by T. S. Ryder
Zon's large hand closed around her waist, tugging her out of the room they were in. She let him pull her along despondently.
The warlord took her back to their room, where he shut the door with a bang and turned her to face him. His mouth was set in a thin, angry line and his nostrils flared. For some reason, Lisa was actually happy that he was angry with her. It was crazy, she knew, and there was no reason that she should be happy to see him angry, but she was.
Maybe there is something wrong with me. I like him being angry with me. I like it when he's a little rough when we have sex.
But she loved it oh so much more when he was gentle and kind with her, or when he gave her that smile that nobody else could elicit. When he held her hand in his and kissed her forehead, it all made her glad to be with him, made the ache of losing her world and family a little less painful.
"What is going on with you?" Zon grasped her shoulders. "Ever since I told you we were starmates, you have been acting like somebody is going to die. Please tell me what is going on in your head. I hate seeing you in pain. Is it Earth? Are you just realizing that you will never go back?"
"It's not Earth," Lisa mumbled.
"Then what?"
Tears began to fill her eyes. Stupid pregnancy hormones. Zon looked even more alarmed at that and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
"Did you change your mind about the baby? Do you—"
"No."
A long pause. Zon's breath was shallow. "Do you want to leave?"
Lisa shook her head.
"Then what?"
"I don't want you to leave me." Her voice was raw.
Zon pulled back, eyes wide. "Why would you think I am going to leave you?"
"Because one day you're going to wake up and realize I'm not that interesting."
"How can you say that? You are the most fascinating woman I have ever met. You're beautiful, intelligent and strong, and when you make up your mind nobody can budge you." Zon cupped her face. "I would like nothing better than to spend the rest of my life with you."
More tears. "You really mean that, don't you?"
"Of course."
Lisa wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. She didn't want to cry but found herself sobbing anyway. "I was only ever able to count on my brother before," she whispered. "Our parents died when we were young, and we were put into foster care. We went from home to home and were adopted twice. But nobody ever kept us. Nobody ever wanted us. And when I started dating… it was the same thing. I wanted forever and they just wanted a fling."
Zon's arms tightened around her.
"It was always my fault when we broke up. I was boring, too stubborn, I gained weight, I lost weight, I worked too much… Nobody would ever stay with me. My brother was the only person I could count on." She looked up at him, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Zon wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb, a furious expression on his face.
"If I could, I would take those men and tear them apart. Your fault? If they couldn't see what a wonderful person you are, then it's their fault and they ought to have been flogged for it."
Despite her tears, Lisa giggled. "That's what Tom used to say. Well, not the flogging. That it was their fault that they couldn't see how wonderful I was. I always thought he just said it because he had to, because he was my brother." Her lip trembled. "I miss him."
"I know." Zon gently kissed her. "And I know that will never go away. Sometimes I still wake with this ache in my heart after dreaming about my parents. But it will get better. I promise."
Lisa mopped her face and laughed, embarrassed by her meltdown. "I'm not usually like this, I promise. It's these stupid pregnancy hormones."
"Anything that makes you that beautiful can't be stupid."
A crooked grin emerged, and Lisa's heart jumped. Despite the remnants of tears still on her face, a swirl of heat filled her belly. Pregnancy hormones! She clutched Zon tighter, her gaze steady on his face. He saw what she wanted and grinned, picking her up. Her legs circled his hips, and he pushed her dress–a piece of clothing he referred to as a 'var'ki', as opposed to his more masculine 'var'kin'–up around her waist.
"We don’t have long," he murmured, shifting aside his own clothing. "We'll be at the United Species summit soon."
"Then you'd better be quick," Lisa replied, clinging to his shoulders.
Nerves churned briefly in her stomach. Zon was confident that his fleet could fight off anybody who came after her, trying to steal her from him, but he wanted her to be a proper citizen with rights, making it illegal to sell her, and the United Species was the only way she could be granted those rights. That in itself ought to have been enough to reassure her of his feelings towards her, but she hadn't been thinking straight.
In the next moment, though, his hand was between her legs, preparing her for him, and her head fell back, thoughts of everything except what was happening in that very moment fleeing from her brain. She clung to her alien warlord, moaning, grateful that he had found her at that auction.
His arms tightened around her as he looked into her eyes, swapping kisses back and forth as he filled her.
Chapter Eleven
Lisa ran her hands lightly over the swell of her belly as she walked through the silent, dim halls. It had taken several 'standard months' for her to receive her citizenship from the United Species, so much time that she was almost ready to give birth. The first thing Zon had done once she was officially a citizen, though, was to bring her here.
A group of religious archeologists had come to this world decades ago and claimed that they had found Earth due to the high levels of geo-nuclear radiation and the DNA they had managed to extract from the fossils that scattered the planet. A museum had been built, orbiting the planet.
This particular wing was a memorial to the dead, a crypt where pieces of bone were displayed behind glass walls, besides genetic reconstructions that hypothesized what the individual would have looked like. In some cases, they were lucky enough to find a full skull, but that was rare. In very rare cases they were actually able to put names to faces and had a little information that was salvaged from long-dead computers and records.
"How right did they get them?" Zon asked, walking beside her.
They were looking for the era that Lisa had calculated would be most likely to have been the 1900s and 2000s. Very few remains had been found from that time, but she hoped that there would be at least one person she recognized.
Lisa looked over the faces. They were mostly blue-skinned, which was apparently the most common tone among species. She smiled. There were a few individuals with actual human shades, but they were quite rare. "If this really was from my time, they have the skin all wrong."
"Did all humans have your color of skin?"
"No. My white skin was actually not that common. Although Hollywood would have us think otherwise…"
Her words died in her throat. At the end of the hallway, in a position of honor, was a projection of her brother. Her heart stopped and tears immediately blurred her vision. She ran forward, ignoring the faces that she passed. She hadn't dared hope to find him!
To her surprise, when she got closer, she saw that everything about Tom's picture was perfect. The color of his skin, eyes, hair. He was even standing the way he always had, his hands in his pockets, a slightly sheepish grin on his face, his shoulders bent forwards.
"You knew him?"
Lisa nodded, leaning back against Zon, grateful for his presence. There was an explanation of who Tom was beside his portrait. Lisa skimmed over it, soaking in the translated words greedily.
"This image was recreated from ancient digital recordings," she breathed out. "This unnamed man was credited with being the first person to correctly theorize how to avoid the temporal distortions in faster than light travel, allowing our ancestors to leave their planet without suffering the effects that plagued other primitive space travelers."
"I'm not sure I believe that," Zon mut
tered.
"I wish they had the date," Lisa said. "He promised me he was going to figure it out before my thirtieth birthday… I'm glad he didn't give up."
Zon squeezed his hand. "Who was he?"
"Tom. My brother." Lisa wiped away her tears before gently putting her hand on the glass that separated her from the holographic photograph. "I'm proud of you, Tommy. Who knew your legacy would live this long?"
It hurt seeing his face, but there was relief as well, knowing that her brother hadn't given up after she was taken from Earth. Knowing that he had continued his life gave her the strength to continue hers as well. She pressed a kiss to the glass.
"Goodbye, Tom."
Zon kissed the top of her head.
"We should name our son Tom," she said.
They had been able to see the holographic projections of their child for several weeks now and knew it would be a healthy baby boy who looked almost exactly like his father.
Lisa was growing more impatient every day to hold him, to watch him grow up and to know what sort of personality the little person growing inside of her would have. They had spoken a little of names, but neither of them had actually made any suggestions as to what exactly they should name their son.
"Tom," Zon repeated. "After your brother."
Reluctantly Lisa turned away from the picture of her brother and towards her mate. "If you have objections…"
"No. It's traditional for T'Shav to name their children after an honored loved one. Usually, it is after a great warrior, but given the situation, I am certain that we can make an exception without being frowned upon."
He grinned to show he was joking, but she playfully slapped his arm anyway. His eyes grew heated at the touch and Lisa hurriedly shook her head. "Nuh-uh. I can't possibly. Not when I'm this huge."
"Sex helps the baby and you both. Besides, you've been saying that you want him to be born already, and it can help to speed up labor. As for this beautiful, round belly…" Zon knelt and kissed her belly button, cradling her stomach in his hands. "I like seeing you on all fours."
Lisa shook her head, despite the heat that was rising in her. "Maybe later. Tomorrow. I'm too tired right now. We've been walking around here for hours… we should get back to the ship."
Zon got to his feet again, nodding, and wrapped an arm around her while they headed back. Lisa glanced over her shoulder several times, grateful to know that they could return whenever she was feeling too homesick. Earth might be a dead, barren world now, but at least she had this place to visit.
"There's something I should tell you…"
Zon glanced at her, bumping her gently with his hip. "You're not going to tell me that you're not actually attracted to me, are you?"
Lisa's jaw dropped. "What made you think I'd say that?"
"Well… T'Shav aren't an attractive species. Our skin is too red, our build too muscular…"
"Too muscular?" Lisa shook her head in amazement. "If you were on Earth back in my day, women would chase you all the time. You're the most attractive man I have ever met. Too muscular… Nope. Not at all."
Zon laughed. "So what is it that you want to tell me?"
Lisa stopped, reaching for both of his hands so he would turn towards her. He smiled, waiting patiently while she took in the sight of him. Her heart swelled and a silly grin grew over his face.
"I really don't know why it's taken me this long to tell you, or admit it to myself. I guess I was just frightened."
"Of me?"
"No." Lisa shook her head. "Of the magnitude of what I'm about to say."
"You'd better be frightened of me if you don't tell me soon." He added a playful growl in his throat that had Lisa rethinking her position of waiting until the next day for sex.
"I love you."
Zon's eyes widened.
"I don't know when it happened, but I love you, Zon. Whether we’re starmates or not, I don't know. But I can say without a doubt that we are meant to be together. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and I can't wait to explore this exciting new world with you."
Zon wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in, answering her without words. As their lips met, far out in the reaches of space a star glowed brighter.
*****
THE END
Kidnapped by the Alien Dragon
Description
The hunt is on, and what a delicious hunt it will be
Libba Ross is no quitter. When she wants something, she will get it no matter what. But when she’s abducted by the cruel alien Din who wants to use her and her curves for scientific experiments, she’s helpless.
Alien dragon Brask has a job to do. He is a Justice Warrior who saves humans from horrendous scientific experiments. So when he hears about Din’s newest catch, his dragon will not stop before he rescues her.
But his job soon gets complicated when this woman awakens flames inside his belly he had long forgotten.
Libba learns there’s only one way to stay with Brask and out of Din’s hands: get pregnant with Brask’s child. Strangely, she doesn’t find that idea all that upsetting... This exotic alien with his temper and terrifying eyes is slowly working his way into her heart.
Unfortunately, Din doesn’t quit easily. Powerful forces in the government are backing him and force Brask to return Libba. But if he thinks Brask will simply hand her over, he is sorely mistaken.
Forced together by circumstances and hunted by the government, do Libba and Brask stand a chance? Will Brask do the unthinkable to keep her and their baby safe? Is their love worth dying for?
Chapter One
The walls were so shiny she could see her face reflected in them. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open, although her screams had long since stopped. Her fists were bruised and bloody from repeatedly smashing them against the unforgiving walls. Even though anger and fear had long since given way to despair, she kept beating the walls, refusing to give up.
Libba Ross was no quitter.
She backed away from her own crazy-eyed reflection, scraping her fingers across her bare scalp as her stomach churned.
This was impossible. It was just impossible. She had heard the news reports of young women disappearing from all over the planet, starting with homeless women and prostitutes. At first, the theory had been a bunch of deranged, misogynistic serial killers all surfacing at once, though no bodies were ever found. But then other women began to disappear: college students and women who worked in fast food, at the grocery checkout or in other thankless jobs.
And it wasn't just in the States that it was happening. In Canada, the UK, China, Nigeria, Afghanistan, all around the world, women were simply vanishing.
Only the crazies thought it was aliens. Libba wasn't one of those crazies. She thought the most likely answer was that the women were getting fed up with their lives and simply leaving to start over. The wholesale disappearances were only because so many of them had got away with it already and emboldened others…
Now she knew better.
Her hands throbbed and Libba sat down, assessing the situation. She had been abducted by aliens and was now a captive on an alien ship. Throwing herself against the walls wasn't doing any good, she was only damaging herself. She needed to figure out what these aliens wanted with her, and what they wanted with women in general.
Did it have something to do with what she had been doing before she had been abducted?
What had she been doing?
She took a deep breath, trying to calm the adrenaline that was clouding her brain. It was difficult to do, but she managed to utilize the breathing techniques she had learned from her yoga classes to slow the racing of her heart and think back to her abduction.
She had been frustrated with her inability to decide what to do with her life. At twenty-seven, Libba thought that she would be steadily working to the top of her chosen field, maybe even with a husband and a child. The problem was that she didn't know what field of work she wanted to dedicate her life to. She
had three Bachelor's degrees, but none held her interest enough to know what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.
How long had she been in this ship now? Hours? Days? Weeks? The day they had taken her away from her home she had gotten three acceptance letters into three different Masters programs. Two were at home in the States, one in London. But once again, she wasn't sure that any of those were fields she wanted to spend the rest of her life in. She knew she had to move on with her life. Being a career student and drowning in debt was not working.
Frustrated by not knowing what to do, Libba had driven out to the countryside and hiked up a mountain. Most people thought she wasn't an active person, given her size, but she always enjoyed strenuous physical activity. Going alone, though, was probably her first mistake. As she was walking, she heard the beating of giant wings. She turned to see a dragon diving at her.
Not running was her second mistake. But she had been too stunned to run, and the dragon had snatched her in its claws and swooped off. The next thing she knew, it had deposited her in a ship and turned into a man with orange scales and blood-red eyes. He told her that they were leaving the solar system. When she tried to free herself, he injected her with something that caused her to lose consciousness. She had woken up here, alone.
So what was she supposed to do now?
Libba's eyes snapped open when she heard the hiss of a door opening. She jumped to her feet, raising her hands as she faced the alien who stepped into the room. It was the same one who had taken her away. At least, she thought it was. It had the same orange scales.
"Are you finished damaging yourself?" he asked in his tongue, which she could understand only through the translator they had roughly inserted deep in her ear.
The alien looked human, except for the tiny scales covering his skin and those blood-red eyes. If he were a character in a movie, Libba would have found him attractive. He had a muscular build, a strong jaw and thick, curly brown hair. Under these circumstances, however, he just looked terrifying. Libba's mouth was dry and she stood straighter, trying to look important.