Page 61 of Alien Rescue

“I enjoy doing angry sex with you, Rose.” He went back to working the underside of her breasts with his sharp teeth, nipping her alternately with his teeth and lips. She moaned and shifted restlessly. Who knew that could feel so good?

“I like your body, Rose. The perfect body for me.” He lifted his head and stared at her hair. If he tried to do her hair right now, she’d kill him. “I like your body almost as much as your hair.”

“Thank you, Zanr, I am glad I please you.”

“You please me much, my beautiful Rose.” If anyone else had said that to her it, would’ve sounded fulsome. The sincerity in Zanr made it a compliment she treasured. He flashed his teeth in that way that she suspected was supposed to be a wicked grin, but was all teeth and danger. “I wish to do angry sex on your most intimate female part. Your most secret flesh that throbs for me.”

Rose stared down at the alien working his way down her body. Her intimate female part? Most secret flesh that throbs? What on earth had he been watching and reading?

He parted her thighs, got comfortable between them, and she squeaked when he raked his teeth over her most sensitive flesh.

The next day they parked in front of the little house that Morgan had visited the day before, and they got lucky. The tall, thin man left his house and got into an old car. He kept looking over his shoulder.

“He’s going to the submarine, I know it,” she told Zanr.

It was a good thing she didn’t make a bet on it because the scientist drove to another small house not far from his and got out of the car. A man in a white lab coat opened the door. Zanr grunted and she heard the satisfaction in the sound.

He got off the hover machine and helped her down. “We will go inside and interrogate them.”

Rose should feel sorry for them, but they deserved to have a Zyrgin warrior go torture their evil bomb-planting asses. She smiled a thin-lipped smile up at him. “I will play bad cop.”

He stopped and cocked his head. “Bad cop?”

“Yes, it is an old interrogation technique. One of us acts tough and the other sympathetic, and then they talk to the sympathetic one.”

He nodded. “I know this technique. I will be the bad alien.”

“You’re no fun. I’d make a much meaner bad guy.”

He flashed a lot of teeth at her. “I am much fun, and a warrior will be much better bad guy.” He walked up to the door, not bothering to change his appearance, and knocked on the door so hard, it crumbled inward.

“You lack imagination,” she muttered.

“You, my breeder, lack height and teeth and claws.” Zanr ran inside the house, so fast, he was only a blur. She’d known he was faster than a human, but this she didn’t expect. No wonder the other warriors thought her so-called escape was a big joke.

She followed and before she even reached the living room of the small house, Zanr had three men secured. They were clichéscientists. Two of them rail thin and the third short with a thick middle. All three of them wore glasses, an old-fashioned affectation that had become popular among academia lately.

“I recognise him. He worked in the lab at different times.” She pointed to the tallest of the two thin men.

Zanr didn’t waste any time. “Tell me where on the river the others are, or I will hurt you.”

The tall, thin scientist looked ready to lose his lunch. “We don’t know anything about a submarine.”

Zanr leaned over him, all cold-reptilian threat. He even spoke with a slight hiss. “I didn’t say anything about a submarine.”

All three of the scientists whimpered. They looked as if they were going to start crying. How could they be like this but plan to detonate a bomb?

Rose stepped forward, gave a slight smile. “Please tell him what he wants to know.” She made a show out of biting her lip and keeping out of Zanr’s reach. “Did you see those teeth of his—he bites.”

“I do not need your help making them talk,” Zanr snarled at her.

Even knowing he was only playing bad cop, it wasn’t too difficult to squeal and skitter away from him. ”I’m sorry,” she moaned.

“We don’t know anything,” the man she’d recognized moaned.

“You are working to create bombs from data dating back to your Golden Age,” Zanr said.

The three exchanged nervous glances.

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