Viper's Hope (Anguis Defenders Book 1)(11)

"SHIT! This is not fucking possible!" Viper growled and Lepus' eyes widened.

"Shit sorry." Viper held up his hands to indicate he meant no harm as he backed off the bed and walked over to his comm-unit. Viper tapped aggressively into the thing.

"Ophidian I need food for the human female and I need to talk to you now!" Viper stated a bit more tersely than intended.



Hope

Drogo's touch was so warm as he examined the small nick on her hand. He was breathing deeply as his eyes roamed her body.

It was one thing to admire his body from afar but now he was touching her. Hope warily stared back as he removed her shoes. His strong hands lingered on her feet.

Drogo's husky growled nonsensical words shocked her a bit. But the rumble of his voice wasn't truly frightening, it was deep almost sensual, causing the bed to shake slightly.

Hope was inexplicably transfixed as the image of him naked played in her mind, mixing with the primal rumble of his voice and his firm touch.

"God, I'm twisted. What is wrong with me?" Hope thought. Was she seriously lusting after her abductor?

Suddenly Drogo snarled and this time it did freak her out, breaking the spell. The shuddered look in his eyes turned into agitation twisting his face in a frightening way. Hope realized again she was trapped at the mercy of a potentially violent alien.

Drogo seemed to realize he frightened her and instantly said something Hope assumed was an apology by the way he held up his hands.

He got up and stalked over to the wall, then spoke angrily into the panel.

Hope was confused. She had no clue what had happened. One moment he looked like he might eat her alive, and strangely for some reason she welcomed it. The next moment he's bristling and growling.

Drogo paced like a feral beast occasionally casting glances in Hope's direction. More than a few times he stepped towards her then stopped, only to resume wearing a path in the floor.

Hope watched him nervously.

After several minutes of this a sound chimed and Drogo let in another man. This alien was darker than Drogo with shorter dreads that only came to his shoulders. He placed a tray on the table. Hope smelled the delicious aroma of food and her stomach grumbled, earning a surprised stare from both men.

As Drogo spoke to the other alien in his baritone voice, the other man's eyes widened and he looked at Hope in shock. She didn't know what they said, but it was clearly something about her. She'd have to be an idiot not to figure that out. The question was, what about her?

The second alien shook his head looking grim as Drogo gestured emphatically. He was unhappy about something. What had she done wrong? She couldn't move for cripe's sake.

The other man said something to Drogo then moved toward Hope. Instantly she was horrified.

"No!" Hope screamed but her voice didn't work.

She couldn't even shuffle back from this new alien.

Drogo may have kidnapped her, but he'd been nothing but gentle with her. He even seemed to regret when he startled her. This new alien wore a scowl that twisted his face, which was far from comforting. The devil you know is always better than the one you don't.

Before the other alien reached Hope, Drogo's hand shot out grabbing him around the neck with a menacing growl.

If she thought Drogo seemed threatening before she had been wrong. He was down right terrifying now.

The man stopped dead in his tracks, yet Drogo's growl deepened. Hope could see long sharp claws that had extended from his gripping fingers. They threatened to tear into the other alien's carotid.

She held her breath bracing for the worst.

Something had caused Drogo to go feral against his own kind. That didn't bode well for her. Hope's heart thundered in her chest as she started to hyperventilate.

Drogo's head swung her way. His brow was creased, his mouth formed a snarl showing his fangs. He turned back the other alien and tightened his grip.

A trickle of blood ran down the man's neck and Hope gasped.

"Oh god he's going to slice open his throat here and now!"

Drogo heard the sound of her ragged breath. He looked at her again, then at his hand wrapped around the other alien's throat. Instantly he released the man.

The man sighed and started to backed up slowly towards the door, all the while talking quietly to Drogo in a non-threatening voice.

He then exited quickly leaving her alone with Drogo and his violent mood swings. The last thing she needed was to be sequestered with a pissed off alien sporting claws and fangs. He'd seemed so calm in the woods.

"This is sheer madness. How can these creatures exist, constantly at each other's throats?" Hope wondered as she eyed Drogo.

Maybe the other man had done or said something to anger him? Hopefully that was it, and Drogo wasn't some unstable psychotic alien. But then why had he gotten agitated while alone with her?