Page 4 of Her Alien Hero
I stared at his angular face, his light violet skin, the short horns on his head, the flowing black hair, and I couldn't denytherewassomething primally, dangerously attractive about him.
But only him. Not that psycho, Voren.
My thoughts shamed me. Jeremy had been my husband, and we'd loved one another fiercely for the past twenty years. Dead or not, he could never be replaced.
"Do I have a choice?"
Baraxen shrugged. "In some matters." He nodded toward a sleeping female with red hair. "You can choose to save your people and live a life of luxury, or you can choose death."
I take it back. He's an asshole, too.
"So much for being a mate," I mumbled.
"Notyourdeath. Once bound, you'll benefit from our enhancements. But those individuals? Yes. They will perish if you choose not to be a willing subject.”
"This is crazy shit. This dreamis ridiculous." I raised my hand to slap him, but his reflexes were sharp.
He held my wrist midair, his six-foot-four frame towering over me. "Do that again, and you will face the consequences. Voren and I will each take turns subduing you."
The way he looked while threatening to punish me made my thighs clench together.What the hell? Why am I turned on? They literally abducted me from my home.
His bright blue gaze focused on my lips.
I tried yanking my wrist away, but his grip grew tighter. With his other arm, he jerked me into his chest and grabbed under my arm, lifting me off my feet.
"Hey, stop that. Put me down right now!" The sensation of floating in the air cooled the desire flooding my veins.
He threw me over his shoulder without a word and began walking.
The world swam and my sensation of up and down made me dizzy, but I began beating his bare back with my fists. "You son of a bitch. Let me go."
His strides were long as he maneuvered through the long room and out the exit with a whoosh.
Cool air touched my skin.
He never said a word, just kept walking down a corridor with metal walls and floors.
I raked my fingernails across his back. Blue blood welled from the cuts. Instead of the tang of copper, something like ice or snow met my nose.
He grunted but didn't break his stride.
Isthis a dream?I remembered reading somewhere that in dreams, a person couldn’t smell.
Oh God. No. This cannot be real. It. Can't.
Another set of doors swooshed open, and he stepped into darkness. Grabbing me by the waist, he slid me off his shoulder and released me. I floundered as I fell, reaching for anything to stop the fall, but a soft thud under my belly cushioned the blow.
I immediately tried to rise, but pressure against my shoulders kept me down.
"Do not make this harder than it has to be," he said, his tone low and close to my ear. "I do not take pleasure in pain. But Voren? Well, if you continue to fight, he will break you. Do you understand?"
I froze. Baraxen sounded serious. Out of the two aliens, Voren seemed the most volatile. If I wanted to live, I needed to pay attention, pretend to cooperate, and devise a way to escape, though I had no idea where I was even at.
"I-I understand." Choking out those words felt like defeat.
"Good." The pressure at my back lessened, and that fresh-fallen snow scent got stronger. "Now tell me. What makes you wet, little human?"
My breathing quickened.He is not asking me what I think he's asking, is he?
