I believed him. He didn’t have to help me escape to harm me. He could have beaten me, raped me or knocked me out cold by now, if that’s what he wanted. But I had learned to read people, and everything about this guy—except the fact that he was an alien—told me I could trust him. At least for now.
“What?” he asked as I stared at him.
I waggled my finger toward his face. “All that handsomeness would be wasted if you were an asshole.”
A slow smile grew. “You think I’m handsome?”
“Well, you aren’t covered in scales or poison slime.”
He stiffened as if offended. “You have very low standards for a male.”
I grinned and enjoyed teasing him. I didn’t have the time or inclination to stroke his ego. He was hot. Like, rip his clothes off hot. But I didn’t know him. I didn’t know where I was. My mate was dead. I couldn’t go home. I had nothing. No one. Nada. So I focused on the one thing I did know. The one thing out here that made sense to me.
“If you know Bertok, then you’re from Trion.” I didn’t state it as a question. When he’d noticed the piercings on my breasts, he’d recognized them for what they were: a Trion adornment.
His eyes widened again as if I continued to surprise him. “Yes.”
“Great. Then you can take me back. Do you have a ship?” I looked around as if it were a car parked on a street.
His gaze narrowed.
That was a yes if I ever saw one. “So, you do have a ship. The big blue lady’s going to track you down to get even, so why not head to Trion right now?”
“I will never return to Trion.” He turned on his heel and walked at a pace that forced me to run to keep up, as if he were walking away from more than me. “I will take you to Ivy and Zenos. Then you will be their problem.”
I wasn’t quite sure who Ivy and Zenos were, but I jogged and stared at his ass as I did so, glad for the time I’d spent exercising on Earth. Being able to run had meant survival for me on more than one occasion. “What about the scaly alien? The one covered in slime?”
“Jirghogis? He is not my problem. Based on what you said, you’ve got bigger ones. Like Bertok and Cerberus.” He ran a hand over his face then started walking again. “Fark, human. When you get in a mess, you don’t go small,” he said as he went.
I let him walk off. He might be good on the eyes, but he was a pain in the ass. And he’d refused to take me where I wanted to go. For all I knew, this Ivy and Zenos were blue and slimy, respectively. No, thank you.
I turned back the way we had come. There had been several smaller corridors along the way. I would find somewhere to hide. Steal some clothing and food. Look around, find a transport room or two and get the hell off this planet. If this Cerberus guy wanted me, if some blue lady was around probably trying to find me, I had to be gone. Pronto.
I’d transport to Trion and hunt down Bertok. Kill him.
Then I’d go home. I didn’t care what the law was. The Coalition and their Brides Program could go to hell. I was not staying out here. I was going to make sure Bertok could never hurt anyone else, ever again, and then I was going home.
Life sucked everywhere. At least on Earth, I knew the rules and how to break them without getting killed.
4
Isaak
“Fark. Stubborn female,” I muttered.
Tangling with the human had done irreparable damage to my equilibrium. I had not been this frustrated since I’d left Trion behind.
Her eyes spit fire, and all I wanted to do was accept the challenge, push her up against the wall, drive my cock deep and make her scream with pleasure. Which was completely opposite of every Trion female. Ever. I wanted a docile female. Meek. Submissive. Yet the Gods had set this wild Earthling in my path.
Nothing she had done was as expected. She did not tremble with fear after nearly being taken by a huge blue alien from Cerberus legion. She did not cry. She had stolen Jirghogis’ titan stick and threatened him with it like a cornered animal.
Like a wild animal.
Untamed.
I wondered what it would take to tame her in my bed.
My cock swelled to uncomfortable weight, and I cursed again. No. I would not become involved in this drama. I had offered her escape, a meeting with Ivy, a female from her own planet. I had wrecked my business alliance as well as cost myself a farking fortune already. I was not going to follow that female. I was not going to protect her from her own stubborn, reckless courage. She was not mine.
“Not mine.” I would have chanted the words to myself if I’d been able to get the vision of her eyes lit from within by cold rage. By challenge. She had not trembled, even when I’d touched her, when the lure of her soft skin had become too powerful to resist. No, she’d stood her ground and verbally sparred with me. She was like a charged ion blast waiting to go off.
Everything she said was a surprise. I hadn’t known what to expect out of such a tiny human, but...sass wasn’t one of them. Spunk. Fire. Passion.
My ship wasn’t far. I could be off this rock—without my ion cannon—in no time at all and leave her to her dangerous and insane plans for revenge.
“Fark.” My feet stopped moving of their own volition. Gods be damned. I couldn’t farking do it. I couldn’t walk away. Seemed I had some small shred of decency left. And it would, no
