Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (25 page)

She didn’t say much as she chewed
and watched him as he explained that other than the staff, they were alone, the
guards for his compound housed in a barracks area a short distance away.
However, as he continued to elucidate, it didn’t mean she shouldn’t exercise
caution. Megan listened to him and wondered why he bothered with such a long
speech extolling the place’s virtues. Weren’t they leaving as soon as the ship
got fixed?

Not that she was that eager to
depart. Truthfully, whether she separated from him today or tomorrow, with her
heart invested, it would hurt no matter what. So she had a choice: mope about
something she couldn’t change, or enjoy herself while she could.

She’d always hated whiny bitches
and refused to turn into one. Once she finished eating, she set the tray aside
and crooked a finger at him.

Tren stopped midsentence and a
lusty expression came over his face. "Are you sure? You just woke from a
healing sleep. Perhaps you’d like some more fresh air or—"

She sighed. "For a pirate,
you’re really sucking at the plundering aspect. I mean, what’s a captive got to
do to get ravaged around here?"

She squealed as he pounced on her,
a sound cut short by his lips covering hers in a scorching embrace that stole
her breath.

Unlike some of their previous
frantic couplings, he took his time with her, caressing her with a gentleness
that made her gasp. He explored her mouth thoroughly, his tongue meshing wetly
with hers. Megan clung to him tightly, her arms wrapped around his neck,
enjoying the feel of his heavier body on hers. He left off her mouth and moved
to her neck, licking and nipping at her soft skin. The sharp edge of his teeth
scraping at her flesh made her tremble.

"I missed you while you rested
in your healing sleep," he whispered as he kissed his way down between her
breasts.

"What? You did?" She
raised her head to peer down at him incredulously. He gazed back at her, his
mien completely serious.

"I did. It’s probably a sign
of impending mental illness, but I am quite happy you’ve woken." His lips
curved into a crooked smile.

Megan couldn’t help her lips from
curling into a soft smile of pleasure. "I’m glad you came for me."

"Never doubt me," he
growled, his eyes turning dark. He clenched her nipple with his teeth and bit
down.

Megan gasped, her body arching
under his as his gentle bite sent a jolt straight to her pussy.  A chuckle
vibrated against her breast before he swirled his tongue around her throbbing
tip. Sucking it into his mouth, he sent a never ending stream of electric zings
down to her already damp cleft. He switched breasts, paying equal torturous
attention to the other.

When he stopped, she mewled in
loss, but he seemed determined to torture her. He moved down her body slowly,
his lips caressing her skin softly, driving her crazy with need. He nuzzled the
apex of her thighs and she parted them, her chest heaving as she fought to
capture her breath. She lost it in a whoosh as his tongue jabbed at her damp
core. Her fingers found his hair and hung on tight as he ate her, his tongue
and mouth alternating between nibbling and flicking her clit then delving into
her sex. He inserted two fingers into her channel, pumping her with his digits
as his tongue skimmed over her sensitive nub. Her pelvic muscles clenched his
fingers tight, her hips rocking in cadence to his thrusts.

When he bit her swollen clit gently
with the sharp points of his teeth, she bowed off the bed with a scream. He
pushed her back down and anchored her with his hands, and did it again, applying
even more pressure.  Her climax crested and crashed with an intensity that made
her lose her mind. He grunted with satisfaction as he moved up to cover her
body. She shoved at him.

"Get on your back," she
ordered. A sensual grin crossed his face as he obeyed, but only to a certain
point. As she went to straddle him to return the pleasure, he caught her and
flipped her so that her pussy rested above his face. Quivers rocked her pussy
as she realized his intention. Sixty nine was such a lovely number.

His cock, a darker purple than the
rest of him strained from his bare groin, the lack of balls on the outside
making it appear even larger. She grasped him at the root, enjoying the way he
pulsed in her palm. She laved the pink tip with her tongue, tasting the
sweetness of his arousal. She drew him into her mouth with decadent languor.
She loved to tease him, to feel her big brash pirate tremble at her touch. To
hear him groan as she sucked his dick, grazing her teeth along its length. But
he didn’t let her oral torture go unanswered. His hands drew her sex down so
that he could probe her with his tongue. Already sensitive from her climax, she
quaked and would have moved from the intensity of his touch, but he held her
firm, made her a prisoner to his tongue and mouth, rebuilding her bliss.

She tried to ignore what he did to
her pussy by bobbing her head up and down the length of him, taking him deep
enough to make her throat convulse, then out again. He grew in her mouth, his
cockhead widening, a signal she’d learned announced his impending climax. Yet
again, though, he thought to control their lovemaking. He manhandled her until
she faced him again, her throbbing pussy straddling his waist.

Megan smiled at him, lifting
herself so that her sex hovered just over the tip of him. His blue eyes flashed
with passion. Out shot his hands to grab her around the waist and push her
down, ramming his cock up into her. She cried out at the suddenly full
sensation, her back arching. She didn’t move for a moment, holding him inside
of her, enjoying the pulsing strength of him buried in her most intimate part.
Leaning forward, she braced her hands on his chest while her hair swung forth
to create a private curtain where only she and Tren existed.

Rotating her hips, she ground
herself against him, circling and pushing against him in a swirling motion that
put direct pressure on her clit and made her moan. His fingers dug into the
soft flesh of her hips, his enjoyment spurring her to move harder, faster. He
stared at her as they undulated in rhythm, the only sound the harsh pants of
their quickening breath and the soft, wet sound of their joining. She couldn’t
tear her eyes from his. The intensity in them caught her more firmly than his
tractor beam ever had, and she wondered at the change in them. The change in
him.

A part of her realized that since
her waking, his attitude towards her had shifted. If she didn’t know any
better, she’d say he cared for her and no longer hid it. Foolish, hopeful
thinking on her part probably, but she couldn’t help fantasizing as she leaned
down to kiss his lips, bestowing upon him a tender embrace full of the longing
and love she felt for him.

As if sensing her fragile emotions,
he kept his response just as light and sensual, slowing their pace into a
tantalizing tease. A tear at his gentleness, escaped and rolled down her cheek.
He must have felt it because he stopped all motion.

"Why do you cry?"

"Am not," she retorted,
her lie soft and unconvincing.

In a swift motion, he rolled so she
lay beneath him. "Open your eyes," he ordered.

She clamped them tight. "No."

"Please."

How could she ignore his plea? She
blew out a heavy breathe, her throat tight, and opened lids, damp with
moisture. His thumb brushed at one eye, smearing the brimming tears.

A spasm crossed his face. "Do
you hurt?"

She shook her head. Another lie,
she hurt, just not physically like he assumed.

"You are sad?"

She thought about fibbing, but
didn’t. "A little. Don’t worry. I’ll get over it."

"Why are you sad?"

She shrugged. "I don’t know. I
guess I miss home."

His eyes darkened and his face
tightened. "This is now your home."

"Only until you sell me,"
she snapped back, anger an easier emotion to feel than sorrow.

"And if I were to keep you?"
He threw that out there, a word bomb that stole her voice. His brow furrowed. "Why
do you not answer? Is the idea so abhorrent?"

He didn’t wait for her answer. He
kissed her fiercely, possessively. His cock, still buried inside her, began to
pump, in and out, quickly thickening and butting against her sensitive inner
walls. She clung to him, matching him kiss for kiss, thrust for thrust. She
didn’t dare speak. Didn’t dare hope he meant his words. But she could show him.

They rode the wave to their
pleasure together, flesh slapping, breaths tangled, their erotic energy
building. He tore his lips from hers as they reached the crest, his eyes
blazing with passion.

"You are mine," he
growled. With that startling, possessive announcement, he buried his face into
the crook of her neck—and bit her.

Megan screamed, not from the pain
of him breaking her skin with his sharp teeth, but from the crushing pleasure
of her orgasm. Ecstasy rolled over her in a tidal rush, sweeping her up and
shaking her with bliss.

And it wouldn’t end.

With each suck of her neck, and the
blood that surely flowed, the crest of her climax rose higher, and higher. When
she thought she would pass out from the potency of it, she discovered paradise.
Somehow, Tren touched her soul, a feat, she’d never imagined, but how else to
explain it. She floated out of her body, which would have been really scary,
except Tren found her in that vast, lonely limbo. His own spirit wrapped around
hers, twined with it, meshing himself in a permanent way that brought with it a
sense of completion. Rightness.

Like I’ve come home.

Chapter
Twelve

Tren woke first, and he used that
moment to stare in silence at the alien female who’d captured his heart—and
soul. Not that he was ready to tell her that yet. He didn’t want to give her
that much power over him, even if she already unconsciously wielded it.

The stunning realization that he
couldn’t live without Megan rocked him still. He’d fought an inner battle
against caring for her—and lost. His capitulation and admittance when he’d
watched over her during her convalescence that he loved her was the driving
force behind the reason he’d brought her to his secret hideaway. A first ever.

He’d claimed the planet in his
youth, and over the years built himself a home and a security system that
rivaled that of kings and heads of government. He should know since he’d
designed most of theirs.

And he’d brought Megan to it,
brought
her home.
He still remained undecided as to what he would do about his
acquisitions business. Much of that depended on Megan. His marked mate.

He’d bitten her the night before,
unable to stop himself, wanting; actually, make that needing to claim her. She
didn’t know it yet, but she belonged to him, forever, whether she liked it or
not. He dared hope the former.

As for her belief he still intended
to auction her, he kept the ruse up for the entertainment of seeing her get
mad. Although, he might have to drop it soon because he’d noticed sadness in
her eyes the last few times she’d attempted to rile him with it. He couldn’t
stand to see her upset. Her silent tears during their copulation tore at him
and roused a fear in him that she wanted to leave him.
Never!

He still needed to recover from the
anxiety he’d suffered at her capture and beating.
That will never happen
again.
He’d hate to be the idiot who ever harmed a hair on her head. If
they thought him vicious as a mercenary, then watch out, because as a mate he
could promise worse.

Megan stirred against him, and he
brushed the hair at her temple back so he could press a kiss there. She sighed
softly and wiggled her bottom against him. Blood rushed to his cock, which
expanded, but that would have to wait for later. He’d made other plans for the
morning.

He whipped the sheet back and she
squealed. "Hey, it’s chilly. Give it back."

"Get your lazy human buttocks
out of bed, female. We have work to do." She rolled onto her back and shot
him a dark look. He grinned in reply, loving how she never let him intimidate
her.

"What’s with this we? If you
have something to do, go ahead. Me, I’m crawling back under the blankets and
enjoying this bed some more. After all, someone made sure I didn’t get to use
it much for sleep last night." She scowled as she said it, but couldn’t
stop the humor from lighting her eyes, or the sensual stretch of her body.

Tren’s cock jerked in response.
Megan smiled as she dragged her hand down over her belly, then further to the
curls that crowned her cleft. Tren growled at her teasing maneuver. "Megan,"
he warned.

"What?" She widened her
eyes with mock innocence as she bent her legs and parted her thighs. She no
sooner exposed her pink flesh than she dipped her own finger into her sex.

Tren was only a male, and a weak
one when it came to her it seemed. He fell on her like a ravening beast and
gave his mate what she so obviously desired.

Then again, to make sure she could
last for the time it took to accomplish his planned task.

After cleansing themselves and
feasting on the fruit harvested by his staff from the trees in his personal
orchard, he finally managed to get her out into the courtyard where he’d had
his rack of weapons hauled out for practice.

She perused them and threw him a
questioning look.

"You asked that I teach you
self-defense. Welcome to your first lesson," he announced as he stripped
his shirt off and flexed his upper body.

Her expression brightened. "Really?
I thought you said I didn’t need it."

He shrugged. "You don’t,
because I intend to be all the protection you need, but it was not an
unreasonable request in the unlikely event I am not around."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll use
this knowledge to hurt you?" She smirked as she said this and Tren
laughed.

"You will have to work very
hard before you can hope to do that. So come on, my little barbarian. Do your
worst."

They spent several units grappling
because, as he explained, the first element of defense involved learning what a
body was capable of on its own.

She hit the ground often—thankfully
he’d padded it ahead of time to protect her more fragile constitution. Each
time she landed, she got up and scowled at him with annoyance, then cursed him
with expressions he’d never imagined. But she didn’t complain. She kept picking
herself up, and rushed him again.

When he called a halt, a sheen of
sweat covered her body and her breath came hard.

"Not bad, but I think next
time we’ll concentrate on a weapon. You’re just too tiny to do any real damage,"
he taunted.

Megan’s jaw dropped. "Tiny?
Are you kidding me? I’ve been called a lot of things in my time, but tiny is
not one of them. You have seen the size of my ass, right?"

Tren grinned. "I have seen
your buttocks and quite enjoy their round softness. Would you care for me to
show you how much?"

Megan laughed, and Tren didn’t
resist approaching her for a passionate kiss. He almost bent her over in the
courtyard, so quickly did she fire his passion, but he’d planned another
surprise and wouldn’t allow himself to become distracted—yet.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he
scooped her up into his arms. She laced her arms around his neck as he carried
her down the path to the beach.

"Please tell me we’re going
for a swim?" she asked eagerly.

"If it pleases you. I had the
staff bring down some food and a blanket so we might eat outdoors."

"Awesome. A picnic."

Her obvious pleasure made him
smile. He’d no sooner set her on the sandy beach than she stripped and ran for
the waves, laughing in delight. Tren stood watching her for a moment, his heart
swelling uncontrollably tight. A connection existed between them now,
invisible, yet stronger than any bond he’d ever imagined. He turned his back to
unpack the basket, but he could still sense her location, and even odder, catch
her emotions. Joy
as she caroused in the waves but, even more
awe-inspiring, he could feel her strong affection for him.

He’d never paid attention in the
past to the talks of mating among his kind. He’d never expected it to apply to
him although his parents had enjoyed such a bond. The experience far surpassed
the bits and pieces he did know.

When he had the blanket arranged to
his liking, he joined her in the water, stripping off his clothing first. He
sluiced through the waves until he caught her naked body and rubbed it against
his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled at him. Her eyes shone
and her lips curved in a smile while her pleasure at his presence wrapped around
his being in a warm embrace.

"What are you thinking?"
he asked although he already knew through their bond.

Her grin widened. "About how
I’d love to eat something."

"Our repast already awaits us."

She bit her bottom lip and shook
her head. "Not for that type of food." She arched one brow at him,
and he growled.

"You are insatiable."

"And your problem with that
is?"

Tren kissed her in response as he
carried her back to the beach, and the waiting blanket. He’d just made it to
the sand when an alarm went off in the pile of their clothing.

"What is that?" she asked
as she let herself slide down his body to stand.

Tren downplayed the alarm. "Probably
just a malfunctioning sensor. We’ll need to return to the house so I can look
into it."

He kept a sharp eye out as they
dressed, visually tracking the area all around them. The warning didn’t bode
well at all as it indicated a surface breach which meant someone or something
had already penetrated his planetary shield. But no matter, he’d take care of
whomever thought to disturb him on his home turf, and he’d do it painfully for
having interrupted his tryst with Megan. To be on the safe side, he also keyed
in a request for additional support from the barracks, where he’d exiled his
usual security guards, so  he might enjoy some private time with his mate.

Grabbing her hand, he tugged her
after him as he pulled out a gun with the other.

"Um, I thought you said it was
probably just a bad sensor thing?"

"It always pays to be
cautious," he replied as he increased their pace going up the path to the
house. She didn’t reply, but the bite of her fingers laced in his let him know
she understood the gravity of the situation despite his attempt at reducing it.

The very stillness around them
bothered him so he almost sighed in relief when he finally saw motion,
scuttling green forms that thought to ambush them. With the house in sight, the
path to it clear, Tren pushed Megan forward.

"Quick now. Run inside and
hide in the bedroom until I come for you."

She hesitated and he could see
indecision in her eyes. "But what about you? I can’t leave you alone."

She worried for him? Tren’s chest
swelled. "Fear not for me, I can handle this; however, I need you
somewhere safe so I am not distracted."

She went on tiptoe to brush his
lips before turning to run with a muttered, "You’d better be careful or
I’ll hurt you myself."

He grinned at her departing figure,
not taking his eyes from her until she’d made it into the house safely. Then
his lips curled into a vicious snarl.

Time
to take care of the scum who threatened his female.

* * *

Megan dashed into the house, but
she had no intention of hiding and leaving Tren alone to fight. She just wanted
to arm herself before she returned to help him. She ran into the main living
area, but saw nothing of use. What she really needed was something from those
racks of weapons she’d seen this morning during her fighting lesson.

She strode into the kitchen,
meaning to ask the staff where they’d stashed them, but skidded to a halt. She
found the small creatures—who acted as servants and looked like Hollywood’s
version of green Martians—tied up and gagged.

Which meant some of the bad guys
had made it into the house.
Shit.
Megan whirled to run back to the front
door and Tren, but hit a brick wall. She tried to back pedal, but hands gripped
her with the strength of iron. She peered up in fright and encountered the
familiar leer of Tren’s brother.

"Let me go," she yelled.

"No."

She kicked out, hoping to connect,
but wise to her previous style of attack, he kept his lower body arched away.
She struggled against him, but he reeled her in and slung her over his
shoulder. She pounded at his back shrieking.

"Bully. Tren is going to make
you regret this."

"Not before I make him regret
what he did to me," Jaro replied with an inappropriate grope.

Megan’s blood ran cold as his
intent came clear. "Like bloody hell." With no weapon at hand, she
remembered what Tren had taught her and used the only weapon she had. She bit
Jaro.

He cursed, but didn’t put her down.
"Feisty barbarian. Good thing I came prepared."

A jab in her thigh made her huff in
annoyance. "Aw, fuck. Not again. What is it with you aliens and drugging
women. Jerrrk." She slurred the last word as the world went fuzzy and she
blacked out.