Page 8 of Captured By The Alien Barbarian
“Mine,” he says softly, a smile playing on his thick lips. And for a moment, I can’t help but wonder if they are as soft as they appear. Everything else about him is hard. Wait. Did he just call me his? As if I were some object to own? Oh hell no.
“Who the heck do you think you are? What did you do to me? Let go of me,” I say, hurling every ounce of emotion into my words. I practically spat at him. I throw the frustration that I feel for just losing the best chance of ever becoming rich at him. I throw my anguish that I had nearly died.
His grin expands leisurely, as if he were basking in my furious attention.
“Now, why would I do that, little Nika?” he asks, his voice rolling over me like a velvety purr.
Feeling daring, I give a tentative wiggle. My stomach brushes against him, and he immediately closes his eyes and moans. I gasp, realizing what has just transpired. Even through the thick hide blanket and his leather pants, I feel the considerable weight of his... eagerness resting against my stomach.
My traitorous body betrays me, my nipples hardening beneath the blanket as they rub against the soft fibers.
“I am not your prisoner,” I say, attempting to maintain my composure. Why does my voice sound so damn husky?
The male has the audacity to smirk down at me, and a chill spreads across my body. No one should look that attractive and wicked simultaneously. It just shouldn’t be possible.
“Oh, but you are very much my prisoner.”
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I gaze upat the male in absolute and utter shock, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. How on Earth—or more accurately, how on Atraxis—do I respond to something like that? Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to expect an answer.
The alien rises to his feet, towering over me and peering at me down the length of his body. There’s one obstruction to our unbreakable stare, and that’s the sizable bulge at his groin. As my eyes shift from his face to his package, I swear I see it twitch. As I watch, it grows, hardens, and lengthens until I can hear it straining the leather of his pants.
I swallow heavily, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight. He is colossal. I thought my late husband was well-endowed, but this guy puts all of humanity to shame.
All the while, the alien observes my expression, looking insufferably smug. I despise his arrogant ass. After a moment of flaunting, he steps away. It feels like a dismissal, as if he’s right, and I’m wrong, just because. I loathe it. But I have no idea how to argue the point with him, especially while tied up.
I hate how my brain rationalizes that, all things considered, I should be grateful. I’m alive—sore, but alive.
This beast is the first alien I’ve ever seen up close and personal. I’ve watched countless vids featuring beings from other galaxies, and while some are quite humanoid, some are truly terrifying. The only humans who get to interact with aliens are usually from the very upper crust of society—the filthy rich and the government officials. Never someone like me.
The alien doesn’t approach me, but it’s clear he’s equally aware of my presence. His throbbing excitement certainly confirms that. He doesn’t even try to hide it. He struts around the cave, almost tilting his body this way and that so that he’s facing me, as if he’s proud of his arousal.
I find myself meandering through some peculiar thoughts, like what kind of equipment he is packing. It looks larger than average, given the way it is pitching a tent against his pants... What if he has tentacles? Or maybe spikes that would tear me to shreds? What if it secretes a deadly poison or corrosive acid? I am well aware that aliens can mate with humans... but I must confess, I have never taken the time to search the network for images of alien peens. Talk about a niche market. At least he looks mostly humanoid. You know, if you ignore his thick, green skin and that swishing tail.
For the first time in a while, the alien looks at me and asks, “How is your head?”
I give him a puzzled look. As my silence stretches between us, he gestures impatiently to the spot behind his ear. He is asking about the injury he inflicted upon me. The nerve! I shoot him a glare. As if he actually cares.
“Why did you hurt me? What did you even do?”
The green extraterrestrial has the gall to blink at me and feign shock. I detest how even when surprised, he appears so ridiculously handsome. His face is perfectly proportioned like a model’s, his hair composed of smooth black strands, his chest and abs sculpted. It is so jarring to talk to him when he looks so similar and yet so alien.
“You couldn’t understand my words, so I shared the device that allows us to do so. I am sorry that I had to cause you pain.”
“You gave me a translator?” I ask, processing his words with shock. He lives like a freaking caveman, and he just had a translator lying around? Why waste it on me? Those things cost an absolute fortune. Even knowing I was moving across the universe, the government didn’t even bother to offer me one. And it isn’t like I can afford one out of pocket.
“When the younglings become of a certain age, they each receive the device so they can communicate between tribes. For some reason, you didn’t have one.”
What in the world is going on? Younglings? Tribes? He speaks as if he doesn’t come from the colony. But the Earth Government thoroughly checked that the planet was devoid of any sentient life before humans even set foot on it... Unless they actually didn’t.
“You aren’t from the colony?” I say. My mind reels, unable to process the shock and implications of what is going on. Who is this guy? Does anyone else know that a sentient alien race lives here? I have to tell someone...
The alien’s eyes harden, his expression morphing into a scowl. Behind him, his tail ceases its swaying.
He strides towards me with long, confident steps. I become aware that his feet are bare, and as they step closer, the claws that tip his toes also come closer. I squirm backward on the bed. My back presses against the wall, pushing so hard into it that I can feel each crack and crevice in the chilly cave wall behind me.
I am forced to look up at him as he stares down at me. His breathing is heavy, and I clutch my blanket to myself as if it is a shield. With a sneer, he bends over and yanks my hands closer to him. With surprisingly nimble fingers, he reties my binds, making them tighter than before. Thankfully, not painfully so.
