ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance) (14 page)

Classified? Who was he?

"Humanity’s space travel is dismal compared to what's really out there. Humans are only scraping the surface of what other species have mastered eons ago."

I frowned. "Other species? As in aliens?"

Mick nodded. "I know it's difficult to imagine but humans aren't alone in the universe."

There were so many questions out there about whether we were alone or not, and I could understand that. Fine. So we weren't alone.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Mick took a deep breath. "The device you found at my place is a tracking system. There are species out there that aren't peaceful. We are trying to prevent an attack on the Earth."

I frowned.

"So you're... what? Working with Area fifty-one or something? Why haven't you told me this before?"

He opened his mouth, hesitated, closed it again and nodded. "Something like that," he finally said. "And I haven't told you because it's mostly classified like I said before."

"Okay." I looked at him, his clothes. "'So you're some bad ass alien fighter?"

He grinned. "I knew you would get it."

And there it was, the part where he made me feel wonderful again. In one sentence he made me feel clever and beautiful again, brilliant, in short. I could almost forgive him for hitting me on the head. Almost.

"Why did you attack me when we were at your place?"

His face sobered. He looked guilty for a second and his eyes darkened to a stormy gray. "I didn't realize it was you until after I hit you. I thought it was one of them coming to take away the one thing we have to track them."

I nodded. It made sense, and he looked so sorry. What could I do? I could hold it against him but in the end, where would that get us?

"So now what?"

He looked me up and down. I looked down at my own body. I was dressed in a hospital gown that was as white as everything else and very unflattering.

"Oh, God. I look terrible."

When I looked up at Mick there was hunger on his face.

"You look great, actually."

I rolled my eyes. "You're just being nice. I look like an Oompa Loompa."

Mick shifted closer, so close that I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes, floating around in his stormy irises. His pupils were dilated and it wasn't hard to know what he wanted. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine.

"We'll just have to get you out of it, then."

I giggled, blushing so hard I could feel my own cheeks burn.

"We can't do it here. What if the nurse comes back."

Mick shook his head. "She won't." And then he kissed me so that I couldn't argue with him anymore. And really, why would I when there was something like this to be had? He peeled the hospital gown off me and I was naked. He looked at me, eyes sliding over my body. He pushed my shoulders gently until I lay back on the pillows, and then he opened my legs with his hand and lowered himself between them. I gasped when his tongue touched my sex and closed my eyes.

He licked me and sucked me, making me forget where I was, how I'd gotten here, and made me question my own name. When I was on the edge of an orgasm he stopped. I moaned but he was on top of me then. It turned out his one piece suit was really a two piece and the pants were far enough down to release him.

He towered over me and then he placed himself between my legs and finished what he'd started with his mouth. I should have been nervous about where I was, the fact that he'd told me things that were impossible. I should have felt awkward, doing something so inappropriate in a hospital. I should have felt a lot of things. Instead, I just felt ecstasy. I let it consume me until it washed through every inch of my being. And then it was over and Mick was zipping up his fancy pants again. He handed me the gown and I pulled it on.

My fingers were still shaking.

"Where are you going?" I asked when it became apparent he wasn't going to get on the bed and cuddle with me. We always cuddled. I wanted to feel his body against mine.

"I have to take care of a couple of things, but I'll be back. In the meantime, you have to recover so that I can do that again, but harder” he said with a grin.

I shivered. The door swished open again and Mick was gone. I stayed behind in the white hospital room, feeling empty and forgotten. This was why I didn't want to have quickie sex with Mick. This was why we'd always cuddled. It was another part of him that didn't fit his bad ass I-don't-care image.

The nurse reappeared. She looked as dull and unfeeling as before.

"You can get dressed now and move to the mess hall. Your clothes are over there."

She pointed at a pile of clothes on a chair in the corner that I hadn't seen before. She walked out again. The mess hall? What? Where the hell was I?

CHAPTER FOUR

I got dressed. The moment I stepped through the sliding doors that led to the room I'd been kept in I realized I wasn't in the hospital in Fredericksburg as I thought I was. There were signs on the walls pointing to different places and I followed them until I reached the mess hall.

The hall was a large oval-shaped chamber, the corners all tilted up and meeting with the ceiling that tilted down. I stood inside a giant egg. The one side of it was occupied but a buffet-like table and people standing in a queue like this was normal for them. Let's all have lunch inside the giant egg.

I stood in the queue. Every now and then one of them glanced at me. I realized I looked different than they did. They were all tall and very slim, easily a head or more taller than I was. They wore suits the same as Mick's minus the coat in different colors and they looked... well, they looked like my family would approve of them. I felt short and fat and very much like I didn't fit in. What a way to boost a girl's self-esteem.

I sat down at an empty table and looked at the plate I'd been handed. A pile of veggies that didn't look familiar skirted a piece of meat the size of my face. I poked at it. It was rare enough that it might still be alive. A small pile of white little balls reminded me of rice, except rice didn't look like that. I eyed the food and wondered if it was safer to stay without. Everything here just seemed a little off. The people, the food, the hall...

An alarm started whining and red lights flashed. I dropped my fork and looked around.

Everyone froze until the alarm stopped, and then there was chaos. Trays were dumped wherever there was a space. The diners all ran out wide doors that slid the same way my hospital room door did. I walked toward the door. People bumped me, trying to get past.

Mick pushed through the crowd against the stream and when he spotted me he looked relieved.

"You have to go with them." He pointed to the people filing out of the hall like they'd been practicing this drill. "Stay with them, stay safe."

Fear clutched at my throat and threatened to strangle me. He wanted me to stay with the people that looked at me like I was the underdog? Did he know what it was like being the one everyone picked on? Obviously not. I mean, look at him.

"What's going on? Can't I come with you?"

Mick shook his head. "You can't, it's not safe. It's war out there."

He turned around and jogged away without looking back. War? What was he talking about? Surely I would know if there was war in Virginia. I looked after the men and women filtering into small bunker-like rooms. I looked for Mick. There was no way I was getting locked in with those people. I didn't know them, I didn't know where I was. I set off at a run after Mick.

I lost sight of him in a maze of tunnels and a moment later I was dreadfully lost. The alarms started up again and I freaked out. I felt like a mouse in a maze.

A cold draft wafted toward me and I followed it. Wind meant an exit. It turned three corners and then I found a door the size of a hanger door wide open with a ramp down. I walked toward it and looked out. Virginia lay stretched out before me, wet - like it had just rained - and green. But there was no peace.

Horrible looking creatures were on the ground, milling around, making sounds that I'd never heard before. It sounded like a cross between the guttural snort of a pig and the squeal of a monkey. At the bottom of the ramp, there were men and women in a square formation and I spotted Mick at the front.

He was right. This was war. And he was on the front lines.

It was impossible to digest. I covered my mouth with my hands and watched as they marched into the fray.

The moment the two groups met all hell broke loose. War began with a thundering ruckus. They fought each other with weapons I'd never seen before, and for a moment it looked like the strange creatures were winning.

I heard a scream and turned my head. A woman with a long braid down her back screamed, followed by a popping sound. Light burst in a blinding wave, and then there was a dragon where this woman had been. I couldn't breathe.

The dragon's scales were a golden yellow and it had black stripes on its back. Its eyes were a deep black and it made a rumbling sound. A moment later fire sprayed from its mouth.

Shit.

I looked for Mick. Did he know there was a dragon? I spotted him going hand to hand with one of those monsters. He was pinned down. The monster snapped at his face and I was sure I was going to watch him die. A rock formed in my stomach and started dragging down and I thought I was going to throw up.

Again I heard a pop and then Mick exploded in a bright flash of light. I didn't close my eyes or shield myself from the light, this time. I kept my eyes glued to Mick - fried retinas be damned. He grew and bulged, so fast it was almost impossible to follow. His skin gave way to scales the color of sand and bark and his eyes turned to mercury. A dragon suddenly stood in his place with eyes the color of steel and scales that reminded me of Mick's hair.

Mick was a dragon. All the talk about humans, them, not us. The way he'd said it. Mick was one of them. He wasn't one of us. Mick was an alien.

The thought knocked me breathless and I bent over heaving. Someone suddenly had their hands on my shoulders and I flung my arms wildly, trying to get away.

"Calm down, calm down!"

It wasn't a guttural squeal but a voice that spoke words. When I looked around a man stood next to me, hands up in defense.

"It's okay. I just want you to come with me so we can get you to a safe place. Mimic ordered us to keep you safe."

"Who?"

"Mimic." He shook his head. His hair was long and flopped into his eyes. He was dressed in the same clothes as everyone else. "Mick. I mean Mick."

Mimic was his real name? I looked back at the dragon who was incinerating monsters as far as he went. Well, the lie would be complete then, wouldn't it?

"Will you come with me?"

"Who are you?" I asked. "Where am I?" Nothing made sense anymore.

"You're on our ship. We're fighting and when we win, which we will, we'll evacuate Earth."

I blinked. Evacuate earth? Ship?

"And I'm Miath. I'm in Mimic's squadron."

Mimic. It didn't sound right. it didn't make sense. I didn't know what was going on. Miath turned and I followed him because I didn't know what else to do. Everything was upside down, everything I'd thought to be true was a lie.

Miath took me to a chamber similar to the others, but this one was empty. He let me walk in first and then explained to me how to lock the door from the inside.

"You'll be safe here. Mimic will fetch you when it's safe."

I wanted to ask him questions. A million of them. But he didn't have the answers. He shook his head and the door closed as if he'd willed it so. I stood alone in the bunker, staring at the door that looked like all the walls, and felt like the rug had been ripped out from underneath me.

Mick was a dragon. An alien. Not Mick, Mimic. Nothing he'd been was true. Nothing he'd shown me was really him. What had he been doing? What had he been playing at by dragging me along for the ride?

I should have known something was up. I should have realized that it wasn't real. That machine in his bath tub was some kind of radar, maybe, but I should have wondered why it was in his bath and not at a place like Area 51. He'd been evasive about everything. So much that he'd said and done looked so different now in light of this. What was I supposed to do?