Alien Warrior's Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance (3 page)

“It is better than having you broken.” His voice was devoid of expression, as if the words had no meaning for him, as if it were a duty to perform like any other.

“I don’t want to be healed, to be your blood slave!” she exclaimed, and she turned from him, leaving specks of blood from her wounds as she’d shifted.

She would fight him.

Her strength was returning, and she’d started to roll off the side of the bed with the intention of fleeing or trying to defend herself. But his hand caught her shoulder and stopped her, while the heat of his touch exploded inside her. What had he done to her to make her feel that way about just his touch?

“I do not require a blood slave.”

Anna wondered how he could sound so expressionless, and then she realized the reaction from his touch and his blood coursing through her must be only one way, as she fought his hold. But the desire to have him stroke her body was more powerful, and it tightened her nipples and dampened between her thighs.

“No,” she mewled lowly.

His strength overcame her and pulled her flat on the bed beneath him, so he had to see the evidence of her aroused nipples, as he looked down on her while he displayed no expression. She wanted to scream at him to show some feelings, besides the small red scores which undulated in his eyes.

He hadn’t seemed to understand her torment, as he grasped her elbow and lifted her arm. His touch felt so stirring, it made her want to roll and arch her body for him.

“I made these wounds releasing you from the Izards torture chair. I must repair them.”

His other hand began to unwind the bindings around her wrist that were basically falling off, until her burned, sliced, and bruised flesh appeared.

“How can I
not
feel that?” she cried in horror, as she eyed her injured flesh. “How am I not writhing in pain?”

“It is a product of my blood flowing through you.”

His expression hadn’t change as she stared at her wrist.

“Will it hurt?” she asked with a fearful tone, while she smelled her blood between them.

What if he lost control?

“I would not harm you again.” His arched lips flattened as he looked at her wrist. “I won’t deny this will be difficult to control.” She saw his fangs elongating past his lips, and she whimpered. “I regret frightening you.”

His voice was a rasp, as if the words had been scratched out of his throat, while the red in his eyes grew brighter.

“Just tell me why?” Her eyes clenched, but then she forced them open.

“I know what it is like to be a slave.”

His gaze had reached inside her ... unfathomable. He knew. She knew he’d known slavery personally. Even though he appeared so collected and reserved with his outer emotions—he was haunted and suffered from past wounds, which were leashed tightly inside him.

Her breath expelled with release, as he spoke lowly, “The Duchess will think you are dead, and you will be freed on the colony’s rebel base, when we reach it.”

Tears filled her eyes. She hadn’t dare believe it could be true.

Freedom.

This half-Viper, she should fear beyond all reason, had offered her life back.

His mouth moved closer to her wrist, and she tensed again.

“Tell me what it will be like,” Anna gasped, trying to delay.

“I imagine you will enjoy it.” His tongue lapped outward between his fangs and it touched her injured flesh.

Anna flinched, not believing for a minute she could enjoy it. He had to be crazy. But her gasp ended in a moan, and she’d felt as if a warm caress had tantalized her wrist. His eyelids closed and she couldn’t tell if his eyes blazed redder or not. She could only see the black sweep of his lashes against the etched bone of his light-bronze tinted cheeks.

His fangs mesmerized her, as he carefully licked her wrist. It was so soothing and sensual. It felt like warm honey poured over her wounds, and it was beginning to make her want to purr for him.

***

E
cstasy.
Zyn licked more dried blood into his mouth.
Intoxication.

He drank only synthetic blood that was manipulated for the greatest effect to his DNA. It was unsatisfying, and simply a necessary action once every twenty-four hours.

In his youth, because of discipline training by his Keeper, he’d tasted the blood types all Vipers craved. Tellurians had that blood, and so did Osoft, although theirs was not quite as desirable as humans.

Even after all the years since he’d last tasted it, one taste of dried Tellurian blood brought him back to his youth. The hardest part in his entire breaking and retraining had been the blood.

His eyes opened slowly and he looked down at the woman and her whispered voice. He wanted to cup her soft breasts and feel her taut nipples. Forcefully, he ignored the desire, while he continued to slide his tongue over her wounds. Even dried, her blood exploded in his mouth with the most exquisite taste. He drilled down on his raising reactions, while he slowly licked.

He’d known denial, and he intimately knew how to deprive himself. He’d been trained by the best to ignore the thrash of desire for blood and sex, which intertwined in a Viper’s arousal.

“Is it difficult?” she asked in a whisper.

That she cared to find out if he suffered was unexpected.

“The taste is desirable.” His voice was rasped again, as he’d turned her slender wrist and admitted his weakness.

Her eyes were like melted blue pools. “It feels desirable to me too.”

He licked her palm, cut deeply by the cruelty of the Izards. There was hot, moist blood there. Not dried. Zyn swallowed a silent inward moan, while he argued internally that the woman’s reactions to him were not natural. It was just the trickery of his saliva. Yet a dissenting part of him, borne through that blood, still taunted him.

She desires you. You can see it in her body and on her face. You could—

A sound of refusal had formed in his throat as he glanced at the scratches and burns on her curved body. He would have to lick those as well.

“Intercourse.” His voice had barely been a harsh whisper.

Anticipation attached to the blood arousal made him feel things that were foreign. Her crystal blue eyes blinked slowly once, as he continued the slow slide of his tongue on her creamy flesh. He would never admit he could be trying to tempt her, but he never used the hypnotic effect his gaze could entrance her with.

“With me?” she murmured, and she looked dazed, as if he were really hypnotizing her. He nodded with his eyes straying to her taut nipples, then the velvety softness of her belly. “You would bite me,” she accused, but it had little objecting force.

He stopped the slide of his tongue. “You have my word I would not bite you.”

Fool.
Zyn wondered where that raucous voice had come from. He was simply seeking sex to relieve himself, nothing more, and he had offered her a great service by healing her wounds and freeing her. She swayed toward him and he felt the not-unpleasant feelings of anticipation return with more force.

***

I
f he set her free,
Anna thought, when she could think at all, as strange, dark, and alluring desires built stronger inside her. It was Zyn’s blood and his slow sensual licking, which tempted her. No, it was more than tempting her ... it built a fire inside her and made her want a half-breed Viper. Fangs and all.

She did owe him
. He easily could have left her to the Izard's torture and taken the more important elite Duchess, then left. She’d been broken and he hadn’t had to fix her. He’d called it “intercourse” as if it was a sterile event, and she’d wondered if his cool facade could be broken with sex.

Her gaze drifted to his fangs, which were so sharp and white, while she wondered what was attracting her to them.
In his blood
, he’d said. She was being changed by his blood. She vaguely remembered being terrified he was a Viper. But now that seemed insignificant.

She was an indentured servant, really a slave by all accounts and hadn’t been allowed any life, but to serve. It had been many years since she’d felt the freedom to be tempted by a male’s strong body.

It seemed as if she didn’t make any decision at all, instead she’d simply fell into him ... and he’d caught her.

***

Z
yn caught the warm, soft body against him.

The answer was yes
.

His shaft throbbed with a stimulated beat as his mouth dropped to a burn on her bare left shoulder. He lapped the abused flesh, feeling it heal against his tongue even as he tasted it, while he lowered her to the bed. Normally sexual release for him was something he had done only to keep his body in prime physical shape. Ninety-percent of the time he merely used his hand, while looking at a vid-crystal of a graceful dark-haired Star Dancer.

He’d never been certain why the Star Dancer’s supple grace and curved figure had enticed him to ejaculate. But as he looked down at the Tellurian, he’d abruptly realized that she resembled the image. Her dark hair with its polished red tints was fanned out on the bed and his gaze traced her delicate features down to the bruises and burns on her throat.

He realized he was troubled to have to heal her there. Lapping his tongue along the column of her slender neck with his fangs extended would be an exercise in temptation so strong, especially with his shaft aroused, that he might lose control. And that was unacceptable.

“I have money,” he said abruptly, with a voice so tight, it had barely come out.

The female’s plush lips pursed and released, while her eyes showed confusion.

Then he added in a voice now under control and devoid of emotion. “For sex with you. How much?”

Zyn saw her palm coming, and he didn’t move. It hit the side of his face with a surprising sting, while her body stiffened beneath his. He’d not thought she could have enough strength to cause him pain, but he was glad for it.

“Get off of me!” she hissed, and anger churned in her blue eyes as she shoved on his chest.

Zyn allowed the movement of being pushed away from her temptations, while he let the rejection shrink his erection. He’d made the mistake once of offering money for sex with a waitress who had seemed to pay particular attention to him. Her anger had been swift and final.

Then his second in command at the time, Arthur, had advised him that money was for whores, not nice females who wanted a date. Zyn had been confused, because he’d seen Arthur offer money many times, but Arthur had explained that he preferred whores.

So Zyn had calculated what his Tellurian’s reaction might be to the offer of money.

“I’d never have sex with you!” Her voice burned with distaste.

Zyn stood, not looking at her. His decision had been accomplished, and he felt some relief, while the subtle panicked feelings he’d had were beginning to leave him. Her wrists had been the worst of her outer injuries; the rest would heal as his blood flowed through her. He would not lick her again and tempt that half of him that wanted to see her as a delicacy to feed on with his fangs and his erection.

His spine was rigid and his face immobile.

He wasn’t surprised, a second later, when her small form had rushed past him toward the door. It was as far as she’d gotten, where she tugged on the lever to open the door, without budging it.

“I’ll go back to her,” she gasped. “Back to the Duchess!”

Zyn’s lips flattened and his eyes drew to slits. Perhaps he’d not realized how fully he had insulted her.

“I’m leaving,” he told her calmly. “You may keep the room without me in it, until the Duchess is off the ship.”

He turned his gaze lower from the temptation of her naked breasts, however then the attraction of her belly button and the soft muscles lower on her bare abdomen above her short skirt tried to entice him. Lower still her bare and shapely legs drew his gaze. He nearly cussed, and that shocked him, because of the emotion it had showed.

He reached to the side, while she watched him as though he were a predatory animal about to leap. He grabbed his shirt and a tac-pistol, then he stepped toward her and she scampered back along the wall. He punched in the code to open the door.

“The code is Freedom,” he told her. “However, I suggest you not leave here until after we land at the colony.”

She parted her full lips as if she was about to say something, but he walked through the open space from the door retracting, without letting her speak.

––––––––

A
nna fell back against the wall as the door hissed shut behind Zyn.
He was half Viper and a nasty man,
she tried to tell herself.

“It’s that damn blood of his making me feel—” Her fingers clenched into fists “—feel as though I insulted him, when he was the one that insulted me.”

“I have money.”

Zyn’s words had strafed her. She might have been an indentured servant and no better than a slave, but she’d never been a willing whore. Still, she couldn’t help wondering what had changed so suddenly with her fanged rescuer. She’d caught flashes of desire on his face and had heard it in his voice. Small bits, but they’d still been there, then he’d grown hard and emotionless again.

He was an enigma. Why had he saved her? Why hadn’t he just taken the sex from her that he’d wanted? She couldn’t have stopped him. Why simply leave and give her his space, because she had demanded it?

“He left like a—” She hated to admit it “—like a gentleman might.” Yet that was completely opposite from the way he’d offered her money for sex. “I should just be grateful he is freeing me,” she muttered and she pushed off the wall, then she realized she shouldn’t feel as good as she did, after the torture she’d been through.

It was another thing that Zyn had given her freely.

Anna looked down at her wrists and she hardly believed they looked so normal. Every human child had heard stories of Vipers who lured people to their death. It was said Vipers could mesmerize humans to do anything, and that Vipers thought of humans as the lowliest of creatures, like their brand of cattle.