Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (19 page)

"The kind that won’t kill you,
so eat."

Using a pair of silver rods, much
like chopsticks, he dug into his meal. With trepidation, and yes, a fear of
food poisoning, she followed suit. To her surprise, she didn’t immediately spit
it back out. Whatever the goop on her plate was, it tasted pretty good. She ate
with relish, the only dinner sounds consisting of them chewing and swallowing.

As her hunger eased, curiosity
prompted her to question him. "So, you’re obviously not human. What
exactly are you?"

He swallowed before answering. "I
am Kulin, a mighty warrior race superior to your own."

"Well, you’re definitely more
conceited, I’ll give you that. As for superior, I’d say the jury is out on that
one." She ignored the dirty look he shot her way, and continued on her
quest for answers. "So are there like a lot of other alien type dudes out
in the galaxy? I mean, other than your skin color and teeth, you look kind of
human, so is that the norm?"

"The universe contains many
varied life forms. While bipeds are the most common, it would be ignorant to
assume that most creatures are like yourself. Especially given your lower
status on the evolutionary scale compared to the more advanced and genetically
enhanced civilizations."

"Wow, you really are a jerk.
Apparently, when it comes to manners, you’re not so advanced, Mr.
My-shit-smells-better-than-yours." His furrowed brow at her insult was his
reply. A portion of his statement caught her attention, though. "Wait a
second? Did you say genetically enhanced? What’s that mean?"

"Some of us choose to expand
upon the abilities we are born with. It’s almost a standard procedure along
with embryo manipulation to ensure not only physical perfection, but mental
astuteness as well."

"Great, you’re not only a
purple freaking space pirate, but a
Mutant X
one on top of it."
Once again, she pretended not to see if his annoyed expression. She actually
wanted to ask him a whole bunch of other questions, such as did he have any
super powers, but she wasn’t sure how far his patience would stretch before he
shut her down. Prudence dictated that she leave the subject of his genetic
aberrations for later to hit the most important query first. "So where
exactly are we going?"

"Somewhere I can auction you
off."

She frowned at him. "And where
would that be?"

"The first planet we come
across which offers that service."

Irritation at him and his plan in
general made her flick—accidentally of course—a piece of food in his direction.
The jerk opened his mouth and caught it. Intrigued, she flung another piece.
Arching a brow at her, he caught it again with a snapping jaw. Megan didn’t,
however, manage the same with the chunk he tossed at her.

She wiped it off her cheek all the
while glaring at him. He just grinned back and continued to eat.

No longer hungry—and petulant he’d
beaten her at her own game—she pushed the plate away and looked around, but
didn’t spot what she wanted. "You got anything to drink?"

Without pausing in his meal, he
slapped his hand sideways and pressed the wall a few times causing a faint glow
to appear each time. A moment later, a compartment slid open and out slid two
glasses, more like pitchers considering their size.

She dragged one toward her and
peered into its ruby colored depth. "Please tell me this is wine."

"If you mean an alcoholic
beverage, then yes."

Just what she needed. Megan took a
sip and wondered at his idea of alcohol given how smoothly the stuff slid down
her throat. Thirsty, she took several swallows before she noticed him watching
her.

"You may want to imbibe more
slowly. The Kijar you drink can prove quite potent for the uninitiated."

She blew him a raspberry. "Bah.
I can drink like a fish." Her boast came out slightly slurred and she
giggled. "Fish. I guess since you caught me in your space net, I’m like
some kind of m-mermaid." She howled at her own joke. She glanced over at
him and saw his puzzled look. It set her off again, and she fell off the chair
laughing. She scrambled to her feet, swayed and took another swig of the yummy
wine.

"I think you’ve had enough."

She slapped the mug back down. "Did
not." She shook her finger at him. "You’re just a sp-spoilsport."
She giggled at his stern look. She went to grab the wine, but he slid the mug
out of her reach. She lunged at it, but ended up missing it and losing her
balance. Not a big deal since she landed on his lap.

His arms steadied her and she
thought she heard him sigh. She twined her arms around his neck. "You
smell good," she announced, sniffing his neck.

"You’re drunk."

"Am not," she announced.
She squirmed in his lap and he groaned. Sensing his distraction, Megan snatched
her mug and drained the contents. Her whole body glowed with warmth and she
twisted back to smile at him.

"You’re not bad looking for a
purple dude." She twined a finger in some of his hair, surprised at its
softness.

He tilted his head away freeing his
lock of hair. "I believe you should rest to sleep off the effects of the
drink."

"Ooh,
time for bed." She hopped off his lap, staggered and caught her balance.
She veered toward the bed and collapsed on it, giggling. She rolled onto her
back and peered over at him. "Aren’t you coming?"

* * *

Tren didn’t know if he should
throttle the Earthling, or join her in the bed. Aggravating, mouthy, outspoken,
stupidly brave and fascinating. He’d never met a female like her, and he’d yet
to decide if he liked her or wanted to kill her. Right now, his body knew what
it wanted—her naked with her thighs spread wide so he could plow her. He’d done
enough research to know their sexual organs were compatible, and he was tempted
to see just how far that compatibility went—and how good her vaunted oral
skills were.

She sprawled, with a grin, on his
bed and beckoned him with a crooked finger. While he recognized her brazenness
resulted from overindulgence, he couldn’t deny her allure.

"You’re drunk," he stated
flatly, but his claim did nothing to stop his cock from swelling.

"And horny." She enhanced
her statement with a grope of her breasts, squeezing their plump shape.

A part of him urged him to show
some control and turn away from her display. But quite honestly, he was
enjoying it too much. He did try to caution her again, though. "You will
yell at me when you come to your senses."

"I’ll yell more if you don’t
get over here." She patted the bed beside her.

A male only had so much endurance.
Tren shrugged and stood from the table to approach the bed. He loomed over her
and she licked her lips as she stared up at him with heavily lidded eyes.

"Take off your shirt,"
she ordered. "I’ve been dying to see what you’re hiding under there."

Tren stripped the white linen off
and almost took his pants off, too, at the appreciation in her gaze.

"Good grief," she
whispered. "Even your abs have abs."

His chest swelled at the awe in her
tone. "I take it you are pleased?"

She struggled to her knees and ran
her hand across his chest, her soft skin leaving pleasant tingles where it
touched. Tren sucked in a breath when she placed both palms against him. She
leaned forward and brushed her lips on his skin, a scalding mark that shot
straight to his groin. Unlike the males of her kind, he did not possess
nipples—a wasted characteristic on a male in his opinion. But his chest wasn’t
without adornment.

She found his silver ringed
piercings, a pair on each side, penetrating his upper pectorals. She tugged
them and grinned. "These are hot." She leaned forward and ran her
tongue around the metal and Tren closed his eyes at the intense sensation.
Warming and wetting them, she toyed with the rings, and Tren wondered if she
knew how sensitive they were to any type of touch. Whether she did or not, she
played them with expertise. She alternated between pulling and licking his
erogenous zone.

Arousal raged through his body,
rendering him impatient, a distinctly new sensation for him. He placed his
hands around her waist and lifted her until they were eye level, hers glazed
with a burgeoning passion. She parted her lips and he expected her to speak, it
seemed her wont to forever chatter, but she finally put her lips to better use,
pressing them against his with a soft sigh. The sensation proved electric.

Tren folded her tight to him, his
mouth plundering hers in a sensual kiss that rendered his breath ragged. Her
hands crept up to slide through his hair, dragging his face closer. The feel of
her tongue slipping between his lips made him groan as he met it, thrust for
thrust. He grazed his pointed teeth along its length and she mewled in his
mouth.

Her lower body pressed against him,
and he dropped one hand to grab her thigh and wrap it around his waist. Quickly
understanding, she twined her other leg around him as well, bringing her
covered sex up against his throbbing cock.

She keened, the sound vibrating
against his lips as she gyrated her hips against his hard appendage. He slid
his hands lower to cup her buttocks, aiding her in grinding against him as
their mouths continued to mesh wetly. The taste of her drove him wild, and her
passionate response almost disintegrated his control. When she sucked his
tongue into her mouth, grazing her own flat edged teeth along it before biting
it, he almost threw her down to have his way with her.

I am a warrior. I have more
control than an animal. Barely
, he had to
grudgingly amend.

In order to regain some of his
senses, he tore his mouth from hers, but the vixen tortured him further when
she bent her head back, exposing her throat, a true act of trust and eroticism
among his kind. Unable to resist, he latched onto her tender skin with his lips
whilst nipping her lightly with his sharp teeth. He fought against an urge to
bite harder, to mark her with his distinctive dentition.

Among his people, in times past,
such an act would act as a permanent claim, declaring to all she belonged to
him. He growled at the primitive impulse, unsure of why it even crossed his
mind, but determined not to give in. He moved his teeth away from the
temptation she so unwittingly offered and sealed his lips back to her eager
mouth.

She clawed at his shoulders, her
motions against him frantic and driving him wild with arousal. He thrust his
hips toward her, the molten heat of her core affecting him even through their
layers of clothing. Her gasping cries came faster and faster, their lower body
friction reaching a fever pitch.

With a final short scream, her body
went tense against his, and his sensitive cock felt the quivering of her cleft
muscles. She’d found her first pleasure, and Tren’s chest swelled in pride.
I
made her climax and without even taking her clothes off.
Her erotic and
responsive nature made him eager to ready her for the next orgasm.

"That freakin’ rocked,"
she whispered as she laid her head on his shoulder. He would have responded,
but the sound of her soft snore made his jaw drop in incredulity.

She fell asleep?

Not believing it, he pried her from
his body and placed her on the bed. She squirmed for a second on the covers,
tucking her knees up slightly, but her eyes remained closed and Tren ran a hand
through his hair in disbelief.

Now what am I supposed to do
with this?
He peered down at his swollen cock
ruefully. Even he wouldn’t stoop to taking a woman while she slept, obviously
passed out from not just orgasm, but overindulgence as well.

However, while his morals dictated
he only plow conscious females, it didn’t say anything about masturbating
beside them. He kicked off his boots and stripped off his pants, his swollen
prick springing forth. He debated lying beside her or even going into the
ablutions chamber to take care of his need, but for some reason he wouldn’t
examine, he wanted to look upon her as he stroked himself.

Holding out his palm, he spit on it
before he gripped his shaft. The liquid provided a natural lubricant for his
self-caress. Sliding his hand back and forth along his swollen length, he
watched her; her red lips pouting as she slept, her cheeks still flushed from
passion. He groaned at the way her breasts strained against the fabric of his
shirt, and most enticing of all, the lingering scent of her arousal.

He fisted his cock, squeezing his
hard length while imagining the pale human on her knees, her breasts offered up
as a bed for his seed. Perhaps she would flick out her tongue to lap at the
head of his prick. The tantalizing visual image drove him over the edge. With a
grunt, he shot his creamy load onto her shirt.

Sated, if not completely satisfied,
he then debated what to do. He wasn’t in the habit of spending his sleeping
time with females. He preferred to slumber alone. However, his vessel wasn’t
exactly equipped for guests, and given her propensity for trouble, he didn’t
want to leave her alone. Plausible excuses even if a part of him knew better.
He wanted to remain with her, and he didn’t understand the reason why.