Niya's Alien: Futuristic Scifi Romance (Dagrinian Love 3)

by Pixie Moon

  What? Is he crazy? My arm starts trembling. I can’t believe that I feel this weak. I should be able to keep him pinned for hours. Come to think of it his voice wasn’t strained very much.

  The flash of a yellow skinned alien with three red eyes and sharp teeth blasts through my brain. I look hard at the male under me. He’s not yellow and he’s not ugly or mean looking.

  My heart drops when I realize that his hands are free and that they are resting by his sides. My legs are touching them but not pinning them. Damn it! What is wrong with me?

  He is not pinned at all.

  A slow smile creeps over his masculine lips. Damn it.

  I go to pin his arms, but he quickly flips me onto my back and truly pins me to the bed. My heart hammers and my skin feels clammy. With my hands pinned to the sides of my head and my legs pinned by his, I’m totally at his mercy. A small part of me admires his skill.

  “If you get off me I promise not to hurt you.” I’m desperate to get the upper hand.

  A rich chuckle vibrates through his chest. The sound does strange things to me. I look into his eyes. I remember those eyes. A flood of memories crash down on me.

  I’m not on Earth anymore and this male does own me. Damn it!

  “Looks like you are starting to remember. That’s good.” His gaze scans my body and then returns to my face. “You are looking better. Do you think you can eat?”

  More memories bombard me. I was sick. Throwing-up-don’t-care-if-I-die kind of sick. He must have done something to help me get better. I vaguely remember being carried and seeing a few other males.

  “You did something to heal me.”

  “Yes, I took you to a scanning machine in our Mission Room. It told me what you needed. Several of the crew made sure you got the medicine required for your survival. Now what you need is food and water.”

  His hands release mine and then he gracefully vaults from the bed and leaves the room. The glimpse I get of his firm ass and muscular thighs makes my mouth go dry. Violet colored alien ass is startling but damned hot. My hands itch to touch him. Damn it, I need to control myself.

  I hear him in the other room. I picture the black couch and silver sink. The bathroom and his closet.

  Then I remember him chipping me. I raise my hand to feel my neck. There is a tiny bump but that’s all. It feels a bit tender. I touch my beaded necklace and remember to be strong.

  When I recall how weak I’d been in the sonic shower, the heat of embarrassment stings my nerve endings. I can’t believe he had to help me. At least he’d been honorable during the whole ordeal. Rylem. His name is Rylem…Trillobe.

  I must not get too comfortable with him just yet. Since we aren’t on Earth and he’s not a human that I know, I can’t trust him. No matter how handsome he is. No matter how much confidence he emits.

  When he comes back into the room wearing some soft looking dark pants and carrying a plate of food, I sit up. My stomach growls like a starving lion. The roar vibrates my belly.

  “I know you’re hungry, but I want you to eat slowly.” His voice is a mix of command and compassion.

  I don’t like the command part since I’m his captive—not his warrior. I don’t like being a captive. Not at all. “What if I can’t eat slowly?” I shouldn’t poke him but I can’t help it.

  His unique eyes flash. Something in me snaps to attention. I like the fire in his eyes.

  “Then I’ll feed you.” The growl in his voice is a warning but my body takes it in a whole other way.

  Desire spools around my core. With effort, I push it aside. It’s best I don’t look at the full curve of his biceps. He needs to put on a long-sleeved shirt.

  “I’ll try.” Try not to think of you feeding me something that requires me to lick your fingers. Damn it. This guy is hard on my libido. I have to steer clear of those kinds of thoughts.

  I offer him a small smile and he sits on the bed and hands me the plate. He points out some food and says, “Hilam’s human calls that yomine casserole. It’s good and good for you.”

  I look at the strange utensil and remember using it before. Being sick has messed with my memory. These vitamins will help as long as I don’t throw all this up. I hesitate with the mini spatula utensil hovering over the bread crusted casserole. My stomach rumbles in need.

  “Don’t be afraid. The shot I gave you should have fixed your problem.”

  It’s strange that I can’t even remember him giving me a shot. He could have killed me so easily.

  When my stomach roars again, I scoop up some food and take a bite. Mmmm. Spicy eggs with biscuits. It takes all the strength I have to not guzzle my food. That he is watching me like a hawk helps. I take a few more bites and my stomach becomes less demanding. Since I’m no longer starving I’m able to enjoy the taste even more. I break the muffin open and inhale the sweet scent of sindot fruit. I’m proud of myself for remembering that.

  All is not lost.

  His sensual lips curl in a satisfied smile. “Now that you’ve eaten some food, I’ll tell you why you are here.” He motions a violet six-fingered hand toward my plate. “Keep eating while I talk. Feel free to ask questions.”

  He watches me pick up a slice of sindot fruit and take a bite. It was nice of him to cut it for me this time. He must have thought I was in bad shape. He was right. That he’s so observant impresses me. It also makes me wary. If I’m going to make an escape attempt I’ll have to do it soon before he thinks of me as strong.

  “I wasn’t looking for a sesien min. That’s a female or male that belongs to a dagrinian warrior. Your job is to please me in all ways. Mostly sexual.”

  His hand drops down on my thigh. Even through the bedding I can feel its warmth. Another flurry of desire roams around in my core.

  “Sex increases our health in all ways—physically and mentally. It grounds us. Do you understand?” The masculine timbre of his voice adds to my growing desire for him.

  I lick the juice from my lips. His eyes zero in on the action. I didn’t mean it to be sensual but the intense look in his eyes stops me from being sorry he took it that way.

  “Yes, I understand.” I’m pissed about being his sex toy. “What do I get from this deal?” His eyes flash again. The warrior in me likes his fire.

  “You get taken care of.” His voice is husky.

  “What happens when you no longer want me? Are you planning on killing me?” It would be the economical thing to do. I need to remember that.

  “No, when we no longer satisfy each other, I’ll find you a new warrior or I’ll let you go. But only somewhere safe.” His hand lightly squeezes my thigh. “I don’t see you going anywhere for a long time.”

  His gaze roams over me. The heat in his eyes is wickedly sexy, not leering. That doesn’t change the fact that I can’t stay here as his plaything.

  A knock comes from the outer door. He looks down at me. “Keep eating.”

  CHAPTER

  6

  ~ Niya ~

  ♥

  My stupid pulse races at his commanding tone. Don’t let his air of authority turn you on. He’s your captor.

  I eat another bite of muffin and savor the delicately sweet flavor. Rylem said a human made them. Did they force her to? I don’t like that thought at all.

  Voices come from the other room. I stiffen and look around. The best weapon I have is the strange utensil. I set my plate on the bed and test the utensil’s strength. Yes, it will do. I free my legs from the sheets and wait. When they stand in the doorway, I look the new male over.

  Damn it. He’s as tall as my alien. Rylem has to be over six feet. I eye them and decide they are around six and half feet tall. That’s okay. Big guys can be taken down as well. The light violet hued male smiles all the way to his midnight blue eyes. Since he’s an alien, I can’t trust him at all.

  “Hi, I’m Zefrom Ramte.” His gaze takes me in. Not in a crude way. “You are looking much better, little human.”

  When Rylem steps closer to t
he bed, I mentally send out a victory chant. I leap up, twist Rylem’s body so that I’m behind him, and hold my weapon to his throat. The mattress is soft under my feet, but I still feel like I have the upper hand. I can jump on his back if I need to.

  I don’t like the confident look in Zefrom’s eyes. “Take me and the other humans home or I’ll hurt your friend.”

  Zefrom’s eyes and body language stay calm and cool but he can’t totally hide the fact that he’s thinking hard.

  I need to act before he figures something out. “Don’t turn this into a bloodbath.” I look over my violet opponent. “Red or violet blood?” I ask.

  A slow smile curls Zefrom’s masculine lips. “Red.” His gaze goes to Rylem’s. A humorous gleam enters his unique eyes. “She’s more feisty than she appeared. And curious too.”

  I’m no laughing matter. “I’m standing right here, you sexist pig.” I’m starting to dislike this new guy.

  “Grauling right, and she’s got a mouth on her too,” Rylem says.

  Zefrom’s gaze moves over my lips. “Yes, but it’s a nice one.”

  “Enough. Call the captain, now!” I need them to do it soon. I already feel my strength beginning to fade.

  Zefrom’s gaze moves to Rylem and then back to me. “He saved you. Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Is he kidding me? “He saved me to be his toy. That’s not saving…that’s using. There is a huge difference between the two. Now get Kanda and any other humans onboard. Then I want this spacecraft to land as soon as possible.”

  If the others are feeling better than me, they can help me force them to land. The way I feel, I’m sure I’m going to need their help. We humans will need to band together. Just like a tribe.

  Zefrom leans lazily against the doorframe. I don’t buy his relaxed posture at all. “Do it,” I snarl.

  Humor enters Zefrom’s eyes. Damn it. “Are you sure about that?” he asks.

  “Yes.” I glare at him. Rylem shifts. I quickly tighten my hold on him and move my weapon closer to his throat. “Don’t move,” I whisper in his ear.

  A shudder runs through his body and his scent changes. A wave of lust courses through me. I shake my head and stare at his friend. “Call your captain, now.”

  Zefrom’s face turns serious. “The closest planet is full of human eaters. They love you humans to death. You three would be very welcome on Montar. They have great big cooking pots there.”

  My heart races as I watch him raise his arm—the one with the comm unit. If he’s telling the truth, we can’t go there. His finger hangs in the air over a button on his comm unit.

  Damn it. “Wait.” I keep a firm grip on the utensil. Sweat treks down my back. “How far is Earth?”

  “Your strength won’t last that long,” Zefrom says.

  Rylem moves and I tighten my grip. “Stay still,” I hiss in his ear. Another shudder runs through his body. I want to scream when another wave of lust courses through my body. What kind of strange hold does this guy have over me?

  Zefrom’s eyes fill with compassion. “See, your body responds to his. Being a sesien min is extremely rewarding.”

  I snort an unpleasant sound. “Selling my body for food is not appealing.”

  Zefrom tilts his head as he looks deeply into my eyes. “It’s not degrading. Sex is as natural and needed as eating, breathing, and sleeping. Rylem will be good to you. We will all treat you with respect, little one.”

  What he said about sex is true, but I can’t stay here and hope they truly respect their sex partners. “I need to get back to Earth. If you don’t want to see your friend get hurt then do what I said.”

  Zefrom seems genuine but looks can be deceptive. Rylem appears to be calm too, but I bet he’s thinking of a way out of this situation right now. No, I can’t trust them.

  He shakes his head. “Think…Earth is an ailing planet. You don’t want to go there and die. You could be here alive and healthy. You could help us stay healthy. We all win if you stay.”

  Damn it. What he said is true. Earth is in bad shape. My hand trembles. I’m starting to feel weaker by the second.

  I feel Rylem’s muscles bunch. “Shit.” Before I can react, he slides his hand under mine and pushes my hand away from his throat. Within a heartbeat, he removes the utensil from my grip.

  We start falling. I try to get the upper hand by twisting so I’ll land on top. The alien fucker is good. He counters and lands on top of me. Strong hands pin me to the bed. Fear shoots through me.

  He growls softly. Comfortingly. “I’ll never hurt you. Rest now, little warrior.”

  In a fluid move, he jumps from the bed. I notice that Zefrom has the utensil in his hand. Damn it.

  Without a backward glance, both males leave the room. The door shuts with a whoosh.

  Warmth circles my chest. An honorable warrior never hurts the sick or the weak, my grandfather’s words whisper through my mind.

  I touch my chest and relish the warmth. Is my grandfather’s spirit telling me Rylem is honorable?

  Both males did show honor. I shudder as I think about how bad things could have gotten. I did try to take their ship after all. Yes, the spirits are right. They are honorable.

  I smile as I think of the time right after my grandfather died. His spirit touch was shocking and highly appreciated. None of my other ancestors had ever guided me. Bear Fox’s loss was devastating.

  He and grandmother were my only guides. I’m glad he’s still with me. Even in space.

  Feeling better but tired, I move the plate over and settle into the sheets. I need sleep to sharpen my mind.

  CHAPTER

  7

  ~ Niya ~

  ♥

  The throbbing of my clit wakes me up.

  What the hell?

  I take in a calming breath. The arousing scent that fills my nostrils increases the ache between my legs. I feel warm skin draped over my hip. I open my eyes and see a powerful violet chest. The dark purple nipples on it call to me.

  My gaze moves up to his face. Black strands of soft hair cover his forehead. His dark purple eyebrows look right on him. I long to run my finger down the straight bridge of his nose. The stubble on his jaw leads to full masculine lips. Lips I suddenly wish to kiss…taste.

  My blood is getting hotter by the second. This is not normal. My captor shouldn’t be turning me on like no other ever has. I try to push the arousal away. I look at the ceiling. My gaze strays back to him.

  He is so powerful. And yesterday he was extremely honorable. That thought has my heart beating out a wild rhythm. My hands twitch with the need to touch him. Maybe if I just barely graze his skin he won’t wake up.

  I reach out and lightly ghost my hand over his chest. Mmmm. He feels just as good as I thought he would. I feel a flush work its way over my body as I continue to touch him. I want to pull him to me and devour him.

  Licking my lips, I focus on his nipple. It’s hard and feels good pressing against my palm. Damn it. I’m no longer ghosting over his skin.

  I look up and right into lust filled diamond shaped irises. The ache in my clit intensifies. I long to throw my leg over his hip and grind my pussy into his cock. With the lust shooting through his eyes I know he’s hard.

  A big guy like him would have a nice sized cock. An image flashes through my mind. A big dark purple shaft with a wide dark cherry crown. In the shower…I got a glimpse of him in the shower. Rylem has a very nice package. A shiver runs through me. My heart picks up its pace.