I don’t think the Pax originally saw me as a sexual being. Interest began when my former master tossed her final comment over her shoulder. She was alerting them to new information they didn’t have. She only traded with the Pax because her son was just coming into his hormones and becoming fascinated with me. The Racon never interbreed with other species.
Make that one a brooder. She’s got the innards for it. Her words whisper through my mind with alarming regularity. I think it’s because every being desires a mate and that basic need has been twisted into something ugly and undesirable for me. My situation is constantly at odds with wanting a mate and children of my own. Slaves don’t get to have those kinds of things in life.
The nasty Tandorian saw me as a potential sexual partner, that’s for sure. If the stark expression of lust on his face is any indication, the Drakon Prime definitely sees me as not only breed compatible but desirable. With all my scarring, I never would have thought that males with options would want me. It is clear this idiot just wants to have a round or two of hot sex with the slave who doesn’t have the option to say no.
Good grief, the dragon man is still staring at my chest. Glancing down to see what’s captured his attention, I realize that I accidentally plumped up my breasts when I was trying to appear defiant. Jesus, they look three times their normal size. With the way he’s staring at me, another idea pops into my head.
Grabbing the bars between us with both hands, I lean back slightly against the wall, giving him a view of my scantily clad body. His eyes travel up and down my body, lingering on my hips. Trying to sound sexy and accommodating, I ask demurely, “Have you ever mated with a human female?”
“No.”
“I’ve never been with a Drakon warrior, much less a big strapping Prime like you.”
He preens a bit and moves closer. “Human females are trouble. On the remote chance that a warrior is able to secure one, he’s faced with a long string of never-ending battles to keep other males from stealing her away.”
“Maybe we’re worth every bit of the trouble. Did you ever think about that?”
Suspicion creeps into his expression, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you being so calm and accommodating?”
“I freaked out when all those warriors began putting their hands on me. Right now, it’s just you and me. That’s something I can handle.” I smile seductively and move closer to the bars, grabbing his attention. Is he imagining what my hands would feel like on his body? I’m intentionally within his reach now. All he has to do is reach out and take the bait.
He immediately backs away. “Coming to see you was a bad idea. I have an armada to lead, missions to plan, and no time for the complications of an unstable human female.”
My skittish abductor is halfway to the door before I can think of a believable protest. That’s just my luck. Mumbling under my breath, I fling myself back down on the end of the strange cot. Damn it Carissa, you blew that one all to hell.
Gods of chaos, what was I even thinking by trying to seduce him in the first place? The big brute could probably have any one of a select number of disreputable women of his ilk. He clearly isn’t the type to fall for the hype about human women being the best breeders. He already made it perfectly clear that he was all about collecting the bounty on my head. Frustrated at his refusal to give into his lust, I scramble to my feet again and begin to pace. I have to figure out how to get him to drop his guard long enough for me to slip away.
Getting on his good side represents my best chance of escape, so I begin plotting on how to manipulate him. If we become close, maybe he’ll want to sample the goods. If that happens, he’ll mostly likely take me to his quarters. This grimy cell is no place to take off one’s clothing, even for a slimy character like Tarion of the Hielsrane. The big pompous jerk is about to be schooled by a weak, pathetic human and he isn’t going to like it much.
Being transferred to another location is the best time to escape, as it will be a less restrictive environment. I have to gain his trust, which means I won’t be able to escape immediately. Maybe, just maybe he’ll get slack when it comes to monitoring me. That would dramatically increase my probability of making a clean getaway.
I’ll have to find my way to some small, backwater planet and lay low. With the size of this guy’s armada, he clearly has the resources to track me pretty damn far. Plus, whenever his crew gives up the chase, he’ll probably light up the communi-stream with my last known whereabouts. I don’t want everyone the galaxy who might be hunting me down for the bounty to be given information on my last known whereabouts.
When we were face-to-face, I noticed that underneath the bad clothing and worse attitude he seemed kind of hot. Still perving on his muscles means I could probably stand sharing his bed long enough to get the drop on him and make my escape. Truth be told, I’m fascinated by his smoky scent, and the way his breath feels on my skin woke something dark and needy that’s been hidden away deep inside my psyche. Who knows, if he likes me well enough, he might just let me disappear. Ha, fat chance of that happening, Carissa.
He did seem concerned that I wasn’t being treated like a true brooder. I’ll admit to being fascinated by his implication that women are well cared for and important, even if they aren’t entirely free where he comes from. Maybe playing
