He snorts as he looks at me, then the corner of his lip curls up in a remarkably sexy smirk.
“Holy shit,” I say. “What the fuck is happening?”
They give each other a look I don’t understand. Mostly because I don’t know if alien expressions translate to human ones. I’d say they look a combination of relieved, skeptical, and something else.
“You’re back where you belong,” Sharp says. “That’s what’s happening. And you’re going to pay for making us come this far and look this long.”
“You might enjoy pranks,” the barbarian says. “But this goes way beyond a reasonable joke, pet. It took us years to find you.”
I stare at them blankly. “Am I being detained?”
I don’t know why I ask it that way. Abducted is really a better word, I guess, but that seems cliché. Also, there’s something about their demeanor and all their words that makes me feel like I am in trouble. So it feels a little more like being hunted down by alien cops and… made to come?
I’m excited, horrified, scared, and probably a whole lot of other feelings as well. It’s hard to categorize them all. It’s impossible to feel them all. Part of me is just relieved that anything is taking place at all.
I have been waiting for something to happen, I realize. Years have passed me by while I’ve been in a sort of haze of just trying to survive. I woke up in the hospital, needed money, and just had to get on with things.
These aliens are promising me the one thing I don’t have: context.
“I know you don’t believe me, but my brain got scrubbed,” I tell them. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Let me explain, then,” Sharp says, leaning down a little so his reptilian gaze locks more intimately with mine. “You belong to us, and you are going to suffer the consequences of your actions whether you claim to remember them or not.”
“You have got to stop talking to me in that tone,” I say. “I really don’t like it.”
The bull smirks and then laughs. “Nothing has changed,” he says. His voice is a deep baritone that would give the club’s speakers a run for their money. “Even if you can’t remember anything, you remember how to be…”
“A problem?”
“Trouble,” he finishes his sentence.
“Oh, in that case, I have changed. Trouble doesn’t interest me nearly as much as causing problems does. Trouble sounds like a kid who did something wrong. Problem is worse.”
“You were enough of a problem when we had you,” Mr. Grumpy says. I’m just going to start mentally naming them, because for the most part, they’re not bothering to introduce themselves. I know his name is Sharp, but I don’t want to think that right now. That’s kind of hot, and I don’t want to find him hot.
I do, however, find the sharp-toothed barbarian incredibly attractive. It’s not hard to name him.
Mr. Hot runs his fingers through my hair lightly. It’s a gentle, affectionate, knowing sort of touch. It makes a little shiver of excitement rush through me.
“You’re ours. Our pet. And we are very glad to have you back.”
Outside the window, the Earth is getting a lot smaller. It takes me a second to realize that’s because we’re moving away from it.
“Uhm. Seriously. Are you guys… are you… abducting me?”
“We’re reclaiming you,” Mr. Hot says.
“And it starts with removing this clothing that stinks of Earth,” Sharp adds.
Before I can come to terms with being stolen from the only planet I have ever known, the three of them start stripping me, removing every scrap of the clothing that stands between me and them. There’s no reason to allow them to do this, and there’s no way to stop them. They are all so much bigger and scarier and hotter, and my already skimpy clothing is no match for their huge alien hands.
“You were gone for far too long, pet,” Mr. Hot says. “I missed you. We all missed you.”
“I don’t remember… Ow!” I gasp as someone smacks my ass. I can’t tell which of the hands just made sharp contact with my ass, but it hurt.
“You are such a naughty little brat,” Mr. Hot says. “Pretending to forget us while your body clearly remembers us. Look at how you respond. How wet you are…”
He runs his hand up the inside of my leg, letting his fingers start to drift toward the apex of my thighs with carnal intention. I am still wet from the orgasm in the club, and he takes that as some sign my brain works, which makes me think he doesn’t know humans at all.
