Page 3 of Kissed By the Alien
The drekker jingles the cuffs, then flings them as far down the alley as he can. I don’t like being played with or deceived.
With one hand, I grip the drekker by his coat and lift him off the ground. He’s lighter than I expected and smells… pleasant.
I scrunch my nose, trying to keep from inhaling whatever he has on him. The recent reports from Zyan’s embassy on Earth detailed og’dals using Sartog’s Sin, a powerful drug that easily overwhelms and enslaves a person. If that’s what these males were negotiating over, then the humans will have much more to worry about than a few dozen blasters.
I lift the male high off the ground until he’s level with the tips of my horns, which I point at him. He stiffens in my hold. Drekk me, but I want to see this drekker squirm and hear him beg for mercy.
With a slight nudge from my horn, I knock that wretched hat off of him so I can see the fear in his eyes. The cap falls back… as does a cascade of blonde curls.
CHAPTERTWO
LEXI
My feet dangle in the air as the bastard who hoisted me into the air like I weigh nothing knocks the baseball cap off my head, ruining my disguise. To my dismay, my hair spills out, but I only have myself to blame. I rushed out of the house this morning with a backpack full of supplies. Everything I needed, except for a damn hairband to keep my hair up and hidden.
“Put me down,” I demand, kicking my feet but hitting nothing but air.
The blue male with horns and a body covered in muscles doesn’t budge. Not one millimeter. Instead, his eyes lock with mine. And when I say lock, I mean I can’t look away from him. He’s the most gorgeous male I’ve ever seen, with rich blue skin and beautiful tattoos decorating a well-muscled arm and horns that fascinate me. They start out thick at the base and end in sharp tips, rather scary given how they’re pointing at me, but I gather that’s his intent. Which means I have to stand my ground.
My eyes tip to the ground… several feet beneath my boots. Standing my ground is not exactly an option at the moment. And it’s not like I can expect Moses to help me. He’s out cold, sprawled out behind this alien.
“Are you planning to hold me here all night?”
“Give me a reason to set you down.”
His answer surprises me, almost as much as the deep blue eyes that remind me of the Pacific Ocean. Swirling in their depths is an emotion that I can’t quite identify, but it lures me like a moth to a flame. Only this flame intends to incinerate me. Tossing his cuffs down the alley seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, I’m not so sure.
“You’re going to get tired,” I say, hoping to reason with him.
“My problem. Not yours.”
“Put me down. Please.” Being polite never hurts. It doesn’t necessarily help, but it doesn’t hurt. The question is, what does he want from me? He caught me in the middle of a buy. Guilty as charged. The only aliens on Earth are the ones allowed to be here. That means he’s here as part of a planetary defense project or law enforcement.
Either way, it means my goose is cooked.
Unless I run.
Which I can’t do suspended in mid-air like a bunch of bananas on a hook.
How is he holding me up like this for so long, especially one-handed? I’m what some people call a curvy girl. I roll my eyes at that description. I have curves, but not where I want them. I’m overweight. Have been for a while. And he’s still holding me in the air like I’m made of paper. One-handed, no less!
“You won’t run from me,” he says.
“Is that a question? Because what I do depends on you.”
“You will not move from this spot,” he says as he lowers me.
“I won’t run,” I agree as the security of having solid matter beneath my feet sinks in. Not that I won’t break my promise to this guy in a heartbeat if necessary. I owe him nothing. But I’m not a fool, either. A few minutes of playing the cooperative detainee will improve my chance of avoiding a jail cell. Besides, my legs are shaking. I need to buy some time so I don’t land flat on my face. I’ve already had the wind knocked out of me once by this massive alien.
Slowly, he releases his hold on my coat. The male is a giant, more than a full head taller than me. I wonder what he’s planning to do with me. Five minutes ago, I was bargaining with Moses, hoping to score a gun. Moses is one of the top officers in the local gang, the 15SH, 15th Street Humans. I’ve tangled with him before. Or rather, my brother has. I’m well aware of the damage Moses can do, especially now that he’s trying to impress the Brotherhood, but sometimes you have to get your hands a little dirty to save yourself.
Like in this situation.
“You’re shaking,” the alien states.
“So very observant of you, Mr…”
Instead of giving me his name, he tilts his head like he’s trying to figure me out. He’s definitely built. Despite the cool evening air, he’s only wearing pants and a vest that hangs open. Nothing covering those delicious arm and chest muscles.
