"Well, how the hell was I supposed to know?" she snapped back. "It's not like I've ever met an alien before. In my world, we don't shove things in people's ears when we meet them for the first time."
"Yes, I am well aware of your planet's barbarian status," he retorted with a disgusted snort.
"What?" she sputtered. "Look who's calling the kettle black. I'd say you aren't that far from caveman status yourself."
"I knew I should have killed you," he grumbled from behind her.
It occurred to Megan that perhaps she should shut up for a moment before he acted on his words. The silence, though, made her aware of where she stood, more against whom. Pressed against her back, the alien heated her even through the fabric separating them. The palm pressed against her stomach branded her through the thin linen shirt and held her firmly against him. She wiggled in a sudden attempt to get away, but this served only to have him bring her closer and her eyes widened as she felt something poking her in the back. That better not be what I think it is.
Instead of smartly shutting up, she took in a breath. "Oh, no fucking way. If you think I'm going to service you sexually, you are out of your mind. I don't bang guys I don't know, and that goes double for aliens. I don't care if you accidentally rescued me-"
He thrust her from him and snorted. "You think highly of yourself, female, if you think I would stoop to copulating with your pale form. Your mouth alone is enough to shrivel any man's cock."
Megan whirled and planted her hands on her hip. "Pale? I'm the one with some normal color here instead of freaking purple. And I'll have you know, my mouth has never received any complaints; on the contrary, my oral techniques are well known among my lovers." When his lips twitched into a partial grin, she grasped what she'd said and red heat rose up her neck to color her cheeks. However, she didn't cower or run. She stood straighter and faced him with a glare.
"Thank you for advising me of your aptitude. I shall be sure to add it to your list of skills when I auction you off at the first available port."
And with those words, he whirled on his heel and began walking away.
Auction? Oh, hell no. She steeled herself for battle and took off after him.
Tren bristled with anger, not at the Earthling who'd amused him with her brave posturing and inane chattering, but at himself for his interest in finding out just how good her oral skills were. He had no interest in the barbarian creature. Although, shoving his cock into her chatterbox would at least muffle the sound of her complaining for a while, something his turgid shaft urged him to try.
And there lay another issue-his attraction to her. It didn't help she'd gone from drowned, wretched looking sea creature to feisty and surprisingly attractive female. Dry, her hair was streaked yellow and brown in a strangely attractive manner and curled slightly. Her backside, which he'd not noticed previously, was round and inviting. As for her two breasted shape, he enjoyed the way her round breasts filled out the fabric of his shirt and how her nipples protruded through the fabric, begging for a mouth to suck them.
No. We do not play with the merchandise. Wait, that applied to virgin stock. From the way this one spoke, she was far from that state. Although, she might end up as frozen food if she keeps haranguing me. She followed close on his heels as he strode away in an attempt to escape her tirade.
"There will be no selling of me and my services," she screeched from behind him.
Tren ignored her and kept walking. What she wanted didn't even factor into his decisions.
"Ooh." Exasperation colored her exclamation, and a moment later, she attacked him, pummeling his back in a fury with her fists.
Seriously? He turned and her blows rained on his rock hard abdomen. He stared down at her while she vented her wrath and only when she slowed did he drawl. "Done yet?"
She raised sparking brown eyes to his, and he couldn't help notice the pink flush on her cheeks. He found himself captivated by the redness of her lips, their natural color, he assumed, now that she'd warmed up. He missed seeing her knee, though, which connected with his cock with unerring accuracy.
"Now I am," she sassed, sounding all too pleased with herself.
Tren gritted his teeth through the burning pain, and before she could inflict more damage, he grabbed her and upended her over his shoulder.
"Put me down," she yelled, pounding his back with her fists.
"No."
"I will not let you rape me you-you purple pirate!" she exclaimed.
"Like I said, I have no interest in your body. Not enough breasts for my liking. But lack of body parts or not, I'm going to sell you to the highest bidder." His words, delivered in a menacing tone, did nothing to halt her mouth.
"You can't do this to me. I demand you bring me back to my planet. I will not be sold like-like an object."
"Silence," he roared, smacking her bottom with the flat of his hand to grab her attention. When she screeched in rage, he smacked her again and again until she quieted. A shame because he would have enjoyed slapping it some more, perhaps naked. She did have the most delectable bottom. "Finally, some quiet. Now listen up, Earthling. Firstly, we're not even in your star system any longer, so returning you to your home world is not an option, which, believe me, I am already regretting. Secondly, I'm beginning to think unless I muzzle you or remove your tongue, I'll never have any luck selling you. Men like their females docile and biddable. And quiet, very, very quiet. A lesson you might wish to learn. And three, my ship, my rules."
"Your rules suck."
Tren's jaw dropped in surprise at her reply. Did this female not own common sense? Only idiots antagonized him-and never more than once. He made sure of that. "Anyone ever tell you that you don't know when to shut up?"
"All the time, but let me ask you, how would you feel if your boyfriend tried to kill you and then you got kidnapped by an alien who wants to sell you? Would you just give up?"
Then, to his horror, she burst into tears.
"Oh, no. No tears. I won't tolerate that. You stop crying this instant," he ordered.
She just sobbed louder.
At a loss, Tren, who'd reached the command center at last, dropped her into his chair and stood back to survey her. His captive smirked at him, not a trace of tears to be seen on her face. She'd faked it.
A grudging admiration at her spirit tugged him, but annoyance at her drama tempered it. "I see even Earthling females are prone to the same dramas as all females the universe over." Her reply to his disgruntled observation? She blew him a noisy kiss and flashed her index finger at him, which probably meant something back on her planet but just gave him an urge to bite her digit-then suck it.
Pushing aside thoughts of places he'd like to nibble on her frame, he discovered a curiosity about some of her earlier words. "Why did your male companion choose to kill you? Was it because you wouldn't shut up?"
"No," she replied, her spine straightening as he intentionally goaded her. "He wanted my money. Stupid me, I didn't know he was a con man until he decided he no longer needed me. He pushed me off a boat and left me to drown."
Strangely, the actions of her male partner angered him. Not that he let it show. "Lucky me, I now get his botched remains. I warn you right now, you'd better start behaving because if I decide to kill you, I will succeed." He gave her his most dangerous look and waited to see the fearful respect he'd grown accustomed to.
She stuck her tongue out at him, and Tren almost went crossed eyed at her temerity. "Go ahead," she taunted.
"Are you insane, female?" he roared. "I told you to behave or else."
"Why bother? You already said you intend to sell me," she accused. "That's not very nice, you know."
Tren shrugged. "Niceness doesn't enter into it at all. It's just business. You were a part of my catch, and I can't just release you; it wouldn't make financial sense when I can fetch a small price for the trouble you're going to incur."
"What trouble? Are the space police going to come after you for abducting me?" Her tone and eyes brightened at the prospect and Tren almost laughed.
He controlled himself, keeping a serious mien plastered to his visage. He did, however, snort before replying. "Policing is for those that are a part of the universal coalition. Your backward planet doesn't count and everything on it, including its people, are fair game. Most slavers just can't be bothered with your kind because of your mental instability."
"Our what?" she sputtered.
"Screaming hysterics and lack of basic understanding of how the universe works." He shrugged. "Actually, kind of like the behavior you're currently exhibiting." He moved sideways and avoided the foot she swung his way.
"Well, at least we're not rude, overbearing jerks," she retorted.