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He just narrowed his eyes.

  She looked down, unfastening her pants. “Just close your eyes and pretend I’m a Veslor woman. While you’re at it, imagine we’re somewhere else. I can’t beat you in a fight but if you like aggressive women, I can do that. Take off your clothes and get your behind over here.”

  “My behind?”

  She shoved down her pants, sat on the exam bed, and tugged them off, tossing them to the floor. Her underwear went next. It left her bottom half exposed, the fact that the aliens were probably watching made it worse, but she was going to do whatever it took to stay alive and protect Becky from being brought into the cell.

  “Ass.” She glared at him. “Get your ass over here, Gnaw. Better? I’m not used to cursing. Twenty-four years of not saying bad words is a tough habit to break in a day. We can be fined and whipped for breaking the law too many times.”

  “Whipped?” He appeared angry again. She also noticed he held her gaze instead of peeking at her bared lower half.

  She grabbed her shirt and removed it, keeping it within reach, then slipped off her work bra. The room was cold, and she felt more exposed than she’d even been in her life, but maybe the sight of her would tempt him.

  “Yes. Anyone who is arrested gets taken to the city, put before a judge, and they whip us in public to teach other women what happens when we repeatedly break the laws. I told you men control the women on my planet.” She took a deep breath and blew it out. “You said you like aggressive women. I can do that. Take off the pants, Gnaw. Do it now!”

  His gaze finally lowered down her body. She put in long hours and working in a greenhouse wasn’t easy. Becky had excess weight to give her curves, since Darla had always volunteered to do the harder chores that were more strenuous. She hoped Gnaw was tempted by what he saw.

  He spun away a second later, giving her his back.

  It hurt her feelings. Didn’t he understand how much courage and determination it took for her to remove all her clothes?

  It also made her mad. “Dang it, Gnaw. Get your big body over here!”

  “I can’t do this.”

  “You will. Turn around, come over here, and take off your pants.” She paused. “Why are you making this harder on me, huh? Dang you, you big jerk!”

  He turned, frowning.

  She got to her knees. “Am I that bad to look at? I’m naked. Do you know how difficult this is for me? The last time someone saw this much of me, I wore diapers and my mom gave me baths.” Tears filled her eyes. “Do you think I’m ugly?”

  His eyes widened, and he took a step closer. “No. You’re not ugly.” He frowned then. “You said you’ve experienced copulation before.”

  “Copulation?” She licked her lips. “That’s the word you use for sex? Yes, I have had sex. I just didn’t get fully naked. Anthony was fine with me wearing a dress and just shoving it up my body to get it out of his way. I haven’t seen a man naked before, either. I refused to look at that part of him when he opened the front of his pants.”

  His mouth hung open.

  “I realize that sounds pathetic. Trust me, I do. It wasn’t like I was dating him or we were in a relationship,” she said defensively. She stood on the bed, her anger building. “Do you think I wanted it to be that way? I did not. And once I made that deal with Anthony, I knew no one could ever marry me. It’s the culture on my planet. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. That would have been a real problem on my wedding night. My new husband would have grounds to divorce me instantly, and the law keepers would have arrested me. Some women are put to death for that kind of thing! It meant never marrying to keep myself safe from that fate. I was considered tainted. I was destined to become an old maid.”

  “Old maid?”

  “A woman who never marries or has children. That was the best outcome, but at least I would have stayed with my family.”

  He came closer. “What about the females forced to work in brothels? Do they become old maids?”

  She felt uncomfortable now, standing on the bed and staring down at him. The bed was high enough that she was way taller than him. She sank to her knees and covered her breasts with her hands, the cold room making her nipple peak. “They send them to the prison mines when they grow too old or aren’t appealing to customers anymore. Anyone who breaks the laws too often or commits an ultimate sin, like murder, is sent there for the rest of their lives. It’s our version of hell on Radison. No one ever leaves there alive.”

  He moved closer still, his gaze locked with hers. “They put your females there, too? Why?”

  “Anthony said all women sent to the brothels are sterilized, so it doesn’t matter if they force those poor women to live with criminals who will abuse them in the worst ways. Those mines are a place where they send our people to die. Not for new life to be born. He said it also keeps the males imprisoned there from killing fewer guards. All brothel workers and prisoners lose the privilege of making contact with family or friends. Our leaders fear it might cause a revolt if any of them are able to share stories of the abuse they’ve suffered. Do you understand why I made that deal with Anthony now? I couldn’t live knowing that’s the future my sister would face.”

  He stopped next to the bed, and she released her breasts, inching closer to him by walking on her knees. He didn’t retreat, at least. That encouraged her.

  “Did you ever have young with the human?”

  She shook her head. “Any male who fathers at least six children can be sterilized if they ask. Anthony’s wife had difficult pregnancies, since she was sickly. He was sterilized to protect her, but she never recovered after the last birth. She died within months. It was shortly after that when he offered to keep Becky safe if I allowed him access to my body.”

  “I don’t like this male.”

  “He only visited every six months and stayed for only a few hours. The alternative was way worse. It’s how I’ve learned to think of it.” She lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders. “We can do this together, Gnaw. I don’t want to die here. It’s about survival.” She stared deeply into his eyes. “I’ll lie down and, um, touch myself to get prepared. Maybe watching me will calm you down enough to have sex. Or you can turn away and imagine I’m like your women. Do whatever it takes for you to get hard, please? We must do this. I will do absolutely anything to protect my sister. Do you have a sister?”

  He shook his head.

  “Brothers?”

  “My grouping.”

  She wasn’t sure what that meant but nodded. “Would you do anything it took to protect them?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sure it would hurt them if you died. Right?”

  He nodded.

  “Okay. So we’re going to do whatever it takes to survive and give us more time before the Elth get mad enough to kill me. I’m going to lie down and…touch myself.”

  He closed his eyes but didn’t argue with her.

  Darla hoped that meant he was finally agreeing to having sex. She lay down on the bed, her heart hammering in her chest, and was grateful embarrassment couldn’t kill her. The aliens were probably watching. That made it even more difficult.

  She got comfortable on her back, lifted a finger to her mouth and wet it. Her gaze locked onto Gnaw. The sight of him, how big he was, how different, caused a little fear.

  He wouldn’t hurt her. She had to believe that.

  She slowly spread her legs and reached down, rubbing her clit. She just needed to get wet. Her body would react to stimulation of her clit. It had in the past, no matter how much she’d dreaded what was to come with Anthony.

  Gnaw kept his eyes closed, which helped. She stared at him, focusing on his face. He was handsome, for an alien. Kind of overly masculine in looks, his features a bit sharp, but Veslors were shifters. She’d read about them, though not enough to know much about aliens that could change into other forms.

  Frustration crept in when she continued having a difficult time manipulating her body, and she whimpered.

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sp; Gnaw’s eyes opened, and he looked down.

  Darla froze. He was staring between her legs. The urge to close them was strong but she stayed still.

  “I’ve read announcements from Vivian.”

  “Who?”

  “The first female mated to a Veslor.” He hesitated. “Are you certain you want to do this?”

  “We need to. Yes.”

  “Flip over.”

  She hesitated. “I’m not wet. Um, ready.”

  “I’m Veslor. I create…” He paused. “I read ‘oil’ is an unattractive term for a female of your race, but…we create it.”

  “Oil?”

  “Lubricant.”

  “Oh.”

  “Flip over.”

  She pulled her hand away, uncertain, but rolled onto her stomach. Gnaw gently cupped her hips and twisted her on the exam bed, until her legs slid over the edge. It left her lower half hanging off the side with her upper body resting on the padded surface. He moved in behind her.

  She grabbed hold of the other edge of the bed, closed her eyes, and sealed her lips. Even if it hurt, she wouldn’t cry. He was at least willing to do what it took to keep her alive, and she’d do anything if it meant Becky was safe.

  He released one of her hips, and she heard him fumbling with the loose pants. She slowed her breathing, thinking of her favorite fruit tree from the greenhouse. She liked to sit under it when the sun lamps were turned on. It wasn’t safe to stand directly under the blubs, but in the shade, she could lay there and literally watch the blooming happen all around her.

  “Spread your legs a little,” he rasped, his voice soft.

  She parted her legs and gripped the edge of the exam bed in a death grip. “I’m ready.”

  “I’m not.”

  He said it so softly, she wasn’t sure if she heard him right.

  She expected him to just shove inside her. Anthony always did that. Instead, she startled when Gnaw slid his fingers between her legs. There was something coating the tips of them. He found her clit…and began rubbing.

  She jolted again, and he bent over her, using his upper body to pin her in place. He gently massaged her slit, rubbing up and down, each pass touching her clit. It felt good. “What are you doing?”

  “Preparing you.” His voice was near her ear, and it sounded like a low growl.

  “Oh.” She bit her lip, and then moaned. It felt great, actually; much better when he did it. Whatever he called oil, it was warm and reminded her of massage lotion. His fingers were long, and he caressed her entire slit. He kept a slow, gentle pace, until she was panting and rocking her hips. She knew she was about to come.

  “Gnaw!”

  He gave another low growl and picked up the pace.

  She squeezed her eyes closed and her climax hit.

  She cried out, and he pulled his hand away. Then his weight lifted off her back.

  “Are you certain, Darla?”

  She nodded, keeping her eyes closed as her body continued to throb. “Yes. Do it. Take me…”

  “Fuck,” he snarled. Then he pressed something big and hard against her pussy, very slowly pushing against her vaginal opening.

  Her eyes flew open wide at the feel of the thick protrusion.

  He grabbed her hips with both hands, pinning her in place, and began to thrust, slowly, going deeper with every drive forward of his pelvis.

  He felt big, thick, and hard. She understood why he called whatever he had a rod. It felt like it. Remarkably, there was no pain, though.

  Then something brushed against her oversensitive clit. It felt firm but lubricated. It wasn’t his rod. That was inside her. Whatever was brushing her clit had Darla bucking and moaning within seconds.

  Gnaw snarled louder and drove into her even deeper, hesitated there, and then began to thrust faster.

  Darla moaned and clawed at the padded surface. Sex had never felt good for her before. But it did with Gnaw. Whatever was against her clit made her crazy, along with the sensation of being filled and ridden by him. Another climax built quickly.

  She cried out his name, coming hard.

  Gnaw kept riding her until he grunted. She felt it when he came, heated semen filling her. He stilled, buried deep inside her body, and then he lowered his chest to her back. She was firmly pinned under him as they both panted. He was careful not to crush her; she felt safely cocooned under him with his arms braced against her sides.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she said honestly.

  “You’re very tight.”

  “Well, you feel darned big.”

  “I am, compared to human males.”

  She nodded. “That makes sense. Um, why do you still feel hard?”

  He didn’t withdraw from her. “I’m a Veslor.”

  She wasn’t sure what that meant. Their breathing slowed, and she could still feel how large and hard his cock felt inside her. It confused her. She was sure men pulled out when they were done with a woman. That had always been her limited experience.

  Gnaw adjusted his body a little and gripped her hair by her braid, at the base of her neck. He tugged gently.

  She lifted her head and turned it, until their gazes met. He did have such beautiful eyes.

  “Did I hurt you? Tell me the truth.”

  “I’m fine.”

  He seemed to search her expression for something but then nodded. His hold on her hair released. “I’m nothing like the male you knew.”

  “I know. You’re better.”

  He searched her face again. “Are you just saying that?”

  “No. That…um…felt super good. I’ve never, uh, you know…before. Not during sex. Just by myself.”

  His lips curved into a small smile. “I’ll always make you feel pleasure. We’ll survive this together, Darla.”

  She nodded. They were a team at last, working together. “We will.”

  He tensed, rage flashing in his eyes. His sudden change of mood confused her—until a whiney voice came from the speaker.

  “Breed the human,” the Elth demanded. “More.”

  Chapter Five

  Gnaw fought to move inside Darla as her sex tightened around his rod. She called out his name, and her inner muscles milked him until his seed released. He snarled in pure pleasure, pouring every drop inside her body.

  He still had her pinned under him, bent over the exam bed. It put her at the perfect height for him to take while standing.

  It reminded him of a breeding bench, only much taller. They’d both have been more comfortable if it were closer to the floor, and they could be on their hands and knees. Not that he’d ever used one himself, but he’d been raised with the knowledge of their function.

  His seed sac throbbed from the third release. It had been nearly a year since he’d had a female under him. The fact that he wasn’t in any pain from foreplay only intensified the pleasure of the experience, instead of decreasing it.

  He could completely understand the allure of copulating with human females now. Not only did they not have a need to fight with a male to grow aroused, but their bodies seemed designed to take and give pleasure.

  He lifted his upper chest off Darla and slowly withdrew his rod from her tight sex. His spent seed had spilled down both of her thighs. He liked the sight of it on her pale skin. His gaze went to her pink slit. It appeared swollen. She still looked too small to fit him, but she had.

  He gently lifted her and turned her in his arms, kicking the ill-fitting pants away from where they’d fallen to his ankles.

  Darla peered up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. The trust she showed him with the ease of her touch astounded Gnaw. She looked tired but sated, as a female should after copulating. It made him believe he truly hadn’t done her any harm.

  Now Darla needed to be cared for in other ways. He carried her to the counter with the sink and gently sat her down. She appeared confused at first, until he turned on the water, wetting a cloth. He cleaned his seed from her body.
br />   Her face turned a pretty shade of pink, and her gaze lowered down his torso. He knew the moment she looked at his rod. Her eyes widened.

  “I’m not that different from your males in shape, but we have more size.”

  The speaker came on, and he tensed.

  “Keep breeding the human,” the Elth demanded again.

  Gnaw snarled, turned his head, and glared at one of the cameras. “These females are frail. Do you want her bred or killed? She needs rest and food.”

  The speaker cut off.

  He cleaned himself next, and then lifted Darla, taking her back to the padded bed. He gently placed her on it.

  She twisted, reaching for her shirt and putting it on. He knew humans liked to be clothed. He hadn’t been lying about reading Vivian’s announcements that shared information about human females to his kind. He’d taken an interest after Drak had bonded to Abby. They seemed happy, and sometimes he felt envious.

  Not that any of the females aboard Defcon Red had interested him. Most of the fleet females avoided his grouping, fearing or disliking them.

  He decided to put on the pants the Elth had given him. The material was rough, they fit badly, but they covered his rod. He fastened the front and checked on Darla.

  She quietly watched him. He wondered what she was thinking.

  “Are you well?”

  She nodded. “Tired. Hungry. Worried.”

  He felt guilt next for enjoying her body so much. While there had been nights he’d thought about copulating with a human female, none of those scenarios had included being kidnapped by an enemy and forced to breed. “You’re a brave female.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not.”

  “You are. Most females wouldn’t be as rational as you’ve been, or as determined to survive.”

  “That’s not bravery. It’s being sensible.”

  “I can’t see many of your females ordering me to copulate with them. I would expect they’d be terrified. I’ve noticed a lot of your kind fear me. You are brave, Darla.”

  “We’re in this together. Besides, I knew I’d have to sleep with someone to get Becky safe. I’m glad it was you. That was, um…” The cheeks on her face turned pink again, and she lowered her gaze. “Great.”