If Shelly’s mind hadn’t been on the starport, she might have seen the trap waiting to be sprung on her … or maybe not.
The natives of Orion were little more than animals! It was an outrage to be outsmarted by one! Shelly was too scared, at first, though, to feel anything but deep concern for the state of her health when she was captured by one of the demon-like natives, Torin—especially when she realized he was the war chief. How to prevent a war when there were going to be a lot of innocent people slaughtered? Especially if she might be one of those unfortunates?
Length: Longer Novella
Word Count: 32,211
Genre: Interracial Sci-fi/Futuristic
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, March 2014
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
She was dozing on the furs that night when she heard Torin’s voice filter through the window. She was immediately on her feet, shaking with fear about the plan. Struck with the thought that pretty soon she was going to be seducing someone, she didn’t know what she had been thinking. She didn’t even know where to begin, but she could hear Torin approaching the door and it was now or never. She looked at the cuffs around her wrists, and was angered more at the fact that it would make removing her clothes difficult. Shaking her head angrily to rid it of betraying thoughts, she tugged on the hem of her tunic, pulling it over her head as best she was able and shaking the chains until it hung loosely around them. She was more hesitant about the bottoms, but she didn’t have a lot of time and tugged them down along with her underwear. She was immediately self-conscious about her body, but there was nothing to be done about it, not if she was going to convince Torin that her seducing was genuine.
She dipped her hands into the jug of water as she heard the door open. Peering back over her shoulder, she tried to look at Torin in righteous indignation, as though he was interrupting her in the process of washing herself and she hadn’t seen him coming. She could only assume she was successful at the fleeting look of surprise on Torin’s face before he schooled it into a more neutral expression, and her brief rush of triumph was overwhelmed by her own surprise.
It was an uncomfortably long time before he closed the door, and she was growing uncomfortable with the knowledge that somebody else might see her naked. She ignored the instinctive reaction to cover up her body, because if this was going to work, then she would have to be unashamed about being naked in front of him if he was going to buy that she was seducing him. Still, the sound of the door closing startled her and she tried not to let it show. She needed him to believe that she wanted him and that she was not someone who was too shy to stand around naked in front of someone, if not others. Titling her chin defiantly, she stared him down.
He ran his eyes over her body slowly, his face betraying nothing about what he was thinking. She could tell that he was considering his next move carefully, but she hoped that it wouldn’t take too long. After the warmth of the furs, being naked in the open air was starting to chill her body, goose bumps rising on her skin. She longed to wrap her arms around her body, but she didn’t want him to think that she was shy, so she refrained.
Instead, she reached up to brush her hair away from her face, chains clacking unnaturally loudly in the silence, and she looked at him out of lowered lashes. She remembered starlets and friends she had known back home doing the same thing whenever they wanted to win the guy. She was startled by the speed with which he moved when he finally did, striding across the room quickly and wrapping an arm around her waist. Her instinct was to draw away, grab hold of him and push, but she fought down the urge. His breath was hot on her face, and she could only shiver at the look in his eyes, at the tightness of his hold.
She was prepared for most things, but not for being physically swept off of her feet as he tugged her towards the pile of furs he had slept on the first night, and laid her down on them. She had been afraid for a moment that the chain linking her to the wall would not reach as far, but she was comfortably able to move around and she did so, resting them by her side. The furs were soft against her skin and she sank into them, looking up at Torin with wide eyes, hands fisted in the hide beneath her body.
Hope filled her breast, fighting the terror that had seized her body the moment he touched her skin. She refused to give in to the fear and reached up to touch his chest, growing in confidence the longer that he stared down at her face. His skin was smoother than it looked and up close she could see that his skin was a mottled gold, flecks of silver and bronze highlighting his strong abs and stomach. She hoped that if she touched him enough, he would be receptive to her ministrations and she could escape.
The chains around her wrists made it difficult to be too attentive, but she tried. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach, lips parted a little as she felt the strength beneath her fingers. His eyes had yet to leave her face, but his silence was loud in the quiet of the room. She wanted him to say something, to give some indication of what he was thinking or feeling, but he refused to yield.
Her arms were raised above her head with more gentleness than she deserved, the chain that kept her attached to the wall draped across her left breast. The metal was cold and made her shiver, her nipples hardening into little nubs. Torin seemed fascinated by them, running a nail over the right and then the left. Although it had been her plan to seduce him, Shelly’s body reacted to the stimuli and she felt herself becoming aroused by every touch he bestowed on her. He didn’t stop at her nipples, smoothing his hands down her sides and over her thighs.
She arched into the touches, unable to keep from doing so, and gripped one of his biceps in her hands. She no longer felt afraid about the situation, and rose up against his body when he kissed her. He kissed with passion and strength, one hand in her hair, holding her close to him a she devoured her mouth with his own. Her arousal was growing with every touch to her body. He grazed a nail against her stomach and she let out a soft moan, panting into the air between them out of arousal, no trace of her early fear.
She had to blink quickly when he pulled back from her, one hand on her chest and the other on the bed beside her head. He looked at her for a long moment, and she wondered what he was waiting for. It was apparent in the next moment as he rolled over onto his side, caressing her breast with his hand. She wanted to close her eyes against the feel of his fingers smoothing over her chest, but there was something about the look on his face that kept her from doing so.
“Am I supposed to be overcome by this display?” Torin asked. It took her a moment to realize that he was talking in English and not dhemitian. “Am I supposed to just remove your chains and let you go?”
Shelly’s mouth fell open in shock. He was talking in English.