Page 8 of Her Alien Beast
Chapter 6
VLANN
I checkon the little human often from her place at the window. After lunch, I’d told her she could go anywhere she likes in my house, but first made her promise not to touch anything. While I don’t think she’s capable of disabling the security system, I will not risk it. I also won’t risk her attempting to contact the outside world. There are several video comms in my house, but I just finished password protecting them, in case she dares to disobey my orders.
Each time I enter the sitting room, she glances at me with obvious fear before returning her gaze to the trees. However, sometimes when she looks at me, I can almost swear her eyes dilate and her breathing increases. I feel guilty for allowing her to believe I’m simply helping her because of the reward on her head. She has no idea I’m not in it for the galactic credits or that I don’t really need the money. The truth is a bit more complicated.
The truth might frighten her.
I’m helping her because I’m drawn to her like no other female. When I’m in her presence, all my senses come alive. After her escape attempt, I tell myself I’m checking on her frequently only to make sure she hasn’t tried running away again. But it’s more than that. I want to be closer to her and inhale her sweet, feminine scent. I want to hold her in my arms and run my fingers through her wavy dark locks.
A growl builds in my throat. I want to possess her.
She’s the first female on planet Marryyn who hasn’t laughed at me or looked upon me with disgust, and I find her inquisitive reaction to my appearance quite curious. I’ve noticed her looking at me from time to time, glancing at me with an appreciative look in her eye as her face flushes.
Perhaps my green, armored skin doesn’t repulse her in the way it normally does to humans. A human girl in the orphanage I grew up in once told me I reminded her of a reptile, and it’s my understanding that humans and many other races that call Marryyn home do not like reptiles.
But there’s nothing cold-blooded about me. My blood heats whenever I glance at Amira, my cock stiffens, and the overwhelming instinct to take her as my mate falls upon me. I also have the strangest urge to hold her down and bite her until I draw blood, marking her as mine.
I remember little about the Kaxxloran way of life, as my memories of my home planet and my parents are few, as I was but a small child when I settled on Marryyn. Therefore, I’m unfamiliar with the mating customs of my own people. If I claim this pretty little human, will a mating bond of sorts form between us? I have no idea, I only know I can’t put Amira out of my mind.
When I threatened to punish her if she attempted escape or disobeyed me, she’d appeared surprised, but her face had also flushed and her breathing had increased. She had looked shocked yet intrigued, and if I understood human reactions better I might say she had been aroused.
I resolve to follow through with my threat if she tests me.
The urge to conquer her hums through my blood, a force so strong I don’t think I can stop it.My human. Mine. This thought repeats over and over.
I watch as she stares out over the green mountains, occasionally gnawing on her bottom lip. In the next moment, my cock goes rock hard and I grip the edge of the doorway and will the urgency to claim her to pass.
As much as I want her, I will not force myself upon the female. More than wanting her as my mate, I want to protect her, and that means eventually seeing her safely returned to her family.
Owen had sent me more information about Amira and her parents. She comes from money, has a topnotch education, and has a job lined up with her father’s lucrative weapons manufacturing company. Her parents left Earth when she was only two years old, leaving their home planet during the final phase of the Third Interplanetary War. A wise decision, as Earth was destroyed not long after their departure.
As I stare at the little human, I realize her clothing is still dirty from her struggle against Flanz P’Rinza. Her snug black pants are mud-stained, and her tight short-sleeved shirt is ripped in the back. The hiking boots she’d removed rest against the wall under the window.
A thought suddenly occurs to me. I can’t hold Amira Swan, the daughter of a wealthy and influential human family, for several days without meeting her basic needs.
I leave the sitting room to call Owen, and I quickly explain the situation to him. Owen, in his eagerness, promises to stop by soon with everything I require to make the little human’s stay, however long it will be, as comfortable as possible.
“Oh, and the reward hasn’t increased yet, Vlann, but it will. Give it a full day or two. Those Swans are swimming in galactic credits,” says Owen. He assumes I’m holding Amira at my residence because I’m interested in the reward, but I decide he doesn’t need to know the truth.
“I’m afraid I might have to give you a raise after this,” I jokingly tell the young human man. Until now, Owen has only provided me with information. He’s never run errands for me, though I don’t wish to leave my residence to procure clothing, toiletries, and other essentials for Amira myself and leave her all alone.
After thanking Owen and ending the call, I walk through my house and soon find myself standing in one of the guest bedrooms. My residence contains three guest bedrooms, none of which have ever been used. The room I’m standing in now is directly across from the master bedroom, and I immediately decide this is the room where Amira will sleep, as it is closest to my room. The mattress is bare, however, and I rummage through drawers and closets until I find the extra bedding I’d bought after building this huge residence in the mountains.
I make the bed, piling it high with warm blankets and extra pillows, wanting Amira to be comfortable. But just as I finish, I hear a strange noise coming from the sitting room. Moving stealthily through the house, I pause in the hallway outside the sitting room, spying on Amira. She’s pressing buttons on a video comm, trying to make a call. She keeps guessing the password wrong and the device makes a low-pitched beeping noise with each failed entry.
Anger flares in my chest. She doesn’t have permission to make a call, and even if she asks, I won’t allow her to contact anyone on the outside. Is she trying to contact her family and ask them to rescue her? I growl under my breath. Is she trying to cheat me out of the reward? Never mind that I don’t care about the galactic credits, but she doesn’t know that. The idea that she’s trying to cheat me or perhaps leave causes rage to build within me.
“Amira,” I say as I stride into the room. She gasps and moves away from the video comm. “I’ve no intention to keep you here against your will. I’ll take you directly back to your family this instant if that’s what you wish. This arrangement of ours will not include me holding you against your will. I want that to be clear.” Except I don’t want her to leave, and earlier I’d told her she was both my houseguest and my prisoner. I want to keep her here, always, as my little human mate. My blood heats with both anger and desire as I stare at her.
To my shock, Amira stands up and places her hands on her hips, looking defiant, her dark eyes blazing as her chin lifts in a challenging manner. “I’ve made no attempt to escape, Mr. D’Zorr. I just wanted to know if I could get the video comm to work, that’s all. The only person I was thinking about calling is my friend, Cayley. That’s it. And I don’t wish to negate our agreement, thank you very much.” Her tone is insolent and I wonder what has caused her anger.
I close the space between us in three long strides and tower over her. “You are a guest in my house, little human,” I remind her sternly. “You will refrain from speaking to me in a disrespectful tone.”
Her eyes flash. “I promised I wouldn’t try to escape,” she says. “Nothing more. And right now, I’d prefer to be alone. So, if you don’t mind…get out.” She nods toward the hallway, dismissing me from my own sitting room. I don’t understand her anger, but I will not abide by her rudeness. I also can’t ignore the fact that she has disobeyed me.
“I won’t warn you again,” I say, moving even closer, so near, I can feel the waves of heat coming off her little body. My cock thickens in my pants, my desire for the human rising with each moment, along with the tension that’s flaring between us.
