Page 37 of The Alien's Captive Bride

She moaned with pleasure and slowly ground herself against him, teasing both of them with the promise of what was to come.

The friction between them was exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending. He moved his hands down her back and around to cup her ass. he lifted and lowered her harder against him.

Their gasps filled the room as they lost themselves in their pleasure. Venus rocked her hip faster and Azlun matched her tempo until they both cried out in pleasure as their orgasms exploded through them.

SEVENTEEN

The war room hummed with tension, its high-tech displays casting an eerie blue glow over the faces of those gathered around the central holographic table. The 3D map of the palace grounds rotated slowly, each flicker of light representing a potential threat. Venus leaned forward, her fingers ghosting over the shimmering projections, mind racing with possibilities.

Azlun’s voice cut through her thoughts, tight with barely contained anger. “We need to root out these traitors before they can make another attempt on Venus’s life. I won’t have her in danger every time she steps outside.”

Venus couldn’t help but smirk. “What, and miss out on my daily dose of adrenaline? You’re no fun, Your Highness.”

Azlun shot her a look that was half exasperation, half fondness. “This isn’t a joke, Venus.”

“Who’s joking?” she retorted, but softened her tone at the genuine worry in his eyes.

Garek nodded, his usually jovial face uncharacteristically grim. “Agreed, but how? They’ve gone to ground since the last attack. It’s like trying to catch smoke with our bare hands.”

“Well,” Dravek interjected, cracking his knuckles, “we could always start interrogating the entire palace staff. I volunteer to handle the physical aspects.”

Amari rolled her eyes. “Yes, because nothing says ‘we trust our people’ like putting them through Dravek’s idea of a friendly chat. Any other brilliant ideas?”

Venus straightened, a plan already forming. “Actually,” she said, her voice cutting through the bickering, “I might have one. We draw them out. Set a trap.” She paused for dramatic effect. “With me as the bait.”

The reaction was immediate and exactly as she’d expected. Azlun’s head snapped up, his eyes blazing. “Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous. I won’t allow it.”

Venus raised an eyebrow. “Won’t allow it? Last I checked, I wasn’t asking for permission, Princey.”

“Venus,” Azlun growled, but she held up a hand to stall his protests.

“Hear me out,” she insisted. “They want me dead, right? So we give them what looks like the perfect opportunity. A vulnerable little Earth girl, all alone and defenseless.” She batted her eyelashes exaggeratedly, earning a snort from Dravek.

“I’m listening,” Garek said, leaning in with interest.

Venus outlined her plan, watching as understanding dawned on their faces. “We make it known that Azlun and Dravek are leaving the palace on urgent business. Garek and Amari will be ‘busy’ with important meetings. And poor, helpless me? I’ll just happen to be taking a stroll in the gardens, right where I was attacked last time.”

Amari was the first to nod approvingly. “It’s risky,” she admitted, “but it could work. We’d need to coordinate perfectly, have backup in place...”

“I don’t like it,” Azlun growled, his fists clenched at his sides. “There are too many variables, too much that could go wrong.What if we can’t get to you in time? What if they decide to kill you on the spot instead of taking you?”

Venus moved to his side, placing a hand on his arm. “Hey,” she said softly, waiting until he met her eyes. “I know it’s not ideal, but it’s our best shot at ending this threat once and for all. Trust me. I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve.” She grinned. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at acting. Think I could win a Tharvisian Oscar for ‘Best Performance by a Kidnapped Earthling’?”

For a moment, Venus thought he might refuse. Then, with a heavy sigh, Azlun nodded. “All right,” he conceded. “But we do this my way. Every precaution, every safeguard. I want a full team on standby, surveillance drones, the works. I won’t risk losing you.”

“Aw, you do care,” Venus teased, but squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Promise not to have too much fun without you.”

As they hammered out the details, Venus felt a mix of anticipation and dread. This had to work. The alternative didn’t bear thinking about. But as she looked around at the determined faces of her newfound family, she knew they’d have her back, come hell or high water – or in this case, traitorous alien guards.

The evening air was crisp,carrying the sweet scent of alien blossoms as Venus strolled along the garden path. To any observer, she looked relaxed and carefree – the perfect target. She even hummed a little Earth tune, playing up the ‘oblivious human’ act for all it was worth.

Inside, however, her senses were on high alert, every rustle of leaves setting her nerves on edge. The micro-communicator hidden in her ear crackled softly.

“Three hostiles approaching from your back,” Garek’s voice murmured. “Get ready.”

Venus took a deep breath, channeling her inner damsel in distress. “Showtime,” she whispered to herself.

The attack, when it came, was swift and brutal. Rough hands grabbed her from behind, a cloth pressed to her face. Venus struggled, but not too hard – just enough to be convincing. She let out a muffled scream, praying it sounded authentically terrified and not like she was trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

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