Page 11 of Stranded with the Alien

Damn.

“I… I don’t really know what that means, I was just… I wasn’t being serious, I…” Her voice trailed away as the alien deliberately laid one large hand on her hip. Kara jerked as if she’d been scalded and twisted out of his grasp.

“Forget it. There’s no way I’m doinganythinglike that with you.”

She backed up until her spine hit the cave wall. The Vraxian regarded her thoughtfully. Then he casually reached out with his snake-like appendages and curled them round her wrists.

Kara gasped as she was suddenly hoisted off her feet, arms pinned above her head. The alien tentacles were warm and smooth, not slimy as she’d somehow imagined. They were also deceptively strong. She struggled fruitlessly.

“You bastard,” she snarled. “Let me go!”

She kicked out and a bolt of pain shot down her back. She gritted her teeth as she jerked in agony, knowing there was nothing she could do. Fucking collar.

She dangled helplessly while the alien examined her, cursing him vehemently with the rudest words she knew. And she was an army brat. She knew alot.

She also knew if he truly wanted to have his way with her, there wouldn’t be much she could do about it. But shecertainly wouldn’t make it easy for him. She’d make it as deeply unpleasant as she could.

The alien bit back a grin. He was well aware she thought he was going to insist on holding her to her promise ofshaa’baara. He wondered idly what it would be like to mate with a human. Would they even fit together?

No, she was too small. It surely wouldn’t be possible. And in any case, he had no intention of violating her. But it wouldn’t hurt to remind his bad-tempered little captive that he was the one in control.

He stepped closer and immediately his nostrils flared as he caught her scent. Underneath the competing aromas of sweat and fear, he could clearly detect a unique fragrance; fresh and cool, like a forest breeze. It seemed to call to him.

Speculatively, he put his hand on her waist. He could almost span its entire breadth. Human females were so unprotected, he thought. Not like Vraxian females. No scales or armoring or hard muscles. Just soft skin and gentle curves.

The female spewed invectives at him and he wanted to smile. She was so defiant, so fierce in the face of his superior strength and build. How could something so fragile muster so much ferocity?

He had no doubt that if it wasn’t for the collar, she’d be doing her utmost to kill him. He almost admired her for it.

His hand slipped under the hem of her shirt and skated over the smooth flare of her hip, the indent of her waist, and the edges of her rib cage. He leaned forward so he could inhale more of her scent, his nose almost brushing her throat. Then he pushed her shirt up so he could view the curves that had piqued his interest while she’d been sleeping.

Suspended by her wrists, Kara was unable to do anything except submit to the alien’s inspection. He examined her intently, as if he’d never seen a human this close up before.Thankfully her bra was covering her breasts, otherwise he’d have got an eyeful.

He raised her higher, turning her this way and that, frowning in concentration. His breath feathered over her cleavage and Kara’s nipples tightened in a reflex action she was powerless to control.

The alien’s gaze narrowed as he saw the hard little tips pushing through the lacy material of her underwear. Intrigued, he brought his face even closer and Kara’s skin started to tingle. The involuntary reaction bewildered her.

Jesus Christ, what’s happening?

Her breath caught as he touched an exploratory fingertip to the outline of a nipple. The contact was feather-light, yet instantly it sent a shockwave through her body. Heat rushed to her cheeks.

The Vraxian heard the stifled gasp and shot a look at the human’s face. She was biting her lip and her face was flushed.

He frowned. Was she in pain? Was he hurting her? He found he didn’t like that idea. He couldn’t say why it bothered him but it did.

Drek.He didn’t have time for this. There were things he had to do if he wanted to get off thisgemlekplanet and he wasn’t going to let himself be distracted.

Without warning he let her go and Kara dropped to the floor, still disorientated by what had just happened. Hiding her confusion, she pulled her shirt down and glared angrily at the Vraxian.

“Enjoy yourself, you alien piece of shit? Don’t even think about coming back for seconds.”

He looked at her dispassionately.

“Chupakt,hooman. Alekt.”

“In case you didn’t notice, I don’t speak snake.”

The alien strode to the mouth of the cave.

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