Torq's Acceptance (Chaetdorian Mates Book 2) (4 page)

Chapter 7

They hated her.

All her friends hated her.

Except Nora, who Alice thought secretly loved her right now.

The Ch… whatever, had agreed to let them go, if, and only if, all of them had declined the offer to stay and travel with them. Every one of her friends – with the exception of Nora, who was now mated to one of the strange, gigantic males – had declined the offer. And Alice had had every intention of doing the same.

But then he had walked through the door and suddenly the thought of leaving and never seeing the beautiful, sinfully good-looking being that had saved her life had filled her with despair. 

The look on her friends faces, the shouts that had followed her down the corridor as Corr quickly led her from the room and away from the anger of her friends would haunt her forever.

Had she made a terrible mistake?

They seemed to think so, but Alice couldn’t help the feeling that she had made the right decision, and not just for herself, but her friends also.

After leaving her friends back in the holding cell, Alice had been taken to a bedroom of sorts on the other side of the ship. She suspected Corr wasn’t pleased with her assigned room, though, she had no idea why. What had given her that impression was the sudden change in his mood when the thing on his wrist had made a noise and after checking it he’d suddenly changed direction, moved away from the room they had just been about to enter.

Thing was, from what she’d seen on her way through the ship, all the rooms were exactly the same – Nora confirmed as much on her brief visit an hour after Alice’s arrival. So why was he so angry?

Gazing around at what she guessed would be her home for the foreseeable future, Alice wondered again if she had made a mistake.

It was so lonely. The walls were sickly white. There was no furniture other than the large bed she was now sat upon. It kind of reflected the way she had been feeling for months now, ever since she awoke in the hospital… empty.

She was bone tired, drained. Laying back on the bed, she released a sigh of pleasure. After sleeping on the floor in that room, even the most solid of mattresses would feel good Thankfully, whatever these aliens made their mattresses from, it was as soft as a cloud. Within minutes, she found herself drifting off, and her handsome, naked, not-so-imaginary lover crawling up the sheets towards her, his dick large and heavy.

Yum.

Her lips were warm and moist. Her tongue teased the underside of his shaft every time she pulled up, slid her lips back up to kiss the head.

He was in heaven... if only it was real.

He wanted it to be, badly. Wanted it so much. What he wouldn’t do to really have her lips wrapped around his cock, her small delicate hands massaging his sack.

Tightening his fingers in her hair, he used his grip to quicken her movements, make her take him deeper.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it all. Swallow me down.”

He was close, so close to spilling his seed down her throat. He shouldn’t, he knew that, but he just couldn’t stop himself from pumping his hips faster, deeper. She needed a gentle lover, not someone like him, but in that moment, he didn’t care. This was only a dream after all. Though, it felt so real.

“I’m going to come down your throat, Alice, and I want you to drink it down, all of it. You ready for that?” He didn’t allow her up to answer, but he knew she was. She worked her tongue faster, her teeth scrapped his length as she tugged on his sack harder. She knew just how he liked it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

Pleasure blasted through him, his sack drawing up tight and he… woke up, his seed spurting into his sheets.

What the Hell?

An hour and a new set of sheets later, Torq couldn’t get back to sleep.

Well, he could, but every time he closed his eyes all he saw was her. Her lips sliding over his cock as she took him deep.

Giving up on this attempt at slumber, he rose, quickly visiting the cleansing unit before leaving his cabin in search of a distraction.

The ship was quiet, the only Chaetdorians awake being those on patrol, and Corr – the sound of the male and his human mate constantly mating was not helping in the slightest.

He had no plan on his destination, just walked aimlessly. When he somehow found his way back up on the cabin deck and realised that he was headed away from his own cabin and closer to the one Alice was currently staying in, he quickly backtracked, jumping in the nearest transporter to get as far away as possible.

When the door reopened, he found himself in the engine bay.

Normally the place was a buzz of activity, the young Techno, Hex, zooming left, right and centre, doing… something, but not tonight. It was silent.

Was Hex actually asleep? At times, Torq thought the male ran on a never-ending battery.

“Hex?” he called, his voice low so as not to startle him awake if he was asleep.

“Over here,” came a call from the far end of the room behind… some part of the engine. Torq was no Techno. He had no clue what any of this stuff was.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he leaned back against the wall.

Hex was sprawled back in his chair at the control console, hands behind his head as multiple screens showed different human TV shows. But that didn’t seem to be what was holding the males attention. Which was unusual, as the male had been obsessed with the stuff her years.

On the main screen in the centre of the console was the footage of what Torq guessed was the attack on the holding bay.

“Look at her. I’ve never seen a human so brave, so ferocious. She took Dekon down almost by herself with nothing more than a handbag. She’s amazing.”

And lucky to be alive in Torq’s opinion.

“Have you seen this?”

“No. First glimpse I’ve had at what went off down there. It was all over by the time I arrived.”

“Well then,” Hex declared, sitting forward to tap a few orders into the console and the whole event began to replay, starting with Corr’s mate entering the room.

“You brought them aboard, right?” Hex asked, spinning around in his chair to face him.

“Yes,” he answered, in no doubt that the male knew that already. Hex was Teks’s younger brother and was always the first the commander sought out to vent his anger when pissed… and Teks was really pissed right now. There had still been no sign of Mandy.

“Well, I’m glad you did. I like this bunch, especially her.” Hex leant forwards, indicating to the young female Torq recognised from the alley.

“Katie.”

“Is that her name? Katie… I like it. Might have to introduce myself at some point. It’s been a while since I enjoyed the company of a good woman.”

Hex had been bored and sulky, not wanting to leave the ship at all for the first few centuries they had been stuck on Earth. But since the planet’s technology began to advance he’d been in his element, spending more and more time around the humans, mating with multiple of their females.

Looking at him now, Torq could see that his eyes had already begun to change back from the green of his human appearance to the silver orbs that matched his markings. He wasn’t sure how long it would be before they appeared, but he didn’t think it would be too much longer. He’d been pulled back to the ship a few months ago, so would have been cutting back on blood for a while now.

“Oh, here we go. This is when the shit kicks off.”

Torq looked back at the screen to see two of the females tapping away at the control panel, unsuccessful in their attempt to open the door. Then suddenly his mate darted forwards, dragging them out of the way but putting her in prime location for the deranged Warrior that appeared in the doorway a moment later.

Alice had been the human female Dekon had gone for. If not for Corr’s mate diving in at the last moment, it would have been her he had dragged from the room. It was a good job the male had already been dealt with, removed from this world to hopefully one day come back anew, because otherwise Torq’s next destination would have been the medibay to kill the bastard.

When Hex went to switch footage for the view outside the room, Torq stopped him. While the rest of the females had given chase, brandishing the human accessories that all females seemed to carry, Alice stayed behind, her eyes fixed upon the ongoing fight in terror.

“Now that is one scarred human in need of a hug,” Hex commented.

“A hug?”

“You know, a human embrace, a show of affection and comfort where you pull another to you and wrap them in your arms.”

“I know what a hug is,” he snapped. He just didn’t know how to respond to the sudden urge he had to be the one to give her one.

Just as Torq made to leave, his mind already in a spin, Teks appeared, his face like thunder. “What’s wrong, brother?” Hex asked, quickly shutting down all the screens with the hit of one button.

“Bring up file 7751B from my private files,” he ordered.

“Bruv, they are your private files, you know they can’t be accessed from here.”

“Give it a rest, Hex. I know you regularly hack into my private system. That footage you were watching just a moment ago was one of my classified files. Now bring up that file.”

“Fine,” he moaned, tapping away at the console. “You’re going to change all your passwords again after this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Not that it will stop you.”

That comment brought a smile to the younger Techno’s lips. Torq had no doubt that the moment Teks did change his passwords, Hex would know them.

With a few more clicks of the keys, Hex was in. When he brought up the file that Teks had asked for, Torq found his stomach tightening at the picture that appeared before them.

“Mandy,” he sighed. The young human they had watched grow over the years had been missing for almost three days, now it seemed her status had changed to dead. “What happened?”

“We don’t know. She was found like this back at the warehouse tonight. That building has been checked on multiple occasions since her disappearance with no trace of her found. I ordered one last sweep, just to be sure we hadn’t missed anything and they found this.”

From what Torq could see from the photo, the young woman had been brutalised, her battered body almost completely covered in blood.

“Looks like it could have been done in a rage, a frenzy,” Hex commented. “Could it have been done by one of our own? You know, another suffering from madness?”

“It sure seems that way, but none of our males have been unaccounted for, and none have shown any symptoms of the illness. There is also the fact that according to early results from the medibay, there is no sign of any kind of sexual assault.” A Chaetdorain male suffering from madness would see no problem with taking a woman by force in order to attempt to mate with her.

“Are there marks?” Torq asked.

“Yes, there are what appears to be bite marks upon her neck, indicating at a forced mating.”

“That makes no sense,” Hex said closing the file down. It didn’t matter, the image of Mandy’s broken body would stay with Torq for a long time.

From the picture alone, he would have said for sure that a Chaetdorian had killed Mandy, but if there was no evidence of an assault of a sexual nature, then it could not have been one of their males. At least, not one in the grips of madness.

What the Hell was going on?

“So why did you choose to stay?” Nora asked as they sat down in what Alice could only describe as a sort of canteen. There were large oversized tables spread out around the room, surrounded by very large chairs. Well, they were large to her and Nora, but to a Chaetdorian male she guessed they were just about right. And there were a bunch of strange machines lining one of the walls. Nora had called them food consoles. If that was where the food she and the others had eaten had come from, then she wasn’t interested in anything that they produced. Alice loved to cook – or, at least, she had once, before Frank – she had never been one for processed foods. She would have to see what she could do about that.

“I'm not really sure,” Alice mumbled. At the time, she had secretly hoped that there was something between her and the male from her dreams. But as time went by, all of it spent alone in that cold, stark room until Nora had arrived to rescue her, she had come to realise that she had been fooling herself.

It had been a dream, nothing more, nothing less. To think that having a crazed sex dream about a strange alien male she had never met before, then somehow being rescued by her imaginary lover had meant anything had been totally stupid.

Well, two crazed sex dreams. Before Nora had called, she’d had the most wonderful dream. His hand fisted in her hair, his cock thrusting deep into her throat. It had felt so real. She swore that when she woke up she could taste him, taste a hint of his warm seed that he had been about to release down her throat before she’d woken up suddenly to find Nora at the door.

But she needed to get out of her head and face the facts… he wasn’t for her. Nora may have found her happy ever after, but that didn’t mean she would be so lucky.