Page 7 of Rescued By The Alien Prince Pirate

Iwas in this weird, awe-struck state of shock.

It almost felt like my brain was glitching out or something.

Why did I feel extremely hot all over, all of the sudden? Why were my cheeks burning? My heart was racing. My hands were shaking.

Firstof all, I couldn't believe my own reaction to this dreamy… hunky…studof an alien standing in front of me. Was this my first timeeverbeing attracted to someone else? If so, I kind of liked it. It was thrilling, yet super scary at the same time.

I can't even describe just how absolutelygorgeoushe was.I couldn't stop staring at him. I knew I was probably gawking, but I couldn't helpmyself. I felt like I was literally losing control of my own body. I couldn't peel my eyes away for anything.

He was just so…majesticlooking. He was wearing this shiny jewelry, huge golden, silver and crystal necklaces around his neck that looked like they probably cost more than my rent.

He was wearing a weapons sling that made him look like a bad ass warrior from the future or something.

Let me just start by saying that I didn't involve myself in attraction to the opposite sex, much less put myself in a situation where I would be involved in anykind of committed relationship.

It just wasn't wired into my DNA. Not only did I not botherto subject myself to that kind of lifestyle of tedious dating trying to waste time on finding a companion to share my life with, but I didn't seek it out because I didn't wantit. Frankly, I didn't really see the point in bothering.

I was thirty-two years old, and I wasn't embarrassed to admit that I'd never been in a serious relationship in my life,ever.

Of course, there were probably others who might find this type of behavior a little on the crazy side, maybe even going as far as to call me a pitiful tragedy, but that certainly wasn't the wayIchose to look at it.

I made my own choices, and I lived my life the wayIwanted to. Growing up in the foster care system, I never felt like I had my own voice. I never felt like I had control over my own life.

Now that I was an adult, I had the reins. That meant that I had no problem holding on for dear life to the power over my own situations.

I didn't have time to invest in a companion, anyway.

I put a lot of pride and intelligence into my work, and there honestly wasn't room for much else.

I guess what I was getting at was, all those rules and regulations about dating and the emotions that came along with it— well —they ultimately flew out the window as soon as I laid eyes on this beautiful alien.

He wasunbelievablyattractive in the best kind of way. He had this instantaneous effect over me that raptured my soul or something.

This was why I was struggling to understandwhereall this was coming from. I'd never been interested inanyone— man, woman, alien, whatever.

I had just never experiencedtrueattraction to another being before, so I was a little caught off guard when it happened after seeing this majestic hunk in front of me.

He was tall, and I meanexceptionallytall. I guessed atleastseven feet tall or maybe more. He was also burly, but in a toned, muscular way. His body was heavenly sculpted. His physique was surreal. He wassmokinghot. I felt like my blood was sizzling inside my veins.

He was brooding, but not in an intimidating way. He had kind eyes that made me feel safe and warmed me up from the inside.

His skin was a muted leaf-green color that intrigued me and complemented his almond-shaped black eyes. His nose was the strangest feature on his body, being flat, and he had a tuft of thick, short, fluffy white hair atop his head.

"Who are you?" I finally asked after it became clear that he wasn't going to immediately kill me. "What are you doing here, and why do you want to help me?"

There had to be a catch to all this. Maybe it was just my cynical side coming out, but I seriously doubted he was going to just help me out of the goodness of his heart. Sorry, but no one was like that, even in deep space on a spaceship or wherever the hell it was that we were.

"My name is Cyburn," he said and pointed to himself.

Then, he glanced beside him at another male who looked similar to him, at least in skin color, although his was more of a deep, emerald green. This second guy was particularly huge, however. He practically had to bend his head and shoulders down to fit properly in the lower ceilinged corridor.

He had jagged scars all over his face that frightened me a bit, but I pretended as hard as I could not to appear too rattled about it.

"This is Nix. He is my best friend and the First Mate gunner on our ship," Cyburn introduced.

"This isyourship?" I asked.

"No." Both Cyburn and Nix simultaneously shook their heads adamantly. "We stormed this ship in an effort to take it over. It belongs to the Belic."

---