Taken by Space Pirates: A SciFi Alien Romance (Bound to the Alien Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Flora Dare
attempting to murder me."
The other woman stepped back, and then a scowl crossed her face. Her words were hard and short. "I'm sorry you were uncomfortable, Princess, it was certainly not intentional. I had no idea you were so soft and weak, a delicate little flower."
I just kept staring at her. I had doubted she intended to kill me, but the end result would have been the same. I was on the cusp of entering torpor and they never would have known how to bring me back. I tilted my head and let the edges of my mouth lift in the imitation of a smile. "Knowledge is power, after all. Now you have the knowledge that my people do not handle excessive cold well.
I hated the woman glaring at me. How dare she accept Sam's attention, he was mine. A foreign feeling rose up in me. I wanted to rip her lying tongue out of her head. I started to see red. How dare she look at him? How dare his arm rest on hers? The sound of my hissing shocked me out of my building rage. Her eyes were wide and slightly frightened. He looked surprised.
I felt betrayed and utterly confused. My heart was racing and my palms were slick with sweat. I flexed my hands, trying to shake off the growing sensation that was burning inside of me. It was like a lightning bolt striking me when I realized...this was jealousy. This is what my father felt when he saw anyone near my mother. I started panting, short of breath, my throat constricting. I was just like my father, I had the worst, most soul-destroying form of Pogona .
I backed away from them the two steps I could before the backs of my legs hit the couch. It was taking everything in my power not to lose control. I took deep breaths and thought I wasn’t going to be able to control myself, to hold myself against the onslaught of pure fury. I wanted to rip her throat out with my teeth.
I covered my mouth with my hands, realizing I'd bared my fangs, that I was primed to attack. And then he touched her arm. Maybe he was going to send her away, or maybe he was comforting her. The thread binding my anger and holding me together snapped, and I launched at her.
I knocked him away from her. The captive bands bound my wrists together, but I could use my hands as a club, and I knocked her off her feet. My blinding rage gave me an unholy strength as I wrapped my hands around her throat.
She clawed at my hands, trying to break my grip, but my scales gave me more than enough protection against her feeble struggles. A red mist covered my vision and I tried to squeeze her head off when he tackled me.
It was like being hit by a shipping bot and the blow knocked me clear of her. Much like when I ran from him, his weight held me down on the ground. The red rage melted away as he held me down. At his touch, the flood of hurt and hate drained out of me, like it had never been there. I felt a connection to my father I'd never before understood or recognized. He couldn't control himself around my mother.
And I couldn't control myself around Sam. There seemed to be no solution. Even if we tried to break the bond, it had never been successful with this kind of Pogona . He flipped me over on my stomach, forcing my hands behind my back. He slapped another set of captive bonds on my ankles and pulled my feet up to my hands.
I didn't fight him. I couldn't. I could only direct my rage around him. If he understood what was happening, he would realize what kind of slave I could be to him and that all he had to do was fuck me and I would do anything he wanted.
I started to pray that Ardal would actually kill me for choking her. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, I couldn't bear to watch him comfort her. I wasn't sure how I would respond, how I would react. I wasn't sure what would happen if I had to watch.
I finally opened my eyes when I heard footsteps approach. It was her, and she was enraged. The imprint of my hands wrapped around her throat was visible. That satisfied something twisted
The other woman stepped back, and then a scowl crossed her face. Her words were hard and short. "I'm sorry you were uncomfortable, Princess, it was certainly not intentional. I had no idea you were so soft and weak, a delicate little flower."
I just kept staring at her. I had doubted she intended to kill me, but the end result would have been the same. I was on the cusp of entering torpor and they never would have known how to bring me back. I tilted my head and let the edges of my mouth lift in the imitation of a smile. "Knowledge is power, after all. Now you have the knowledge that my people do not handle excessive cold well.
I hated the woman glaring at me. How dare she accept Sam's attention, he was mine. A foreign feeling rose up in me. I wanted to rip her lying tongue out of her head. I started to see red. How dare she look at him? How dare his arm rest on hers? The sound of my hissing shocked me out of my building rage. Her eyes were wide and slightly frightened. He looked surprised.
I felt betrayed and utterly confused. My heart was racing and my palms were slick with sweat. I flexed my hands, trying to shake off the growing sensation that was burning inside of me. It was like a lightning bolt striking me when I realized...this was jealousy. This is what my father felt when he saw anyone near my mother. I started panting, short of breath, my throat constricting. I was just like my father, I had the worst, most soul-destroying form of Pogona .
I backed away from them the two steps I could before the backs of my legs hit the couch. It was taking everything in my power not to lose control. I took deep breaths and thought I wasn’t going to be able to control myself, to hold myself against the onslaught of pure fury. I wanted to rip her throat out with my teeth.
I covered my mouth with my hands, realizing I'd bared my fangs, that I was primed to attack. And then he touched her arm. Maybe he was going to send her away, or maybe he was comforting her. The thread binding my anger and holding me together snapped, and I launched at her.
I knocked him away from her. The captive bands bound my wrists together, but I could use my hands as a club, and I knocked her off her feet. My blinding rage gave me an unholy strength as I wrapped my hands around her throat.
She clawed at my hands, trying to break my grip, but my scales gave me more than enough protection against her feeble struggles. A red mist covered my vision and I tried to squeeze her head off when he tackled me.
It was like being hit by a shipping bot and the blow knocked me clear of her. Much like when I ran from him, his weight held me down on the ground. The red rage melted away as he held me down. At his touch, the flood of hurt and hate drained out of me, like it had never been there. I felt a connection to my father I'd never before understood or recognized. He couldn't control himself around my mother.
And I couldn't control myself around Sam. There seemed to be no solution. Even if we tried to break the bond, it had never been successful with this kind of Pogona . He flipped me over on my stomach, forcing my hands behind my back. He slapped another set of captive bonds on my ankles and pulled my feet up to my hands.
I didn't fight him. I couldn't. I could only direct my rage around him. If he understood what was happening, he would realize what kind of slave I could be to him and that all he had to do was fuck me and I would do anything he wanted.
I started to pray that Ardal would actually kill me for choking her. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, I couldn't bear to watch him comfort her. I wasn't sure how I would respond, how I would react. I wasn't sure what would happen if I had to watch.
I finally opened my eyes when I heard footsteps approach. It was her, and she was enraged. The imprint of my hands wrapped around her throat was visible. That satisfied something twisted
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