CAPTURED: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys(29)

Caught like a fly on sticky tape-until she could finagle her way out-she  took stock of her situation. The burning pain in her leg and ribs  seemed gone, numb with drugs? Or had the machine disabled her nerve  endings? Maybe to prevent me from screaming when they eat me alive? She  really shouldn't have watched that marathon of bad space movies with  Cameron. Make that more like horror flicks about the different ways  humans could die at alien hands.

Of her fatigue, not a trace remained; not even any soreness in her  muscles from those hours of treading water. It made her wonder just how  long she'd remained unconscious.

In order to keep herself from panicking as the machine marinated her  skin in a variety of liquid slime, she turned her thoughts to her  recollection of the alien, a twisted version of Han Solo. She wouldn't  mind taking a peek at him again to see if he was as intriguing as she  recalled. Delirious with pain, she'd gotten a brief impression of  height, width and piercing blue eyes. And surprise! He definitely hadn't  expected to find her on his ship.

Heat suffused her, unnatural warmth, and she craned her head as far as  she could to see if the machine had set her body on fire. No flames  licked at her skin, but the weird goop all over her body melted, and a  moment later, the invisible force holding her let go.

Megan rolled off the table like structure and peered around. As rooms  went, this one sucked big time. Decorated in plain, off-white walls with  no seams, or even a door, she found herself disappointed. So far, this  space ship definitely wasn't living up to her expectations. Megan turned  back to the table, the only object around, in time to see the machine,  which had gooped her, recede into the ceiling.

Great. Now, the room appeared even more barren. With nothing to intrigue  her, and refusing to give in to panic-yet-she took a moment to take  stock of herself, running her hands over her body, seeking any trace of  soreness or abrasions. However, not only did she feel great, but she  appeared better than new. Seriously. Whatever the machine had done, it  not only healed her injuries, but also took care of other imperfections,  too. The scar from her emergency appendix surgery? Gone, along with the  one on her knee from when she'd scraped it bad in her teens riding a  bike, and that spot on her shin she liked to nick when shaving. Now if  only it could have tightened my ass and tits up, too. While she didn't  mind their size, the jiggle when she ran was distracting.

Whole in body, unsure of her spirit, and with more questions than a cop,  she prowled around the edges of the room, running her hands along the  surface looking for a seam or something to press that would allow her to  exit. She also really wished she could find something to wear. Somehow  encountering alien life while in the buff didn't seem like it would put  her at an advantage, so when she heard a whisper of sound behind her,  she whirled while slapping one hand over her crotch and flinging the  other across her boobs.

Given her generous size, that didn't accomplish much other than make her  alien kidnapper open his eyes wide before laughing, an apparently  universal sound.

"I fail to see the humor," she growled through gritted teeth. "Now, if  you don't mind, I'd appreciate you turn around, or even better, run  along to fetch me some clothes."

That shut him up even if he remained facing her. "Xfinew fika gdolpa?"  He spoke to her in a guttural tongue that sent shivers dancing along her  skin.

She ignored how his voice affected her and concentrated on the fact she  didn't understand a damned thing he said. "I don't know what the hell  you just said, so do you want to try again in English instead of  whatever alien language you're using." She tapped a bare foot as she  glared at him imperiously-naked or not, she refused to show fear even if  inside, she quivered at the situation.

He snarled some foreign words before throwing something at her and  stalking out of the room. Fabric hit her as she watched in stunned  amazement how the previously unseen door just slid across the opening,  leaving the wall seamless again.

Unsure of when the annoyed alien freak would return, she scrambled to  get into the clothes, his she surmised judging by the size and style: a  white tunic shirt that hung to her knees and pants that hugged her  rounded ass but went well past her ankle. She sat down and rolled the  bottoms until her feet peeked out. As attire went, she was well covered  if braless.

As she waited for the Martian to return, her mind took the time to  dissect his appearance properly. First, immense didn't begin to describe  him. The man had to tower over her by at least a foot or more, and at  five foot eight, she wasn't some dainty little flower. And talk about  wide. Holy freaking chest. She had only to look down at the shirt that  draped her body to swallow in awe at the width of his torso. Big from  muscle or fat? Or does he have like alien parts hidden under there?

She couldn't deny a curiosity to find out. Ignoring his body for a  minute, she thought on his face and the color of his skin. Purple, he's  freaking purple. Not a light pansy violet, but a deep rich mauve that  made his almost opaque blue eyes pop. His dark hair, with its slight  wave, hung almost to his shoulders, the color matching the neatly  trimmed goatee on his square chin. He wore a silver ring in one nostril  and another in his arched brow. His lips appeared black, but his teeth  gleamed brightly-and pointed. Definitely a carnivore with chompers like  that. And when he spoke in that strange gibberish, he'd rumbled low and  sexy, a gruff voice to go with his tough ass look. She vaguely recalled  calling him Han Solo on crack, but she revised that to Johnny Depp in  his pirate role commuted to space. Dark, dangerous, and wickedly hot  looking. Given his alien characteristics, she had to wonder just what  other surprises he hid other than his skin color and teeth, like maybe a  forked dick or acidic jizz. She slapped a hand over her mouth before  she could giggle aloud, not sure if he or some other E.T. watched her  from some hidden camera.

Good looks aside, she wasn't here on an intergalactic cruise to pick up  sexy aliens-even if she couldn't deny curiosity. She'd narrowly escaped  her last lover, and now that she had a second chance at life, she needed  to swear off men-even hot space ones-for a while. A long while. Hell,  maybe I'll check out what it's like on the other side. Maybe I'd have  better luck with another woman. The idea didn't enthuse her.

With no warning, the wall slid open again and her dark pirate stepped  in, his clear eyes glittering. He tossed something small at her and she  lifted her hands to catch it-and missed. She'd never excelled at sports,  outside the bedroom that was. Naked, she could keep up with any skinny  bitch.

The little black object clattered to the floor and she heard an  exasperated sigh. "Well, excuse me for not being Miss Agile. You try  getting almost drowned by your boyfriend, sucked into some spaceship by a  tractor beam, and then having some weird machine experiment on you. I  guarantee your reflexes would suck, too."

He didn't reply, just crossed his arms across his massive chest and  inclined his head at the object on the floor. She stooped to pick it up  and turned it in her hand, not recognizing the item at all. "What is  it?"

Another sigh sounded followed by movement. She flicked her gaze at him  and sucked in a breath as she discovered him coming at her, almost seven  feet of bristling, purple alien pirate. In a disgustingly girly  reaction, she backed up. He growled, and in reflex, she growled back.  Her response made his brows shoot up. She couldn't help the smirk that  crossed her face as she threw him off balance.

In a lightning quick move, his hand shot out toward her and she squeaked before she dashed behind the table she'd woken up on.

"Don't come near me," she yelled. "You-you giant, purple weirdo."

"Kddwol sgewo." He spoke gibberish again and motioned her forward with his hand.

She snorted. Not likely. He snarled, baring his pointed teeth. With  nothing to protect herself, she threw the black thing at him. He caught  it with a blurring movement of his hand and she gulped. He displayed  remarkable reflexes. He moved around the table, and she shuffled her  feet, keeping herself away.

It wasn't like her to act so cowardly, but truly, the guy-if an alien  could be called a guy-was freaking huge, and he didn't look happy. She  screamed when he leapt over the table and snagged an arm around her  waist. She continued to shriek and thrash as he whirled her around. He  yanked her back into his hard chest, his one arm an immovable anchor  around her waist. His other hand fiddled at her ear, and she screamed.  "Let go of me you freakish brute."

"Would you shut up, you annoying female, before I give into my first impulse to kill you."

As his words penetrated her panic, she stilled, her chest heaving. "I understood you," she whispered.         

     



 

"Of course you did, silly human. If you hadn't panicked, like your kind  are wont to do, I would have shown you how to insert the translator  yourself."