Desired By The Cowboy (Love In Collin's Ranch 2)

by Veronica Wilson

  “I see that your second brain has some other ideas,” Jasmine commented, trying to alleviate her anxiety with some quick humor. It did not help.

  “The body wants what the body wants, Miss Paulson. My mission, however, ranks high above the simple needs of the flesh,” James replied, turning his head toward the grotesque device and lighting his eyes up again. With an unnerving sound of metal moving against metal, the device reacted, extending one of its arms toward the woman’s nude body, activating it along the way.

  It’s not sharp, she sighed in relief, noting that the mechanical limb that hovered over her face appeared more akin to a highly advanced lamp. Unless, of course, it’s some sort of laser.

  She didn’t have time to think about that possibility, though, for within less than a second the soft yellow light that the instrument emanated had bathed her face, producing no unpleasant sensation whatsoever.

  “You’ll be glad to know that you’ve passed the initial round of check-ups, by the way.” James spoke while the contraption was doing its thing, the diodes still lighting up in his eyes. “You are a viable candidate for my research. This examination you are about to undergo, however unpleasant, is the crucial step to determine whether you are the one.”

  The what? Jasmine wondered while the machine worked its way toward her belly, and further down. She was just about to ask him what he meant when the sight of his now completely erect member caught her attention. It was humongous, and the man’s complete lack of paying it any attention had made it all the more eye-grabbing.

  “Does this turn you on, James?” Jasmine couldn’t resist commenting, despite having no idea of how her captor would react. “Are bondage and flashlights your kind of thing?”

  “Don’t be silly.” James smiled for the first time since he’d entered the room, finally showing a little bit of the persona he had shown her tonight.

  “This stuff is not my kind of thing,” he continued, now allowing his inhuman gaze to meet her own. “You are.”

  Wide-eyed and mouth agape, the captive woman did not know how to react. Was he telling her the truth all the while?

  He most definitely wants me, she reminded herself, that knowledge calming the anxiety that threatened to tear her down from within. She was once again capable of rational though, and that capability was a comfort.

  “Do you do this to everyone you like, or just the ones you really like, then? Because, let me tell you, James, this is not that good of a relationship opener.” She managed to smile as she spoke, hopefully softening any blow that her response might have on this man’s possibly fragile ego.

  The explosion of anger that she expected didn’t follow, her captor replying with a widened grin instead. At first it was difficult for her to read the emotions of someone with no whites in his eyes, but now his expression appeared genuinely amused.

  “That’s a good part of why I like you so much, Jasmine. You possess a strong spirit, one that was way too fierce for that place I found you in. You’ll fit in perfectly when I get you home.” As if it reacted to what he said, the machine gave off a pleasant sound. It was not unlike that of a jackpot tune they’d play in a casino.

  Home?

  “And here we are,” James continued, now even more elated than he was a minute ago. “Phase two is a match as well. That is two down, one to go.” As he talked, the machine rotated, drawing the flashlight arm back toward itself, while extending another one forward. The instrument that stuck out from this mechanical limb, though, sent shivers down the woman’s spine. It was a long, segmented silver tentacle, slithering in an unsightly way.

  “Please don’t tell me that’s going where I think it’s going,” she gasped, grossed out of her mind.

  “The sooner we begin, the sooner it will be over,” James replied, the diodes in his eyes ordering the machine to proceed where it had to go.

  Oh, please no. She tried to squirm, but the straps that James had set immobilized her completely. The mechanical limb moved with calculated precision, and the instrument slid inside her with ease.

  It was not particularly thick or painful, but the coldness of the thing, combined with the disgusting appearance she knew it had, turned the experience into a thoroughly unpleasant one. The segmented instrument buzzed and felt around, bending at unpleasant and not-so-unpleasant angles, making every moment seem like a small eternity.

  By the time it was over she was almost out of breath, her horror the only thing that kept her conscious. Furiously, she turned her head toward her captor, ready to spit in his face.

  “You… you sick, vicious bastard!” Jasmine was just about to go through with her plan, when the sight of James silenced her on the spot. His erection was gone, as he apparently did not take pleasure from doing what he did to her, which was a bit of a relief. His expression, however, was that of outright joy.

  “I suggest we leave the pillow talk for later, Jasmine,” he finally said, turning that inhuman gaze back toward her own. “Now is a time for celebration, instead. Congratulations, Miss Paulson, you are a perfect match.”

  A perfect match for what?

  “I suppose that you have questions.” He turned his head back toward the horrible machine, the diodes in his eyes lighting up again and making it fold back into itself and meld into the floor. Within a second, Jasmine’s bed moved again, returning to the position it held before this horrible ordeal began. “I suggest that you ask them now. We probably won’t get much time to talk once we arrive.”

  “Arrive where? What did you just do to me? What am I a match for?” Jasmine spouted the words so fast they almost joined into a single sentence.

  “We are going back to my home planet, of course. You will be highly welcome there, being genetically compatible to bear the children of my great race. That, of course, was my original mission.”

  For several seconds, Jasmine could not even breathe, let alone speak, the words sticking in her throat. James is an alien? The idea was completely insane. So was everything else, however. One more degree of madness didn’t make that much of a difference.

  “But… but you look just like we all do! Besides the eyes, I mean.”

  “Appearances are but a formality where I come from, Jasmine. When you reach a certain degree of technological advancement, even the sky is no longer a limit. The eyes, unfortunately, are a complete necessity. Altering them would be highly impractical.”

  “So your appearance is the result of surgery?”

  “Sure, as much as nuclear physics is the result of a caveman grinding a couple of stones together in order to create fire,” James replied, a bit too eager to continue conversing with her.

  One thing did not change, she noted. He is still completely full of himself.

  “I understand,” she responded, thinking things through for a short moment. “So, let me get this straight—the reason you came to earth is that you can’t get a girlfriend?”

  This was risky, she knew, but it was the only real option she had. James was not completely detached from the situation. He actually liked her, even if he did not admit it to himself, and that meant that she had at least some degree of influence over his alien mind.

  “I am here because the survival of our great race is in question!” he yelled out in response, his veneer of self-control cracking for the first time since they met. “Did you ever have that burden dropped onto your back, Jasmine? Did you get sent to scour a desert full of inbred simpletons, told to find a promising candidate among that rabble? Don’t make me laugh. The greatest crisis you’ve ever had to endure was getting through Saturday night.”

  She could have argued his point. She could have noted the darkest parts of her life, and all the ways in which he was wrong, but she didn’t. Instead, she merely asked him a question.

  “Is it worth it, then? Giving me up to whoever it was who ordered you to do this, despite your feelings for me?”

  Tightening his lips, James merely stared at her, disbelieving what it was that she had just said. She
was right, and his expression was as easy to read as an open book.

  “You don’t know the first thing about me, human.”

  “Really? Do you want me to take notes? Fine. First off, I know that you did not lie to me once since the time I’ve met you in that gutter of a bar. Sure, you’ve told me a lot of half-truths, but not once did you say an actual lie. I saw the way you looked at me, both clothed and nude, and you can’t fake that. Real, actual human beings take decades to perfect the skill and even they are not as good at it as you’d like me to think you are. Want me to go on?”

  “No. You’ve made your point.” James’ expression was similar to the one that people would wear around a graveyard. “Let’s assume that you are right. What then?”

  “You want me to believe that, feeling what you feel toward me, you would be just fine with handing me over to your employer, or whoever it is that orders you around?”

  The way that the alien’s jaws tightened at the mention of his superior betrayed just how unhappy he was with the way of things back on his home planet.

  “Let me guess, you aren’t exactly the first in the pecking order up there, are you?” She pressed her point, careful not to set him off completely.

  “We have the elite tribes, and they run the society. I am what you would call a… a ranger, although the comparison is rather crude.” The way that James spat the words out was completely unlike the demeanor he had presented until recently.

  “When we get there, some elite head honcho is going to take me for himself and you’ll never see me again, right?”

  “That was the plan, yes,” James replied, coldly staring at her.

  “And you are alright with that?”

  For a couple of seconds more, her captor gazed into her eyes, or maybe right through her. She couldn’t tell. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but closed it within a moment. Instead, his eyes started glowing, the diodes emitting a sinister yellow gleam.

  “This conversation is over,” he finally concluded, turning away from the immobilized woman and walking away, as another door opened up before him. Silently, he passed through that portal, not looking back once.

  Buzzing ominously, the exit slowly closed, leaving the woman with nothing but a sense of cold dread.

  ***

  She was not certain how many hours had passed, but by the time her captor returned to the room, Jasmine was thirsty and very tired. She could not even rest knowing what was in store, which made the experience even more horrible.

  Not saying a thing, the man’s eyes lit up again, causing the unpleasant buzzing sound to return, resonating throughout the chamber.

  In response, the metallic bed that Jasmine was strapped to started shifting, but this time not to the side. Instead, it rotated forward, placing her into a vertical position. Simultaneously, the floor opened up, revealing a small, black bag that obviously contained something.

  “We are here, Jasmine,” the alien’s voice once again overpowered the noise. As if in response, her straps disappeared back into the bed, causing her unprepared body to almost drop to the floor.

  “I assumed that you would prefer to slip back into your clothes before you stepped outside,” he said, gesturing for her to reclaim what was in the bag.

  Like a starving animal offered a fresh meal, the woman ripped the container apart, getting dressed in what was probably record time.

  “You don’t have to do this, you know?” Jasmine asked him while she was getting up, not knowing what else to do.

  “Oh, but I do,” he replied, those eyes glowing again, causing another wall to turn into a door.

  As before, the sound was off-putting, causing the anticipation that built up within Jasmine’s stomach to swell to even greater heights. She was on an alien planet, brought here in order to be gifted to some alien lord and serve as his personal breeding stock. There was no escape.

  Finally, the doors opened, exposing what lay behind and shocking her completely. What stared back at her from beyond the craft was not another planet, but a forest. Somewhere within the US, maybe even close to home.

  He couldn’t do it after all, the former captive concluded, turning toward the alien with elation and utter joy. James was glad for her—that much was apparent—almost as much as he was sad for letting her go.

  Oh no, I’m not letting you get off the hook so easily, mister! With a running start, she leapt toward this dark-haired hunk, embracing him with both her arms and legs, ready to shove her tongue down his throat. Her efforts, however, were obviated by his own as the alien immediately took charge of the situation, grabbing her by the bottom with both his arms and squeezing deep into that soft flesh.

  Like an electric diode itself, James’ tongue spread wave after wave of pleasure travelling down her throat, spreading and resonating throughout her body, focusing somewhere around her center. She could not tell whether this was a quirk of his inhuman physiology or merely the consequence of her own extreme arousal, but at this point she did not care.

  Holding her tightly, the alien carried his former captive’s body around the room before finally pressing her back against a smooth, slightly reflective wall. Swiftly, he repurposed those strong hands of his, grabbing her clothes by the sides and ripping off most of them in a single motion.

  Not completely certain what he held her up with while his hands were occupied, Jasmine looked downward, quickly finding herself faced with the solution to that conundrum: the area in-between her legs, oozing and dripping as it was, lay balanced on James’ own immense male member. Not wasting any more time, the alien grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass, lifting her body upward, a moment before proceeding to impale it on top of his gargantuan manhood.

  “Oooooohhh…” Jasmine moaned loudly, her insides stretching to accept this intrusion. Under normal circumstances, the insertion of something that massive would most certainly hurt, but Jasmine’s arousal paired with some of the lubricant left behind by that awful probe made the sensation nothing short of pure bliss.

  Taking the hint, James pulled out slightly, then jammed himself right back inside again, causing his former captive to give off another squeal of approval. Again and again he repeated the motion, each time faster and stronger than the last, causing ripple after ripple of electric glee to expand throughout her body.

  It’s so goooood, her inner voice, previously wary of the alien, now screamed out in joy, becoming more and more inflamed by raw passion with each and every second that passed. It repeated the same thing, faster and faster, following in the rhythm of her abductor’s thrusts, until finally the sounds converged inside of her head, exploding in unison with the most immense, mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced.

  As she screamed out, communicating the all-encompassing pleasure to her lover, her moist nether regions tightened, causing James to begin convulsing. Still jackhammering at top speed, every muscle in his body contracted as much as possible, while his massive erection let out a warm, sticky discharge within her body.

  Completely out of control, the dark-haired alien let out a single, extended moan, as the image of his pleasure-emanating expression whited out from Jasmine’s vision, her climax sending her on a different kind of trip to the stars.

  ***

  Ah, memories, Jasmine mused as she observed the far-away planets through the reinforced glass of one of the spacecraft’s many windows.

  Half a year had passed since she and James embarked on their extended, galaxy-wide honeymoon, and every day of it had been heaven. They’d had to remove the locator built into the spacecraft to avoid being found, but James turned out to be more than up to the task. Granted, there were some routes they had to avoid for the foreseeable future—those heavily used by his former bosses—but the life the two of them had was something straight out of a romantic dream…

  Together, they’d explored and made love on countless worlds, each one more wondrous and inspiring than the previous one, and with each new planet, the pair’s hunger for each other
grew and grew, perpetuating the circle of passion.

  I’ve come a long way from that rickety old place in the middle of nowhere, Jasmine concluded, trying to remember the faces and voices of all the people she used to know, and finding the endeavor rather difficult.

  It’s funny, she told herself, how important they used to be to me, how big of a deal insignificant little opinions were. None of them mattered anymore, and they never would again.

  Perspective will do that to you, she chuckled, unable to wrestle her gaze away from the sight of a shooting star that moved somewhere in the distance. As will the right person.

  James was in the next room, she knew, engaged in navigating the ship through the unknown reaches of surrounding space. It was about time for her to interrupt that strenuous activity with a round of healthy lovemaking. I’m sure he’ll be up for it. After all, isn’t he always?

  Her alien lover was enjoying this life as much as she did, that much was obvious. For the most part, though, he still did not open up completely, and information about his people’s ways, predicament, and culture were not topics the dark-haired stud was too willing to discuss.

  At least, not until recently.

  Just the day before, James had finally shared his real name. It was long and difficult to pronounce, but after several minutes of failed attempts Jasmine had finally managed to get it right: Jha’reedan Vaezz’t. A couple of times she tried to refer to him like that, but it turned out he preferred his assumed identity instead. Other information that managed to get through that powerful screen he kept up, however, did not seem particularly good.

  The “great race,” as he called them, were proud, inquisitive, and petty, not unlike humanity, and James was at times concerned about what they’d do when they realized that one of their best scouts was gone.

  From time to time Jasmine found herself thinking about that question herself, but she’d quickly snap right back and enjoy what was in front of her. After all, the life she used to lead back down on Earth was not worth living, while what the two of them had built, here in this fast little spacecraft, was simply perfect.