Page 33 of Seized by the Alien Space Warrior (Alien Romance #8)
Secured by the Alien Space Warrior
Chapter One
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B ailey, known as Blue, fought to breath but it was a losing battle. The Lion-Yeti – thing – threw her over his shoulder and the tough leather plating that curved over his shoulder buffeted her stomach with every enormous step he took. A powerful hairy arm banded over the back of her thighs. His musky scent made bile rise into her throat. She’d kicked, and scratched, and writhed when he’d slammed her over his shoulder, screaming so loud her throat hurt. That was when he’d pierced his claws into her hip and pinned her in place.
Hot blood welled from where his claws popped through her skin. Her blood tickled onto her belly and all over his leather jacket. She couldn’t give two shits about messing his jacket. The more pressing issue was where he being was taking her and the fact that none of the aliens she saw from her upside down position as they walked down the street moved to help.
Beings of different species either scuttled out of the way of the tight group of Lion-Yeti’s that formed around the being carrying her or didn’t offer any indication they saw a naked human female thrown over the shoulder of a beast being carried away against her will. It seemed that the enormous creatures that looked like a cross between a ferocious lion and a whooki was nothing to cause attention. Either that, or the strange, lethal-looking guns holstered at their hips, their enormous curved, sharp claws that tipped their thick fingers, and fangs that could rip out a throat for breakfast was enough to deter undue attention.
Where was this shit place? Hell couldn’t be this bad.
It wasn’t Earth. Not even close. A huge chunk of her mind grappled with that. Hell, every cell in her body grappled with that. She hadn’t exactly had time to deal with being ripped out of the silver, coffin-like tombs by walking crocodiles, stripped of her clothes and sold on stage like livestock.
She’d fought those crocodile things as well, but when one had backhanded her so hard it had taken her to the floor she’d seen stars. She’d gathered her wits, well almost, when the Lion-Yeti’s stormed on stage and haggled over her and two other women. The pale, dark-headed woman’s eyes were so wide, Blue saw the whites all around her iris. The blonde hung her head, hiding her face beneath lank, matted hair.
There had been no trace of the twenty or so other women the crocodiles had ripped out of their coffins in a bare room that looked like a warehouse before they’d been herded naked and terrified onto that stage.
Thick sludge replaced her blood, pumping through her veins. All Blue had been capable of was peering up from her kneeled position on the floor while struggling to understand what she saw. When she’d stared at the audience to see animals of varying species that weren’t really animals, the word ‘alien’ screamed though her mind. Animals didn’t speak in a way she could understand. Aliens could, and thanks to the translator the crocodiles had slammed into her brain, she understood every words they said as they shouted over each other to buy them. If anything had been in her bladder, she would have released it all over the floor.
She wasn’t on Earth.
These were aliens.
She was being sold.
She’d faced down bad things in her life. Running from them had always saved her but by the time any semblance of self-preservation entered her head, a fire-fight started at the back of the auditorium.
Three aliens exploded through the crowd, coming from nowhere, taking out the beings in the audience using guns that spewed laser beams of bright orange light. The audience erupted in pandemonium, trying to escape, or climb onto the stage. Some beings of the audience attacked the trio. One of the dark-skinned aliens withdrew a sword strapped his to his back and stabbed a being through his chest, before snapping another’s head back with a clenched fist.
There was something about the way the trio moved that cut through the numb state of her brain. She couldn’t pull her gaze from them. They were massive beings. At least seven feet tall. Their black skin-tight suits combined with their charcoal coloured skin made them seem like lethal shadow-wraiths as they churned through the audience.
Their movements were fluid and graceful, belying their broad shoulders and muscular physiques. They separated and strode down the aisles leading towards the stage, moving in sync with each other as they blasted heads and kicked beings out of their way without the slightest hesitation. One word flipped up in her mind to describe them – warriors.
Their focus was riveted on them. One of the warrior being’s gaze locked right on her. A warm wash shimmered through her, taking her by surprise because there was no way she should be feeling anything other than terrified. His dark eyes flared and he almost mis-stepped, but it could have been a trick of the light because his movement were too much panther-like for something like that. A flash of gold cast over his skin, lighting his entire face before it faded. Her surprise tripled when she realised he was handsome . His features were sharp and stern, rigid with concentration, but it didn’t hide his sharp cheekbones, cutting jaw or his full lips. She was captivated .
An orange laser streaked across the auditorium and right through the back of one of the Lion-Yeti’s on stage when he challenged another. The being collapsed to the stage, the centre of his chest a charred black hole. The being whose shoulder slammed into her stomach with each jolting step snatched her off the ground and they sprinted towards the back of the stage. She looked up in time to see the other Lion-Yeti’s seizing the other women and bolting away.
Darkness surrounded her as they darted through a maze of narrow corridors. They burst through a door and into the night. Sounds exploded about her as they charged down a busy street. Whistled, calls and gurgled groans assaulted her ears. Unfamiliar smells filtered through the sour scent of the Yeti-Lion. She clenched her fingers in his shaggy pelt above the waist of his pants and where his jacket ended not quite long enough to cover him entirely. She retched at the oily, stringy strands. A flash of bright orange flashed and the side of a building disintegrated.
“Get rid of the Dhasu,” the being that held her ordered. Maybe he was the leader because two of the group peeled away and walked back in the direction we came from.
“We need to get to our ship now,” the leader ordered.
The sights around her became a blur when the leader began to run. The others kept pace, tightening their circle around her. Blue shrieked as the leaders claws gouged her hip to hold her in place when she bounced on his shoulder as he ran. Pain shot through her body from her hip as she fought the tightness of her stomach. Her vision swirled as a wave of dizziness crashed over her. She was going to hurl.
The leaders fur tangled in her fingers where she clung to his back. She clenched her teeth to stop the acid from crawling up her throat. Blue locked her arms, bringing up her head in time to see the dark-skinned warrior throw his gun at one of the Ixod’s head. It was a warrior from the auditorium! The Lion-Yeto’s head snapped back and then the warrior slammed his fist into the face of the other.
The being who the warrior had thrown his gun at recovered quickly. He swung his meaty fist at the warrior. The warrior took the blow to his shoulder. He spun to the ground in a graceful twist and threaded his legs between the Lion-Yeti’s legs. With a scissor twist, the warrior kicked the Lion-Yeti’s legs. The being yelped as his knees bent the wrong way and he collapsed on the ground, just as the other Lion-Yeti jumped on top of the warrior.
They dashed around a corner and the warrior was lost from sight. The warrior had come for her. It was clear he fought the Lion-Yeti’s to get to her. Experience with predators, which the Lion-Yeti’s certainly were, told her if they took her where they wanted her, she’d never see the light of day again. She was not going to be prey. Not again.
Blue grit her teeth against the white-hot pain at her hip, brought her knee up and smashed it into the leaders face. His head snapped back and he stumbled to a halt. It was enough to loosen his claws. She spun off his shoulder, screaming as the claws ripped her flesh. A warm flow of blood sprayed his mane as she slammed into the hard ground.
Gravel scraped her skin, but she barely felt it as she came to her knees and clambered to her feet. A clawed hand grabbed her arm. She slipped out of his grip and pushed his hands away with an upward thrust to his forearm before he had a solid grip.
Blue whirled, smashing the heel of her hand into the face of another Lion-Yeti as the muscle memory from her training came back to her. No way was she going to be taken again against her will. Human or alien, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was to fight. To get away. To run and hide.
She pushed past the being she’d smashed her hand into as he put his hands to his nose. Black blood gushed between his fingers. An iron grip clutched her ankle and she toppled to the ground. Her head snapped as she landed. She ignored the black dots racing across her vision and twisted, driving the heel of her foot into the leaders snarling face.
Her foot glanced off the side of his face. His snarl became a terrifying roar. He rose over her and swiped the back his hand into the side of her face. Her head snapped sideways and her brain spun in her skull. Every sight and sound was whitewashed away before they snapped back in blinding multicolour.
“You’ll pay for that human,” the Ixod snarled.
His claws popped through the skin on her biceps as he hauled her off the ground and bundled her under his arm before bolting down the street. Her head pounded in time with her stomach. Every jolt sent fire shooting through her body. She couldn’t seem to move a muscle. Hell it was hard enough to even breathe being held this way.
There was nothing she could do as they entered a port that was lined up with strange looking craft. A sonic boom blasted overhead and she watched as a craft rose into the air and disappeared into the night sky.
Oh god. Oh hell. These were…space ships . Real life space ships and they were taking her right towards one of them. This was just like being shoved in the trunk of a car. The only way out being on a dark, dirt road at a remote location.
Her breath stuttered. She grabbed at the Lion-Yeti’s massive legs, her grip weak and uncoordinated as she tried to struggle from the tight hold about her waist, but it did no good. He brushed her attempts aside with an angry kick. His grip tightened about her waist, crushing her ribs.
The Lion-Yeti’s clomped up a ramp that descended from a sleek black craft as they approached and then frigid air coated her body. The being took her deep into the bowels and threw her into a cell and then she was surrounded by total darkness with only her pounding head and rising panic as companions.
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