Jacey stepped away from the bed, her concern growing with each step. She reached the wall and ran her fingers over the silky covering. Then she touched her gown. The same material. It felt finely spun and soft as the most expensive silk beneath her fingers. She circuited the room, feeling for a door or window. She felt none. The material appeared to be a wall covering.
Apprehension filled her.
Is this some sort of prison?
On television, those abducted by aliens spoke about all sorts of horrible procedures and invasions. She trembled, thinking the same thing would happen to her. Jacey looked up at the ceiling. “Who are you? What do you want with me?” she yelled. When her screams brought no response, she pounded on the wall with her fists.
“Hey! Let me out of here!” The more she struggled, the more the room seemed like a prison. Four walls closed in on her, and she sucked in deep breaths of air. “Hey, let me out of here!” She pounded until her fists hurt, then rammed against the walls some more. There had to be a way out.
Hissing filled the room.
Jacey looked to the ceiling from where the sound seemed to be coming and saw a mist filling the room.
They’re gassing me
. “You bastards! Let me out of here!” She let loose with a string of epithets that would have made a factory worker blush.
Smoke swirled around the floor, and Jacey stood in a corner trying to get away from it. Should she drop to the ground? Stand on something high? The mist appeared to be filling the room; she had no way to escape it. Her body relaxed. The anger and fear drained from her, leaving her focused on the tiniest details. The gown slid against her skin, the rasp of the silky fabric against her body demanding all her attention. Her nipples pebbled at the touch.
She stilled, aware of the raw and sudden need that grew with each breath she took. The mist. It had to be creating this effect on her, but why? For a moment flashes of alien experiments shown on crap television shows filled her mind. Did they want her for something sexual? And why did the thought suddenly turn her on?
She took a deep breath, aware that she was completely, totally had-to-come-hard-and-fast horny. The sensuousness of the material against her skin demanded that she rub the fabric against her. She closed her eyes, her lips parting as the soft material glided across her flesh. She circled her nipples with her fingers. She pinched them slightly through the material, a delighted “oh” escaping her lips.
For long moments she focused on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and the silky material. Her breathing grew ragged. The mist stopped flowing, though it curled like stage smoke around the floor. Wetness flooded her pussy, and she rocked her hips, seeking her ease on something…anything.
The gown had no slit. It covered her from neck to ankles. It seemed tawdry somehow to spread her legs and press the soft fabric to her sex, yet her pussy ached to be touched. The sensations roaring through her body reaffirmed to her that she was alive. She tried to question her body’s demands, wondered where her anger had gone, but instead, Jacey pulled the gown over her head. It fluttered to the floor, almost disappearing among the last vestiges of the smoke.
The gas. It must have done something to me
. She tried one final time to fight the desire roaring through her body and failed.
Bracing one hand against the wall, she trailed her fingers over her abdomen and into the tangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs. She caressed her outer lips and found herself wet. Her finger slid easily past her labia. Tracing a leisurely trail around her pussy, she circled her clit with the tip of her index finger.
She brought her wet fingertip back to her nipples and toyed with them. More, she needed more. Removing her other hand from the wall, she turned and braced her back against it, then slid down until she sat on the floor, mist curling around her feet. She spread her legs.
Someone had undressed her. The thought made moisture rush to her cunt, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Someone had picked her up off the side of the road, undressed her, and tucked her into bed. The tenderness that such actions conveyed nearly made her knees weak.
She needed to come now. No more tenderness; no more playing. She left one hand cupping her breast, the fingers playing with her nipple. Her other hand slid down until her fingers brushed her wet curls. Teasing her labia, she stroked herself until she couldn’t resist the lure of her plump clit any longer. She circled it, each stroke growing firmer, until she rubbed her finger against the hood and couldn’t stop her audible moans.
She hit her first peak just as the mist dissipated from the floor. Even as the waves of her orgasm rushed through her, she couldn’t stop. She had to pleasure herself further. The aftereffects of the gas must still be driving her. She didn’t care.
She thrust two fingers inside herself, using the pad of her thumb to stimulate her clitoris. Her arousal built rapidly, the pace of her fingers increasing. Her soft, breathy moans filled the room, and she pumped her hips in rhythm with her fingers.
Her body tensed with her oncoming orgasm. Curling her fingers, Jacey rubbed at the rough skin just inside her vagina. Her body erupted in spasms. She cried out, leaning against the wall for support. Her juices soaked her fingers and trickled down her thighs. “Oh God,” she breathed, leaning her head against the wall. In her chest, her heart hammered.
She stood there for a moment, letting her breath ease back into her lungs. With the mist gone, she saw her gown lay near her left foot. She grabbed it and slipped it over her head, and then she stood and walked on shaky feet back to the bed. She smelled of sex. Her juices clung to the fabric, making it hug her skin. As she crawled back into bed, she hoped the aliens hadn’t noticed. But at least she knew she was alive.
* * * *
“I can’t believe she’s doing this,” Linu said as he stared at the view port in front of him. “It has to be an effect of the gas.”
Aidan frowned. He hated sending the calming mist into the room. The Earth woman had every right to be angry for her capture, but he didn’t want her to hurt herself either.
She doesn’t understand she’ll be saving my life. And I know she’s the one.
“Hush,” Aidan growled to his friend. He concentrated on the image before him, of the young woman they’d appropriated, her long, lean limbs. Her breasts jutted from her chest, full, topped with wide cherry nipples. He let his gaze trail over her flat, unadorned abdomen, down to the tangle of auburn curls at the juncture of her thighs. The women of his world shaved, and Aidan thought this untamed beauty alluring. Her finger, wet with her own juices, slid in and out of her pussy, and from the breathy sounds the audio receivers picked up, she enjoyed herself.
The mist was supposed to calm her, put her to sleep. It seemed that in this human, the mist provided arousal as well. He made a mental note.
His cock started to tent the front of his robe, and with a brief mental thought to subcommand routine 283p, Aidan made his mechanical body behave. This woman masturbating in the room had to be the one who would keep him alive. He risked a glance at Linu, noticing his friend’s arousal. Judging by his parted lips, he enjoyed the show just as much as Aidan, probably more so since Linu was a true-born, a real human.
The thought angered him. This woman was his mate, his alone. Savagely, Aidan reached forward. He turned off the surveillance camera just as the woman peaked. Her harsh cry echoed in the room, and Aidan forced extra resources to his self-control subroutines to keep from marching into the room and taking her right there. He was a
domanin
, a mechanical man, and he had once been considered a god. The hell with the archaic traditions still in place.
They don’t understand we have feelings now. We’ve evolved into more than just the service androids we once were.
Linu looked at him but said nothing. He raised an eyebrow at Aidan.
“What?” Aidan bellowed. He stood, hands on his hips, glaring at his true-born friend.
“About time someone shook you up,” Linu replied with a wry grin.
Aidan stepped forward. “What is
that
supposed to mean?”
“It means that we were afraid we’d lose you when Deactivation Night came around, Lord Starsek.”
Linu’s words touched him. “Thanks. I better make sure that the lady is doing all right.”
“She looked—”
Aidan silenced his friend with a harsh glare. “That is your future lady you’re talking about. I suggest you treat her with respect.”
“Only if she falls in love with you,” Linu replied. He grinned impishly. “There might be one maid in the universe who can withstand your charms.”
Aidan snorted. “Not likely, my friend. Not likely.” With a chuckle, he turned and started toward the lady’s chambers.
* * * *
Jacey sat on the bed, feet tucked beneath her. She stared at the white wall. A delicious lethargy brought on by her orgasms filled her bones, warring with the anger that not only had she been captured, but drugged as well. As far as Jacey was concerned, the lack of a door only cemented the fact she remained in some sort of alien prison.
Her stomach rumbled. How long had it been since she’d eaten? She’d had a handful of peanuts at the bar, had been on the verge of ordering an appetizer when she had questioned her sanity at being in the bar in the first place and decided to go home.
I’d only been there because of Ebony, because she kept telling me to get out more, meet more people. See where that got me.
Anger spiked through her. Jacey leaned forward, planting her feet firmly on the floor. How dare these creatures take her? How dare they take her against her will? It mattered not one bit that she had a shitty life to return to on Earth, the matter was that they took her. Her, damn it, her!
Jacey rose to her feet. She stepped forward. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins. She wanted to do something, anything, to free herself.
A portion of the wall swung open.
Jacey watched the material part. A very human hand reached through the fabric as he stepped into the room. Jacey watched the man enter. He wore a long white robe that appeared to be made out of the same material as her gown and the wall coverings. Low, soft boots covered his feet. Jacey forced her gaze back to his face.
She sucked in a harsh breath. Dark mahogany waves of hair fell over his shoulders, the loose strands making her fingers itch to touch them. His eyes, the deepest shade of green she’d ever seen on a man, were fringed by long, thick lashes. With high cheekbones and a broad chest, he looked like a sexy dream come to life. Jacey licked her lips, and she noticed that the man’s gaze followed the movement.
“Who are you? Why am I here? What did you do to me?” She was torn between walking forward and pounding her fists at this man, demanding her release, and seeing if everything about him was as inviting as what she’d seen so far. She shot questions at him in an attempt to distract herself from the man’s handsome looks. “Where am I? Why did you take me? When can I go home?” Jacey crossed her arms over her chest.
The man stepped forward. He appraised her, his gaze lingering on the thrust of her breasts against the thin material of the gown, then down over her abdomen and legs. Awareness fluttered deep inside Jacey, and her pussy grew damp from his gaze. She wondered if he had seen her masturbate, then didn’t care. She’d do anything, anything at all, if it meant he would take her back home.
“Answer my questions,” she demanded.
He pulled his gaze away from her body, back toward her face. “I think you’ll do nicely,” he said.
“Do for what?” Jacey asked. Belatedly, she realized that although his lips didn’t form English words, she’d understood every word he said. She shivered and wrapped her arms more tightly against herself. “Who are you?” This time when she spoke, she paid attention to the patterns her lips were making, and once again, she heard herself speak English, but her lips spoke another language. “And what did you do to me?” She clamped her lips closed, unnerved by the strange sensation.
The gas. It has to be some strange effect of the gas.
“I am Aidan Starsek, Lord of Balladarde, and you are going to be my wife.”
Before Jacey had a chance to react to his words, Aidan stepped forward and kissed her hard on the lips.
Chapter Two
Jacey swayed against Aidan as his lips slanted across hers. She gasped, startled by his sudden move. His tongue plunged into her mouth and heat filled her. Jacey welcomed the invasion. Curling her hands around his biceps, she clung to him. His tongue stroked the deepest parts of her mouth, and sparks of fire shot through her veins. Aidan stepped closer. He slid one rock-hard thigh between hers, and Jacey grew wetter.
She pulled her lips away with a soft sigh of contentment. Her hand slid down over his chest to where his heart was. Instead of a steady pulse, a tiny whirring vibrated her palm. It felt like the vibrations of a motor.
“What are—”
Aidan silenced her with another kiss. He slid his hands down to her ass, drawing her roughly against his hard cock. The ridge pressing against her stomach certainly seemed real enough, as did the electric caress of his tongue against hers.
His hand skimmed her ribs on an unerring course to her breast. Whatever women Aidan was used to kissing, they certainly had to be humanoid, for his palm settled over the tight bud of one nipple as if it belonged there. Heat suffused her limbs. Another gush of moisture filled her cunt, and Jacey moaned into Aidan’s mouth. She rubbed her hips against his hard cock. His touch made all thoughts of her capture flee.
Aidan rotated his hand against her breast, his fingers kneading her sensitive flesh. Too much fabric separated her from his skin, and she reached up to unfasten his robe. Her fingers searched for seams, trailing a path over his chest. Fingertips skimmed over the soft fabric, seductive over hard muscle. She found his nipple and spent long moments circling her fingers around the tight bud. Aidan pulled his lips away. His moan rumbled through his chest.
She wanted him. The strength of her need rocked her back to reality. Her hand flattened against his chest, and once more, she felt the whirring of something beneath his sternum. Wife. He had said she was to be his wife.