Page 15 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
Her brows drew together. “Te-ken.”
I nodded and smiled, then gave her a serious look and pointed toward the wall of windows.Outside.I didn’t know how to communicate with her my desire that we escape—and as soon as possible—but I had to try.
She followed my gesture and then stood and moved over to the large opening in the wall that displayed the great forest spread out to the horizon, and I heard her gasp.
Moving away from the bed, I walked toward her, Brax trailing behind me. I hoped she understood my intentions to break her out of this disgusting place.
12
Ella
I staredthrough the panel of windows at the alien landscape. My head was spinning as I struggled to process everything that was happening. Even with my malfunctioning translator, I recognized the word “Wulfaen.” He was from the race of Gladiators the Omers were trying to sell us humans to. Which meant he wanted me for sex.
I frowned.But if that’s true, why didn’t he try to take advantage of me when I was high on the arousal drug?Without much effort, he could have taken me in every position possible.
Instead of dominating me when he clearly had the upper hand, he showed restraint and respect—and his actions went a long way with me.
Maybe my luck had changed and I’d run into the only alien in this damn place with any real sense of morality and decency. He’d held all the cards when I was brought to his room, and he didn’t have to administer the antidote to the aphrodisiac from hell. But he did, even though a boner the size of Florida was pressed against my belly.
His behavior so far spoke well of his integrity and made me more interested in knowing more about him, especially if he was willing to help me leave this alien prison.
Then there was his incredibly affectionate alien dog, who had an adult body and a mild case of puppy personality. Frankly, I was a sucker for animals. But most importantly, both alien and dog had treated me well and seemed genuinely concerned about me when I had broken down into ugly tears.
Teken, unlike his fellow alien bruisers, seemed downright chivalrous—so far. Maybe he was a cut above his peers, or maybe he was married. Though, the way he had held me tenderly—and his gigantic erection while doing it—said he had been tempted by me but backed off, showing restraint.
Teken strode over to the left of me.
Damn… he smells nice.Kind of spicy with an undertone of pine trees and earth.
For a moment, I wondered what it would feel like to have his two sets of hands caressing my skin. I shook my head, worried a little that I was still drugged, because it was seriously crazy to be thinking about this strange but oddly sexy creature in such a sensual way.
That’s what I get for staying celibate for so long. Now I was thinking about putting Teken on my “to-be-fucked” list.
His dog pressed his huge body along my right side as if trying to comfort me. I petted him slowly, mesmerized by the shaggy, heavily muscled black creature with too many teeth. But under that menacing veneer, he was a sweet puppy dog. I just wished his one good lick hadn’t undone my entire shower and most of my makeup. At least the weird silvery cloth Teken had handed me cleaned me off quickly.
Teken pointed again to the landscape and said something in that oddly inflected alien tongue. My best guess was he was asking me if I wanted to leave with him.
I just stared through the window at the unusual scenery. The sight of the alien terrain terrified me, strange and beautiful as it was.
I pushed down my fears.
I’d rather be free on this planet than drugged, caged, and waiting to be conditioned. And if Teken was willing to help me escape, then I was going to take a chance and trust him. Frankly, I had nothing to lose at this point. At least outside, I had a fighting chance of survival, as opposed to inside this alien abode of doom.
I nodded at Teken, but I wished I had the means to communicate to him that my agreement was conditional. I didn’t want to leave Sheryl or any of the other females caged up like animals. I didn’t care if they were human or alien; we were all the same—victims of slave trafficking—and no woman deserved to go through that shit. But I knew that what I wanted might not be possible or the smartest thing to attempt when I was so close to attaining my freedom.
But how can I just run and leave them behind?
Guilt made my stomach churn. Now emotionally and mentally torn, I stared at him.
Fuck!I would kill for a translator right about now so I could make him understand this place was crowded with so many captives. Not that I wasn’t grateful, but…Why did he choose me over one of them?
I tapped his shoulder—his muscle felt like polished wood under silk—and gestured at my ear and throat. He frowned for a moment, then sighed and nodded, saying something I couldn’t understand. This time, he gave me an apologetic look as he pointed back at the windows.
I frowned. I was trying not to get frustrated, but he didn’t make it very easy. Then something important dawned on me.
Right now, the slavers expected us to spend at least the next hour fucking. This was the only time they knew where I was but didn’t have any eyes on me and the only time he could act outside their view as well. Plus, they would expect us to be… occupied—not taking off.
“Damn, you’re hotandsmart,” I commented with a sigh of relief.
