Hunted: BBW Alien Romance (Warriors of Karal Book 4) (6 page)

“You lucked out, then.” The coughing had subsided, for now.

He didn’t say another word, simply came back to where she sat in the reclined chair, and hooked his hands around the elastic of her panties and dragged them down over her plump thighs.

“The decon’ will begin shortly.” He placed her panties on top of the overalls. “Stay in the seat. I’ll come back for you when it’s done.”

Then he exited the room, pressing a button for the door to close, and she heard the sound of it sealing. Sealing her in here, with what? Gas? Was it safe? She lay still, not daring to move, holding her breath so she didn’t breathe it in.

But that was useless, and the air escaped her lungs, making her cough again. Trying to calm herself, she lay back, closing her eyes and decided to let whatever happened, happen. She was tired of fighting, tired of struggling, and if she could make Garth happy—he seemed reasonable, if demanding—then she might have a good life.

Another cough.
If she lived that long
. Her mind wandered back over the images of her mom lying in bed, blood coming from her mouth as she coughed and coughed until her eyes bulged. Tears pricked Tamzin’s eyes. She hoped that wasn’t her fate, that she had been plucked from Earth just in time to be saved.

As she lay there, she knew she would do whatever it took to please the aliens. Because she wanted to live.

With that decision made, she relaxed, letting herself think of what the planet would be like. Again her mind shifted and instead began to wonder what Garth was like. Naked. What he would be like as a lover. Something she had never experienced, partly because she had worked all her life, and partly because she didn’t want to bring a child into the world, a child who might end up an orphan like she was.

There was no fun watching your parents die when you were still a kid yourself.

In the distance an alarm sounded, but she was too wrapped up in her dream world. Only when a hand was placed on her arm did her eyes fly open, and she looked into the beautiful deep pools of hope that were Garth’s eyes.

“Are you OK?” he asked, his hand still on her arm, stroking the side of her breast.

“Yes, I was dreaming.” She stared at him until he looked away, his emotions out of control.

“You should dress.” He pulled back, but didn’t leave.

She got up off the chair, feeling different. Feeling weird. “What was in that stuff?”

“I set the decon’ to sedate you. I was worried it might be painful for you otherwise.”

“Painful. Why? I thought you said it wouldn’t hurt?” Now she was suspicious of him: should she trust what he said?
At all
. Or did he lie to the poor human creature to keep her happy?

“Normally, it doesn’t. But I changed the settings to make sure it removed
all
impurities from your system.”

She reached for her panties and tried not to feel too self-conscious as she dressed, knowing he was watching her every move. “Was I that bad?”

“The sand is harder to remove than bacteria or a virus.”

She turned to him, her breasts swinging, his eyes drawn to them. “It got rid of the sand?”

“Yes. I couldn’t have you travelling to Karal with it in your body.”

“Wait, so my lungs are clear?”

“Yes, and your stomach. I could tell you how much you had in your body.” He turned to the console, and she reached for her bra, putting it on quickly and then struggling into the overalls, which were made from someone a lot taller than her.

“You know what, I don’t need to know.” She stood up, and began rolling the sleeves of the overalls up. “I’m just glad to be rid of it.”

Glad.
That was an understatement. Now she had a chance of a long and healthy life. With Garth. She was grateful to him, and the rest of the Karalian race, for plucking her from Earth. For choosing her to carry one of their children.

Not too high a price to pay, was it? Her health in return for having an alien procreate with her?

As she followed him out of the decon’ room, she watched his huge body move, so lithe and supple. Damn, she didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she wanted him.

She only hoped at that moment, if her mom was up in heaven, she wasn’t tuning into her daughter’s thoughts.

She confused him and consumed him. Seeing her luscious body naked for the first time made him want her right there, right then in the decon’ room. The sim had never had this effect on him; he had learned from it, but it had been so much more … sterile. No emotions flooding his body, making his senses attuned to her every move.

Now, as they walked back to the cruiser, it was all he could do to stop himself taking her here, up against the wall, not caring who saw. And the worst thing was, he was sure she wanted him too. That was the thing that surprised him the most.

He thought he would have had to urge her to let him mate with her, force her even, as his father would have forced his mother. But no, her eyes devoured his body in the same way he wanted to devour her lips. And that was what turned him on: being wanted, her eyes hunting him out, as if he was her prey. Garth had never been prey, to anyone.

“Sit there,” he said, pointing to the chair she had sat in to travel here. He would have let her in the control deck, but he was worried he might not be able to concentrate fully.

“OK.” She did as he told her to, and sat down, and he watched while she buckled her seat belt up.

“Everything OK?” Okil asked as he entered the control deck and took his seat.

“Yes, why wouldn’t it be?” he asked abruptly.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I have been here waiting for a full ten minutes.”

“I reprogrammed the decon’. She had sand in her body.” Garth powered up the engines.

“Ahh, so your compassionate side is unleashed at last, Garth. Good to know, I always worry about you warriors taking a female into deep space with you.”

“I am sure she will keep me sufficiently entertained on the voyage,” Garth said, wiping the images of her lying naked in his bed aboard the deep space cruiser from his head, as he launched them down towards Karal.

Okil laughed. “My, you have got it bad.”

“No, I have not. It is the prime, it is making me want to make a new life with her, a son, which means I have to mate with her.”

Okil laughed again. “Tell yourself what you have to, just make sure you look after her, and find the planet we need. I don’t care how much time you spend with your cock inside her as long as you fulfil your duty.”

“Don’t worry Okil. I will remember how much this mission and the humans mean to you.”

“And once you understand Tamzin, it will mean more to you too. Garth, they bring something to our lives which we never knew we were missing.” Okil fell silent and then said, “There is something more I should tell you.”

“You are in the mood for spilling secrets, aren’t you?”

“All the other deep space warriors know, so it’s only right I tell you before you begin this missions so that you know exactly what is at stake.”

Garth put his full attention on Okil now, sensing that he was about to give Garth the key to the mystery as to why the Hier Ruler and the Council were willing to accommodate these females, and allow them to be free on Karal.”

“Our species is about to become whole again. A female child will be born and our sons won’t have to search the universe for females when their prime comes. And that is thanks to the humans. So I cannot turn my back on them and simply take what we need.”

“How?”

“An accident in decon’. Or fate, as the humans like to believe in. Whatever it is, it is real. So please, Garth, find us a planet.”

Karal loomed large in front of them and he let his attention return to his job, making sure they landed safely. But all the time he thought of the female in the back, and that his people would no longer have to search the universe, they could become self-sufficient again.

“We won’t
need
them anymore, if what you say is true.” His words were spoken quietly, as though he were saying them to himself.

“Believe me, we do, Garth. They are our backup plan. If the females are infertile, then we will still need breeding stock. Humans can provide that. Think of it as a farm for Karal.”

Garth burst out laughing. “Now,
that
is how the Hier Ruler must see it, a farm for breeding females.”

“It is, Garth, but I don’t care how we look at it. It’s the right thing to do.”

“OK. You know, enough of this. I don’t need to know all the details, this is a mission for me, and I want to get my head straight. It’s bad enough not being able to get her out of my head.” He jerked his head back towards Tamzin.

“My advice, Garth, is to get her out of your head, out of your system, tonight.”

“You mean go back to my rooms now?”

“Not right away. You need to get Darl to give her something for her skin, the rain marked her badly.”

“You’re right.” They had landed in the airport, and he drove the cruiser over to the exit, Okil talking briefly to the guards, and then they were moving across the grasslands of Karal. He was happy to be home, but even happier to have a female with him. All these months some of the other Karalians had been kept warm at night by a luscious female body; now it was his turn.

“Take me to the tower, and then you can go to see Darl.” Okil left his seat and went to collect his belongings, speaking to Tamzin as he went. Garth experienced a stab of jealousy, but he let it go. She was his, and Okil already had a woman. “And remember to tell her about the mission, she has no idea. Unfortunately, she thinks she’s in for a nice cosy life on Karal.”

“Great. Let’s hope she takes it well.”

The more he thought about it, the happier he was that in two days’ time he would be leaving for deep space with Tamzin. By the time he returned he would be over this; he would be able to let go of the possessive feelings that flooded his body. He would have purged them from his body by indulging himself in her, whenever he wanted.

Yes, he knew about the need for the mission to succeed, but there were long, long days of nothing to fill while they travelled. And he knew exactly how he wanted to spend his time.

“Thank you, Okil,” she said as the big Karalian came over to say his goodbyes.

“Garth is a good man; he will look after you.” Okil’s look made her want to question what he meant, but she was still in awe of the aliens. She didn’t know anything about them. Other than the fact that they had healed her, saved her from a horrible, painfully prolonged death.

“I’m looking forward to seeing your planet.” She thought it was the safest thing to say, and it was true, she wanted to explore this new world and see all the new life there was here. And create a new life of her own. Yeah. An alien life.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other again. The human females do like to stick together, and as yet there are still so few of you.” He looked out of the window. “The tower. I need to gather my things.”

She looked out of the window too, wondering what he meant, and was surprised to see a great big building, with a high tower, almost like something out of mediaeval times, rising above the flat grasslands. It seemed out of place somehow.

Longing to ask questions, she called to Garth. “May I come and sit with you?”

He looked back at her, pausing for a second before nodding. “Okil is leaving, so you may take his seat.”

“Thank you,” she said unbuckling her seat belt and walking to the front, glad the vehicle moved smoothly or else she might have ended up on her butt.

“Don’t touch anything.” His words weren’t said maliciously, but more matter of fact.

“I wouldn’t dream of it; I have no idea what anything up here is for. Instruments like this are not really my thing, you know.” Gazing at all the buttons and dials, she wondered how he remembered what each was for—come to think of it, what were they all for. “It all looks so complicated.”

“It’s not.” He pulled a lever back and the cruiser stopped. “Most of it is for when we go into deep space. Although when we go, we will be traveling in a bigger cruiser.”

“When we go into deep space? You mean you and me, or a collective we?” This was news to her.

“Us. You and me. It is our mission to go into space and find a new Earth.”

“That doesn’t sound like a thing you need me for.”

“We are the fourth mission, none have returned yet. We will leave in two days’ time.”

“But I just got here,” she said, her voice shaking. Space, especially deep space, made her nervous.

“I thought you would be pleased. The Karal are hoping to form a colony for humans, so that you may survive as a race when your planet finally becomes inhospitable.”

“If we find somewhere, do I get to pick people to go?” She was thinking of Sybil and Thomsk, and his kids.

“That is not up to me, that is up to the Hier Council.” He looked up at the big tower, and she followed his gaze. “Is that who lives in there?”

“They don’t live there, but it is where they govern from. The Hier Ruler, our leader, is in charge.”

The ramp opened behind them and she turned to catch a glimpse of Okil walking down it, a couple of packs in his hands, and a roll of what she presumed was paper under his arm.

“May I ask him, your Hier Ruler?” Tamzin said.

“No. Unless we are successful. It is best to keep a low profile. He can be hard; it is not easy governing a planet like Karal, not when we are bringing you humans here and not shutting them away.”

“Is that what you would prefer, to shut me away?” The thought had never occurred to her.

“I have not decided yet.” His eyes twinkled, making those deep pools sparkle, and she knew he was joking, a thing confirmed when a soft dusky pink skimmed his hand.

“You are making fun of me.” Tamzin touched the back of his hand and felt him tense, but not in a threatening way. Immediately the air became charged with a tension that had not been there before, but had been present on the space station. “Are you going to show me your home?”