Daughter of the Alien Warrior - Honey Phillips Page 0,62
shudder of revulsion. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he repelled her.
“Not everyone feels that way. I am mated and he will return shortly.”
“Your mate? Is he one of these fragile little Trevelorians?” He sneered as he strode casually into the room. “The last one I encountered fainted from no more than a single broken bone. I would have been most annoyed if it hadn’t been for the fact that she was in the process of recording the rental of this property—to a human. That was all I needed to track you down.”
“B’gento?” she whispered, her stomach rolling at the thought of this brutish alien putting his hand on the Trevelorian’s delicate bones. “What did you do to her?”
“Not as much as I could have done. She should be grateful that I don’t find feathers stimulating.” He gripped the bulge between his legs suggestively as he leered at her. “Unlike all that naked flesh of yours. It will show every one of my marks.”
“I didn’t mate a Trevelorian,” she said furiously. “I mated a Cire warrior. Inzen will destroy you.”
“Inzen?” To her astonishment, he threw back his head and roared with laughter. “You must see the humor. I was the courier who brought him the gemstones he purchased. He mentioned that they were to make a mating bracelet, but he never told me that it was for a human. How unfortunate that he will never get the chance to give it to you.”
“Yes, he will. He’ll come for me. You’re no match for him,” she sneered, and the amusement left his face.
“I am a Ruijin warrior in my prime. He could—perhaps—be a minor challenge but he would never defeat me. You would see for yourself if it weren’t for the fact that we will be long gone before he returns.”
“That doesn’t matter. He’ll never stop looking for me.” The truth of that echoed with every beat of her heart, but she didn’t want Inzen to suffer through the pain of searching for her. She eyed Gokan. He looked too bulky to be much of a swimmer and she swam twice a week. If she could just get past him, she’d take her chances with the river.
Feinting to the right, she ducked to the left instead, trying to reach the frying pan still sitting on the kitchen table. Unfortunately, the Ruijin intercepted her, tugging her up against his body, the spikes of his chest armor pressing painfully against her back as he ground his crotch into her ass. She struggled wildly but he was so much larger and stronger she had a hard time getting leverage. Even when she clawed at him, her nails couldn’t penetrate his thick fur.
Remembering when she had trained with Inzen on the ship, she tried leaning into him instead. His grip relaxed just enough that she started to slip free. She had almost escaped his grasp when his hand clamped down on her wrist, yanking her back with painful pressure. Before she could renew her struggle, cold, hard metal encircled her neck. Shock kept her motionless as he stepped back, laughing.
“Do you remember that, human? I obtained it from Master Eiran. He was only too glad to hand it over after sponsoring that debacle of an auction.” He shook his head in mock regret. “I only hope his successor is more successful.”
Her stomach churned. She had no sympathy for the slave master, but Gokan’s cheerful brutality nauseated her.
Outside the cabin, the rain had diminished a little, no longer drowning out all other sounds. Her heart started to beat faster as she thought she caught the faint hum of a flyer. Had Inzen returned already? She had to distract the Ruijin.
“You killed him?” she asked. “Do you cause damage everywhere you go?”
“Only when it’s necessary.” He flashed his fangs again. “Fortunately, it’s often necessary.”
She put her hand to the collar and glared at him. “I thought you said you didn’t need this?”
“I don’t. Once we return to my ship I have much more entertaining ways to train you, but I don’t have the time to fight you all the way back to Wiang, no matter how amusing it might be.”
Even as she kept him talking, she listened, desperately hoping to hear the sound of someone approaching. Her heart raced as she heard a soft whisper of sound from the top of the hill. Had the flyer landed?
For once, her stoic mask must have failed her because the Ruijin’s eyes sharpened and his