Free Ecstasy Bound by Ruth D. Kerce Page B

a man easily fooled.
    She did have a backup plan if everything suddenly blew up in her face. Her ships were heavily armed. She was prepared to sacrifice whomever or whatever she had to in order to survive.
    “How is the upgrade progressing?” Rave asked, motioning toward the remote control device around her neck.
    “Slowly.” Actually, the plug-in tracker was almost complete but Rave didn’t need to know that. She’d shown too much interest in the device and Kam for her liking.
    Frost knew Rave had aspirations of her own. But there was no way that Rave would ever eclipse her in power. Nor would Kam ever be under the woman’s control. That particular Warrior’s knowledge, power and cock would serve her …and her alone.
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    Planet Xylon
    Auxiliary Underground Shelter
     
    With his heart pounding and every muscle tensed, Briggs sat on the hard bench in the alien underground shelter. He returned the communications device to his boot and secured the small compartment. He sighed in relief. Nobody had caught him transmitting.
    For some odd reason, the thing wouldn’t switch on in the central bathroom—or whatever they called it—down here, which would have been perfect and private.
    Perhaps the positioning of the metal and electrical equipment had something to do with it, for he also hadn’t been able to transmit from the lower level, which housed various mechanical machinery and power sources.
    He’d checked out this underground shelter as best as he could, on more than one occasion. Someone always seemed to be up and about, even at night, so he’d had to be careful not to look as if he were doing anything suspicious. This was the only really private time he’d been able to find, while almost everyone was in the meeting. At least it was done.
    He had no idea if they’d confiscate the communication device if they found it on him but he didn’t want to take the chance. Every possible advantage for Earth was important, so he did not feel bad about the secrecy. He just hoped the signal and the message he’d sent had gone through unhindered.
    As he’d sat there transmitting the data to the tracking center, it all had hit him at once—the monumental burden of his responsibility, of his very possible failure. All this was so much more than just another assignment. He’d been separated from his kind and sent on an alien mission to ensure Earth’s survival. “Fucking geez,” he whispered.
    Part of his job was to learn whatever he could about the Xylons and report back.
    Even after being here only a short while, he’d already found out quite a lot. Although alien, Xylons looked perfectly human. He’d been told that differences existed but he hadn’t seen anything of significance. When they spoke, he understood their English perfectly. His ego wasn’t so large as to rank Earth and his own native language as the foundation on which every other civilization in the universe was based, so he’d asked Brianna about it. Though some of them did indeed speak English, among other tongues, according to her, their own language auto-translated into whatever foreign ear was in range via signals sent to the brain based on known genetic markers. Quite a scientific accomplishment.
    One of the other things that had greatly piqued his interest was that breeding between Xylons and humans was possible and had been taking place for centuries. In fact, for the last several years, they’d often harvested females from Earth for breeding purposes, from what Pitch and Brianna had told him. His superiors would definitely be interested in that information.
    Of course, if they were snatching or impregnating women against their will, he doubted they’d inform him of that. Perhaps some of the alien abduction stories on Earth had a basis in fact after all.
    After his stay in the Lair, he’d already known that sex between Xylons and humans wasn’t a problem. Since then, he’d desperately wanted a taste of an alien female. Not just