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Riley shook her head and pressed back as far as she could against the  hard wall behind her. "No, I've seen what happens in the movies. I don't  want you. I don't … " Her voice faded as Vox covered her lips with his  own in a tender, possessive kiss.         

     



 

His groan matched hers as he pressed deeper when her lips opened under  his. The gentle kiss he planned grew heated as the touch and taste of  her swept through him. He stepped closer, raising her arms up over her  head so that her plump breasts were pressed against his chest. He  deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue through her glistening lips and  running it along her smooth teeth. He felt his cock jerk painfully in  reaction to her taste. His cat purred and rubbed up against his skin,  wanting a chance to rub up against his mate. He stepped closer, forcing  her to open her legs for him so he could slide between them and rub his  swollen cock against her. He placed both of her wrists together, holding  them in one large hand and stroked her with his free one. He ran his  fingers lightly over her cheek, wanting to see if her skin felt as  smooth and silky as it looked. The soft touch shook him. He had never  felt this deep feeling of need, desire, and the overwhelming urge to  protect before.

He pulled back enough so he could look down into her dazed eyes. "I  claim you as my queen, Riley St. Claire," he muttered passionately.

Riley's brain cleared as his words sunk in. She began to struggle as she  realized the perilous situation she was in. She should never have let  him close to her. He was an alien. Aliens were bad. Aliens were always  bad in the movies, well, most movies anyway. She also repeated her vow  that she would not say yes to any guy without a ring on her finger. She  decided she'd better clarify that. She would not say yes to any human  guy without a ring on her finger, and she would never say yes to an  alien.

Remember Aliens. Remember Predators. Remember Invasion of the Body  Snatchers. Remember Freddy. Riley shook her head. No, not Freddy. He was  a human. Remember …  remember …

"No, no, no, no, no!" she said forcefully, focusing back on the alien  holding her. "Let me go! I do not belong to you. I do not want to be a  queen. I do not want to be claimed. I do not want you!" she added  forcefully. "Now let me go, damn it! The only thing I want is to go  home."

"Vox, guards are approaching," Lodar said, coming out of the bathroom.

Riley took advantage of his distraction to twist free and duck under his  arm. She moved rapidly to stand behind Lodar. Vox twisted around and  frowned at her in displeasure. When he moved toward her again, she  squeaked and pulled Tor, who was walking out of the bathroom, in front  of her as well. She stood peeking out from behind the two tall warriors,  glaring at Vox.

"Go do your business so I can get something to eat," Riley snapped out  from where she was hiding behind Tor and Lodar. "And I'm warning you, if  you try to touch me again I'll pop you on the nose!"

Vox muttered a curse, glaring at her in frustration. He turned away in  aggravation to take care of his needs. He glanced down the corridor as  several Antrox guards marched down the corridor toward them, and he knew  he wouldn't have much time. His observation proved to be correct. When  he left the bathroom a few minutes later, ten guards holding stunning  rods stood at attention waiting for him. A shiver rippled down his  spine. From all the reports he had of the Antrox, this was an unusual  number for six prisoners, since each prisoner, save the females, wore an  explosive shock collar to control him. The Antrox normally only  budgeted one guard for a group of twenty or more. If the guard was  threatened or attacked in any way, one push of a button would kill any  prisoner within fifteen meters. Without the right tools, if a prisoner  tried to remove the collar, it would also explode. Normally, the Antrox  paired one male and one female. They discarded the threat that the  female would know how to help the male escape. In their case, there were  five males and one female. If they could get their hands on the right  tools, Vox knew Tor could figure out how to dismantle the collars.

"Darling, I really am going to write a scathing review for this  establishment," Riley was telling the lead guard as he came out of the  cleansing room. "Your wake-up call is far too early, your idea of  bathroom accommodations is horrid, and breakfast hasn't even been  mentioned! How do you expect my poor, sweet, fragile mates to survive if  you don't feed them? I want the name, number, and address to your  corporate headquarters. They are going to hear from me! Why, look at my  poor baby. Fred, sweetheart, are you okay? You are definitely looking a  little green around the gills," Riley said, pulling the struggling  Tiliqua closer to her and petting one of his heads affectionately.

Vox ground his teeth together as he watched her gently stroking Fred.  "He is supposed to be that color, and Tiliquas don't have gills," he bit  out, feeling jealous of the attention she was giving the little  two-headed reptilian pactor dung.

Riley rolled her eyes at Vox's tone, put her hand on her hip, and  pointed an accusing finger at him. "You see that?" she demanded of the  lead guard. "He is just a grouchy bear! He needs to be fed. How do you  expect me to keep him happy if he is hungry? I want a full breakfast  immediately for my mates."

Antrox 157 snarled at Riley. He had been sent by 785. It was his job to  guard the Sarafin royal and his men until they received the credits  promised for disposing of him. 157 had no problems following orders from  his superior, but he was having problems with dealing with the bossy  female who had started in on him the moment he had arrived. She was  making all kinds of demands. He had been shocked to find additional  supplies had been given to her yesterday by some of the newer guards.  Unlike most Antrox, he did not always follow the rules governed by his  people. That was why 785 gave him this position. It afforded him extra  credits.

"Silence female," 157 said coldly. "You will keep your mates happy. I  only have to keep one of them alive. If you are not silent, I will feed  one of your mates each hour to a pactor."

"Well!" Riley growled back. "Somebody woke up with a stick up their ass  this morning. You touch one slimy little green nail on one of my boys,  and I'll rip it off and feed it to the pactor with the rest of you. No  one messes with my boys but me, got it?"

157 looked shocked for a moment before his face became passive. He took a  step closer to Riley, trying to crowd her. "One more word and I'll  silence you."

"I'd like to see you try, you overgrown piece of cow paddy," Riley snapped back in a temper.

Vox decided it would be in everyone's best interest if he silenced his  mate before she got them all killed. He stepped up behind her as she  opened her mouth to say something else. Wrapping his large hands around  her waist, he almost groaned out loud at the feel of her soft curves  under his palms. Instead, he picked her up, ignoring her squeal of  indignation, and turned until she was in front of him with her back  pressed against his chest.

"I think we will survive without anything to eat for a little longer,"  he said quietly in her ear. "I would like to keep us alive for a little  longer, my fierce tiger. We do appreciate your concern for us, though,"  he added hastily when she opened her mouth to protest.

"So help me, if that pile of walking sticks pisses me off or messes with  one of you, I'll plant my foot up his ass so far it will be coming out  of his mouth," she growled, throwing a heated look at the Antrox guard  over her shoulder. "You let me at him. I'll show him one more word!"

Vox could hear Tor and Lodar fighting to hold in their laughter as he  fought to keep her from turning back and attacking their guards. He  shook his head in exasperation. He and his men towered over the female,  were known to be one of the fiercest species in the ten known galaxies,  and she was ready to kick the asses of their guards because they had not  been fed when she wanted them to be fed.

"Come, let us get to work so we can eat soon," Vox muttered.



Riley twisted her hair back up into the ponytail where it had fallen  loose again when she bent over to pick up some of the rocks that the men  were breaking through. All five of the men had argued that she wasn't  supposed to work. She was just supposed to sit and watch as they worked.  Like she could just sit around all day. She was already bored out of  her mind. So, she ignored all of them and did what she wanted, singing  in an off-key voice the song from Snow White when the dwarfs were going  off to work. Fred had soon joined her, gathering the rocks alongside her  and muttering under his breath.

"So, how did you end up is this delightful shit hole?" Riley asked as  she dumped another pile of rocks into the bins used to haul it out.