Alien Mate 3

It’s not fair! I don’t want to die.

Agnostic, she didn’t believe in a god or religion, but she dropped to her knees—kind of, if you counted bent knees while floating in a gravity free zone kneeling—and suddenly converted. With her eyes clamped shut and her hands clasped together, she prayed fervently.

“Please God, Yahweh, Aslan, Buddha or whatever name you prefer, it’s me, Penelope. I know we’ve never talked before probably because, according to science, you don’t exist. But if, by chance, research is wrong and you are actually real, I don’t suppose you’d find it in your heart, if you have a heart that is, to save me, somehow. I’d be ever so grateful.”

“I am here to answer your prayer, earthling. Consider yourself saved.”

At the sound of the deep voice behind her and the hand that touched her shoulder, Penelope screamed, and in a very illogical move, especially for her, passed out.

* * * *

Reg stared at the female in the silvery jumpsuit floating facedown in the barbaric craft and wondered why she’d reacted so strangely.

He spoke aloud, switching back to his mother tongue instead of the crude language earthlings used. “Ralph, is the Earthling ill?”

Alpha 400, the newest AI model for his spacecraft—intelligent and imbued of enough personality to demand a name—replied via ear transmitter. “I believe you frightened her.”

“But I heard her request to be saved. Why would she be scared when I have arrived to grant her wish?”

“My records indicate that females of all species tend to react in unexpected ways even when given what they’ve demanded. Now, if I might suggest, you should gather her that we might teleport off her vessel. The asteroid is due to impact in less than five hundred lunar millicycles.”

Reg leaned down and turned the female over onto her back. He sucked in a breath. What a lovely creature. Her skin was the white of the snows on Lentarra Five. Her hair the rich red of the fires on Altykia. Her full mouth was slightly parted and soft-looking, tempting him for a moment to kiss her awake.

With a mental slap, he reminded himself she wasn’t a space doxy in some galactic brothel—if she were, she’d probably demand a high price. Bringing his mind back to the situation at hand, he slid an arm under head and gave her a light tap on the cheek. Her delicate lashes fluttered and she opened her eyes. Instead of screaming, she smiled dreamily at him.

“What do you know, there is a heaven. How extraordinary, but I have to say, I didn’t expect angels to be blue.”

“I am not an angel, whatever that creature might be. I am a Xamian warrior here to rescue you.”

“A Xamian what?” Her green eyes widened. “Oh sweet baby corn, you’re an alien.” She flailed in an attempt to right herself in the gravity-free space. “You’ve come to abduct me, how grand!”

“Rescue,” he corrected. “Now hold on tight, we’re going to transport back to my vessel before this one disintegrates.”

The female flung her arms around his neck and Reg wrapped his own arms around her slight frame, not understanding the instant interest his cock took in this female. Pretty face or not, her frame was slimmer than he usually preferred, but his shaft, turgid in his own jumpsuit didn’t seem bothered by it. “Ralph, we’re ready.”

A heartbeat later, he found himself back in the decontamination chamber of his ship. He unwound the female’s arms from around his neck—reluctantly.

She looked around with bright-eyed curiosity, thankfully not yelling like she had earlier. Reg, in the more natural light of his ship, found her even more enchanting, her exotic coloring making her appear as a fragile bloom, one he longed to pluck. He said nothing as she explored, waiting for her to speak, but when she finally did, he almost choked.

“Now that you’ve abducted me, does this mean you’re going to strip me naked and probe me?”