Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (20 page)

I guess she stays in my bed for
now.
But what had to leave was the soiled shirt she
now wore. He maneuvered her limp body until he’d tugged the fabric off. She
never woke and he paused to enjoy for a moment the view of her breasts, her
pink nipples puckering in the air.
Perhaps the next time she over imbibes, I
’
ll
start with those first.
He didn’t question the natural ease with which he
assumed a second encounter.

About to crawl into bed, he
stopped. She looked odd wearing just his pants, and besides, they were damp
with the lingering traces of her climax. He tugged those off her as well,
grinning as he imagined her reaction when she woke.
If I’m lucky, she’ll
jump up to harangue me and treat me to a show of her breasts jiggling.
A
chuckle on his lips, he clambered into the bed beside her, nude as well, and
tugged the covers up over both their forms.

"Lights off." The room
darkened, and he lay on his back, much too aware of her lying beside him. He
tossed one way, then tossed the other. He rolled onto his back and sighed.
Sleep eluded him and he didn’t need to look too far to find the cause.

What was it about this barbarian
female that drew him? Allowed her to get away with audacities that he’d killed
others over in the past? He could name so many things about her he disliked,
and yet, he couldn’t kill her. Frukx, he couldn’t even toss her out of his bed.
Did she exude some kind of alien hormone that made him grudgingly spare her?
Impossible given how thoroughly his medical unit examined her. And yet, here
she lay, quiet for the moment, but that would surely only last until the
sleeping period ended. And he could just imagine the rant she’d subject him to.
A grin spread over his face as he looked forward to sparring with her.

A rustle of fabric gave him only a
moment’s warning before a lush, naked body rolled onto his. He held his breath
as she snuggled into his side, her arm draping over his chest, while her thigh
flung over his. Her warm breath tickled the skin of his torso, and for a
moment, he thought of shoving her away. He’d dumped more than one female out of
bed when she’d attempted to cuddle. Yet, still in the grips of some strange
mood, he instead wrapped his arms around her to tuck her in closer and before
he knew it, he slept as well.

Chapter
Five

Megan woke with a pounding head
and a thick tongue.

What happened? Well, other than
almost dying and getting kidnapped by a hunky alien pirate.
Those parts she remembered in glaring detail.

The last thing she recalled
involved dinner, and that yummy tasting wine. Then…

Oh, god.
She groaned aloud and something shifted under her cheek, something
solid and skin covered. Her eyes popped open and she stifled a second groan as
she discovered herself plastered to one very large, purple body. Although
mortified, she couldn’t help noticing how deliciously solid he felt. Flashes of
the previous evening careened through her mind—mainly her riding him like an
overdressed cowgirl and getting off. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment and
her cleft moistened in interest.
Oh, shit. I threw myself at him like some
slut.
And loved it. Even now she could remember the heated passion, the
powerful feel of him, then nothing after her climax achieved from just rubbing
against him. She squirmed and another fact became glaringly evident.

I’m naked, and yet I don’t
recall stripping.

The only conclusion to draw from
her undressed status was they’d done it and she didn’t remember a thing. She
didn’t know which bummed her more: her appalling actions while drunk or the
fact she couldn’t conjure up a single recollection from her first—and only,
dammit—bout of alien probing. Her snide mind—and wakening libido—wondered if
she could ask for a repeat.
No!
That was crazy thinking. There would be
no second round. The pirate did plan to sell her, after all, and she did have
some self-respect, now that she was sober anyway.

The chest under her cheek shifted,
and she ended up rolled onto her back with a very happy-to-see-her alien poking
at the juncture of her thighs. His powerfully built arms held him up at an
angle that kept his chest off hers, but his groin snug up against the apex of
her thighs. Hot tingles at his proximity made her body thrum with wakening
desire and she almost let her legs part to see his version of a good morning.
However, a lack of coffee and pig headedness made her clamp them shut tighter
instead. During her inner battle with her libido, he peered down at her, his
face wearing a serious mien at odds with his tousled hair.

"You are awake." He
stated the obvious.

"No kidding." She didn’t
move for fear of inadvertently titillating him and giving her body more ideas
than it needed. Already, the heat radiating from his body, suspended over hers,
made her nipples pebble and her cleft moisten further.

"You appear displeased."
He didn’t seem surprised.

"You took advantage of me,"
she accused.

His dark brows shot up and his lip
curled into a sneer. "In your dreams, Earthling. You mauled me. I simply
took what you offered, make that almost begged me to take. "

The jerk would point out that fact.
"I was drunk and you took advantage to fuck me."

He snorted as he rolled off her and
her body immediately mourned the loss of his warmth. "If you are implying
I plowed your sex, then you’re mistaken. I’m not into unconscious females."

"Then how do you explain my
nakedness? While I remember kissing you, as I recall, I wore clothes at the
time."

"I stripped you for your
comfort. Next time I’ll just dump your drunken carcass onto the floor and keep
the bed to myself."

She didn’t like the callous way he
acted, and refused to admit she might have brought it on herself with her
accusations. "You’re a jerk."
Who obviously didn’t like what he
saw enough to take advantage.
She didn’t understand why that bothered her.
She should have celebrated the fact she remained relatively untouched.

"Shrew."

They glared at each other over the
expanse of the bed and that’s when her eyes strayed, catching on to the fact
that she currently had one very big, naked alien to peruse.
And oh my
freaking god
, he appeared hotter than she fuzzily recalled.

Muscles delineated his upper body
and she sucked in a breath at the sight of the rings piercing his skin where
she noticed a lack of nipples. He’d quite enjoyed the way she’d tugged and
sucked on his pectoral ornaments, and her pussy moistened further in
remembrance. She couldn’t help her eyes from straying down his rock hard
abs—who owned their own little abs—down to the vee of his hips. Lacking
modesty, apparently, since he stood proudly with no attempt at covering
himself, she let her gaze wander even lower to his hairless groin. From between
his heavily muscled thighs, his massive cock jutted, stained a dark mauve color
while its thick head blushed pink. And that’s when she noticed the freakiest
thing.

"Oh, my fucking god, you’ve
been neutered!"

"What?" he barked,
planting his hands on his hips which drew even more attention to his crotch
area—his ball-less crotch area.

"Neutered, spayed or whatever
the hell you call it when you’ve had your balls chopped off. Dear god, don’t
tell me that’s how you aliens practice birth control?" Megan couldn’t help
the horror that seeped into her voice.
And he called humans barbaric.

Wider and wider, his eyes grew, his
throat working soundlessly. When he finally managed to utter something, it
emerged a cross between a snort and laughter. "You are absolutely insane.
What are you talking about?"

"Your balls. You know, the two
round things that hang under your dick. What happened to them? Did they take
them from you when they sliced off your nipples?"

A pair of purple hands came up to
cover his face, and his shoulders shook as he mumbled under his breath.

Megan leaned forward, ignoring her
own nudity as she got closer in case he needed a shoulder to cry on. Her
observation might have lacked diplomacy, but she could at least be kind about
the fact he found himself maimed.

"There, there. Don’t cry. I’m
sorry. It’s just, how awful for you that you’ve been mutilated. Did it hurt?
Can you still function, like, you know, a man down there?" Judging by his
rapidly dwindling cock, she had to wonder at his ability to cum. Perhaps an
inability to ejaculate was why he’d not molested her when he had the perfect
chance.

Noise came from behind his hands
and it sounded suspiciously like laughter. She frowned at him.

"Earthling," he managed
to sputter in a choked voice. "You should have chosen a career in the
comedic arts." He peeled his hands away and she saw his face twisted in a
rictus of mirth. "Those balls, as you call them, are tucked into my body,
as is the case with all of my kind. Only a less evolutionized race would keep
their seed sacs out in the open where they are vulnerable to damage. As for
nipples, females have nipples, not males. Why would we? We are not the ones who
feed the young. There is nothing wrong with me. You, however, you’re one to
talk about deformity with your two breasts and that hole in your stomach."

Megan gaped at him. "Deformity?"
She grabbed her heavy breasts and held them up. "Do these look deformed to
you? I think my tits are perfectly beautiful, thank you. And as for my belly
button, all humans have one. It’s because we’re normal."

"Says you," he retorted.
Despite his assertion she was far from perfect, he couldn’t hide the fact his
cock rapidly re-inflated at her self-grope.

A glaring match ensued as they
tried to stare each other down—his prick straining and her pussy soaking—and
they might have remained at an impasse for a while had the ship’s computer not
interrupted.

"Approaching way station,
Lokihaj. Recommend docking for refueling and repair of malfunctioning thruster."

Tren growled as he turned to stalk
away, and Megan sucked in a breath at the view of his toned back and ass,
purple perfection that made her hands itch to stroke and pinch.
Maybe I
should have handled this morning differently?
In other words, held her
tongue, let him probe her with that purple dick of his and then draw a silent
conclusion on his prowess, balls or not.

Pride wouldn’t let her call him
back to apologize, and he seemed hell bent on ignoring her which kind of miffed
her.
I mean, if he really liked what happened last night and what he saw,
shouldn’t he be trying harder to get another piece?
His cock sure seemed
willing to give it a go. Instead, the pirate slapped his hand on the wall and a
compartment opened from which he pulled clean shirts and pants, a set of which
he flung at her without looking.  Another slap and a new door opened and he
walked out of the room.

Megan tugged on the garments as she
wished fervently for a toilet followed by a shower and a comb to freshen
herself. She’d understood enough of the computer’s message to understand they’d
reached some kind of civilization. Not sure how this helped her, but determined
to have a say in her fate, she strode into the adjoining room after Tren.

She found herself in a white haven
she guessed passed as a bathroom given it had some kind of shower enclosure and
a long counter with a pile of his clothes. What she really wanted to know, as
did her bladder, was where the toilet hid? Instead, she asked, "Where are
we going?"

Standing in a glassed cubicle, his
shape appeared blurry as he turned to face her. "We are going nowhere. You
will stay on the ship while I conduct business," he replied, his voice
muffled.

She thought about taking offense at
his high handed manner, but curiosity prompted to ask, "What are you
doing?"

"Cleansing myself, of course."

Megan craned her head from side to
side as she watched lights flashing up and down his body. "How does it
work? I don’t hear any water."

He snorted. "We’re in space,
not at a resort. On board the ship, we use lasers to cleanse our bodies and rid
ourselves of waste."

She wrinkled her nose.  It didn’t
sound like much fun. "Does it hurt?"

"You tell me." Quicker
than she could scream, he’d pushed open the cubicle door and yanked her in.

In the close confines of his
waterless shower, she couldn’t help awareness of his body—his big, naked and
virile body. She kept her eyes riveted on the goatee covering his chin. "Smooth
move, but in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m dressed dumbass."

"Not for long," he
announced with a smirk.

"What?" She squeaked as
something tickled her arm. She looked to the side and watched as the clothes
she wore disintegrated into nothing. Panicked, she tried to whirl to escape, expecting
to follow her garments into molecular nothingness at any moment.

Brawny arms wrapped around her and
halted her escape. "Calm yourself, Earthling. The lasers won’t hurt your
flesh or hair. Only foreign and waste substances are evaporated."

His words of reassurance didn’t
stop her from pressing back against him, flesh to flesh. It also didn’t stop
the flare of awareness that they both were nude, and he appeared very happy to
see her judging by the poking above her backside—a very thick and hard poke. To
distract herself, she spoke. "Stop calling me Earthling. My name is Megan."

"Odd you should ask that
seeing as how you’ve called me everything but my own title."

Megan bit her lip as she recalled
the numerous names she’d used for him. "Fair enough, Tren."

"Thank you, Megan." He
bent down to whisper her name in her ear and she shivered. "Now turn."

"Wh-what?"

"So the lasers can get your
buttocks. It won’t work if you insist on plastering yourself against me. Or is
this your way of saying you’d like me to copulate with you?"

"I really dislike you,"
she grumbled as she turned. She raised her eyes to meet his instead of lowering
to see his prick, which jabbed her in the belly. She also resisted an urge to
drop to her knees and see just what his giant purple Popsicle tasted like.

"Good. I’d hate to think
you’ll miss me when I sell you. Your new owner might take offence if you were
to pine for me."

She didn’t think about it, she just
slugged him in the stomach and then yelled as she brought her throbbing fist to
her mouth. She’d forgotten about his rock hard body.

The jerk laughed.

Not even blinking, she brought her
knee up, and connected with the underside of his cock. She enjoyed a moment’s
satisfaction as he shut up before she realized what she’d done.
He asked for
it.
She didn’t stick around to see if he agreed.

Exiting with as much dignity as she
could while naked as a jay bird, she grabbed his clothes off the white counter
and strode out into the bedroom to dress for the second time that morning. At
least she didn’t feel grimy anymore and her bladder no longer ached. A shower
and toilet in one, but without an ick factor? She grudgingly admitted the
coolness of it. She patted her hair out of curiosity and discovered it didn’t
feel like straw anymore. Interesting.  She wondered what else the shower could
do.

Dressed, she bent over the table
and peered at the wall he’d used the night before to feed them. Squiggles
marked its surface and she sighed as she realized she had no idea what to do.