Page 60 of Alien Rescue

“You refused to pay the ransom. That’s why Mom came.” She’d never thought to question that before. But why else would her mother have come and not him?

He stiffened and red colored his cheekbones. “I didn’t have that kind of money.”

Now he didn’t look her in the eye.

“All those years I thought I had to prove myself. Needed redemption. Had to earn your forgiveness. And you weren’t going to pay the ransom. What kind of father does that?”

“Do not confuse the issue. You are responsible for your mother’s death. If you didn’t start running, she would still be alive.” Grief in his voice, flashed across his features before he smoothed them out. “There is no redemption for you.”

“I won’t have this conversation with you anymore. Tell Parnell I need him to back off the superman crack case,” he instructed. He cut the connection.

Rose stared at where her father’s image had been a moment ago. Why would her father be interested in the case? How did he even know about it?

Needing to talk to someone who actually wanted her, even an alien who thought humans should know their place, she went in search of Zanr. She found him in the shuttle, working on a slim piece of silver. She couldn’t see any buttons or even an image on it. So how on earth did he work on it, intently pressing buttons and grunting? He stopped and looked up at her.

“Your father is not the man you thought he was?” So he’d listened to their conversation. All the way over here. Something to remember for future furtive endeavors.

“No.” She shook and clenched her hands. It was too much. Parnell’s betrayal. Morgan and his nasty digs at her, little killer robots in her blood, and now her father treating her with his usual disdain. He might not admit it, but she knew he refused to pay the ransom. Even before the kidnapping, he’d never liked her around. “I want angry sex.”

Zanr did a double-take. “There is angry sex?” Before she had a chance to blink, he’d picked her up and carried her back to the tent, where he set her down on her feet.

Rose didn’t waste any time. “Take off your clothes, alien. Now.” She stripped off her own clothes, enjoying the way red bled into his red arises. Zanr took off his clothes with an eagerness that was balm to her battered soul. She’d never tire of seeing the clothes just melt away from him. Stepping out of the boots he’d given her was normally the highlight of her day.

“Lie down,” she ordered him.

He froze and stared at her. She’d never thought she’d see a superior Zyrgin warrior with a deer-in-the-headlights look.

“Why do you wish me to lie down first?” He sounded suspicious, as if he thought she planned to murder him.

“Angry sex, remember. Now lie down on the bed so I can fall on top of you and kiss you and take you until I forget that—”

Zanr lifted her up and laid her down on the large bed. He’d moved so fast, she was lying down with him looming over her before she could blink. “You will do angry sex at the bottom,” he insisted. He laid down half over her. “You keep forgetting you are my breeder and I am your warrior.”

“I’m the one that’s angry; I should be on top.” She wanted a fight. A dropping-the-gloves knockout fight that would let her blow off steam. Or sex. Hot and heavy sex that would let her forget. She tried to push him over so that she could get on top but he didn’t budge. She growled at him and then blinked. She never thought she could make such a sound.

“A warrior is never at the bottom in his sleeping place.” He leaned down and spoke right in her face. “You again forget the order of things. Show me angry sex.” Red sparks flared in his eyes.

Rose didn’t think; she just reached for him. She needed to forget about the kidnapping and what she suspected about her father. About the terrible things she feared he’d done. She kissed Zanr and bit down on his lower lip. He lifted his head and gazed down at her and his eyes looked like they could explode like a lava bomb. “Angry sex is biting?”

She laughed helplessly. “Gentle biting, but it’s hot and passionate and no holds barred. Because when you want angry sex, you want to forget.”

He kissed her, a deep, passionate but also curiously tender kiss. He moved down and kissed and sucked and bit on her neck, and she moaned with pleasure. But she wanted her pound of flesh and she bit down on his shoulder. His erection, already large, grew even bigger against her inner thigh. She licked the area she’d bitten and rubbed against the hot, hard flesh branding her inner thigh. He moaned and quickly turned it into a groan. Rose smiled against his delicious flesh. She could just imagine how he felt at making such a weak sounding noise. Like a human male.

“Why do your kisses always make me tingle?” she asked when she came up for air, not expecting an answer.

“Superior Zyrgin genetic engineering,” he told her seriously.

Rose stared at him, waiting for a teasing laugh or smile, but of course she was anthropomorphising him. He was an alien and a literal one at that. One who really knew how to kiss.

He moved lower again and took her nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around each one.

Pleasure shot from her nipples to every nerve ending in her body until she was one big ball of pleasure. Her body stretched and went taut. She kissed and sucked and stroked wherever she could reach him. The taste and smell of him was fast becoming an addiction. “Zanr?”

“Yes, my breeder?”

She cupped his face, pulled him up, and stared into those strange eyes that now seemed to be made of red fire. “Will you call me by my name? As if I matter. As if I really exist.” She sounded needy and she didn’t care. One thing she knew was that Zanr would kill himself trying to meet all her needs.

He stilled and looked up from where he’d been biting the underside of her breasts. Little aftershocks of pleasure still shot out from that spot in her body. They stared at each other, the silence pulsing with everything they didn’t say.

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