“We’re here.” Her voice was but a whisper.
She felt his hand creep from her hand to around her neck and with one small tug, she went sprawling over his large body, his other arm banding around her waist.
“You are mine.”
She frowned, why would he say that now? “I see it in your eyes, little one. You doubt my words.”
She swallowed. “I think we need to get you home to your people. You’ve suffered so much and I…I want to believe you.”
“I have suffered, but finding you eases all my burdens. I cannot lose you. I would suffer more without you.”
Damn him, being all sweet and possessive. “Say you are mine.”
She sighed. There was nothing she could do but surrender. “I am yours.”
He tugged her head closer, pressing his lips over hers in a deep possessive kiss. She melted against him, her hands curling into his bare shoulders. No doubt remained, he owned her—body, heart and soul, so why couldn’t she bring herself to tell him of her love?
He pulled back. “I must stop or I will take you in this transport.”
She blinked and opened her eyes, trying to clear her muddled brain. “Yes, okay. Come meet Win and Marg. I know they’re going to love meeting you. And Win can help with what to do.”
* * * *
Trusting his little Providence was not a problem, it was the other human male he did not trust.
“Un-frikken-believable! I have a Kelon in my home!” Win, Providence’s male friend, gaped at Zelron. The human was a little shorter than him, but had far more weight. He also had facial hair growing from his chin and his hazel eyes were wide while he stared at Zelron.
“Duh, Win, he’s standing right here. Believe it.” Providence shook her head, but a smile played on her lips.
The other human female listened to Providence tell their story and went off to find them something to wear.
“I got clothes. I pulled out your largest ones, as he’s taller than you, but you may want to shower first.” Marg barged back into the room, dumping the clothes on the centre table of the computer room.
“Here, love.” The heavy-set female handed Providence a smaller bundle of clothing.
“I’m going to leave you two here to talk. I know the Kelons have a space station near our moon, so there has to be a way to contact them. I’m going to have a shower, I’m all icky from what they…well I need a shower.”
He watched Providence’s skin turn red. What had she not told him? He gripped her arm. “Did they hurt you? You said…”
“No, no, I’m fine. They did something else. I need to go wash it off.”
Damn it, why could she not tell him? “Little one, tell me, now.” He was going to go back to the lab and rip their heads off. He should have never let them live.
“Damn it, Z, they put shaving cream down there, okay? They were going to shave off my hair.”
She folded her arms and her skin flushed a deeper red. Guilt assaulted him for making her say it in front of her friends. He foolishly stood stock still and made no effort to comfort or apologise. It was his responsibility to make sure she was unharmed.
“Oh, honey.” Marg put her arms around Providence in comfort, and glared at Zelron. “I don’t care if you’re an alien, sit down and chill.” Marg pointed to the large chair. Zelron obediently sat. “Everyone is safe here. Go wash, hun. Win and I will keep your friend busy.”
“Thank you.” She walked out the door. Zelron moved to get up and follow.
“Mr. Zelron, I’ve been trying to follow your station’s progress, but it’s hard with the military lockdown.”
He turned his attention to Providence’s friend. She slipped out the door, out of his sight. It was hard to deny his instincts and not follow her, to make sure she was safe. She was his responsibility to protect.
He turned his eyes to the screen, easily recognizing Kelon technology—a space station. From the angle and focus, it must have been taken via distant lenses.
“I had no idea we had a station here, near Earth.”
“It’s been there for about eight months, now. It was built not long after the big firefight in the sky. Earth and Kelon have a peace treaty. They protect us from your enemies, and we…” Win smiled. “I hear Kelon guys are fond of human women, so there is an agency in Sydney, I think, where willing ladies can sign up.”
He was only fond of one little human female. “She is mine.” He growled.
“Gee, you are grumpy. We get you like Providence. She’s a sweet girl and has wasted way too much of her life trying to make her father happy. It was a weight off her back when he finally died,” Marg spoke up as she put her heavy-set bottom in a chair. “What she needs now is someone who can make her happy and not treat her as a possession.”