Dual Abduction (6 page)

He gave them food?
And judging by the happy expressions, decent stuff too unlike the unpalatable slop the green dudes fed them.

Her stomach grumbled. “Hey, can I get some of what they’re eating?” she asked, pointing to the screen.

A warm presence at her back, let her know her purple captor left his previous spot, on silent feet.

“What will you give me in return?” he asked, grasping her with a light touch and spinning her to face him.

She tilted her head back, way back to see his expression. Once again, his eyes bore that funky glow, and his dark lips split into a grin revealing his pointed teeth.

“I have nothing,” she murmured, unable to look away from his mesmerizing gaze.

“Oh, I think you do,” he replied as he dipped his head. The hands on her arms slipped to her waist and hoisted her the remaining distance to reach his lips. He kissed her, and she let him, lying to herself that she did it for the promised food. Curious to see how it would feel. Letting the simmering arousal in her body blossom into a full blown inferno.

Expecting savagery, perhaps even pain from his teeth, instead he kissed her with a sensuality that stole her breath. He slid his lips across hers, feathery caresses, before sucking her bottom lip, the tip of his tongue teasing her mouth.

“My turn.”

She heard the gruff words, but stunned by the kiss, didn’t react until she found herself yanked from the alien’s arms into another set. Hard lips mashed down upon hers, taking up where her first captor left off, and she momentarily pushed at his chest, surprise making her react. Then his kiss softened, as did his grip, and despite herself, she enjoyed it, a languorous heat seeping through her veins, awakening her body.

The second embrace ended just as abruptly as the first with her being held between the purple hunks, a precarious position that reminded her way too much of a wishbone at Thanksgiving.

“She’s mine!” exclaimed the white haired one. “I kissed her first.”

“And? I was taking care of the halflings she insisted we keep. So it doesn’t count. Besides, I saw her first so I get to claim her.”

Back and forth they argued, the only saving grace, was they released her so they could stand toe to toe, a pair of bristling warriors on the edge of violence. She inched away, her head bobbing as if at a tennis match as they lobbed first words, then fists back and forth. Admittedly, she found it kind of hot.
I mean, who doesn’t dream of guys fighting over you. Of course, mine are purple, but still… I might be one sick puppy, but damn, that’s sexy.

She might have let them go at it forever, but a concussion rocked the ship, tilting the floor under her, sending her stumbling.

“Frukx!” the white haired one yelled as he hurried to a seat and began punching at a flashing panel.

The dark haired one busied himself at a wall, his hands moving in a blur. Ignored for the moment, she got to her feet and attempted to slip away, only to find herself pinned by matching blue gazes.

“Where do you think you are going?”

She went on the offensive. “I still haven’t been fed and my girls need to be checked on.”

“Your vicious progeny are fine. I did not realize your kind produced such large litters at a time. I wonder if Tren and Jaro know.”

“Who? Never mind. What do you mean litter? You think the girls are my children?”

“Do you not lay claim to them?”

“Yes. But not because I birthed them. I’m their teacher. Not their mother. But even though we’re not related by blood, and the teachers college never taught us what to do in case of alien abduction, until you either return them home or we get them someplace where they will be safe, then I’m responsible for them. Get it? So harm them and you’ll answer to me.” She shook a fist for emphasis, which worked really well with the short green dudes but just made the big purple ones laugh.

“She is feisty.”

“And funny. What is your name?” queried the white haired one. “I am called Brax. And this is my brother in arms, Xarn.”

“Louisa Mary Revenge Bethany Fontanna.”

“That is a long name. We shall call you Louisa. That has a pleasing sound to it.”

“Whatever. Now that introductions are over, mind telling me what the plan is?”

The one called Xarn, tilted his head. “I take it you would find yourself offended were we to suggest selling the demonic halflings at auction?”

“Let me put it this way, how attached are you to your balls?” She made a snipping motion and smiled sweetly.

Xarn’s lips split into a wide smile. “We have no testicles on the exterior of our bodies. So does that mean yes?”

She growled. “What do you mean you don’t have them?”

“As an evolutionized warrior race, our reproductive sacs are tucked safely inside of us. I would be happy to show you if you insist.”

“I don’t need a visual example. What else about you is different?” she asked, suddenly imagining penises with forked tongues or even scarier, teeth.

“Computer, list exterior physical differences between Aressotle males and human ones,” Brax ordered.

She paid avid attention as the computer began listing the differences: skin tone, teeth, general size, lack of visible testicles, extra ribs and muscles, no nipples. The last one threw her for a loop. “You guys don’t have man boobs?”

“Mammary glands are for females,” Xarn stated. “Although, our pectoral area is very sensitive. Would you like to touch?”

Yes.
“No. And keep your clothes on too,” she added when his hands went to the opening of his shirt.

“Ignore my overeager brother in arms. He lacks finesse.”

“There is nothing wrong with my finesse, I assure you,” Xarn replied with a lascivious wink.

Brax rolled his eyes. “So you keep saying. Before you waste your charm, why don’t we ask her?”

“Ask me what?” she asked suspiciously.

“Have you decided?”

“Decided what?” she asked, flummoxed at his question.

“Which one of us do you prefer?”

Okay, that was blunt. They wanted her to choose one of them. Only one problem. Even if, hypothetically, she allowed herself to get involved, it would be with one and only one, but the problem of how to choose? Both turned her on. And she assumed they wanted her to select one of them for sex, which again, if she had to sacrifice her body and suffer pleasure to escape, then she’d martyr herself for the cause. But, was it sex they had in mind? These were aliens after all, what if they meant something completely different.

Stalling for time, she demanded clarification. “Hold on a second. Exactly what am I choosing one of your for?”

“Company,” stated Brax.

“Pleasure,” Xarn said smoothly, arching one of his brows.

“So you want me as a girlfriend?”

“That depends. Do friends on your planet get naked and fornicate?” Xarn asked with a waggle of his brows.

“I for one, would like you to mate with me,” Brax added shooting a dark look at his, what had he called him, brother in arms? Did that make them related or was it some kind of alien military type thing?

Didn’t matter, they both wanted an answer. “So this choosing thing is your really messed up way of saying you’re both vying for my heart.”

A wrinkle marred Brax’s brow. “We have no need of the internal organ that controls the movement of your blood.”

“Although, if we did, I do have knowledge of a delicious alcohol based sauce. Served with some sautéed qi-qi leaves, it would make a nice meal.”

She blanched. “Good to know.”

“Now she thinks you mean to eat her,” Brax exclaimed, cuffing his companion upside the head.

Eying her up and down, Xarn licked his lips. “Yes, yes I do. I might forgo real substance for days if given a chance to nibble —”

“Stay back, you-you cannibals.” She brandished a fist in front of her, not exactly the most threatening of weapons, but all she had. “No one’s eating any of my body parts.”

“You misunderstand,” Brax replied holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

“No, she doesn’t. If she chooses me, I intend to get between her thighs and feast on her nectar until she goes hoarse from screaming her pleasure.”

His words hit her right between the legs causing her sex to quiver. “Wait a second, you’re talking about
eating me
, and not eating me?” She could tell by their confused looks she’d lost them. “You don’t intend to kill me? You want to have sex?”

They both nodded.

Oh God, the arousal in her body went up several notches, her breasts heavy and aching for them to act on their words.
But that would be wrong.
“Even though we’ve just met, and we’re obviously not from the same species, you just expect me to just choose one of you to, um, have sex with? And what if I don’t want to? ” A stranger conversation surely never happened.

“Why would you not? We are considered attractive by females and quite experienced in the art of fornication.”

“I’m better at it.”

Brax growled. “You are not. My copulation partners are always well pleased and tell me so.”

“Mine are speechless,” his friend replied smugly.

“I am older, hence, automatically more experienced.”

“By only three galactic cycles.”

She watched their byplay as they argued over who was the best lover with a slightly incredulous air. It seemed they’d forgotten one teensy tiny thing in their quest to display themselves as the most likely to please her.

“Um, fellas, while I am flattered, I am not choosing either of you.”

“Why?” The question came with an echo and she swallowed as they both left off their arguing to focus on her.

“Because for one thing, I don’t know either of you. And secondly, I’m not interested in having an alien boyfriend. I still plan to find my way home.”

“Not happening. The laws are clear.”

“And we have no wish to be this boy friend thing. It sounds emasculating.”

Talking with them was making her head spin. “What if I offered to willingly have sex with one of you, would you take me home then?”

The friends looked at each other and then glanced back at her. Both shook their heads. “Sorry. Your home planet is lost to you. But, choose one of us and we will offer you a new life.”

She pursed her lips.

“A better one?” Xarn added in a querying tone.

She snorted. “This conversation is over.” She whirled on her heel, and then stared at the closed door in consternation.

“Press the panel to your left.”

Lips tight, cheeks bright—and her sex unnaturally moist—she exited the room, surprised they’d let her escape so easily, but then again, they knew she couldn’t go far. More annoying, while she left their libido disturbing presence, she couldn’t chase them from her mind.

What on earth, I mean space, am I going to do?

How about both?
snickered her dirty little mind.

Chapter Six

“I think she is playing hard to get,” Xarn announced watching Louisa depart, the swish of her gown drawing eyes to the fact the fabric molded to a rounded bottom that would look better bent over and bare of clothing.

“Or she truly means what she says and has no desire to get naked with either of us,” replied his brother of the sword.

Xarn snorted. “That’s just silly. What female doesn’t want to pleasure us? Do you think we insulted her by not offering to pay for her services?”

Brax pursed his lips. “I’ve studied enough human culture since we met Jaro’s mate Aylia to think that offering her restitution for the use of her body might be an insult. Although,” Brax threw him a wide grin. “Feel free to try it. I’m sure if you fail, I will become the obvious choice.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” As if he’d do anything to jeopardize the female choosing him.

“Just looking for ways to make her decision easier. She seems adamant about not choosing though.”

“Perhaps it is because she is torn between my dashing good looks and your, um, intelligence.” Xarn smiled through his friend’s glare.

“Ha. Ha. You should have chosen a career as a comedian. But seriously, you might be onto something. What if the problem is she’s attracted to both of us and can’t make up her mind? We are, after all, both excellent specimens.”

“We should compete for her favor then, let her get to know us through a series of physical and social events.”

“Or we could share,” Brax said slowly, his expression pained at even saying it aloud.

They looked at each other and laughed. With females plentiful, that was one thing, they’d never done before, even if it was a common practice on their home world. For some reason, the females of their race tended to birth mostly males. The good thing though, was that their kind could impregnate several species aside from their own so there was never any risk of their race becoming extinct and never a lack of females to choose from, which made why some of their kind shared a head scratching prospect. Xarn’s own mother chose to cohabit with two warriors, which meant double the fatherly advice growing up, and twice the expectation to succeed.

“So what do you think she wants if not credits?” Xarn asked, not ready to give up. How could he when a brief taste of her lips left him hungry for more. Feisty, temperamental and with a plush frame to welcome even the hardiest of warriors, she embodied feminine perfection, enough that he contemplated for the first time ever, something more permanent than usual.
Perhaps, it is time I settled down with a female of my own, like the cousins. They seem content, most of the time.
He was also of an age where he should think of siring his own line of little warriors. But first, he needed to win her over.

“No idea,” his brother in arms replied, but Xarn could see the calculation in their depths. His friend had a plan. But so did he. Kind of. Very well, he didn’t, but he always thought and acted best when flying by the seat of his trousers. How could getting one barbarian human to like him be any different?

Several galactic rotations later, surrounded by the nattering warrior children that formed an effective barrier to his future chosen mate, he revised his nonexistent plan—and made sure he added ear plugs to it.