Taken by Space Pirates: A SciFi Alien Romance (Bound to the Alien Book 2) Read Free

bound behind me. I finally sat up, leaning my side against the wall, trying to get some relief. It could have been minutes or hours in that windowless cell. Misery seeped into my bones.
     
    The light came on suddenly. He was there. The room was flooded with blinding white light, and if there was an open door, it disappeared in the light. Tears rolled down my face, betraying me.
     
    He towered over me and I cowered at his feet. I could barely open my eyes as his silhouette reached down to me. I flinched as he grabbed my arms and hauled me to my feet.
     
    My arms were numb. I could barely feel him dragging me to the center of the room, to that thin foam mattress. He pushed me away from him and I collapsed onto it. With my arms still bound, I couldn't catch myself as I fell. Pain shot through me as I landed, and I just lay there, face down.
     
    I wanted to weep and wail, but my pride seized me. This man wasn't going to have the satisfaction of my submission. I focused on my breathing and calmed myself, internalizing my thoughts and energy. It wasn't common knowledge that my species could create a sort of torpor, withdrawing from their environment.
     
    I could completely shut down if I had to, but that would probably be a death sentence here, as they wouldn't know how to rouse me. I tucked that frightening thought away and prayed to the unseen ones that I wouldn't have to resort to that. But it gave me strength, to know I had some control.
     
    I could feel our connection, the bond calling between us. The light finally dimmed slightly and I looked up at to see him frowning. He pressed a code into the wall panel and a blanket popped out. He squeezed it in his hands, finally chucking it at my feet.

Chapter Four
     
    I was unsettled by his brief moment of tenderness. I had to harden myself against him or the Pogona , the biological drive to couple with my bondmate , would take me. There was nothing but misery in that path. I paced the edges of the room. I prickled with need for him, to touch me, take me, breed me.
     
    I stared down at the bindings on my wrists and the hobbles on my ankles. It was more comfortable than the agonizing first night, but it enraged me to be bound so. It was a visual representation of everything I hated. A tone rang out, and the loosened lead between my wrists shrank, pulling them back together.
     
    Someone walked into the room. To my surprise, it wasn't him, but a woman. A Rikian by the green tint to her skin and her pointy ears. She did not appear happy to see me. She circled me, looking me up and down. I wanted to use my hands to cover myself. I knew my gown was shredded and hid very little.
     
    "If it were up to me, you'd have been blasted into space first thing." She spat the words out.
     
    "Really? I thought you wanted me as a handbag?" I was assuming this was the infamous first mate.
     
    "That's my current plan. He'll get bored enough playing with a prissy little princess."
     
    I stared at her. Show no fear. I could smell her agitation and anger. She was barely holding on to her rage but hid it well. But she stank of it. Anything I did could set her off. Finally, she threw a satchel down in front of me. She pressed something on the wall and a nozzle came out of the wall.
     
    I almost cried as I realized it was a shower.
     
    "We're no pleasure ship. You get 2 minutes. Bag has gear."
     
    She glanced at the blanket, grabbed it, turned and walked out of one of the disappearing doors. I pulled open the bag and flicked through it to find a ship suit and a bottle of cleanser.
     
     
    The water turned on and I raced over, stripping my destroyed gown off as carefully as I could manage. I almost wept as the ice cold water hit my scales. The cleanser was harsh smelling and I imagined it was better suited to cleaning the floor, but at that moment it was magical.
     
    The water clicked off and I started shivering. A harsh blast of almost arctic air hit me. I struggled against the cold. At least it