Possessing Providence [Warriors Of Kelon Book 6] (6 page)

The feeling in the air and being with Zelron changed. He was more settled. Although it felt weird to be fed like a child, she also knew the food could be drugged. His insistence on tasting it all first showed Zelron cared. It made her chest tighten and feel fluttery at the same time.

Where the hell was the tough Providence Velour, town electrician, who took crap from no one? She was lost behind the big alien man set on protecting and taking care of her. No one had taken care of her since the age of five, after her mother’s death. Her father told her to toughen up, there was no affection, no girl-talks she needed. The facts of life she gleaned from school, television and the few friends she did have. The drive behind her life was trying to turn herself into what her dad wanted, but feeling the sting of his scathing looks and mutterings of ‘shudda been a boy’ always cut her deep.

“Ready to earn your keep, Miss Velour?”

Forrester’s voice snapped her out of her sad reverie. “Beast, step back, now!”

Zelron took a step back, but he hooked an arm around Prov’s waist and pulled her back along with him.

“He is very protective of you.” Forrester regarded them both.

“Yeah, well you’re an asshole and he’s not.”

Martin strode into the room, looking the same as he did before, except he was now wearing a pair of latex gloves.

“Exchanging pleasantries already, Forrester?”

“She has a mouth on her, this one.”

“Which will be put to use soon enough.” Martin examined the tray, before selecting an obscenely large syringe compete with a dagger of a needle. Prov, without conscious thought, wrapped her hand around Zelron’s solid muscled arm.

“For obvious reasons, we’ve been unable to collect proper blood samples without drugging our beast here.”

“Don’t call him that. He has a name: Zelron. Use it, or I won’t help you.”

The two doctors glanced at each other.

“You’ve learnt more about him in twenty-four hours than we have in nine months. He won’t talk to us.”

“I don’t frikken blame him.”

“Well, we will keep you two happy as long as you keep us happy. Does that sound like a deal?”

Prov glanced up at Zelron, who stared down at her. He nodded. “Do as they say. They cannot hurt me any more than they already have.”

“His English is quite good,” muttered Martin.

“We have two choices for you. You can come here and willingly give us a sample of your blood…Zelron, or your little woman can draw your blood for us.”

Prov shuddered. She couldn’t shove that big thing into his arm and take blood. “I can’t hurt you,” she whispered.

Zelron turned, pushed her into the corner, and barked the word. “Stay.” Her jaw dropped in half shock as he stepped towards the cell door and placed his arm through it.

“What? Wait! No, you can’t.”

He turned and pinned her with a hard stare, stopping her before she could move. He spun around, his back to her, and her mouth opened and closed like a guppy, not knowing what to do.

“Take the blood. I will not fight.”

“Most civilized. We should have gotten you someone much sooner.”

Not alone…the words rattled around in Prov’s brain. He had gone through all this torture alone. She couldn’t stay in the corner and let him suffer alone. She moved to his left side. He glanced down at her with a disapproving scowl, but it faded when she took hold of his free hand, squeezing it.

Prov winced and felt her stomach churn when Martin jabbed the needle into his arm, and drew several vials of blood.

“All done.” Martin beamed, removing the needle and capping the tubes. “Excellent samples.”

Zelron’s arm still bled from the gaping wound the thick needle left. “I want Band Aids, antiseptic and lots of orange juice.” She pulled Zelron away, putting her hand over his arm to stem the bleeding.

Martin handed her a swab and a Band Aid. She felt as if Zelron was watching her and she glanced up to see his expression was one of curiosity, while she cleaned his arm and put the plaster over it.

“His blood is not the only thing we want out of him today.” Forster moved the tray to the back of the room.

“You’ve got his blood, isn’t it enough?” Stupid question. Her stomach pitched seeing their evil smiles again.

“No, it’s not. We want everything we can examine and possibly use. You are going to collect semen samples for us.”

Saliva suddenly went down the wrong part of her throat and she started coughing. Zelron patted her on her back with a heavy hand, his blows feeling more like they came from a Mack truck. She felt her face turning a bright red.

“Breathe slowly, Providence,” Zelron rumbled.

“We thought you might protest, and we’ve been patient and nice. We’re not asking you to fuck him, yet. Simply get him off and collect the samples.” Martin put a glass container on the edge of the cell door shelf.

“We’re not worried about viability of live semen today. So, we’ll give you till the end of the day to have this container filled.”

Prov shook her head. The heat of Zelron’s hand still lingered on her back. “Not possible. Even a human man would
—
”

“I’m not sure if you noticed yet, Miss Velour, but your friend is not human.” Martin tapped the container. “With the right incentive, I’m sure you can get it done. Oh, and if it’s not, we will introduce you to these.”

As if on cue, two bulky, six-foot tall guards in white shirts and black slacks stepped into the room, each carrying what looked like red spear guns, only there were claw-like pincers on the end. Prov gasped seeing them spark, like cattle prods.

Zelron growled low “You will not need those.” He stepped forward and snatched the container.

Semen. Reality crashed in. She would have to touch Zelron’s… she glanced down at his crotch, noticing the large bulge for the first time. How the hell did she miss that? She was too frikken wrapped up in having her freedom taken away, that’s how.

Prov’s head spun. How would she? She would have to touch… she had never touched a… oh, god. Where did all the air go? Her head spun and she felt faint.

“Breathe, Providence, you are shading red again.” Zelron leaned down, stroking his hand down her arm, and she took in slower breaths. He encircled his strong arm around her waist, holding her against his side.

“We will do this, but you must give us privacy
—not
here in this cell. Have you no respect for your own kind?”

“If we did, do you think we would have put her in there with you? But as she’s making you so placid, I suppose moving you will do no harm. What do you say, Forrester?”

“I guess the new couple could have a honeymoon suite, as long as they continue to co-operate. After all, we want them to be comfortable for the next stage of our plans.”

Next stage?
“Have you two no conscience at all?” she blurted out.

Zelron gave her waist a squeeze, as if to hush her. She tried yanking from his grasp, glaring up at him, but he held her fast. She stilled her struggles.

“But of course, considering you’re now getting royal treatment. Ask your new boyfriend exactly what we could be doing to you, rather than being as nice as we are now.”

Zelron shook his head. “Is not good. I will obey for her.”

Everything was so wrong. Zelron was making compromises now, instead of fighting, because of her, but what could she do? She felt like a mouse caught in a trap.

“Fine, I agree with Zelron. You will get what you want, but can we have privacy, please.”

Martin and Forrester both nodded. “Jake and Malvin will move you to the A-Block cells. Call out when the samples are ready and they’ll collect the specimen. Oh, and remember, any hint of rebellion will be cause for punishment.”

“We understand.” Zelron spoke before she could open her mouth and tell them exactly where they could shove their punishment. He shook his head at her. Guessing he knew their captors a hell of a lot better than her, she decided to trust his judgment.

Chapter 6

The door closed and Prov heard the locks click into place. They made Zelron carry her, her heart thumping, all the way up the stairs and through the corridors. The guard made it clear, if he set her down or tried anything they would shock her with the high voltage cattle prod.

She couldn’t decipher the look in Zelron’s dark gaze. Guilt and her nerves made the breakfast in her stomach settle like a lead weight.

Maybe, she could turn her back while he…uh, masturbated into the container. She didn’t really need to be a part of it, but the thought of seeing him totally naked,
and seeing his
cock warmed her lower belly and made her clit pulse.

Damn it, why can’t I bring my hormones under control?
It was not like this was the best place to explore her long suppressed sexually. The way he touched her at breakfast, and the evening before, felt wonderful. The things he said about claiming her made her shake with nerves. He couldn’t really mean those things, after all.
I was the first woman he saw in, what did the doc say? Nine months? Or maybe even longer.

She sighed and glanced around. The room was vastly different to the harshness of the cell. It contained one double bed, fixed to the wall, one pillow, a sheet and blanket. A white moulded plastic chair and table stood on the other side. At the far end of the room, separated by a head-high, painted wall, was a shower and toilet.

“You can put me down now. I’m too heavy.”

Zelron snorted. “Light as a star beam. Little, round and soft. You feel good in my arms, Providence. Heavy you are not.”

She smiled as he sounded a lot like Yoda from Star Wars. “Well, you do have big muscles and are very strong.”

“Must stay strong to protect my little, human female.” He suddenly nuzzled in at her throat. Her eyes widened at the rush of sensation shooting through her body, making her toes curl.

He breathed in deep at the crook of her neck. The rush of his hot exhalation sent a rush of Goosebumps over her skin.

“Smell good.”

Her mouth went dry as he raised his head and she met his dark gaze, blazing with a whole different kind of fire.

Desire and fear shot through her as he lowered her to the bed, laying her out and tugging away the blanket.

She squeaked when he tossed it aside, his gaze running heatedly over her body. “I need to have you, little one, you know this. I know you see this.”

“Yes, but…I can’t, we can’t.” Panic surged through her as he pressed his body over hers. “You’re meant to fill the…the…oh!”

He lowered his head and the hot, wet rasp of his tongue slid over her collar bone. She felt his hardened erection press against her thigh through the fabric of his sweat pants.

“Taste good. You are mine. Fill cup later. Here now, I claim you, bind you to me. Understand?”

Her mind battled with the fire in her body. The fear, the years of rejection, the pain of loneliness came screaming to the surface.

“Zelron, no! Stop, please.”

He paused and raised his head, concern in his eyes. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, wiping away the tears she didn’t realise were sliding down the side of her face.

“I will not hurt you, and I will never leave or abandon you. We are together forever, now. Do you not trust me to protect you?”

She drew in a shuddering breath; his words making her heart swell. Did he really speak the truth? He didn’t know the truth about her; however, she had to tell him, it was only fair.

“Zelron, it will hurt. I’ve never been with a man. No man has ever touched me because I am undesirable.”

Anger darkened his features. “I am not man, I am Kelon Warrior. Yes, here I am captive, but you are a precious female. I desire you, I desire to claim you for mine, we be marriage.”

Why couldn’t he understand? Why couldn’t he see it was their circumstances which made him want her? Anything beyond their time here and now would crumble, and she would be left devastated and heartbroken.

“But what about when we escape and you see for yourself how I am, compared to other women? I don’t think you know much about human women, how different we are. There are more beautiful ones than me, thinner ones
—
”

A low growl emanated from his chest, an angry frustrated sound. He cupped her head in his hands; his nose nuzzled hers while he drew in slow, measured breaths, as if struggling for control. “You wound me, to reject my claim. You say I am not repulsive. Did you tell lie?”

“No, of course not. You are handsome, big, strong and wonderful. But
—
”

“I choose you, Providence, no other. No matter where, inside these walls or outside beyond the stars. All human men are foolish to not see what I see, to feel what I do. I must protect and make you mine. It is good no human man has touched you. Only I will touch you. I will kill anyone who tries to touch you. Is this not enough for you to believe?”

Was it? Oh, god, her head swam with the upheaval of her emotions. Deep down, she did want this. Why couldn’t she throw her hat into the ring and take a leap of faith with him? What would the future hold for them?