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and lay her down. Then he climbed up with her.

She seemed surprised but didn’t protest when he pulled her close, having to hold her to make them both fit. He allowed her to use his arm to pillow her head, and he admitted it felt nice to have her small, soft body curled in front of him.

“You’re a good man, Gnaw.”

He wasn’t a man, but a male, though he understood what she meant. He was glad Darla saw him that way, rather than as an animal…the way some humans saw his kind.

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“Breed!”

That screechy voice woke Darla. The arm around her waist tightened and the warm, large body molded to her back tensed. Gnaw softly snarled.

“Breed now, Veslor. Is she not your mate? We can bring in another.”

Gnaw released her and slid off the exam bed. She sat up and turned. He glared at the camera; the one built into the wall that opened as a door. “The female needs more rest.”

“Breed her now, or we will kill that one to replace with another.”

Panic struck. Darla didn’t want to die. And the replacement would be Becky. She didn’t think Gnaw would hurt her sister or force her to have sex with him, but the aliens who held them captive would kill her, too.

She scooted to the edge of the bed, her shirt sliding up as she did, and rolled onto her stomach, letting her legs drop over the edge. She gripped the top of the padded surface on the other side, to keep herself from totally slipping off. It left her bent over, her lower half exposed, and dangling from the side of the bed again.

“Please, Gnaw. I’m fine. Do as they say.”

He snarled louder, and as she stared at him over her shoulder, there was no missing the pure rage on his face. He turned toward her though, reaching for the front of his pants.

She looked away, finding a spot on the wall to focus on. The last time he was behind her hadn’t been painful, but he’d been calmer then. She prepared for the worst.

Gnaw approached and his big hands gripped her hips. His strength impressed her again when he adjusted her by moving her over a few inches. Then he used one knee to press between her legs. She parted them willingly. One of his hands released her, and he slid it between their bodies. This time, he didn’t touch her slit. Instead, she felt the hard press of his thick rod against her sex.

She squeezed her eyes closed, waiting for the pain.

He didn’t shove into her, though; instead, rubbed the thick tip of his cock up and down her slit. She felt his warm lubricant coating her. Her heart rate slowed a little as the fear eased. He pressed the tip firmer against her flesh and kept up that slow movement, hitting her clit on every slight upstroke.

Her body began to respond.

“I will kill them all for this,” Gnaw hissed quietly.

Her eyes widened as he lined them up and pushed his hips forward, her body taking him easily now.

A small part of her felt shame. She should hate what they were being forced to do…but as he started to thrust his hips, driving into her deeper, all she could do was moan in pleasure. He just felt too good.

Chapter Six

Darla panted, moaning Gnaw’s name as she came for the second time. He took her faster, and then she felt him coming deep inside her. A low snarl left his lips. He stilled, her body pinned beneath him, still bent over the exam bed.

It was day three. At least from what she could guess. They were still locked in the same room together. The sex was fantastic, but she also loved sleeping with Gnaw, too. He spooned her from behind, one of his arms under her head for a pillow, the other always wrapped protectively around her waist. They were prisoners, but it was easy to forget her fear unless the Elth gave them orders or entered the room to bring them another bucket of the watery plant mixture they called food.

Gnaw bent over her, his chest resting against her back. He put his lips close to her ear. “Was I too rough?”

“No.”

He caressed her side with his big hand. “I’m angry.” He eased even closer, lowering his voice. “They should have been here by now. They are close.”

“Maybe this ship is cloaked,” she whispered back. “Are we even on a ship? We could