Alien Warrior's Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance (5 page)

“You can’t do this.” Anna panted in fear. Were those needles going into her head? “Please just believe me it is safer not to know about the shoes.” Lords, she shouldn’t have even said that! “Is Zyn okay?
Please
tell me.”

She looked desperately at Axi who stood by a control panel, and suddenly the skullcap moved, driving a whimper from Anna’s throat.

“He went offline twenty minutes ago,” Axi uttered.

A sob, and then hope, filled Anna at the same moment as the skullcap lowered toward the top of her head.
He wouldn’t be alive that long! He had to have gotten to the anti-venom.

“Come on, precious, tell Axi everything so I don’t have to put these needles in your head.”

Axi stalked toward her with a merciless slant of her full lips and she grabbed her chin.

“Please,” Anna pleaded. “I swear I’m not saying anything to protect you!”

Nik’s voice blared in the room. “Commander Zyn’s ship just appeared, and I’ve got a retrieval surge on it!”

The deadly skullcap touched the top of Anna’s head and made her yelp and twist her chin in Axi’s painful grip. Axi’s eyes grew to slits. “
If
he’s alive, I might release you.”

Axi dropped Anna’s chin, and turn toward the door.

“Wait!” Anna cried. “Can I see him too,
please?
You still have me.”

Anna held her breath. It was true, she needed to see if Zyn was okay, but she also needed to be certain he gave the shoes back to the Duchess.

Axi slid her pewter irises over her with a calculated gesture. “Maybe ... if we don’t mention this to Zyn.”

Anna nodded, which knocked her head against the menacing skullcap. “I completely understand you were overwrought about Zyn, and were trying to save him.”

“I was!” Axi exclaimed, and she lifted her hand in a clipped gesture as she turned back toward Anna.

Minutes later when they’d arrived at the docking bay, through a fairly crowded ship that had surprised Anna with how many people were onboard, Anna saw a buzz of activity around one faded graphite-colored fighter. The fighter was smoking, and she tried to see over the crowd of people to see if Zyn had come out of it yet.

“Is he there?” she asked the taller Axi. “Is that his ship?”

Axi grabbed a technician in an orange vest, who’d been rushing by them. “Has Commander Zyn disembarked yet?”

The technician shook his head. “No, Captain Illia, he refuses until the cargo he carries can be particle-transferred to the Osoft ship, but Commander Zyn’s PT transfer is fried.”

Anna felt such relief; it had made her limbs shaky, as Axi exclaimed, “See! Only Zyn can get out of the worst situations.”

Anna broke away from Axi, and she stumbled through the crowd toward the ship. She could barely believe Zyn had made it out of such a dire situation. The compulsion she felt was to
see
him. Somehow, he had gone from being a feared predator, into being a male she desired.

It wasn’t the blood either—she was certain that was out of her system. But she remembered every erotic moment of it.

Anna hovered around the edges of the milling crowd as everyone stared at the closed hatch. After a while, an awkward feeling came over her that she was standing there waiting for him, when they barely knew each other. She started to turn away, feeling as if she revealed too much being there, when Axi arrived beside her.

“Zyn says through my mic that he needs you inside,” Axi announced.

“M-Me,” Anna stuttered. Then she thought about the shoes. My lords, she hoped he’d sent them to the Osoft already, but then she remembered what the Tech had said.

“Yes,
you
precious, and remember us girls have our secrets.” Axi winked at her, and then pushed her forward. “Go on, little one.”

With a kind of hopeful dread, Anna walked toward the hatch. Maybe she’d elevated the memory of Zyn in her mind. He was a controlled man that was distant and robotic. Except, he’d called her name beautiful and he’d licked her wounds—

She wasn’t certain what to do at the hatch so she knocked, and the second after her knuckles rapped it slid open. It was dark inside the ship, but she could hear Zyn’s voice. It sounded strained and rasped.

“You may monitor my movements, Commodore. I have not left this disabled ship with the shoes.”

There was a pause as she walked down a short corridor toward Zyn’s voice. He was talking to the Osoft. It made her shiver to realize how close she was to being enslaved by them again.

“The shoes are in order, except the one box, which I explained to you. As soon as the PT is fixed, I will transport them to you.”

Lords, what a mess
, Anna thought as she’d come around the edge of the entryway into the ship’s control room. She saw Zyn immediately. He looked as if he’d been thrown, broken, into the captain’s chair that was swiveled to face the entrance she’d walked through.

She couldn’t contain her alarm and instant fear for him.

“Zyn,” she puffed, and she rushed to him.

He held his hand forward, palm up, with a stopping gesture. She skidded to a halt and her gaze traced over him. His black body suit was torn. It was ripped off one shoulder and part of one leg. There were black smears that covered him and he looked like the gray shades of pale, as if he was nearly a corpse.

She knew straight away he’d been very injured and her gaze hurried over him, trying to see which wound was the worst.

He spoke into a mic, which hovered near his mouth. “Commodore, the shoes are on this ship, logically if you attack this ship you will destroy them.”

Anna nearly smiled wistfully at how rational Zyn was even in the face of such danger. Since he wouldn’t allow her to come closer, she decided to look for those damn shoeboxes. She became alarmed moments later when she couldn’t see them anywhere, and then she decided Zyn must have them in another part of the ship.

Zyn’s hand fell forward with the mic in it, then the mic tipped free of his gloved fingers and it fell to the metal floor. His head swayed, and Anna ignored his earlier order not to come closer. She rushed to him, as she wondered if he’d been finished convincing the Osoft.

“Zyn,” she whispered, afraid the mic might still be on as she grasped his face and steadied the listing sway of his head. “Oh lords,” she hissed, as she looked into the dull glassy color of his eyes. “What is it? The wounds,” she exclaimed in a whispered hiss.

His head shook slowly and his dark dreadlocks skimmed over his shoulders. He didn’t say anymore with his lips tight and white. She held his head up as she tried to understand why it wasn’t his injuries, but he was obviously severely hurt.

“No shoes,” his lips mouthed with barely a breath so she caught the meaning. Then his head fell back out of her hands.

Anna made a moaning sound, afraid for him and afraid of what he meant.

She
hated
those horrible shoes, she thought moments later, while she tried to replace the mic and turn it off. Her hands trembled, because she knew Commodore Soto, who was the Duchess’ consort, would never let them leave without those shoes. Even if they had pleaded they didn’t have them.

Soto was obsessed with those shoes, so much so, she’d known long ago that the shoes were more than just the Duchess’ extravagant accessories.

“We are all going to die,” she whispered, as she approached Zyn again.

Why had Zyn wanted her there, when he’d known he hadn’t brought back what the Osoft had demanded? She wanted to cradle him and give him help, just as he’d given her—

“Oh lords,” she gasped. That was it. She could at least give Zyn her blood to revive him. He was their only hope. Anna grasped Zyn’s head and she lifted it, while she leaned across his strong body to do so. “You
have
to take my blood,” she hissed, not sure how to go about it. “Zyn, please.” 

He moaned, and she crawled further up his body as she tried to lift his head forward to press her neck to his mouth. The next second she felt his hands curl over her behind. His lips moved against her throat.

“You smell of freedom.” His voice was low and rasped, barely there.

His words had clenched inside her. “
Use
your fangs, Zyn. Take my blood.”

“Anna,” he groaned, as he settled his thumbs into the front of her hips. Then he had surprised her by pushing her away. “I can’t be trusted to stop.”

He lifted her hips, but she’d kept the upper part of her body pressed to him, holding his head tight and his lips to her neck. What if he didn’t stop and he sucked her dry? But she couldn’t let herself think that.
He would stop
. She
knew
he would.

“You’ll never get intercourse, if you don’t stop pushing me away,” she whispered.

A chuckle had sketched from him, surprising them both, she thought.

“You make me stronger, by just offering.”

His fingers kneaded her hips. He was being frustratingly obstinate and too noble. 

“We’re all going to die here,” she reminded him.

“There is that.” He brought her hips back down, which pushed an obvious erection against her core. A murmur of excitement curled from her throat, before she could stop it. “I’m not inclined to miss the intercourse,” he murmured against her throat.

They were at an impasse. He had to be dying for blood and she wondered at the strength of character it took, to deny himself even when it meant his own survival.

“We have to do something.” Her voice cracked with desperation.

“Give me your finger, Anna.”

He hadn’t released her hips, keeping their lower bodies joined, hers of soft wetness and his of hard steel. But she raised her upper torso far enough to see the red pulsations in his irises. His face was ashen, but there was strength etched beneath the morbid color. When she moved her arm to bring her finger forward, it had rocked her mound against his erection. Her eyes crimped at the spike of pleasure.

“All your temptations nearly break my willpower.” Zyn’s voice was rough and low.

“Nearly,” she assured him.

She’d never met anyone with as much self-control. His gloved hand curled around her hand and he lifted her first finger away from the others. The crimson spikes in his eyes expanded, until there was only a hint of black on the edges.

Her lips parted in anticipation, while her body seemed to throb to the beat of the red in his eyes. His mouth opened and his fangs lengthened right before her gaze. The sharpness and the purity of whiteness was a heady contrast.

“I
will
stop,” he growled, right before he drug one of his front needle fangs up the length of her finger, making her gasp at the sudden stamp of erotic pleasure.

That pleasure was never eclipsed by the sting on the tip of her finger. Blood welled, and his tongue followed behind his fang. His gaze had trapped hers as his lips lowered over her finger with a slow long slide. Her body ripened with more arousal as if the blood leaving her and entering him was a mating thrust.

***

Z
yn had little willpower left that wasn’t fiercely concentrated on controlling the bloodlust, which thundered through him, as the smell and taste of Anna’s blood erupted in his mouth. But he’d just succeeded in holding back a guttural growl of ravenous need that would have been threaded with moans of ecstasy.

He knew instantly why the Viper half of his lineage had nearly decimated all humans. The delicacy, flavor, and power that had come in Anna’s blood was ambrosia, but that was usurped by the lust that slammed through his weakened body. It made the hardened length of his erection pound against the damp impression of Anna’s soft slit pressed to him, which he could feel beneath the scant barrier of her panties.

He
had
to keep control. He groaned, but felt the immediate strength that Anna’s blood brought with it as sweat misted his forehead. He
would
keep control. His body turned to granite as he forced himself to relive every indignity his Keeper had ever wrought over him. He began to build his walls, slab by slab, as he grew stronger with each drop of Anna’s blood. The amount was tiny compared to a vein, but it had been supplementary enough to make him feel more replete than he’d ever felt.

Anna’s small curvy body undulated on top of his. She’d been caught in the lure of blood taking. She couldn’t know the effort he had used to close himself off. He’d been so near to extinction that his primal instincts had asserted themselves, and tried to claw their way free of his control. But as the power surged through him, renewing his body, he felt unsettled at the rush of emotions which attacked him.

“I can’t,” he hissed, and he pushed Anna back. Away from his hard shaft and away from his sucking mouth. Her delicate features looked instantly hurt. As foreign as it was for him, he had to explain. “I’m not certain I can control myself,” he said with a raw edge.

“From taking more of my blood?” she asked softly.

He nodded, and even that was a sharp and controlled movement.

“Stop from throwing you down on the floor, pulling your legs open, and mounting your sex as my fangs sink deep into your throat,” he rasped hard. He needed her to see what harsh control he was under.

Her blue eyes widened and the softness of her body stiffened against him.

“We will discuss this later,” she said, and she hadn’t sounded as horrified as he’d expected.

She patted his chest, and then pushed off him. The movement of her body to disengage was heart stopping, and he closed his eyes with a grimace. He kept his fists clenched at his sides, and he wondered how he could hold on as her breasts pillowed and slid down his chest, while her soft cleft drug along the length of his—

“How did you know?” he blurted. “How to get the scorpion snake off.” Diversion might save him from grabbing her back.

“They forced one to attack me. I-It attached. They said it was so I would know how to subdue it.”

Her voice broke, and the answer had the desired effect to turn Zyn’s mind.

He would
kill
them for harming her.

She stood, and he followed to sit upright. His wounds had started to mesh and mold new flesh. Her blood was very powerful for it to happen that quickly. He knew his face looked fierce with the knowledge of what had been done to her. He knew there were more evils pressed on her, and he was going to enjoy deceiving the Osoft.