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  Adrienne shook her head. Poor Ebony.

  When the women were all clean and dressed, the men came in again and led them out. They were moved back into the armored tanks, and then transported through town. After fifteen or twenty minutes, they stopped again and were let out in what appeared to be the center of town.

  Elaborate gardens framed what had to be a government building or palace. Made of white stone similar to the other buildings, great columns lined the front. A center door carved of gold depicting fantastical scenes of battle opened before them.

  They didn’t get much of a chance to see more than that. Ushered inside quickly, the women formed a single file line through a great hall limned with more soldiers. Most of them had black or white blond hair, though a few had silver. The men watched them with growing interest, making Adrienne nervous. This was just as bad as being put on display. Maybe worse. Gone were any illusions that they were being taken for anything other than slavery.

  The outfits and the men eyeballing them made that pretty apparent.

  The hall opened up into a large room with a dais cut in the center. Upon the dais sat a throne trimmed in gold, with strange creatures carved into the legs and along the top. On it sat another man, young, probably mid-thirties. His hair was black and streaked with thick chunks of silver. A gold circlet framed his temples, and he was dressed similar to his men, though his clothing was silver trimmed in gold and very regal.

  He had to be some kind of king.

  He stood up, opening his arms wide. A smile spread across his face. “Welcome, women of Earth. I am King Kore Anadaru of the Heliodryads of Chalcedon. You have been selected for a great honor. You will be brides of my loyal men and mothers to their children. I hope that you find your new home to your satisfaction.”

  The alien she’d pummeled stepped from the side out of the gathering of men.

  “Ah, Dezec Zeta. You’ve done a fine job with this bunch,” the king said, greeting the man.

  “If I may approach the throne for a private audience?” Dezec said with a bow.

  “Of course. Approach.”

  Dezec walked up the dais, and Adrienne watched the two men speak. She couldn’t understand anything they said, given that they were speaking in their native tongue and in quiet voices. The king suddenly locked on her and Ebony with interest.

  “Bring the two dark skinned women forward, so that I might examine them for myself,” Anadaru said, motioning them forward.

  Adrienne stiffened, wanting to resist. She felt Ebony do the same beside her.

  A guard moved behind them and prodded them forward. They moved close, stepping up the large steps to the throne and stopping when commanded.

  “Turn, so that I may see your virtues,” the king said in a booming voice.

  Adrienne gritted her teeth and turned in a circle, practically feeling their eyes linger on her breasts and ass.

  The king stroked his chin and turned to Dezec. “They are as you say. Quite beautiful and unique. And there are more of them on this Earth?”

  Dezec nodded. “The greys have been holding out on us. And these are very spirited, like our own kind.”

  The king smiled, pointing at Ebony. “I like this one in particular, be she ever so short. This one I shall take as my concubine. You may have the other, as you wish. You’ve served me well all these years. You deserve a boon for your good service to the kingdom.”

  Dezec hit his chest with his right fist and bowed again. “Thank you, sire.”

  “You may choose your brides,” the king announced to the men gathered in the great hall. “Take this one to my chambers,” he motioned to Ebony and stood to leave.

  Adrienne shrieked when Ebony was dragged away. Her sister looked at her with worry etched across her face, but didn’t give them a fight. All thoughts of feigned cooperation fled her brain with the realization that they would be separated and possibly never see each other again.

  She dashed after her but was caught by the arm and dragged to an abrupt standstill against a hard male chest. Her face squashed against it before she pulled herself back.

  She looked up and found herself staring up at the huge brute who’d just taken away her freedom. The man the king had called Dezec Zeta.

  “You bastard! I want my sister back,” she gritted out, baring her claws for attack.

  Chapter Four

  The man called Dezec had the audacity to laugh at her. His gruff chuckle enraged Adrienne further. A red hot fire lit in her blood. She tried to claw his eyes out and take the hide off his cheeks, neck, and any other exposed flesh she could reach.

  Quickly, he grabbed her wrists in the manacles of his hands, holding them high above her head. She gnashed her teeth, snapping at his arms, and when that failed, she kicked his shins. Her toes throbbed from her efforts, and he looked unmoved except for a pleased smile on his handsome face.

  He laughed again, and twisted her arms behind her back until her chest thrust forward and crushed against his belly. The top of her head barely reached his shoulders. Her nose squashed against the hard muscles of his chest. Her shrieks went unheard and unnoticed. Not that anyone cared. The alien bastards were busy shopping for mates.

  “I thought you were the one with the most spirit. Hold your fighting, wildcat. It’s useless to resist me. I will have what I want.”

  He spun her around and held her wrists tight with one hand, urging her forward. “I suspect you will be just as wild in the bed,” he murmured against her ear.

  His hot breath sent tingles down her neck. She craned her head away from him. “You just wait to find out,” she promised with as much threat as she could muster.

  “Oh, I will,” he said, moving her along the halls and upstairs.

  Adrienne attempted to calm her nerves so she could make a mental note of their path so she could get the hell out of here at her first opportunity. They stopped at a door. Dezec hit strange letters or numbers on a blue pad and the door slid open. He shoved her inside and followed behind her, closing the door.

  Adrienne looked wildly around, saw a large bed in the center of the room, covered in red satin. Behind it was a large window. She leapt to action, stepping into the bed and scrambling for the window.

  “I didn’t know you were so eager for bedding, little wildcat.”

  Adrienne pulled at the sashing on the window. Looking through it, she could see the ground far below them with no hope of surviving a fall from this height. Behind her, she felt the bed dip with his weight.

  She turned around and saw him on his knees cutting off her escape. His blue eyes watched her hungrily. He pulled his black shirt up over his head and threw it across the room, then made a grab for her.

  Adrienne lunged from him toward the edge of the bed but missed her target. Dezec caught her thigh and dragged her back, pulling her underneath him.

  “I admire your spirit,” he said, landing on top of her and crushing the breath from her lungs. She gasped, and struck his chest, trying to push him off her. He weighed a ton, however, and was as immovable as a brick wall.

  “Get the hell off me,” she ground out, straining to move him.

  “I thought you knew what we were about when we entered my chambers,” he said, pinning her flailing arms to the bed on either side of her head. He dipped down and nuzzled her neck with his nose then nibbled at her ear.

  Maybe it was the flight or fight adrenaline running through her veins, but her heart went from pounding in her chest to pounding in her pussy.

  Don’t you dare get wet, she threatened her weak, deceitful cunt. You are not going to enjoy this, she promised herself. She was being forced against her will and that was that. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy some big, brutish, sexy alien having his wicked way with her.

  Her stomach tensed when she felt the prod of his throbbing hard erection nudge her mound. Her legs he’d trapped between his rock hard thighs.

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�It can be pleasant, if you let it,” he said quietly, nipping at her earlobe.

  She shuddered, baring her teeth. “I don’t enjoy rape, you big bastard.”

  He rubbed himself with intent against her. “Is it rape if you want it as much as I do? I can feel you getting wet.”

  Fuck! The thin gown did nothing to hide her reaction from him. She’d soaked the front of his pants with her excitement. Fuck! So much for remaining aloof. Hell, if she didn’t know better, her pussy had a mind of its own. Probably because it’d been so long since she’d had a man do anything sexual to her. Call it sex neglect. And she’d never been underneath one this fucking sexy and powerful before, one so big and hard. The last boyfriend she’d had had been too into video games to give her the time of day, and he’d been soft all over. Certainly nothing like this guy.

  The woman in her reveled at the feeling of powerful muscles forcing her to his will. She remembered her and Ebony’s plan of lulling them into a false sense of security. He seemed to enjoy her fighting him, anyway. Like any man on Earth, the chase excited him as much as the capture. She decided since she couldn’t overpower him, she’d trick his dick until he was mindless with lust and putty in her hands.

  She figured she might as well enjoy herself while she was at it.

  She moaned when he sucked her neck and writhed beneath him. She felt him smile against her throat, then he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. They were slanted and heavy lidded with lust, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

  That’s what she kept telling herself, anyway.

  Slowly, watching her for trickery, he freed her wrists to cup her generous breasts. He groaned when he felt the weight of them in his hands. When she did not fight him, he dipped down to suck her dark nipples through the paper thin cloth.

  Adrienne moaned and arched her back, bringing her hands up to grab his shoulders and dug her nails into his arms. He grunted and pushed against her mound, teasing her with his encased erection. She struggled to free her legs, and he moved to oblige, keeping his mouth on her tit as he pulled his pants down and kicked them off without breaking stride.

  He lifted only long enough to rip the flimsy gown off her body, exposing her fully to his eyes. A rough hand moved down her tits, her belly, cupping her sex. His fingers teased the top of her slit.

  “I like this beautiful dark skin of yours and the contrast you make against me. I want to see my shaft disappear inside your dark lips,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and dry sounding.

  “Why don’t you stop teasing me and use that big fuckin’ thing instead.”

  His arms tensed with the invitation, he looked wary, not quite trusting her, but she guessed if they had a shortage of women on their planet, he was probably about as horny as she was and ready to have an orgasm just as bad. As it was, she was really ready to have a fucking orgasm. Damn the preamble and working up to it!

  She lowered her eyes, moving her hands up and down his thick biceps, rubbing herself sensuously against the round tip of his cock. Incredibly, she felt it grow bigger and harder against her, pushing with unerring fault down her slippery slit with a maddening slowness.

  Ooh. She could kill him for continuing this game. She wanted to get it over with so he could pass out and she could check the room for ways to escape. “Let me on top!” she demanded.

  He looked intrigued, as if the thought had never occurred to him. No doubt he was used to being the dominant partner. He rolled, allowing her to sit astride him. She looked down at him, her wetness pressed against his groin, his cock nestled between her buttocks.

  Adrienne raked her nails down the plains of his chest then across his nipples. They hardened, and she grabbed them and twisted them hard. He winced as she pinched them, then bent her head to bite each one.

  “Ouch, wildcat.”

  He said ouch, but the look on his face told her he liked it. All men liked a freak in the bed. She knew that as well as the next woman. She ran her fingers through his enticing silver hair. It was soft and long, incredibly silky. She liked running her hands through it. She rose on her haunches and his dick pushed against her opening.

  She moved a hand down to guide him inside her.

  “Fuck,” she murmured, feeling it get stuck.

  He grabbed her hips, biting his lower lip, and pulled her fully down on top of him. It hurt a little, but in a good way. She moaned and arched her back, liking the way his large hands wrapped around her hips and dug into her ass cheek. She couldn’t believe she’d taken him all in, and the thickness of his cock was so large, she couldn’t budge on it.

  He wasn’t going to allow her no movement, however. He pushed against her, making her ride him. And she soon got into his rhythm, making it her own. She pounded her creamy pussy against him, finding the darkness of her lips wrapped around his lighter skin and that beautiful pinkish purple cock highly erotic. If anything, it made her wetter and hornier. She liked the power he displayed, his size—which made her feel petite when she’d never felt petite in her whole life.

  A girl could get used to this kind of thing if she allowed it.

  His hips rose to meet her, making their joining hard and rough. Her pulse pounded in her clit, and she reached down to rub it. He watched her with interested eyes.

  “What is that?” he asked hoarsely.

  “My clit. You rub it hard and it makes me come. Orgasm,” she said, grabbing his wrist to move his hand there. He put a finger on her love button and rubbed her.

  Immediate shock waves of pleasure flowed from her core. The feel of his cock rubbing roughly in and out of her, combined with the alien feel of a man’s fingers on her clit were sending her careening into orgasm.

  Pleasure gripped her—hard. She screamed and milked his cock, her channel clenching and unclenching with hard, unceasing spasms that racketed through her entire being. She trembled from head to toe, leaning back with the force of her orgasm. Sweat beaded her body all over, and she could feel another orgasm right behind the first as he continued to rub her swolllen clit and pump into her. He groaned and shook, and she felt him come inside her hotly.

  He grabbed her hips, pinning her against him, shaking fingers and tense thighs.

  She collapsed on top of him, completely spent. Adrienne felt like a quivering mess laying on top of him, his cock going flaccid inside her, still hot and sticky feeling, but she was too lazy to move.

  She knew she was going to regret what she’d done in a few hours, when the surge of dopamine wore off and unused muscles came back to life.

  “You loved me well, wildcat,” he murmured, fingering her long hair.

  Adrienne realized the dickhead had just fucked her brains out, claimed her as his mate/bride, and never bothered to get her name. What a typical man! She guessed it didn’t even matter to him.

  She sat up, staring hard down at him.

  He chuckled at the evil look on her face. “Why the angry face? Did you not orgasm as did I?”

  She frowned deeper. “That’s not it. You didn’t even bother to get my name before you decided to claim me and fuck the shit out of me. It’s like it doesn’t matter who I am, what I want, or where I came from as long as you can fuck me and have your way with me. You never even told me your name, though I heard your king say it.”

  Dezec laughed. “Forgive my transgressions. I’ve been wanting to bed you since you decked me on the Nexus Lamian ship. I haven’t run across an Earth women yet that had the audacity to fight back. You will make me fine sons with a fighting spirit to equal a pure blood Heliodryad. My name is Dezec Zeta. I command King Anadaru’s forces. And what, pray tell, is your name?”

  She rolled off the top of him, bringing the red satin bedding up over her chest. It was hard to maintain any kind of superior position with him staring at her chest. “It’s Adrienne Raines. And I have no intention of having any baby’s with you. You’re a maniac if you think I’m going to have kids wit
h someone I don’t know and don’t love. You’re not even human. How do you know we can even do something like that?”

  “Our scientists have thoroughly checked your species out. It’s possible. We might have made a baby today.”

  The very thought sent a shudder down her spine. That was the last thing she needed. “You bastard! You came inside me and you can get me pregnant? You fucking bastard!”

  He laughed. “You had me trapped beneath you. Where was I supposed to put it?”

  She frowned at him and slapped his chest. “Where is my sister? I want to see her and make sure she’s all right.”

  “And what is her name?”

  “It’s Ebony. She’s probably being tortured and raped now as we speak.”

  His chuckle was annoying. “I am certain the King is taking good care of her. If she does well, she will be one of his concubines. Perhaps a bride”

  “Well that’s not good enough for my sister.” Adrienne stood and dragged the top sheet out from under the big lug. Well, tried to drag it. She couldn’t budge him enough to go anywhere but beside the bed. She didn’t have a damn thing to wear to get the hell out of here. He’d ripped up the only thing she had to cover up with. No doubt that was part of his plans to keep her rooted to the room.

  “And I want some real clothes. Not this crap y’all gave us to cover up with.”

  The smirky look on his face told her that he found her highly entertaining. She resented the hell out of it. “Get off you big lug!” she growled, snatching at the sheet.

  He snatched it back and dragged her back onto the bed.

  “Oh no, I’ve had enough of that shit out of you. You’re not getting your kicks from me anymore, not without giving me something I want.”

  “I think I know what you want,” he said, his eyes full of sensual menace.

  Before she knew what was happening, he was burying his cock inside her again. She shrieked and fought him, but she was too weak from their previous bout to make any headway. He pumped inside her, enjoying her struggles to get away, and she knew her fighting excited him to no end.