Free Fantasy Warrior by Jaylee Davis Page A
Authors: Jaylee Davis
to stare at Thoren. “You have to save them!” She turned back to Kord. “Amanda won’t be able to recover from something like that again. If one of those Krell aliens rapes her, she’ll just give up and die this time,” she pleaded, blinking back tears.
Kord gave her a puzzled look, then glanced at Thoren.
The other man snorted impatiently. “Krell males and human females aren’t compatible. Their primary sex appendage is barbed, and will disembowel a human female with one thrust, but they don’t rape their captives unless provoked. Will your friend do this?”
Confused, Pam admitted, “I don’t know.” She thought back to her own ordeal with the Krell and stared at Kord. “You stopped him…” The next words caught in her parched throat.
“Krell males become sexually aggressive when a female strikes their sex organs.” An angry scowl darkened Kord’s face. “You wouldn’t have survived.”
The terrifying reality of what could have happened if Kord hadn’t rescued her in time sunk in. If it weren’t for the sedative keeping her calm, she most certainly would’ve fainted dead away. Instead, she buried her face into Kord’s wide chest, using it as a shield to try to block out the memory.
“She fought with a Krell?” Thoren sounded astonished.
A ferocious growl rumbled from her rescuer. “Stop speaking! You frighten her,” Kord warned. To Pam’s way of thinking, he sounded exactly like a mad dog.
She heard shuffling and heavy footsteps. One peek revealed that the other barbarian had retreated to the front end of the passenger cabin. A large, comforting hand stroked up and down her back. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed as if the warmth from his touch soaked through to her bones. Her fear melted away. Despite all her misgivings, Pam snuggled closer. Safety was there, in his arms. For how long, she had no idea.
What would become of her? And what about her friends? That reminded her of a larger problem. Dear god! Her parents! They’d be frantic, thinking she’d been kidnapped…or worse.
“Kord, please, you’ve got to take me back. My family won’t know where I am or if I’m alive or dead.”
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear. In a hushed tone, he said, “No…Sandra.” Did he just emphasize her fake name a bit more than necessary? “We must go to my ship. You’ll be safe there with me. Your friends will be rescued soon. My people are tracking the Krell transports right now. They can’t escape.”
“After that, will you let me go home?” She held her breath, dreading his answer.
Kord nuzzled his face against her jawline and inhaled. He nipped her earlobe. The warmth of his breath caressed her skin as he exhaled. A soft groan accompanied his action before he finally answered.
“No.”
“No?” Pam tried to lift her head.
She wanted to confront him face-to-face, but he refused to move his head, keeping her cheek trapped against his hot chest while his lips brushed over the sensitized skin near her ear.
“You are mine, my mate. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”
Although his words were spoken in a soothing manner, the message was far from calming. Panic seized her. She was the female the two men in her dream had talked about. Kord believed they were mates! He intended to take her to his ship, to his quarters where they would be alone…together…undisturbed . Oh, shit.
“That’s impossible!” Pam tried in vain to push away from him. Damn aliens and their drugs.
Escape wasn’t an option for her at that moment. She stopped trying. Once she had control of her body again, then perhaps an opportunity would come along. Whatever happened, she needed to keep her wits about her and her options open. Some advice from her self-defense teacher came to her rescue. When you can’t run away from an attacker or overpower him, the only option left is to surrender and wait for an opening. Her present situation fit the kidnapping scenario.
Kord gave her a puzzled look, then glanced at Thoren.
The other man snorted impatiently. “Krell males and human females aren’t compatible. Their primary sex appendage is barbed, and will disembowel a human female with one thrust, but they don’t rape their captives unless provoked. Will your friend do this?”
Confused, Pam admitted, “I don’t know.” She thought back to her own ordeal with the Krell and stared at Kord. “You stopped him…” The next words caught in her parched throat.
“Krell males become sexually aggressive when a female strikes their sex organs.” An angry scowl darkened Kord’s face. “You wouldn’t have survived.”
The terrifying reality of what could have happened if Kord hadn’t rescued her in time sunk in. If it weren’t for the sedative keeping her calm, she most certainly would’ve fainted dead away. Instead, she buried her face into Kord’s wide chest, using it as a shield to try to block out the memory.
“She fought with a Krell?” Thoren sounded astonished.
A ferocious growl rumbled from her rescuer. “Stop speaking! You frighten her,” Kord warned. To Pam’s way of thinking, he sounded exactly like a mad dog.
She heard shuffling and heavy footsteps. One peek revealed that the other barbarian had retreated to the front end of the passenger cabin. A large, comforting hand stroked up and down her back. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed as if the warmth from his touch soaked through to her bones. Her fear melted away. Despite all her misgivings, Pam snuggled closer. Safety was there, in his arms. For how long, she had no idea.
What would become of her? And what about her friends? That reminded her of a larger problem. Dear god! Her parents! They’d be frantic, thinking she’d been kidnapped…or worse.
“Kord, please, you’ve got to take me back. My family won’t know where I am or if I’m alive or dead.”
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear. In a hushed tone, he said, “No…Sandra.” Did he just emphasize her fake name a bit more than necessary? “We must go to my ship. You’ll be safe there with me. Your friends will be rescued soon. My people are tracking the Krell transports right now. They can’t escape.”
“After that, will you let me go home?” She held her breath, dreading his answer.
Kord nuzzled his face against her jawline and inhaled. He nipped her earlobe. The warmth of his breath caressed her skin as he exhaled. A soft groan accompanied his action before he finally answered.
“No.”
“No?” Pam tried to lift her head.
She wanted to confront him face-to-face, but he refused to move his head, keeping her cheek trapped against his hot chest while his lips brushed over the sensitized skin near her ear.
“You are mine, my mate. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”
Although his words were spoken in a soothing manner, the message was far from calming. Panic seized her. She was the female the two men in her dream had talked about. Kord believed they were mates! He intended to take her to his ship, to his quarters where they would be alone…together…undisturbed . Oh, shit.
“That’s impossible!” Pam tried in vain to push away from him. Damn aliens and their drugs.
Escape wasn’t an option for her at that moment. She stopped trying. Once she had control of her body again, then perhaps an opportunity would come along. Whatever happened, she needed to keep her wits about her and her options open. Some advice from her self-defense teacher came to her rescue. When you can’t run away from an attacker or overpower him, the only option left is to surrender and wait for an opening. Her present situation fit the kidnapping scenario.