“I’ll tell you if you tell me everything about you and your kind. If you have ships, electricity, fuck, even soap. Do that, and I’ll get Yahiro for you.”
His lip twitched but he nodded regardless of the lie. “Fine. But I have one question first.”
“Hmm?”
“Where did you come from?”
“Earth. The sky. How many of you are there?”
He ignored her and looked up at the purple and grey sky; the few short minutes each day where the night and the day blended together, and the strange colors those unisons made. What he didn’t see was more of this female’s kind, this Earth place that she mentioned.
Terra. Planet. World. Gaia. Earth. Sonhadra. His eyes trailed from the colors above and back down to his world. What he saw were trees, moss, the faded outlines of the two moons off in the distance, and the terrain he had grown to know.
A sinking feeling boiled in the pit of his stomach and he looked at his captor in all her unusual orange garb, and the things she held in her hands; the others hanging off her hips. He smelled the constructed foreign smells that she emitted and listened to the unusual words that made his head feel light.
We’re not alone.It shook him to the core. He felt more at that moment then he had when his life came back to him.
“Well?” she prompted. He clenched his hands.
“It won’t be easy for you here.” He leveled at her, finally understanding the situation, and doing his best to keep his nerve. His eyes calmly went back to the rod she held. She pressed it back into him. This time right into the apex of pain under his bandage.
“If it’s not easy for me, it sure as hell won’t be easy for you!” She laughed again, humorless, wiping her eyes. “I didn’t think aliens could be so much fun. But,” she pressed closer to him, suddenly serious, “nothing about this is fun or easy. What do you say, valos? Can we strike a deal?” Her weapon clicked.
Another thick cord fell away. He talked over the sound it made. “That time has passed.”
“What do you mean? I’m the one with all the cards.”
The sun streamed through the space and the rest of the bands fell. “And I’m the one that’s free.”
Galan sliced through everything in his path, breaking free and apprehending the girl. Numerous shots were fired out but this time he was ready for them. Even when they embedded themselves into his skin.
Gun. Firearm. Weapon. Machine. He was amongst machines.
***
SUNDAMAR
His eyes fell on the female before they found Quist.
So much smaller than I thought.She had features that were more delicate than any valos he had ever come across and hair so black, so long, that it fell like his, loose across her shoulders and down her back. His heart raced like never before. He wanted to twine their hair together and caress the clash of colors it would make.
Sundamar took an involuntary step forward, wanting to be nearer to the girl, needing to be closer to her. Even from his position a dozen yards away, he could smell her exquisite scent, so different and more erotic than anything he had smelled before. Every fiber of his body stiffened and went on alert as a horrible, crushing desire to possess her in any and every way that he could overcame him.
A soft snore escaped her lips and he zeroed in.
Such soft lips, so feminine, so unlike Lusheenn.They pouted wet and red even in sleep, pliant and well used. His gaze caught Quist’s possessive one and noticed his brother’s whip sliding between them like a golden snake slithering through the brush.
The determined rage he had felt before came back. Sundamar would fight his brother for the female coiled in his arms. His painfully erect member demanded it.
“I’m the king,” he leveled at Quist, making his younger brother’s eyes narrow further. Sundamar was the strongest but even he couldn’t brandish his sword before his brother strangled him in the whip.
“Of what?”
The taunt did little to hurt him.
“You,” he said and nodded his head at the female. “Her.”
“I swore an oath to her, Sundamar. She’s mine.”
