lay on his side staring at
the empty bed across from him. His cat was clawing at him to go find their
mate. He could feel its damn claws slicing through his gut as if it was having
fun mincing him into tiny bits.

Will you give me a break!
He hissed at it in aggravation.
I can’t think with you raking my
insides like they are a scratching post.

Want my mate,
his cat replied with a low snarl.
You should protect better!

May I remind you that you were
the one who got all prissy when Tor mentioned drinking Riley’s milk!
Vox said defensively refusing to admit his own part in the desire to
tear his chief engineer and close friend apart.

Mmmm, milk,
his cat purred, lapping its long tongue out over its sharp teeth.
I
bet it is warm and sweet and tasty. I would drink and drink and drink all day
at our mate’s milk.

Guall’s balls!
Vox groaned out loud as he felt his own balls draw up to the point
they were throbbing at the idea of lapping sweet, warm milk from Riley’s huge
breasts.

His cock was so hard he couldn’t
even sit up without extreme discomfort with the way it was pressing down the
inside of his thigh. There was no way he was going to make it without getting
some relief. The images his cat
created
were
enough to make
him come in his own damn pants! That was something he had never even come close
to imagining, much less it becoming a real possibility.

"Vox, are you all right?"
Lodar’s quiet voice sounded in the dark. "You don’t sound good."

"I’m fine!" Vox bit out
in annoyance. "I need to relieve myself."

Vox rolled up onto his knees on his
hard
bed
and stiffly got to his
feet. This would be beyond embarrassing if his men knew he was having hot
dreams of Riley on all fours, her big breasts hanging down over his face, full
with the milk from his child.

Will you fucking have mercy on
me?
Vox begged as he stumbled to the door and out
into the silent corridor.

Warm, sweet, yes…
His cat hummed in pleasure.

Vox cursed as he felt the first
spurt of cum
leaking
out of his
cock, wetting the front of his black pants. Turning into the wall, he quickly
undid the ties on the front of his pants until he could pull his cock free. He
gripped it in his right hand tightly while he leaned his forehead against his
left arm, pressed against the wall. He bit down on his forearm as he stroked
the hard flesh of his cock. He only had to pump it three times before his whole
body tensed and his orgasm hit him like a vicious blow. His body shuddered as
he spent himself all over the wall. His loud pants mocked his loss of
self-control. He leaned his head against his arm and drew in a shuddering
breath. He tensed, turning slightly away from the door when it opened behind
him, and Tor walked out, followed by Lodar.

"Leave me be," Vox
gritted out hoarsely, not turning around.

"I, uh, I…" Lodar began
before he stopped and drew in a deep breath.

"Oh hell," Tor muttered
darkly. "You might as well kill us. Our cats are dreaming of drinking milk,
and it isn’t from some damn bowl! I need to go relieve myself before I explode,"
he grunted out, moving rapidly down the corridor.

"Sorry, Vox," Lodar said,
slapping Vox on the shoulder. "Your mate… The image is just…" His
words died out as he disappeared down the corridor as well.

Vox
groaned out loud, letting his head drop back so he could stare up at the
ceiling. He could feel his cock growing hard again as he pictured what Tor and
Lodar were thinking about. If it was the last damn thing he ever did in all his
long lives, he was going to get his mate with cubs and he was going to enjoy
the damn milk with them. The thought of Riley rounded with his cubs sent him
into another climax.

* * *

Early the next morning, Riley was
thinking very unkind thoughts about the healer when he came in to check on her.
It was the first time since she had been abducted that she had been able to
sleep in, and Mr. Spooky Madman decided he needed to check her arm out. He
wanted to check out a little more but decided against it when Riley kicked him
in the balls. She was so not in the mood to be playing doctor and patient with
someone who creeped her out. When short, squat, and red leather decided he
wanted to do some touchy-feely to her breasts, she had sent him to his knees.

"Yes, sir," Riley said
with a grin as the creepy old man wobbled out of the room. "Reflexes are
in perfectly good working condition." She hopped down off the bed. "Now,
time to do a little exploring. You never know if Dr. Dreadula might have
something in here that could come in handy for when the boys decide to escape."

Riley thoroughly searched the small
room. There was a medicine cabinet that wasn’t even locked on the far wall that
she decided might come in handy. She pulled it open and looked at a wide
selection of small injection guns and tiny glass bottles. She tilted her head,
but she couldn’t read what the vials said. She pulled all of them out and
placed them in her handbag with a shrug.

You never know when you might
need something,
she thought as she continued
searching.

She sat down at the battered desk
the man used and opened the top drawer. There was a strange-looking device that
looked like some kind of fancy scanning wand and a laser pistol like the one
the trader had been wearing when he shot her ass when she tried to run. Her
eyes lit up when she saw it. Being a fully qualified bail bondsman, she was
required to have a permit to carry a concealed weapon. It was true that she
wasn’t much of a fighter, but she was one hell of a shot! All those years
playing the first shooter games at the bar her dear Grandma Pearl worked at
paid off big time at the shooting range.

Riley pulled the bottom draw open
and discovered a slim disk. She pulled it out and slid it into the slot on the
desk for viewing video. It was a video of some sort. Her eyes widened when she
saw Vox. They narrowed into deadly slits when she saw two nude women walking up
to him and beginning to undress him. With a hiss, she quickly ejected the disk.
She stood up and raised her arm to throw the damn thing against the wall but
had second thoughts when she thought of where else she would like to shove it.

Right down his arrogant, lying,
deceitful throat and I hope he chokes on it as it goes down,
Riley thought viciously.

The video silenced the little voice
that kept saying maybe she should go with him. Maybe she would be the heroine
in this movie and not the supporting character that got knocked off. Maybe
there was a happily ever after out there for her in the shape of a big sexy
cat.

Maybe, my ass,
Riley thought bitterly.
The only thing out there for you,
girlfriend, is heartache if you begin to think things might be different here than
back home. Guys are the same wherever the hell you go. They only want one thing,
and it isn’t a ring on my finger but one through my nose.

Riley slid the disk into the
zippered pocket of her purse. Maybe they had intergalactic email, or better
yet, Intergalatictube. She would post the damn thing on it and let him be the
star of his own porn movie. One thing was for sure, she didn’t want any part of
his…