His three-fingered grey-colored hand pawed at the fabric covering her thigh.Panic threatened to choke her, but Cara held still, eyes narrowed, knowing he would stop.For some reason, he always did, as if he knew better than to touch her.
Eventually, after a few sickening moments, her captor released her, grumbling into his goblet, draining it with one last chug before signaling to a passing, frazzled alien for another.
In the corner of the bar, a commotion attracted stares and loud jeers.Cara watched, gaze wide beneath her hood, as an red-scaled alien with small tentacles extending from his mouth pushed one of the available prostitutes against the filthy wall.He rutted between her thighs, inhuman sounds reverberating from his throat as her moans filled the bar.The prostitute had approached Cara’s captor earlier with her breasts completely bared.She’d lifted her skirt to show him underneath but he’d waved her away, his stare steadily fixed on the door.Obviously, she’d found another customer.
Cara’s eyes slid away, swallowing, trying to ignore the grunts and sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.It felt like her heart was trying to beat its way out of her throat.
Breathe in.
A loud cheer and muffled roar told her the red-scaled alien had finished with the prostitute.With a quick glance, Cara saw another had taken his place and the sounds began again.Eyeing the growing group, forming a half-circle around the couple, she wondered how much longer it would be before the bar went full orgy.Again, she was glad for the cloak that covered her face and body.
The prostitute was on her third customer when she sensed her captor straightening beside her on the bench.The steel door had hissed open and the sound of heavy footsteps met her ears.
The sudden hush was deafening.It was something straight out of a western movie, with aliens craning their heads around their goblets to look at the newcomer.Even the couple fucking paused in their activities.
The hairs on her arms prickled.Slowly, Cara raised her eyes.
The alien that had just entered, the alien that had just sucked all of the noise out of the bar like a vacuum, that had just commanded the attention of every single breathing soul in that enclosed space, was looking straight ather.
Cara heard herself gasp as blood rushed under her skin, pumping to every part of her body.Though she knew the alien couldn’t see her face cloaked in the deep shadow of the hood, she felt completely exposed.Naked.
He was massive.That was Cara’s first impression.Standing at least seven-feet tall, he seemed even larger because of his sheerbulk.Cords and cords of rope-like muscles lined his bare arms.His shoulders were the size of basketballs.He was wearing a dark suede sleeveless tunic that stretched tight across his chest, highlighting square pectorals and a slab of defined abs.And his thighs…they looked as strong as tree trunks and filled out his smoke-colored pants.
When Cara’s gaze lifted to study his features, she felt her heartbeat stutter in her chest, suddenly breathless.But whether it was from fear or awe or something else entirely…she didn’t know.
His eyes were a bright blue, an impossibly shade for a human.They glowed in the low light of the bar as he returned her stare.His features, however, were more human than any other species present.Two wide-set eyes, except she saw no white—only pupils and blue irises.His nose was angular and straight, the bridge so sharp that she wondered if he could cut her with it.Full lips and high cheekbones that human male models would kill for softened the severity of his features.
But there was no doubt in Cara’s mind that he was brutal, deadly.Her gaze flickered from the jagged scar that ran from his temple to his cheek to the sharp points of two, smooth black horns that curved around the crown of his skull.The silence and sudden tension in the bar explained why she felt a rush of adrenaline, her fight-or-flight mode kicking in.
Then her eyes caught on his skin.At first, in the low light, his skin looked like her captor’s, a light steel gray.But as he began to approach, it shifted in color, shimmering like a mirage in a hot desert.As he passed underneath a hanging domed light by the door, his skin turnedgolden.
Unbelievable.
That was when she noticed something else.Her nipples were pebbled into tight diamond peaks underneath her filthy cloak and warmth swarmed her belly, making another bead of sweat drip down her face.The space between her thighs heated.She physically felt every powerful step he took towards her reverberate in her clit.
Cara’s lips parted.
What was happening to her?
Her brow furrowed as she wondered why her body was betraying her in a place like this.She couldn’t possibly feelaroused, not when just a moment before she’d been on the verge of vomiting, sick from fear.
Her captor, the gray alien that resembled a snake, with slitted nostrils and iridescent yellow eyes, stood from the bench, swaying.Even with his monstrous height, he only reached the newcomer’s shoulders, who stopped in front of the table before them.
In a language she couldn’t understand, the horned alien said something to her captor.His voice made the hairs on her arms stand on end.It was both as smooth as velvet and as rough as sandpaper.Either way, it made her clit give another helpless throb.
Though the alien spoke directly to the snake, his blue eyes were latched on her.His lips were downturned, an almost quizzical expression furrowing his sparse brows.It made him look angry as he tried to glare into the dark shadow of her hood.Out of reflex, Cara tilted her head down, trying to shield herself further.
Thiswas who her captor was meeting?Why?
The bar remained deathly quiet, even when the snake roughly grabbed her arm to make her stand.Cara bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain and surprise, but quicker than she could blink, the newcomer lashed out at her captor.She saw the glint of sharp claws and then the metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils, making her want to retch.
Before she knew it, her captor had tumbled over the bench, quaking the floor with his fall, cradling his arm which had fresh, deep cuts imbedded in his thick skin.Black blood flowed from the wounds.The blue-eyed alien hissed something down at him before unclipping a weighted pouch from his steel belt and tossing it down onto his chest.
The sound of clinking metal inside the pouch made the blood drain from Cara’s already pale face.And when the massive horned alien grabbed her around the waist, tucking her into his side, surprisingly gentle considering what she’d just witnessed…that was when Cara knew.
With that exchange, she’d just been bought.
The alien pulled her out of the silent bar and into the humid dark night.
