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            He studied her a
moment longer, until she thought she’d crack from the suspense.  Gleaming eyes
met hers once more, alien, angry.  “Why did you come here?  Were you curious
about my people’s legendary skills as lovers?”  His voice rolled over her, as
seductive as a purr.

            She swallowed
hard, passion leaving dust in the wake of mortification.  “No, I did not.” 
Speaking was an effort.  Her lips felt swollen, heavy.  She could still taste
him on her tongue and wondered if he could her.  She squared her shoulders,
determined that he would not see her frailty.

            “Your actions
belie you.”  He looked pointedly down at himself, drawing her attention to the
erection that steepled his loincloth.  Warmth flooded her cheeks at her
audacity.  She turned her back to him, ashamed and not wanting him to see her
embarrassment, all thought of defiance fleeing her.  She was a woman full
grown, not a child, and yet this man, this beast, brought out a side in her
she’d never seen before.

            “I came to free
you, though I know not now if I should risk it...  What do your people call
you?”

            “I am known as
Blasien, and it matters not to me, my lady, if you free me.  I do not need your
help.”

            She shuddered,
thinking of what he would endure in her name.  Lord Conrad would never let him
live even had he not been a shifter.  He’d dared to touch her when she’d
invited him.  She couldn’t look on the doomed man.  “You fool.  You’ll be
killed if I don’t.  I want some assurance you’ll not touch me if I release you.”

            Ashanti trembled,
hating herself, feeling the heat of his golden eyes, though she couldn’t bear
to see him.

            “I offer you no
such promises.  ‘Twas because of you that I was taken.”

            A wave of shock
and guilt went through her.  She hadn’t expected that he would know.  No doubt
Lord Conrad had bragged of it to him, she thought with a mixture of shame and
anger.  “I know,” she whispered.  She hid her face with her hands.  Had she
been in his position, she could well imagine her feelings would mirror his own. 
Revenge would be sweet in her heart.

            “I do thank you,
however, for allowing me to free myself,
my lady
.”

            His words chilled
her, the hackles along the back of her neck raising in warning too late.  She
turned and saw him straining, the muscles of his arms and legs bunching with
power.  A shiver arced up her spine as the sounds of chains snapping reached
unbelieving ears.  Without hesitation, as metal links groaned and flew through
the air, she whirled and ran, but a lightning fast hand grasped her cloak and
pulled her back before she could escape.

            Ashanti tried to
scream but he knew what she would do before she did.  He clasped a hand over
the lower half of her face, blocking her cries for help, and shoved her against
the wall, trapping her.  A tremor ran through her at the contrast of warm skin
to chill block.  She struck him with her fists, flailing her arms to find
purchase.  Blasien released her mouth to pin her arms above her head, a massive
hand encircling both her wrists.

            His face hovered
mere inches from hers.  She sucked in a breath to scream.  It died in her
throat at the look in his eyes.

            The dungeon was
far below the castle—no one would hear her.  It was down here for that very
reason.  There were no guards keeping watch over the empty dungeon, for Lord
Conrad had dismissed all but the most necessary men…..and the guard at the main
gate was dead drunk even if the thought of him challenging such a man as this
were not laughable.  No one would come.  He could do with her what he would
with none the wiser.

            She wanted to
believe he would not harm her, but his actions told her he would do something
that could damage her mind and soul rather than physically wound.

            And God knew, she
wanted it.

            He held her
captive with his body, molding her breasts to his chest, his erection digging
into her lower belly.  The thin linen of her gown acted as little barrier to
him.  Her body was taut against the wall, and something coiled inside her, near
bursting to be released.

            He breathed
heavily, as though strained by the activity, the wildness of his scent
engulfing her senses.  He leaned closer, speaking low.  “The situation has been
reversed.  What shall you do now?”

 

 

An excerpt from Captured by
Aliens 1: Alien Captive by Jaide Fox, a futuristic erotic romance:

 

            Dezec Zeta
watched the Nexus Lamian ship silently lower to the ground.  The white-blue
lights rimming the silver rounded edges pulsed with leashed power.  The tops of
the trees danced in the wind, rustling leaves the only sound in the air around
him.

            Dezec opened the
door of his vehicle, dropping down to the ground and shutting the thick armor
plated door.  The men in the first transport followed suit, hefting their
weapons over their shoulders and scanning the countryside for other movement.  The
two other transports remained inside.  They had to be careful for rebel faction
attack.  This was the most vulnerable time for their race, the Heliodryads of
Chalcedon, and the most likely time they would undergo attack by their enemies.

            When they
collected fresh mates for his people.

            It’d been too
long since they’d been attacked, and it was too much to hope that they’d simply
given up their mission.  Not with the extent that they’d gone through to defeat
his people.

            He shouldn’t have
to be doing something like this, but like it or not, he didn’t want to see his
people wiped off the face of their planet.  If they wanted to continue on, they
had to have mates.

            The silver ship
shifted in silence, great swaths of metal moving like liquid as a door opened
on the side and a ramp snaked out like a long silvery tongue until it touched
the ground.  Dirt lifted, sifting through the air as the ramp settled into
place.

            Two grey aliens
walked down the ramp, motioning him forward with a nod.

            “I will make the
transaction.  Keep watch.  You two come with me,” he told his men, leaving them
to approach the Nexus ship, and taking two of his guards with him for the
exchange.

            He nodded to the
small grey aliens as he moved inside, and they returned his greeting, walking
beside him.

            “We have brought
many women for you.  Your order has been doubled, as you wished.  Procuring
them is becoming increasingly…difficult, however,” one of the greys said.

            That probably
meant the price was going to jump.  Double, if he knew them.  And he’d been
doing this a long time.

            Mentally, he
sighed.  King Kore Anadaru wasn’t going to like that increase.

            He eyeballed the
Lamian critically.  Dezec had never been able to tell one Nexus Lamian from
another.  The walked around naked, and as far as he was concerned, they were
all the same.  He hadn’t seen one yet that possessed any discerning features
that marked them male or female.  Maybe they were both.  Maybe they were
neither.  All he knew was that Chalcedon needed women, and they were willing to
supply them—for a hefty price.

            “All healthy and
of child-bearing age?  Immunized?” he asked, walking the corridor with the
greys to the holding cell.

            “Yes.  We trust
you’ll be satisfied with your order.”

            Dezec grunted. 
The Lamian touched one long, slender finger to a pad outside the holding cell. 
It glowed blue, and a seam appeared that marked the door.  The door slid up,
and the four of them walked inside the holding cell.

            They were
immediately attacked.  A flash of dark skin came at him so suddenly, he was
ashamed to say he was caught unprepared.  A black elbow struck his temple,
another of dark skin shoved him down.  Claw-like fingernails scratched and tore
at him and his men.  Feet and hands pummeled them.  Women ran from every
direction, screaming and railing, their voices high and screeching and piercing
his ears.

            Dezec rolled when
he hit the floor, taking one of his assailants with him until she landed
beneath him.  The dark skinned woman screamed and clawed at his face with nails
like talons.  Dezec grunted and grabbed her hands, dimly recognizing the sounds
of his men and the greys stabilizing the battle behind them.

            He’d never
expected to be attacked.  The women the Lamians had brought before had all been
docile little things that had cowered in fear when faced with he and his men. 
His breathing labored with the rush of excitement, it took him a few moments to
calm down enough to avoid hurting her.

            Beneath him, the
woman ranted and raved.  It’d been a necessity learning the earth language,
English, in order to make their transition into their new life easier.  Some of
the words were unfamiliar.

            “Get the fuck off
me you fucking crazy ass alien bastard!” Adrienne screamed, trying to claw the
huge brute’s eyes out of his head but making no headway.  The beast of a man
pinned her arms to the floor with little effort, looking down at her with a
bemused expression on his face.

            The look pissed
her off.

            She looked wildly
around for her sister, and saw that all the women had been subdued by some
strange force.  They all looked frozen in place, unable to move.  The little
grey bastard had done something to them, some alien technology that she hadn’t
understood.  It’d been stupid to think they could fight their way out of there
with no weapons, but she hadn’t been able to give up the hope that they could
do something about their situation.  It went against her nature to just give in
to her fate without a fight.

            “Let me go!”

            Dezec looked at
the strange woman.  She appeared to belong to the same species as the others,
but he had never seen one with dark skin before.  He’d thought the planet,
Earth, had been populated with people much the same as him: with fair skin,
fair hair and eyes.  He hadn’t completed his studies as he should and realized
his mistake now.

            The contrast of
his hands upon her bare arms, the deep brown eyes framed by incredibly thick,
black lashes, extra full lips, and her round nose, intrigued him.  More so than
that, her chest held two breasts of such rounded fullness, simply looking upon
them made him grow hard.

            That the female
had the spirit to attack her abductors when none of the others before her had
ever dared fascinated him even more.  This one had defiance in abundance.  He
found he liked that.

            Recognizing a
dangerous turn of his thoughts, Dezec got up and dragged the woman to her
feet.  She continued to try and free herself, but he was much larger than her,
even though he could see was taller than most of the other women there. 
Standing, she looked even better.

            He raked his gaze
down her body, then forced her to turn around.  She dragged her feet,
attempting to resist him and failing miserably.

            Her backside made
his blood boil.  The other women looked flat and unappealing compared to this
one.  He’d seen so many of them over time that they’d all blended together
after a while—so meek and accepting of their fate that he’d scarcely given them
a thought as they went on to their husbands.  He hadn’t yet been tempted to
choose one as his mate—until now.

            The dark skinned
beauty’s narrow waist flared into hips that were generous and round.  Her
buttocks looked ripe as juicy melons, and he found himself wanting to sink his
teeth into them to see how she tasted.

            He shook his
head, retraining his thoughts away from his cock.  The Nexus Lamians had been
holding out on them in keeping such an exotic creature away from his people.

            “Take a picture. 
It’ll last longer,” she mumbled, still defiant.  She titled her chin up,
glaring at him.

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