Page 10 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
As I caught my breath, the door opened again, and I saw two males come in, the panel sliding closed behind them. “Oh great, what’s this shit now?” I grumbled. Maybe I was lucky and Baldy had sent a tech for the translator.
I peered at the mismatched pair. One of them I had seen before—a smarmy little weasel who sometimes accompanied Baldy to look us over. Disgusted, I quickly shifted my gaze to his companion—and had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping.
Holy shit.
He didn’t have horns and was bigger than any of the Omers I had seen. Though the strange alien had four arms and double pectorals like most Omers, he was taller, more muscular, and had a dangerous, wild, and untamed vibe. My body flushed as I imagined him as a shirtless warrior with sweat glistening on his hard body while he wielded a sword, slaying everyone who’d treated me like shit… starting with Baldy.
Against my better judgment, I was intrigued. Maybe it was the way he moved—with grace and lightness, despite his size. His weird haircut framed a face with full, sensual lips, a straight nose, and a square jaw that made my heart skip a beat. His sleeveless tunic and cloak with gold piping matched his eyes and were a nice touch. This alien was attractive.
I swallowed hard and quickly averted my eyes, knowing he’d caught me staring.Busted.
My head snapped up when I heard a sound. His lips were moving, but I couldn’t understand a damn word he was saying because my translator was still malfunctioning. His eyes compelled me. They were a dark, intense yellow with flecks of gold that shimmered slightly as the light caught them.
Our gazes met, and I felt as if something silent was communicated between us.
Ella, this so not the time to think about sex.
I licked my lips before bringing the bottom one between my teeth. His nose twitched, and it sounded like he groaned. He took an enormous gulp as if he were nervous. His unease took some of the intimidation out of his menacing demeanor. My lips curled up into a smile. Then I caught myself.
Oh God. I’m flirting with a four-armed alien that might be here to buy me as his sex slave.
I tore my eyes away, recalling all the reasons I couldn’t allow myself to fantasize about his hard, full lips, exotic, sexy eyes, or what was sure to be an impressive shredded set of abs beneath his clothes. Yet even as I tried to squash my surging desire, I felt my body respond, nipples going hard and cunt becoming wet with arousal.
What the fuck, Ella? Stop thinking impure thoughts. He’s an alien that wants to sexually violate you.
I squeezed my hands between my knees and forced my lips into a frown.
The huge sexy being sniffed audibly before the two aliens communicated in their weird language. Now and again, my translator would cut back in and I would catch a few words before it quit again.
Earth… New… Untrained… Others?
The big, sexy-looking alien shook his head and folded both sets of arms, lifting his chin insistently. My translator buzzed, and then I heard him say, “No. This one tonight.”
Did he just say he wants me?
They argued incomprehensibly for several more seconds, while all I could do was look for patterns in their speech and pick up every other word while watching their body language. The little one was gesturing around at the other cages and pointed at the door.
The big one simply shook his head again.
“No!” he said suddenly, quite clearly and so firmly that I stared at him again. “No one else will do.”
My annoying translator cut out again. And I watched his sexy alien lips move.
What the hell is he talking about?
The smaller one nodded, plucking at the many jeweled rings on his fingers. He pulled out a dark-purple wand and touched it to my cage. I heard an audible beep, but the door did not open. The two spoke a little longer, none of it translating. Then they both turned and walked out.
Shit. I need to get someone to change the battery in this piece of crap translator so I can at least know what’s going on.
I looked over at Sheryl napping in a ball in her cage. “Yo, hey, Sheryl! Did they drug you?”
“Uh… no. I wish.” She opened an eye and peered at me. “What’s the deal?”
“My translator has stopped working. I think those little gray guys put the wrong battery in it or something. I need you to tell the damn overseer that it’s crapped out on me.” I crouched on the low, narrow seat, squirming as my ample ass overflowed it.
“Oh. Shit. Well, that’s something they might fix. So you can’t understand anything they’re saying anymore?” She got up and stretched as best she could in her small cage, then jumped up and grabbed the bars, using them for pull-ups.
“I can hear every other word… sometimes more when this shit of a translator wants to work right. But in a nutshell, that little weasel-looking alien with all the rings was here with some giant, hot alien I’ve never seen before. They were talking about me. I think weasel was selling me, but I can’t be sure.” I was worried about that. I didn’t like being kept in the dark about these damn aliens’ plans for me.
