And some how, some way, she’d ended up in the lap of this alien, who was giving her this crazy opportunity.She was freaked out of her effin’ mind.But perhaps a part of her needed to be.She hadn’t felt fear in a long time, because she’d been so secure, so safe.She’d forgotten that sometimes, fear felt good.Fear meant that shealive.
For now, she would do this.For one month, she would experience something she’d never experience again.
Her only rule?
Don’t fall for the big, sexy alien, whose lap you’re currently straddling.
* * *
After breakfast, Kate followed Vaxa out of the dining hall.Her feet were bare against the metal floors of the ship and unbelievably cold.She felt naked, exposed, but she knew that he didn’t have any clothes that would fit her.What she wouldn’t give to have her lavender elephant print pajama bottoms and a nice pair of fluffy slippers right now.
She’d keep his shirt though.It was airy, light, and soft, unlike any material she’d ever felt or seen in her life.The only downfall?She felt like she was constantly aroused in it, like Vaxa’s scent was threaded through the material, a constant stimulation.
They’d eaten the rest of their meal in silence, even though Kate had had a billion questions flitting around in her mind.
Her new motto?Roll with it.
Getting kidnapped by aliens and offered up as a prize in a fight?Roll with it.Being taken as said prize by an alien with mirage-like skin and a wicked, ridged tongue and cock?Roll with it.Being offered a ride home if she spent one month as said alien’s mate?
She’d damn well roll with it.
Kate had a feeling that being as nonchalant as possible would be the best way to process what she was going through.In some ways, she felt like she was in a dream, like nothing was real because nothing made sense anymore.If she got home—no,whenshe got home—she’d have a proper freak out and probably land herself in some mental hospital, rambling on about being abducted by aliens.
She’d worry about that later, though.
“Where are we going?” Kate asked him, not recognizing the path they were taking.The ship washuge.Massive.
“To train,” he said, pulling her closer.He seemed unable to keep his hands off her, like touching her gave him comfort.
“Train?”
“Tev.We are warriors.We must train.Every span.”
Glancing at his muscles out of the corner of her eye, Kate pictured some gym weight room on steroids.How else would he get those ropey, shifting slabs of muscles?
“Female,” he growled, casting her a side look.His fingers flexed around her waist and she bit her lip, her thighs clenching.Why did he have to have some crazy bloodhound nose?
They reached a steel set of doors and when they swooshed open, Kate saw at least twelve square holes sunk into the floor.No weight equipment in sight.Rather, small fighting arenas.Fightingpits.
Vaxa wound his way around the pits.As they passed every one, Kate glanced down into them and saw that each one housed two of Vaxa’s men engaged in intense, brutal fights, blood and gore and all.
She didn’t know what surprised her more: that their blood was a dark blue color or that this wasallowed.She’d never seen fights so vicious.She watched as one alien sunk his claws into his opponents’ shoulder and ripped a bloody chunk of skin off.The opponent didn’t even cry out; he just kept on fighting, retaliating with a claw slash that ripped through muscle and tendon.
Her horror must have shown on her features because Vaxa turned to her, frowning, “What is wrong?”
“This—this is barbaric!” she cried out, her wide eyes glancing down at each and every fight they passed.The fighters didn’t even glance up, so consumed they were in their arenas.
“So are battles,” he answered, her words rolling off his shoulders.“I would rather my men be prepared.Luxirians heal fast.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she protested.“This is…this is just…”
She was at a loss for words.But she shouldn’t be surprised.She’d seen the scars along Vaxa’s skin, his back, and even though she hadn’t asked him how he got them…she now knew.
Vaxa stopped at the pit that ran along the back wall.It was the largest pit of them all and she saw that another alien male was already down inside, warming up.The alien looked to be the same height and build as Vaxa.He was bare-chested and just as muscled.But one of his black horns was chipped and a large scar ran down his cheek.His hair was a light brown, not black like Vaxa’s.
“Lihvan,” Vaxa said to her.“He is one of my war generals.”
From down below, Lihvan inclined his head to her, eyes taking her in with a curiosity that she’d already encountered.“Lavrix’an.It is nice to see your face this time.”
