Alien Warrior's Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance
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Authors: Kat Emm
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Alien Warrior’s Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance
By Kat Emm
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Alien Warrior’s Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance
By Kat Emm
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“W
e are getting word from the Osoft High Council that a Duchess Mako could be held captive.”
Zyn adjusted his ear receptor to better hear Nik’s bored sounding voice as he nodded to his second in command Axi across the corridor. At over six feet, she was tall enough to see to the far end, but they both had to crouch in the space vessel made for the Izard race. Their communications tech Nik had proclaimed on many occasions that the Izards were the lowest race of any. Zyn didn’t have feelings about that one way or the other. He only knew the Izards were difficult to kill.
Axi made the clear signal to move; she went left, he went right just as Nik’s more excited voice sounded.
“There’s a
huge
reward posted for the Duchess’ safe return, babies.”
Axi glanced back at him as she reached her end of the corridor. A smile lifted her beautiful lips. Zyn had observed in the past that she appreciated money.
“Innocent’s first,” he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion as the order was heard through all the ear receptors on his team.
“Are you saying a Duchess isn’t innocent?” Axi’s voice purred into his ear.
The calculating slant of her silver eyes disappeared around the next corridor. Zyn tilted his head to the side as he checked around the bend on his end of the passageway. Their mission was to free innocents held captive by the Izard human traffickers.
He was strictly mission-oriented, however, he knew Axi was going after the money.
He hadn’t wasted time ordering her to do the operation at hand. Instead, he’d just begun to compensate as he accelerated his pace, until he was a blur to most races visionary capacity. The Izards tough hide was nearly impossible to penetrate with any weapon that wouldn’t destroy the outer shell of their vessel, and in the process fling them all out into space as splattered molecules.
The effort he’d used to eradicate ten of them left him breathing heavily, which was an unusual occurrence, as he stopped in front of a closed hatch. He tossed aside the Izard body he’d just beheaded and it thumped into the wall and made a screeching dent, while he’d looked over the hatch lever for any lock.
“Recon?” he asked into his receptor.
“Chief, you have one anomaly and twosie Izards behind that hatch,” Nik’s voice buzzed in his ear.
With that configuration, Zyn assumed he’d found the Duchess first. The innocents would be clumped together, easier to control. Anomaly had meant one of two things, the species was too close to another species to determine or it hadn’t been categorized. The latter had a two percent possibility.
He shoved his tac-pistol into his shoulder holster. The chamber would be too small to use the pistol, so he pulled out two long curved knives from sheaths which crossed over his back. He held the handles turned toward his elbows with the blades curved back along his forearms.
“Going in,” he uttered.
The battle had lasted two seconds longer than it should have, because one Izard wore a helmet with a throat-plate attached, which shielded the area of Zyn’s normal kill shot. Zyn had to walk the wall nearly to the ceiling before he’d flipped over the bronze-scaled, green Izard.
In mid-flip, he’d used his left sword, taking a difficult stab to the back of the shrieking Izard’s spine, near its head.
For a split-second when he’d been upside down with his feet skimming the ceiling, he’d looked down into the eyes of the captive. Her neck was stretched back by a three-inch collar which surrounded her throat and forced her gaze to the ceiling. Blue eyes filled with pain branded him, and he’d nearly stumbled on his follow-through.
Surprise was an alien concept to him, but at that second he’d been surprised. Osoft didn’t have colored eyes. Their race had black eyes of a polished, iridescent kind.
He’d thrust his blade into the Izard’s spine as his gaze swept more of the female. She had a smaller build than Osoft’s, and the Izards had her manacled into a steel chair used for torture. It was obvious they’d been using pain-shock sticks on her, and Zyn twisted his knife, which had increased the pain-filled, death howl of the Izard.
Zyn hadn’t had to do that last turn into more pain, but the logic of right and wrong he lived by demanded it. Then, he’d kicked the dying Izard to the wall with a resounding thud.
The woman screamed and jerked her wrists against the manacles. “I know nothing of Boneeater!” she cried.
Zyn stilled at the name she’d sobbed, turning to look down on her. The Izard torturers had torn away the top of her clothing, and his gaze had filled with her naked breasts, which looked stark, white, and soft beneath pink nipples with the tips lanced outward.
One jutting nipple had a clamp attached to it and a growl jerked from his throat. He hissed it back. Why should he care if that delicate tip was so abused, she was nothing to him, just a mission—an unexpected complication.
He regained control and sheathed his knives, then he reached to open the clamp, as she whimpered.
He unhooked the hurtful device from the tip of her nipple, and tossed the clamp aside, while his gaze lowered to her bare feet. She had such slender toes. Her ankles were clamped with bands to the sides of the torture chair, and her small toes were curled inward, as her body shuddered.
He realized then, with a streak of curiosity, that the female was Tellurian. It was so rare he keyed his receptor.
“Negative on the Duchess,” his voice rasped lowly. “It appears they were interrogating a Tellurian female.”
Zyn had purposely left out the intel about Boneeater. It was hard for him to understand, but he had known what fear the menace of Boneeater instilled. Whether it was logical or not; and he’d considered it highly illogical.
“Come again?” Nik’s voice had sounded unbelieving.
Zyn knew that earth females were so rare, most likely none of his team had ever seen one before.
“Tellurian,” Zyn affirmed, letting Nik deal with the information as he would.
Zyn went back to the mission. He was there to free innocents and the female was certainly that, so he used the phrases he’d been taught that were meant to calm civilians. They’d worked before.
“I’m here to rescue you, not harm you. You are safe now.”
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A
nna shuddered at the monotone recital of words meant to be reassuring. If there’d been any feeling behind the words, she could have believed them. As it was, the tall male, from a species she didn’t know, intimidated her already ragged feelings as much as her captors had.
But the pain arcing through her body kept her from thinking coherently. She felt as if she were floating on an ocean, except for the stabs of pain.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Anna thought it was an odd time for such a tame conversation, when she wanted to scream. But the way his deep voice asked—while devoid of emotion—had the strange effect of calming her.
“Knave of Shoes,” she rasped, and the collar cinching her throat restricted her voice.
She was never to use her real name and just saying the proper response brought tears to her eyes. Lords she’d thought she’d have no more tears to cry.
“Interesting,” uttered her tall, masculine rescuer. Anna had felt him touch her hand, and then her forearm, making her flinch and whine. “My name is Zyn, Miss Knave of Shoes. And I must touch you, to see how to release you.”
For reasons unknown, she’d suddenly become aware of her bareness. Maybe it was her hysteria calming with Zyn’s even tones and manners. But the fact that her breasts were bare flashed embarrassment straight through her. It made her wish desperately for the ability to cover herself, while tears slid down the sides of her face, and she prayed she would pass out.
***
“F
rick,” Axi cussed, as she sauntered into the room with her silver gaze looking down on Zyn. He was a half-breed of her race and therefore shorter and thicker than her slender beauty. “I can’t find the Duchy, and Nik says you have a Tellurian, Zyn baby.”
Zyn narrowed his gaze dangerously at Axi. He disliked it when she called him that. It implied intimacy.
“Be careful, baby, you’ll show your emotions,” she purred at him, as she looked down at the petite human.
Zyn ignored her, instead trying to create a way to remove the manacles from delicate wrists already bruised and bleeding. He was going to have to cut them off without the key, and that meant further harm to the female.
“My mistress is here,” the captive gasped. “I’m just the decoy.”
Zyn straightened and his gaze linked to Axi’s. That meant the captive female had been tortured and abused to keep the Duchess safe. Likely, she’d been thrown to the Izards without a backward glance. The elite were like that.
“What are you, precious?” Axi asked, as she stroked a finger over the female’s cheek. “A servant?”
“Indentured,” the small captive whispered.
Axi turned away and her tall, sleek body moved with supple grace beneath the body-hugging fight-suit they all preferred to operate in.
“Ah, sweetheart,” Axi said over her shoulder and directed to the captive. “Zyn will right the crimes against you. He’s like that.”
Axi cocked her head toward the open hatch and indicated her intention to leave.
Zyn knew she was going after the Duchess’ hiding place. What made him pause, though, had been her reference about him implementing justice. That implied he’d showed emotion.
He ignored Axi’s exit, and looked down on the small human with her slender neck stretched back and her bare breasts thrust forward by her position imprisoned in the chair. This Tellurian was helpless. Wasn’t that why he worked for the rebels now, using his skills to help free innocents?
It had been better than killing without cause, which took him to dark places he had trouble surviving in. Perhaps, he was learning to feel emotion, but he wasn’t certain that was wise.
Then he lifted his hand to remove his glove and he reached for the female’s delicate neck. Her flesh was soft as she jerked beneath his touch and in the next second, by the use of a pressure point, she was unconscious.
His fingers lingered on the pressure points he’d used that had forced her to pass out. Not many species skin felt as smooth, and he traced his fingertips down over the column of her arched throat past the collar circling the slender length.
If he were an uncontrolled bloodsucker, and not highly trained to ignore his baser nature, her fragile neck and the blood that pumped hot in her veins would tempt him.
His fingers stroked to the top curves of her breasts. He knew his ancestors sucked blood from breasts like these and from between soft thighs like hers. The skirt she wore nearly showed the cove between.
“Found her!”
Zyn’s fingers had stilled hearing Axi’s triumphant voice in his ear.
Then with quiet resolve, he ordered, “Do not inform the Duchess that the Tellurian still lives.”
He’d made a surprising choice.
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A
nna awoke struggling and unsure of where she was or how she felt as if she were floating in a hard cradle.
“You must be still. I’ve barely managed to cover your wounds.”
Anna gasped at the voice so close to her ear, and then her temple bumped against a solid chin. She knew that aloof-sounding voice and she began to realize she was being carried by the one called Zyn.
“Are you taking me to my mistress?” Fear clung to her voice.
She dreaded seeing the Duchess again. She’d been her indentured servant for several years and she knew how cruel, uncaring, and unreasonable the elite woman was. Even though the Duchess was the one that threw her over to the Izards as a decoy, the elite woman was so irrational, she would easily blame Anna for being tortured and therefore unable to perform her servants’ duties.
