Page 9 of Her Alien Cyborgs
“You want to mate with us?” the closest one asked.
She really needed to learn their names. It seemed like the least she could do, all things considered.
Names first. Then… She slammed the brakes on that line of thought. That was a problem for later. They had other issues to deal with first. Preferably before the annoying colonel showed up and made things worse.
“What the hell is going on here?” a new voice demanded.
Of course, it was Barrios. With her luck? She’d probably summoned him like a mythical creature just by thinking of him.
“You need to lower your wing and let them see me before someone does something stupid.” As she spoke, she reached up to grasp the top line of his wing. Even using most of her weight, she couldn’t make it move.
Frustration and worry replaced the other more carnal thoughts dancing through her head. “Please. Only enough for them to see my face.”
That did it. The wing lowered enough for her to see the group crowded into the corridor. Some of the soldiers had moved back to allow Barrios and several others to take their places.
“Hey, Phylomenia. Look what I found.”
The other woman shot her a rueful look. “I should have remembered that was one of your talents.” Phylomenia turned to look at her husbands. “She always did have a knack for finding trouble.”
Hezza glanced back at the two males standing behind her. Trouble didn’t begin to describe the situation. It was afraxxed-upmess with no easy solutions and a biological clock that had already started ticking.
She needed to get these two out of their cell and somewhere safe before anything else went wrong.
The way this day was going, Hezza figured she had about fivefraxxingminutes until that happened. Maybe less.
CHAPTER 4
Kalan baredhis fangs and glared at the beings outside the bars. If any of them tried to hurther, he’d kill them in the most violent, painful ways he could think of. It didn’t matter that she was a stranger. This female washis.
She said her name was Hezza. That was all he knew, and it was enough. At least for now. Soon, he’d want to know more. More about her and about this thing she called thesharhal.
Was this really his mate? Their mate? It had to be something like that because he was almost out of his mind with the need to touch her.
“Do you feel this same madness?” he asked Fyr’enth.
“Yes, but I don’t understand it.I know her. Need her.”
“And would die to keep her safe.” He finished the thought. They’d been linked like this from the beginning. It wasn’t telepathy, but sometimes it felt like it.
Kalan drew in another breath, letting the scent of the female—their female—flow into his mouth and nose. She smelled sweet, like the candy one of the techs had snuck to him as a present once. He wondered if she’d taste like that illicit treat, too.
“Ahem.” Someone made an annoying sound that tore Kalan’s attention away from Hezza. A human male stood in front of the others with his chest puffed out as if he were trying to make himself look bigger.
“I am Commander Barrios. As the commanding officer of this task force, I am taking control of this situation. You will release the civilian woman immediately. Both of you will then move to the back of your cell and place your hands on the wall at shoulder height or higher. Do you understand?”
“No,” Kalan said.
The little man spluttered. “No? No, what? Do you need me to use smaller words, or are you disregarding my orders?”
Hezza spoke up. “The only ones under your command areyoursoldiers. Unless they signed up while I wasn’t looking, these two don’t need to follow your orders.”
“They are my prisoners. Of course, they have to follow orders.” The leader glared at Hezza.
Kalan glared back, and a soft growl of warning rose from his throat.
“It’s okay, sunshine.” Hezza patted the top of his wing. “He’s not going to hurt me.”
Her touch soothed him, but he didn’t let it show. Everyone here was a potential threat, and he would not show weakness.
