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An aristocratic nose divided his face symmetrically down the middle, it was complemented by intense eyes, sparkling deep purple, a color I had never seen before.
He was staring down at the man on the throne with a derisive sneer playing along the edges of his lips, even though it seemed he tried to hold it at bay. His dislike for the leader of the creatures who had attacked Earth and taken me was obvious.
Only his thick lips contrasted the severity of his features. As everything else about him was hard.
This however was where the similarities between him and a human male ended.
Deep ridges crisscrossed his skin, over his chest they appeared symmetrical, like a honey comb, but on his armsthey changed to a more linear pattern. I wasn't sure what they were, definitely not scales, and definitely not human.
As to his hair and skin color, I couldn't decide. His skin was dark and held a kind of deep reddish hue, but appeared metallic. He was interesting and fascinating, but also terrifying in his alienness.
Even though the other creatures were aliens as well, and had given me ample reason to fear them, this man represented something else, his movements were controlled and deliberate. He was a man used to power and people doing whatever he said.
I tried to figure out his role among the other aliens who most definitely were of a different species, but drew a blank.
Next to him, a few steps lower, stood another impressive-looking warrior, except his skin color was a metallic green and where the first man's hair was black with reddish streaks, this man's hair was black with bright green streaks. After another moment, I noticed a lot more of their kind, huddled in a group, all of varying colors, looking as if they were ready to do battle.
But I only had eyes forhim.
Despite my desperate situation, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was gorgeous and captivating. And with hispartly human-like appearance I wondered if he would have pity and help us.
Just then, the gray alien on the throne gesticulated toward us and chirped something in his language while the human-like alien turned his head to regard us. Something like disgust spread over his face followed by a sneer, and my stomach sank. I prayed it wasn't disgust for us but rather for our situation.
And then it came to me, this man looked like a warrior from long-ago times. Like a barbarian, or Hun, which I thought might be why I kept comparing him to a human despite the obvious alien differences between us.
He shook his head but the other alien continued gesticulating at us. With an impatient growl the warrior alien perused the group I was standing with, quickly his eyes darted from one woman to another as if this were a chore he wanted to get over with as quickly as possible.
When his eyes landed on me, I sucked in my breath. My heart hammered faster, but for the first time in days not in fear. A deep primal urge rose up inside me to throw myself at this man's feet and beg for mercy, beg him to protect me.
I didn't know where that Silla came from. All my life I had been an independent woman, priding myself on doing everything myself, never needing anybody, but for the first time in my life I needed somebody, really neededhim.
For some unfathomable reason it was I who broke our eye contact. I deliberately turned my head from him. I didn't know who this desperate Silla was inside me, but I didn't like her. No matter how much I needed somebody, it wasn't him with his sneering expression and strange skin. Despite the many romance novels I had read I did not want to be fucked by an alien, thank you very much. No matter how good-looking he was.
No matter that I had zero, zilch bargaining power here.
One of my foster moms had always told me that one day my pride would be my downfall. Seemed like she had been right and today was the day as his eyes moved on.
Disappointment churned in my stomach and I called myself a fool, a stupid fool. I should have flirted with him, used myassetsas my boss had called my tits, and enticed him.
Enticed for what?I wondered, because for all I knew this massive super-human-looking alien ate little girls like me for breakfast, or a snack. Not that I would have minded him eating me—Stop it! I called myself out, Stop it right now.
I knew I was flirting with an honest-to-God meltdown, was only seconds and another terror away from turning into a weeping mess, but my snarky, prideful inner self wasn't neededhere.
He said something to the king alien in a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. It was so low and guttural it strongly appealed to the primal side emerging within me.
I bit my lip to suppress a hysterical laugh escaping at the thought of him being a caveman, clubbing me over the head and throwing me over his shoulder. Kind of like,me Tarzan, you Jane.
And yes, it appealed to me, because right about now I would have loved somebody to sling me over his shoulder and end this nightmare one way or another. Even being fucked didn't sound that bad right about now, at least it would tell me that I was still alive. Especially if he were the one doing the fucking.
I shuddered, willing my stupid mind to shut up. While I watched the alien man raise his arm and point at… me!
My knees buckled and I was sure I would have crumpled to the ground had two gray aliens not grabbed me by the elbows right then and pulled me away.
Talking to King Croughused up all my patience and I was about to give Ryggs the agreed upon signal to get me out of here, when a commotion caught my attention.
Led by several Cryons, a group of the same unfortunate creatures I had noticed earlier in the hangar was brought in. Naked and with their arms still bound behind their backs, I observed them with a grim taste in my mouth.
I was too busy trying to think of a way to save this obviously intelligent race from the Cryons to notice that the entire group consisted of naked merrilies—adored ones, givers of life, females—very appealingnakedmerrilies.
