The Alien's Captive

by Ruth Anne Scott

  She would leave the Avitras when this was all over. Once she didn’t have to worry about Menlo anymore, she would turn her back on the Avitras once and for all. She’d only stayed this long in the fading hope that Frieda would turn up again. That hope died when Anna looked at Menlo’s face. Frieda wasn’t coming back. She was gone. Most likely, she was dead. Anna would never get back to Earth, and she had only two relatives left alive on this planet. Her other sister Emily lived with the Ursidreans, and her cousin Aimee Sandoval lived with the Lycaon. The Lycaon welcomed the marooned human women with open arms. She would go back to them.

  Her vision cleared, and Menlo’s face hovered before her eyes again. How could this situation resolve except in his death? He was right. Aquilla would never let him go. He would rally his men to kill Menlo. Her throat tightened. She couldn’t be swayed by false hopes of him getting free and back to his own people. Piwaka giving her the sillian was one thing. Freeing Menlo was another matter altogether. All the other Guards would support Aquilla, and not even Piwaka could stand against them all.

  Menlo’s breath puffed into her face when he whispered, “Are you there, Anna?”

  She tried to smile, but inside, sobs choked her heart. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

  “Is everything all right?” he asked.

  She couldn’t stand it any longer. She clamped her eyes shut and leaned forward. Her lips touched his, and he froze in surprise. Then, in a whirlwind of arms and bodies, they clutched each other in a frenzy of longing and desperation. Another day, another hour, another minute into the future no longer existed. They might die together, but at least they would have each other.

  His mouth lingered on hers for only a moment. Then he gnawed down her neck to her chest. She devoured every inch of his skin she could find. She ran her fingers through his hair the way she dreamed of the night before. She spread her legs around his waist to draw him into herself.

  They clawed at one another in desperate hunger. Anna would never have known he was worn down with hunger and pain and exhaustion. He crushed her against his big hard body with his mighty arms and reared up onto his knees. Her skirt rode up her thighs to her waist. Menlo’s large hands gripped her ass and he pulled her against his erection. She took control and devoured his mouth. She rubbed against his hardness and moaned. Riding him she showed him what she wanted. He groaned and kissed her harder, more demanding as if this was going to be his one and only chance. When he pulled back he was breathing heavily and she could feel his heart racing against her breasts.

  He didn’t wait long before he pulled Anna’s shirt over her head and pulled her skirt down her hips. Anna had to wiggle to get it down her curves. Now she stood before him naked, and feeling a little vulnerable. She became aware that she wasn’t model thin, and her skin wasn’t perfectly tan and flawless. He froze and stared at her. The heat in his eyes told her she was everything he ever wanted.

  He was the biggest man she had ever seen. He was strong, hard, and muscular. She ran her fingers down his abs to the button on his pants. She popped the button and his erection jumped at her, she wrapped her small hand around him but he flipped her over on her back, and she yelped in ecstasy when she felt his tongue lick her pussy, and he didn’t stop. His tongue swirled and licked her thoroughly. Her body shook and she wrapped her fingers into his hair trying to pull him away only to push her pussy closer. She flipped on her back wanting to see him working on her. She lifted her hips crying out when he stuck his tongue inside of her. She arched off the wood floor and pushed further into his face grinding against his mouth as she came. Pleasure wove through Anna as Menlo continued to lick and then sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Finally after all this time he was going to make love to her. There in the small room floor Menlo pushed into Anna. Her body tightened, but he slid in inch by inch. Taking his time and enjoying the feel of her wet pussy wrapping around him. He thrust deeper and she gasped when he was fully seated. Her body still tingled from her last orgasm and her inner muscles milked his cock tightening around him.

  He clenched his jaw and pulled out only to slowly thrust back in. He made love to her. Their pace became synchronized as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. His eyes never left hers and when he kissed her it was soft. His touch was light and sensual. She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper inside of her and holding him close. Her nails scratched his back and he grunted. Her feet were constantly slapping against his bare backside and she could feel the hardness of those heart shaped globes.

  This was a spontaneous, spur of the moment kind of thing that most women would give anything to get from their significant other. Anna had always been closed off emotionally, but this was an exception. It’s not often and it’s usually not for long, but she felt that Menlo might be someone special.

  His eyes widened and she felt his cock grow even larger inside of her. His eyes glazed over and then he thrust in and out of her with such a force that she could do nothing but lay there and take it. She locked her legs around him and held on as he took her, and when he came, she gave it her all to not scream as Menlo owned her body and soul.

  She didn’t know how many times she came, as she lost count after the third one. He was consciously aware of his own body and he was now trying his level best to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted her to enjoy herself and this was the first time that any man had wanted more than just their own pleasure. They rolled over and over on the floor in a frantic search for one another.

  He drove down on top of her, but nothing could satisfy her desire for him. She rose to meet him and pulled him down harder with all her strength. His smell of mountains and trees and rivers wafted into her nostrils, and she reeled into oblivion on an intoxicating wave of rapture.

  Chapter 12

  Anna stared up at the timber ceiling. Menlo rested his head on her chest, but neither slept. Light peeked under the door. The day was fading. When the sun dipped below the treetops, the air would cool. When Penelope Ann figured out where she was, she couldn’t keep it a secret from Aquilla forever.

  Still, Anna couldn’t tear herself away from Menlo. She ran her fingers through the rough hair along the back of his neck and shoulders. Her body embraced his where she kept contact with him all the way down to her feet.

  His breathing rose and fell in even waves, but he must have been watching the light, too. For the first time, he spoke. “They’ll be looking for you.”

  “I know,” she murmured.

  “You can’t put it off any longer,” he told her.

  “I don’t want to leave,” she replied.

  “I don’t want you to leave, either,” he told her. “But staying would be worse.”

  She sighed. “I know.”

  “I’m sure Aquilla has got his men rounded up by now,” he went on. “They’ll come for me pretty soon, and you don’t want them to find you here. I don’t want them to find you here, either.”

  “I would rather go with you,” she told him. “Whatever happens, let’s stay together.”

  He shook his head against her chest. “We can’t play that game anymore. We had a nice time, but that would be pushing it too far.”

  “Was it just a nice time?” she asked.

  “You know what I mean,” he replied.

  “All right.” She sighed again. “I better go.”

  They sat up together, and he kissed her long and deep. They sat on the floor, shoulder to shoulder. This could be the last time they sat together in this world.

  “What will happen when they come for you?” she asked.

  He shrugged. “He’ll make a show of interrogating me. He’ll ask the same questions to show how stubborn I am, and that he’s not getting anywhere by dallying around.”

  “Would it make any difference if you told him what he wants to know?” she asked.

  He looked away. “He doesn’t care about anything anymore but provoking Donen. It wouldn’t do me any good to tell him about Faruk.”


  Anna froze. “Faruk? What about him?”

  “I won’t bother telling Aquilla about him,” Menlo replied. “I doubt he’ll go through much of a charade of prying the information out of me. He’ll be too anxious to move on to the main event.”

  Anna shook her head, but it didn’t work to clear her thoughts. “What about Faruk?”

  He frowned. “What’s the matter?”

  “You said it wouldn’t do you any good to tell him about Faruk,” she repeated.

  “That’s what I said,” he replied.

  “What would you tell him about Faruk?” she asked. “What would he care about Faruk?”

  He narrowed his eyes at her. “What is the matter with you? Why do you keep repeating the same words over and over again?”

  She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. She summoned all her will to stop herself from shrieking at him. “What about Faruk, Menlo? What would it do no good to tell Aquilla about Faruk?”

  He stared at her wild eyes. “He’s been trying to find out about Faruk. He brought me here under the pretext of getting me to tell him what I know.”

  “He brought you here under the pretext of telling him who killed his brother in the war,” Anna returned. “Are you telling me Faruk killed Aquilla’s brother?”

  He frowned again. “I thought you knew that.”

  Anna leapt to her feet and paced around the room. She couldn’t stop shaking her head in agitation. “You never told me the killer was Faruk.”

  “What difference does it make who it was?” he asked. “It was an Ursidrean. That’s all Aquilla cares about.”

  She squatted down in front of him and hissed into his face. “I care! Do you hear me? If Faruk is the killer, this changes everything.”

  “How?” he asked. “I’m just as dead if it was Faruk or somebody else.”

  She grabbed him by the shoulders again. “Don’t you understand? Faruk is my sister Emily’s mate. You knew that. Why didn’t you tell me Faruk killed Aquilla’s brother?”

  He pressed his lips together. “I didn’t want to tell you point blank. I didn’t want to frighten you into thinking your sister might be in danger.”

  “My sister isn’t in danger,” she shot back. “She’s safe in Ursidrean territory with Faruk. I’m the one in danger here with you.”

  He put out his hands to her. “Anna....”

  She smacked his hands away. “Don’t Anna me. How could you keep this secret from me? How could you sleep with me just now with that secret hanging over our heads?”

  He leaned back against the wall. “How was I supposed to know how you really felt about me until now? How was I supposed to know you would really stick by me? You did a couple of nice things for me, but you might still have run to Aquilla with the information if I’d told you. I wasn’t sure until now that you really cared about me enough to stand by me.”

  Her anger and surprise crystallized into icy rage—not at him, but at Aquilla and Penelope Ann and all the rest of the Avitras. This was the last straw. She crouched down in front of him again and pulled the sharp weapon out of her boot. His eyes popped open when she pressed it into his hand. “Take this.”

  “What am I supposed to do with it?” he asked. “Am I supposed to vanquish Aquilla in single combat? I won’t get a chance to do that.”

  She shook her head, but she was already on her feet and heading toward the door. “I don’t know what you’re supposed to do with it. Just take it. You’ll need it.”

  “Hey, wait,” he called after her. “Aren’t you going to tie me up again?”

  She paused at the door. “I’ll find a way to get you out of here. I’m not going to wait around for Aquilla to come and kill you. I’m not sure how I’ll do it, but you’re leaving here tonight. Don’t get comfortable, because I could come for you at any time. Keep that knife handy and be ready.”

  She hurried out of the store room. She barred the door the way she found it, but she took no other precautions. She raced around the house with her mind whirling. So the man Aquilla wanted most of all, the man against whom he wanted revenge for killing his brother, was Faruk, her own sister Emily’s Ursidrean mate.

  This changed everything. It sealed the compact she and Menlo created by sleeping together in the store room. If she wouldn’t throw her life and future in with his for that, this erased all doubt in her mind. She couldn’t let him die here. She couldn’t let him spend one more night in that store room. Her time with him hadn’t been some risky fling. She couldn’t turn her back.

  What happened to Menlo, happened to her. They were one and the same now. Emily had Faruk, Penelope Ann had Aquilla, and now she had Menlo. The love that grounded all these women to Angondra and made this faraway planet their home was hers at last.

  Ever since she came over from the Lycaon, Penelope Ann tried to introduce Anna and Frieda to eligible men in the Avitras village. She even asked Aquilla to introduce them to men in other villages. They would never truly settle until they mated with Angondran men. No one could have foreseen Anna would find that grounding love in a man from another faction.

  All those considerations melted in the golden sunlight. All those cares and concerns evaporated into the past. Only one thought dominated her mind: Menlo. She was his last and only hope. She had to get him out of here, no matter what it cost her.

  She raced around the house. She had no time to cover her tracks. She had to get back inside and find out where Aquilla was and what he was up to. The only way she could gain any advantage on him was to put the squeeze on Penelope Ann.

  She cast one glance over her shoulder. The store room door stood barred the way she found it. No one would know by looking at it that Menlo stood armed and free inside it. Her last image of him flashed through her mind. He stood on his own two feet, not crouched and bound the way Aquilla wanted him. He faced the door, ready for anything that came through it. She pitied anyone beside herself who went through that door.

  She didn’t turn around fast enough, and she didn’t watch where she was going. She flew around the corner and ran straight into Aquilla. He growled once in surprise and pushed her back before she collected her thoughts enough to realize what happened.

  “What’s going on?” he asked. “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

  She shook her stunned head. She had to pull herself together. “I was just going to find Penelope Ann.” That at least was true. She waved her hand toward the house, and for the first time noticed Piwaka standing there. He watched her with his big blinking eyes. He didn’t smile, though. He pretended to know nothing about her.

  “You don’t have to run to find Penelope Ann,” Aquilla told her. “She’s right there in the house.”

  Anna nodded like an idiot. What could she say to get out of this? “Thank you.”

  “I’m going up to the house myself,” he went on, “just as soon as I finish talking to Piwaka.”

  The fog blew out of Anna’s head. She gazed up at him. Then she glanced at Piwaka. “I’m sure Penelope Ann will want help getting the evening meal ready.”

  Aquilla nodded. “The Guards are coming around later for a meeting. Penelope Ann is preparing refreshments for that. She asked me before where you were.”

  Anna dropped her eyes. “I’ve been out for the day. I didn’t know she had so much work on her hands, or I’d have come back earlier.”

  Aquilla turned to Piwaka. “I’ll go fetch the sentries. We’ll need them here, too. We’ll finalize the plans before the meeting.”

  Piwaka nodded. “I’ll meet you back here just before the Guards come.”

  Aquilla rustled his feathers and took to the air. In an instant, he was gone. Anna turned once more toward the house, but Piwaka stopped her with his hand on her arm. He pressed something cold into her hand.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  He leapt onto the balcony railing and balanced there. He flexed his feathers. “Mix it with the Guards’ food. They’ll fall asleep.”

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  Anna couldn’t stop shivers coursing through her. She dared not close her hand around that cold object. It might dissolve and soak through her skin, and then she would fall asleep just when she most needed to stay awake.

  She found Penelope Ann hard at work in the house. Baskets of food and overflowing bowls filled the main room. Anna’s eyes widened. “What’s all this for?”

  “Didn’t you hear?” Penelope Ann asked. “The Guards are coming here tonight.”

  “I heard,” Anna replied, “but they don’t need all this. Why are you going to so much trouble?”

  “The Guards are coming,” Penelope Ann told her. “All the Guard.”

  Anna stopped. “All the Guard? Do you mean, from the whole village?”

  “Not just the village,” Penelope Ann replied. “They’re coming from all over the territory. Aquilla’s called a council of war. This is the final step in his plan to start another war with the Ursidreans.”

  “But why would he do that?” Anna asked. “Why would he want to destroy the Ursidreans and his own people in the process?”

  Penelope Ann shook her head. “I can’t explain it. He started out wanting justice for his brother. Now his hatred has spread to the whole Ursidrean faction, and he wants to destroy them. He doesn’t care what it costs to do it.”

  Anna pushed past her into the house. “We have to stop this. We can’t let his madness ruin all our lives.”

  “How?” Penelope Ann asked. “The Guard will meet here, and when they’re through, Aquilla will kill Menlo. Once he does that, there won’t be any way to stop the Ursidreans from retaliating.”

  Anna stopped in front of the counter loaded with food. She turned to Penelope Ann. “That’s why we have to stop Aquilla from carrying out his plan. We have to stop them from meeting, and we have to stop them from killing Menlo. If we don’t stop them, no one will.”

  “How can we?” Penelope Ann asked. “The Guards are already on their way here, and Aquilla won’t listen to a word we say.”