Dual Abduction (5 page)

“Unfortunately, we cannot return you to your home world,” Brax answered with a dramatic sigh. “Galactic clause five thousand six hundred and thirty one, subsection four hundred and seventy three. And I quote, in simple terms, once a barbarian is taken from their planet, they cannot be returned under penalty of death for all parties.”

“Well how’s this for a clause? If you don’t, I’ll kill you myself,” she snapped. She planted hands on her hips and tossed him a fiery glare. By all the galaxies, she knew how to tempt him.

“Xarn? What do you think of her offer?” he asked, having used the time of their discussion to assess the bonds that held him.

With a rip that made the female’s eyes widen, Xarn jumped to his feet, followed by Brax who only managed to get one arm free due to the chain on his other. But it didn’t stop him, from ducking her first swing, then grabbing her wrist and squeezing until she dropped the weapon. Xarn on the other hand suffered many blows from the suddenly screaming halflings who converged wielding two metal rods and small fists. It took Xarn holding one of the little demons up and shaking her for them all to stop.

“Back off, or she gets it,” Xarn threatened, tucking the small human with the freckles against his chest.

The rest of the band receded but the female in Brax’s arms, who’d stopped struggling to watch the unfolding events, gasped, “Don’t you dare. She’s just a child.”

“Yeah, mister. I’m just a little innocent girl.” Brax didn’t have time to shout a warning before the little hellion sank her teeth into Xarn’s arm and the children, more like miniature savages, jumped his friend again.

The curvy form in his arms too resumed her thrashing, but Brax, who managed to finally free himself of the chain, quite enjoyed it, and pulled her against him tightly.

He let his lips hover over her ear so he could murmur, “You know, in some cultures, this kind of violence is considered foreplay.” He rubbed his groin against her buttocks just to make his point clear. “Either call off your army, or I’ll skip to the main event. Did I mention it involves biting?”

She instantly stilled, but while he imagined fear played a part in that, to his surprise, a musky scent reached his nose, one that made his cock even harder.
Is that arousal I scent?
An aroma he should well know given he’d caused it often enough, and even though she wasn’t a species he’d ever copulated with, his time spent around Jaro and his human mate, Aylia, the pair of them constantly fornicating, made him familiar with the scent.

Forget Xarn, he could handle himself. Brax had something more important to take care of.
I wouldn’t want to disappoint the barbarian.
He nuzzled her neck, the slight graze of his teeth against her column making her shiver in his grasp, while her breathing quickened. “What will it be? Please say copulation. Xarn will eventually prevail whether I come to his aid or not.”

“You wish,” she said. Her voice emerged throaty and low, and frukx if he didn’t love the sound of that. “Girls. Girls! Back off!” When only a few of them listened, a piercing whistle left her lips. Brax almost dropped her in surprise.

It caught the attention of the hellions still hanging off Xarn. With reproachful looks, they let him go.

In the spirit of goodwill, Brax ordered, “Let the halfling loose.”

“She bit me.” His friend scowled down at her tousled head.

The female in his arms spat, “Pussy.” The word, while not clear in meaning, was clear in implication. Xarn growled as he let the small female go to join the others.

Glaring at them with beetled brows, Xarn muttered, “I say we take the big one and leave these little demons behind.”

“Big one. Excuse me? I’m going to pretend you didn’t just call me fat. Oh, and by the way, nobody’s being left behind.”

“No one said you had a say in the matter, female.” Xarn puffed up his chest and put on his most menacing face.

The female in his arms snorted. “My name is Louisa. And, I don’t give a fuck who you think you are. You are not leaving my girls behind, unless you intend to leave me with them.”

“You think you can pilot this vessel back to your planet yourself?” Brax tried not to sound condescending, but she must have deciphered his tone because the body in his grasp stiffened.

“You think I can’t?”

“Um, Brax,” Xarn approached a wall that sported a flashing red light. “I think we’d better leave this vessel soon. Someone enabled the auto destruct mechanism.”

A chorus of, “Wasn’t me” sounded, and for once it wasn’t uttered by Brax or his brother of the blade.

“Frukx! How much time?”

“Not much.”

Brax hoisted the female up until she dangled over his shoulder. Her shift rode up on her thighs and he got distracted by the scent of her, so close to his face, and so obviously bare. A shove from behind brought his attention back.

“What are you waiting for purple man group? Get us out of here,” demanded the bossy freckled one as she elbowed her way past.

Sighing aloud, Brax led the way despite his better judgment. What he and Xarn would do with a gaggle of ill-bred female children he didn’t know. But, as he nuzzled the thigh resting by his chin, while ignoring the snarled threats and pounding fists on his back, he consoled himself with the fact, that at least one good thing would come out of it.

Fornication. And lots of it.

*

Dangling over the purple warrior’s shoulder, Louisa didn’t know what to think. First off, she was annoyed that the items she and her class used to tie the giant dudes didn’t work. But then again, she’d not expected them to be that strong. They snapped the fabric bonds with an ease that made her tummy tighten, and not in fear.

When the one with the short white hair scooped her against him, she tried to fight, while all too aware of him as a male.
Just how desperate am I that in a life and death situation I get all horny for an alien guy who makes no bones about the fact he’d ravish me in a second.
Worse, she kind of hoped he would anyway. He rubbed a pretty impressive package against her backside when he tossed her that threat.

If all else fails, maybe I can sacrifice my body to save the girls.
She should be so lucky. Then again, perhaps she should rein her raging libido in. The aliens who’d taken over their capture definitely weren’t pushovers like the previous green dudes. Add to that pointed teeth meant for carnivores and she should perhaps watch her step — and her mouth.

But, the other big guy even though he got attacked, never actually hurt any of my girls.
Threatened, yes. Shook them and peeled them off to drop them with a grimace, yes. But, her girls only squeaked in bloodthirsty excitement, not pain. How bad could these alien guys be if they tempered their obvious strength against children?

And why am I trying to talk myself into thinking they’re good guys.
They were aliens, who made it plain they didn’t intend to return any of them to earth. So where did that leave her and her class?

Lost in space. Hey, wasn’t that the name of a show? She bit her lip as a giggle threatened, thoughts of the comedic sitcom from the sixties running through her head.

Of course, all thoughts of ‘maybe they weren’t so bad after all’ fled her mind when the one who’d captured her slung her over his shoulder and stuck his face awfully close to parts she considered private—and totally turned her on. Hitting him in the kidney area and calling him a few choice names did nothing but earn her a smack on her bottom. She screeched, but he followed his slap with a rubbing hand on her posterior and a whispered, “Some females enjoy having their buttocks spanked. If you continue to struggle, I will assume you are one of them and will endeavor to warm your posterior with my hand to please you.”

As threats went, it was pretty good. On the one hand, she stopped dead, not wanting to have him follow through, but it was less about the pain of it and more the fact her body tingled something awful both from his touch and proximity. She blamed her arousal on the adrenaline of the situation. What was it people called it when they’d come close to death and violence and survived? Who cared, she just knew it made her horny. But now, in the grasp of a purple alien, was not the time or place to take care of that need—despite his apparent interest in doing so.

While she let her mind whirl, they exchanged one spacecraft for another, the babble of her girls excited instead of fearful. Children could be so resilient. She tuned in to listen.

“Oh my god, we really are in space. Check out the view from this window.”

“I’m hungry. Do you think they have real food?”

“That dark haired one is dreamy. I wonder if he’s into jailbait?”

The last comment she stored to deal with later. The girls were definitely way too young for the alien duo. They needed a woman closer to their age, a woman of experience.
Like me.

She frowned. Hold on a second, she wouldn’t be giving in to the Stockholme syndrome even if for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel like an oversized cow. Hell, the way the purple warrior heaved her over his shoulder, without the least bit effort, made her hot and had her feeling kind of sexy. Most men were daunted by the fact she could wrestle them into submission. Attempting to date bigger guys didn’t work, they all seemed to want the cute little porcelain dolls, her ex-husband being a prime example. He’d married her because she could cook and had a job. He strayed not long after the wedding, not that she found out about his string of girlfriends for a while. His excuse when he got caught? He couldn’t bring himself to screw her anymore because she was just too big and unwomanly. The fucking jerk. So having a male, even an alien one, showing her the kind of attention she’d dreamt of—even if she’d never admit that kind of girly weakness — was kind of nice. Not that it changed her mind about her newest abductors. They were aliens, and she’d try to escape them no matter how sexy they were. Although, she wasn’t above using her feminine wiles if necessary to regain hers and the girls’ freedom. Ah, the sacrifices a teacher made for her students.

The one who held her captive over his beefy shoulder left the cacophony of her orphans behind, his long stride, taking them up a hall.

“Hold on a second. Where are you taking me?”

“This way.”

“That’s not an answer. Take me back to my girls. They need me.”

“You are coming with me for the moment. Your demons will be fine. Xarn is currently herding them.”

“They’re not sheep,” she snapped.

“I do not understand your reference but my translator seems to think you are speaking of an animal. So in this case, the term herding is apt.”

He kind of had her there. “You still haven’t said where we’re going.”

“Here.”

Here
appeared like some kind of command center, or so she assumed by all the flashing lights. He shifted her from his shoulder and let her slide down his body—
oh my
—forcing her shift to ride up her legs. She immediately tugged at it, her cheeks flaming at his soft chuckle. He held her still in a loose hug, but she refused to look up at him, again an odd experience given she usually found herself eye level or taller than most men.

He skimmed his hands over her hips, leaving a tingling awareness behind as he stepped away. “If we only had time…” he said almost mournfully. “But, alas, I fear the pleasure must wait as I need to pilot us away from the pirate craft lest we get caught in the backwash from the explosion. You may sit, lie down or stand, I care not so long as you do not get in my way,” he commanded.

“And then?”

“Then, I shall see what you hide under that flimsy gown.”

“Like hell we you will.”

But he didn’t reply, other than to grin and slap her ass as he walked past her to seat himself in some kind of Captain Kirk style chair.

She felt a need to deny him again. “I’m not getting naked for you.”

“I love a challenge.”

“This isn’t a game!”

He swiveled in his chair and threw her a smoldering look that made her knees tremble. “Isn’t it?” He smiled at her, a slow naughty curve of his lips, and winked before turning away. “Make yourself comfortable while I steer us out of here. And just so you know, the door is locked.”

“Jerk.” She muttered it under her breath, but he must have heard because a low chuckle escaped him. She stuck her tongue out at his back and then proceeded to ignore him. Well, her eyes did. Her thoughts, though, seemed intent on giving her visual examples of things he might attempt. Gosh, the dirty things she could imagine.
I hope his kind doesn’t read minds.

Since escape seemed improbable for the moment, or at least until she understood the situation better, she graciously let him do his thing while she examined her surroundings—and tried to forget the titillating promise in his words and expression. Like something out of Star Trek, minus Spock and Aurora, there were panels with buttons, knobs, lights and a myriad other things she couldn’t make heads or tails of. Nor did she dare touch. Not after the boo-boo she made on the goblin vessel.
I think I might have started that whole self-destruct thing when I had my tantrum and pressed all the buttons I could find.
It turned out to be a good thing the purple guys woke when they did and took charge of the situation. She would just never admit it aloud.

While most of the visual displays scrolled glyphs she didn’t recognize, she did however spot her girls on a small screen. They appeared to be in some kind of room with a long sofa like seat that wrapped around the wall. The girls faced off against the other purple alien. She moved closer to watch the unfolding drama.

Clarabelle led the pack, Angelic at her side. She could see them talking as they gesticulated with their hands.

He said something in reply that got him a bunch of waved fists, and probably some curse words. Planting his hands on his hips, his lips moved as he spoke. The girls began nodding. The big guy moved to a wall and hit something. A moment later, he was shoved out of the way as her students jostled for whatever he revealed. She lost sight of him as he left the room, so she turned her attention to her charges and noticed them moving away from the wall, holding items in their hands that they brought to their mouths.