CAPTURED: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys(167)

He had approached Creon with the information he had discovered. At  first, Creon had not believed him, but eventually he could not deny the  evidence building up against Aria. They decided to set a trap for her.  It had worked too well. Only he, Creon, and Aria knew of their reported  secret mission to transport a captured prisoner. When the mercenaries  Aria hired showed up at the trap, they had killed all but the leader of  the group. Creon had extracted the information from him. The man's dying  words were of Aria's betrayal. Later that night, Creon had the location  of Ha'ven's prison, and Aria was dead. Vox never asked his friend how  he got the information out of her; he knew what he would have done. They  had found Ha'ven three days later in a mining asteroid not unlike the  one he and his men were currently imprisoned in. Ha'ven had been  tortured and was more dead than alive. It was a miracle he had survived  as long as he had, considering what Aria's men had done to him.

Vox jerked back to the present when the door to the rooms he and the  other men had been escorted to suddenly opened. He watched as three  Antrox males entered. Two had long stunning rods, and the other had a  strange-looking rectangular pink object on wheels. They were followed by  the female he had seen earlier. She was talking to a fourth Antrox male  who was following several steps behind her.

"Oh dear," she was saying as she looked around the room. "This place  screams classic caveman! Fred and Wilma really outdid themselves this  time. I'll have to be sure and send a thank you note for the lovely rock  walls. Really, would it have hurt to have updated the décor by a few  million years? I really am going to have to mark you down on Trip  Advisor. This is simply too blasé considering today's fashions and  travelers' expectations."

The Antrox male behind her was grinding his gums together as she  continued to ramble on about the furniture, floors, ceiling, and  everything else in the room. Vox's eyes followed the female as she  tapped a slender finger on her chin when she stopped in the center of  the room to look around once more. Heat filled him as her eyes swept by  him. He wasn't sure at first if the heat was from irritation that her  eyes kept moving by him as if he didn't even exist or his reaction to  having her closer to him. One thing he did know, she was his and he  wanted her now!

"Darling, you can put my luggage next to the bed. I hope you changed the  sheets. I absolutely refuse to sleep on someone else's dirty linens.  Oh, Sticky-pooh, be a sweetheart and take off these adorable bracelets.  As much as I like them, they really do clash with my outfit and totally  say ‘prison inmate' all over them," the female said, walking up to the  Antrox who was standing next to the one placing her suitcase next to the  bed.

She smiled up at him and innocently fluttered her eyelashes. Instead of  making the tall Antrox feel better, he actually took a hesitant step  backward, looking at the male behind her for guidance. The one who had  carried the strange large pink box looked relieved that she was focusing  on someone other than him. Vox's blood heated to boiling when he saw  her beautiful face glow in amusement as she watched the way the Antrox  moved nervously around her. Her plump pink lips parted to show off  smooth, even white teeth and a small indent appeared on her cheek. He  had never thought smooth-edged teeth were sexy before, but he decided  right then and there he loved the way they looked on her.

The Antrox behind her nodded once to the other male and stepped back  another step. The Antrox lowered his stunning rod and held out the key  to the locking device. He motioned for the female to extend her hands in  front of her. She did with a wide-eyed look and a nibble to her lower  lip. Vox's eyes followed the movement, and he almost groaned out loud as  his cock swelled to a level of pain he had never encountered before.

The female gently rubbed her wrists and wiggled her little nose. "I hope  you aren't expecting a tip," she said with a dismissive wave of her  hand. "Because I have to say, I am not sure of the hospitality yet, much  less the rest of the accommodations," she added as she put her hands on  her hips and tapped her booted foot.

"We must leave," Antrox 264 said from behind her. "You will keep your  mates calm and satisfied. They will be working the first shift so you  may be near them."

"Whatever," the female said with a casual shrug. "I want clean towels  brought in daily, and I'll need a line of rope and several blankets  delivered immediately."

Antrox 264 nodded at the other guards to move toward the entrance to the  cell. "Why do you need these items? They are not budgeted for workers."

The female turned and glared at 264 through narrowed eyes, causing him  to jerk backward another step. "Darling, put it in your budget unless  you want me upset. You won't like me when I am upset, do you understand?  I am not a nice person when I am upset," she said, taking a menacing  step toward him with her eyes glittering with fury and determination.  "Now go get me what I requested! Chop, chop!" she growled out with a  snap of her fingers, causing all four guards to jump and hurry out.



Riley drew in a deep, calming breath to steady her nerves in preparation  to meet her five new "mates." She was shaking like a leaf on the  inside, but she had learned a long, long time ago not to let it show.  She put her hands back on her hips, drew in another deep, steady breath,  and tossed her heavy mane of blond hair over her shoulder before  turning around to face the five males again.

At five feet ten inches tall, she was a big woman. When you added in the  fact that she was a solid size sixteen on a good day with double-D cup  breasts, she was Xena on steroids. She had learned to live with her  big-boned stature a long time ago. She didn't have much choice since she  practically towered over everyone she'd ever met between the ages of  four and eighteen while she was growing up. She had reached puberty  early and had to live through all the Amazon and she-giant jokes that  any sensitive young girl would have to endure. Only other sensitive  young girls didn't have Grandma Pearl raising them. Grandma Pearl showed  Riley how to punch anyone who made fun of her in the nose. When the  fourth school's social worker threatened Pearl that Children's Services  would take Riley and Tina away from her, Pearl showed Riley how to use  her mouth as the weapon of choice after that. Riley had excelled at that  much better than she had the physical forms of retaliation. Over the  years she had plenty of opportunity to perfect her talent, as her  grandma called it.

Releasing the breath she had been holding, Riley smiled brilliantly at  the five alien males staring at her. "Well, boys, it looks like Auntie  Riley is going to have to set some ground rules while we are together,"  she said, looking at each one of the males carefully to assess how she  was going to handle them.

Alien number one was about three and a half feet tall, had two heads,  and looked like a combination of a lizard and ET. He was cute in his own  special way. Each head had large, black eyes that moved nervously back  and forth between her and the other four men. He was a dark green with  areas of tan, black, and red on him running in long lines down his body.  He was wearing a small leather vest and cloth, plaid-colored pants with  child-size boots to match. He must have decided she posed less of a  threat than the other males because he emitted a weak squeak and  scurried for a corner of the room. She also decided he looked like a  "Fred."

Her eyes moved to the next alien creature. He-she was assuming it was a  he since the Stickman called him one-was almost eight feet tall. He  towered over all of them, including the other three males standing next  to him, but he just wasn't all that scary. He reminded Riley of the big  tub of Jell-O in the movie Monsters vs. Aliens. He was green instead of  blue, but he had "Bob" written all over his wiggling body. He even left a  light liquid that she hoped wasn't radioactive or anything behind him.  He appeared to be wearing some type of robe over most of his body. She  didn't even want to think what might be under it. It was his eyes that  gave her the feeling he wouldn't hurt her. They were big, round, and the  color of peach gumdrops with tiny black pupils in the center. He was  emitting a low humming noise that struck her as if he was terrified. She  wasn't sure what he was so scared of. So far, she felt like everything  was going pretty damn good considering she had been kidnapped by aliens.  At least Daddy and Dudley Dip-shit back in New Mexico couldn't find her  here.         

     



 

Her eyes finally moved over the last three males. She felt like she  needed an old fashioned fan like the women in the movies used to fan  themselves to keep cool, because she could definitely feel the heat  increase when she looked at them. The first one was hot! He had his long  hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. It was a long, golden blond  with different shades coursing through it. He had patterns on his chest  and left arm that looked like spots and was wearing a black vest, black  pants, and black boots. Against his lighter color they really stood out.  His dark golden brown eyes remained focused on her as she assessed him.  He looked more curious about her than "interested." Riley was thankful  for that because she had a feeling that her mouth and her one physical  ability to bop someone on the nose wouldn't stop him for long if he  decided to sink those sharp teeth of his into her.