Accidental Abduction

Tren’s face filled the wall, his blue eyes almost opaque in his fury. “Z’nistakn,” he snarled. “You’ve crossed the line.”

The alien crowed. “Ah, has the mighty mercenary suffered a loss? So much for your reputation of always prevailing.”

Mercenary? Megan’s brow furrowed. Tren was a space pirate, or was he? Suddenly some of the things he’d said and done came together and she wanted to laugh at her naivety. Mercenary or not, she still loved the stupid, purple lug.

“You will return Megan to me this instance of suffer the consequences,” Tren ordered.

“I think not. Well, not until you’ve done a few tasks for me, then we can talk about a possible exchange.”

“You sign your death warrant then.”

“It will take more than threats to frighten me,” scoffed the lizard.

Tren’s lips curled into a sadistic smile that made her shiver, not in fear for herself, but satisfaction. The idiot who’d kidnapped her didn’t seem to realize he played with fire. “That wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.”

The alien laughed. “You seem to forget, I have an army at my disposal. Actually, as we speak, I’ve already dispatched my squadrons to take care of your vessel if you refuse to cooperate.”

Tren’s smile widened. “Who says I came alone?” The view on the screen switched to show one tiny ship hovering in space and then suddenly, there were dozens of vessels of varying sizes.

A stink permeated the room as Mr. Lizard almost shit himself in sudden fear. His voice quavered when he spoke again. “You wouldn’t dare! The council won’t sit back and allow you to kill me. It would mean a declaration of war against your kind if you did.”

Tren’s eyes narrowed becoming flat and cold. Megan could almost feel the chill creeping from them. “If it takes a war to get my mate back, then bring it on. I am coming for her. And when I do, you and anyone one else in my way will die.”

The communication cut off and the scaly alien went into panic mode, screeching orders. Megan, however, couldn’t lift her jaw up off the ground.

Mate? Did he just refer to me as his mate? A grin spread across her face. He’d not only come for her, he loved her enough to start a galactic war. How cool was that? Nothing says I love you like bloodshed and violence.

Nearby explosions sent vibrations through the room and Megan jumped up from the chair and moved to put her back against a wall just as the lizard turned to face her.

“You! Come here, female. Since you mean so much to him, then I’ll need you to escape. He won’t dare harm me if you’re in my possession.”

“If you want me, come and get me,” she taunted. The lizard advanced on her just as the door to the room blew open. Megan, though, didn’t dare let her eyes stray from the advancing alien, even as the wails of dying creatures filled the air. Along with the screams came the acrid smell of burning flesh and plastic which made her nose twitch and her eyes water.

A roar of pure fury swept through the room, but Megan didn’t have time to grin or look as her purple marauder arrived to the rescue. The lizard freak reached her and made to grab her. Megan dodged the claws and pumped her foot up hard. With a squeal of pain, the lizard bent over double. Then he went sailing across the room as Tren arrived and tossed him aside like rubbish.

A second later, he crushed her to his chest-one armed because the other hand was still busy firing. He planted a quick bruising kiss on her lips and then tucked her behind him. A gun in each hand, he picked off the remaining troops until the only groaning body left belonged to Mr. Lizard.

Tren holstered one pistol before tucking her under his arm, tight against him. “Are you injured?” he asked gruffly.

“Just a few bruises. You got here just in time.”

“I would have arrived sooner, but Jaro forced me to wait for backup.” His disgruntled tone warmed Megan as they strode over to the councilor who tried to crawl away. Tren planted a black boot on his back and flattened him.

“I’m glad he made you wait; otherwise, your chance of succeeding would have ended up a lot slimmer. Besides, what matters is you came to save me in the first place.”

Almost opaque blue eyes swiveled to meet hers. “I will always come for you.” He turned away as he pointed his gun at the lizard’s head.

Megan grabbed his arm. “Wait. Should you do that? What if it starts a war with your people?”

Tren fired and the alien’s head disappeared in a splatter of things best left unmentioned. “Your safety is worth more than any blood or mayhem that emerges from my actions this day.”

Megan gaped up at him. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Tren turned and shot over her head at something that squealed. “Can this conversation not wait until we’ve made it back to safety?”

“Oh, fine. Change the subject. Isn’t that just like you,” she ranted. “Here, do something useful then since you won’t admit the obvious.” She held up her bound hands. Tren yanked a knife from a sheath and sliced through the restraints. Freed, Megan stooped and grabbed a gun.

“What are you doing?” he barked.

“Helping of course,” she replied.

“You can help by staying out of the way.”

Megan grinned. “Make me.”

Upended over his shoulder, her breath left her in a whoosh. She watched the play of the muscles in his buttocks as he carried her to safety. And to make sure he hurried, she stroked them.

Chapter Fourteen

Tren didn’t relax until they’d made it back to his ship, a return trip made much easier by the fact most of Z’nistakn’s troops disappeared when they sighted him; their courage had flown with their leader’s life. A good thing, too, considering the distraction hanging over his shoulder. His naughty mate, instead of succumbing to hysterics, toyed with him, urging him to hurry because as she stated emphatically, “I’m dirty and horny.”

He quickened his pace and upon boarding his craft, which he’d landed even before the battle and ultimatum, headed straight for his quarters.

Jaro waylaid him on his way to his chambers, standing in front of him like an immovable wall. Tren almost shot him, his patience wearing thing. “Get out of my way,” he growled.

“The galactic council’s been calling.”

“Tell them I’m busy,” Tren barked, the throbbing need in his loins more important.

Jaro smirked. “I think having a mate has addled your brains, a fate I hope to never suffer. But mental problems aside, before you go bury yourself in her, you should know that there will be no reprisals for our actions today. On the contrary, Z’nistakn recently earned a removal order which, since we took care of it, will mean a nice credit boost to us both.”

Tren didn’t bother arguing about the split in the profit, even though he had been the one to kill the slimy councilor. “Fine. You’ve given me your news. Now move.”

Jaro held up a hand. “Hold on, there’s more. With the recent opening of a seat on the council, and given your loyal work, they’ve nominated you to the position. A great honor for our people, as you know.”

“Tell them no. I don’t do politics.” Too cutthroat even for him.

“He won’t have time,” piped in Megan. “Because he’ll have his hands full with me.”

“Silence female.” Tren smacked her bottom, not hard, but she squeaked anyways and pinched his buttocks in retaliation. Tren almost took her right against the wall, brother watching or not. He restrained himself-barely.

Jaro shook his head. “Refuse that kind of honor? You can tell them then. I’m just playing messenger.”

“Now go play bridge commander and don’t bother me unless something needs killing,” Tren ordered. Jaro laughed as he stepped aside finally. Tren stalked past him and slapped the console leading into his room. He slid the portal shut cutting off his brother’s laughter.