Page 16 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
Fine. I’ll go with him, get a translator, see what help I can get, and then come back to free the others. There’s no way I’m letting Sheryl end up a drugged, brainwashed fucktoy.
But I needed something to wear that wasn’t alien fetish gear. Otherwise, I was going to freeze my tits off out there in the elements. Turning to glance around the room, I spotted the huge, worn chestnut-colored pouches that looked like saddlebags nestled at the side of one of the mammoth beds. From the expanded nature of the bags, I could tell they were packed with a lot of stuff. Maybe this was his luggage and he had something inside that I could wear.
I pointed over to the bags and said, “Do you have something I can change into?”
His face wrinkled with confusion.
Okay. This communication issue is going to be a pain in the ass.
Not wasting any more time, I strode over to the saddlebags, reaching down to pick them up, but they were crazy heavy. Teken walked over to me, then said something in a grumbly but kind tone as he gently removed my hands from the bags, hoisting them easily onto the bed.
He uttered something and looked at me questioningly.
I ran my hands down my body illustratively. “Clothes.”
His gaze panned down to my cleavage and lingered there. He looked so flustered; I wondered if this was the first time he’d been around a human female.
He said something, then took off his teal and gold tunic and handed it over.
With my arms full of thick, silky cloth, I stared at him. The flexible gray armor he wore underneath was even more formfitting. Every part of him was as ripped as his arms: broad chest with double pectorals, massive shoulders, clipped waist, and powerful thighs. The bulge of his codpiece made me wonder if my slow perusal turned him on.
Eyes off the alien’s cock, Ella. Focus. Escape. Freedom. Now.
I finally managed to tear my stare away from his amazing body and fumble my way into his tunic. The sleek fabric slid over my body in a long, warm caress as I tugged my head through the collar and settled the fabric over my breasts. The tunic was cut to allow two sets of burly arms through each armhole, which meant only the leather harness beneath prevented me from showing massive side boob. I could live with that. But that left a bit of a problem. The tunic, which reached his knees, drooped to the floor on me. I looked like a little girl playing dress-up.
I could make a whole nightgown out of one of his T-shirts. And I’m not a small lady.
I frowned, staring down at myself, and heard him fight back a laugh. I glanced up. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and looking away while his shoulders shook a little.
“Oh yeah, very funny,” I groused at him, and my tone must have set him off because he burst out snickering… and I joined him.
Dammit, I’ve been in hell for weeks. How is it that his mere presence can make me feel so much better so fast?
My laughter faded away when I realized this alien had done something no Earth man or alien had ever managed to do—make me lower my emotional guard.
Fuck! I’m going to have to watch it around Teken. There’s no way I’m getting emotionally involved with him, not when I’m heading back home.
Quickly, I peered around for something that might serve to belt up the enormous thing so I could at least walk in it. I finally settled on a thick gold rope, which held the room’s decorative wreath together, yanking it down and tying it around my waist, then using that to tuck up the bottom artfully. It didn’t even look half bad in the mirror now—and I could travel by night without freezing to death.
Turning, I nodded to him, folding my arms, and I saw him dragging what looked like horse tack out from under the bed. I stepped back, watching as he called the dog over and started buckling the heavy, padded leather straps around him. Then he fastened a broad saddle that was more cushion and grips across the dog’s back and finished by attaching the chestnut-colored pouches securely to the saddle using ties.
I looked from him to the dog and was a little shocked when he swung one powerfully muscled leg over the animal and jumped into the saddle. He looked at me, scooted back some, and patted the space between the dog’s neck and him.
I hesitated, glancing back at the door.Sorry, Sheryl. I’ll be back for you. I promise.
Stepping forward, I grabbed Teken’s proffered hand and slipped onto the saddle in front of him.
His lower arms wrapped around me. Then he bent forward, all but pressing me into the furry neck, while his upper arms firmly clutched the dog’s barrel chest.
He shouted what sounded like a command. I didn’t understand why he’d taken so much care to steady and cover me until the dog bolted forward, straight toward the wall of open windows. He was so big that he burst the panels from their frames with a bang. Now we were outside, plummeting, and although I knew it was more of a jump for the dog and I should be safe, I was shaking like a leaf and screamed the whole way down.
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Ella gave a loud,piercing cry as we made the leap. I hung on to her, curling my body around her to ensure she was safe and would not fall off Brax.
Effortlessly, my dog bounded out of the window, heading downward gracefully until we met the ground with a soft bounce. Then with another bounce, he cleared the tree line, landing with a thump in the bushes. Behind us, the complex alarms shrilled.
