Taken By Two Aliens (Alien Scifi Menage Romance) Read Free Page A

hands and feel the invisible barrier there. She couldn’t stay in contact with the sides of it, but it was still pushing her steadily forward—and she could now see that there were other bubbles racing beside her, carrying pieces of debris and plant life along with her. Allie saw something take shape up ahead, and as the bubbles rolled over the sea floor, it slowly began to materialize as an overturned Galleon, likely from the fifteenth or sixteenth century. Her heart raced for a different reason now, and she saw huge gaps in the rotting wood where some of the bubbles were starting to hop inside—a huge piece of her own ship entered the ancient armada from the bottom-most and largest hole. There was a soft light emanating from the ship, visible through all the slats and spaces, and Allie wondered if there were rogue deep-sea divers lurking inside. If they had the treasure, she wouldn’t stop them; they were likely armed, and not afraid to use lethal force if they felt cornered.
    But what do they have to do with these bubbles? Allie couldn’t answer that, and the question stirred the bile in her stomach. Her bubble finally shot through the biggest hole in the ship—but it stopped short, and Allie crashed against the side and went ricocheting backward. Her nose slammed against her glass helmet, and she looked through her bleary eyes to see that her bubble had stopped short against another, larger bubble that was protecting much of the ship from the water around it. The space inside the bubble was filled with what looked like spare parts from various naval ships and from crafts she’d never seen before. There were books and blankets strewn around the space, and the light proved to be coming from the bubble itself—the whole dome was throwing off a gentle white light that was oddly soothing to Allie.
    Less soothing were the two men crouched over the amalgam of parts, tinkering at the structure and talking to each other as they worked. Their voices were getting clearer and clearer, and Allie couldn’t figure out why—until she realized the smaller bubble was beginning to be absorbed into the larger bubble, pulling her into the ship’s dome of protection.
    “I don’t think this contrast geode is compatible,” said the man with caramel skin and shaggy brown hair. He was wearing what looked like a cloak, as was his companion, who was broader-shouldered and short, black hair. “Do you think the electric system will recognize ours?”
    “I don’t know, Araimeer.” The second man’s voice was far deeper, hitting her ears like a bass drum being struck in an empty room. “It didn’t work so well on our last test run. If we lose more time, we risk failing this one. And we’ve never failed.”
    “That was last time,” Araimeer said lightly. “We hadn’t found the bio-diverter yet, and we’re better prepared for the kick-back, in case I’m wrong. Come on, where’d all your daring nerve go all of a sudden?”
    “It got knocked out when the fission drive shot out and punched me in the gut on our last test run,” Viseer said wryly.  “Just trust me. Hand me the light wrench?”
    “You’re the boss.” Araimeer tossed Viseer a slim device that looked very much like a novelty jumbo pen, but done in glossy black. Allie watched Viseer tap it against part of their project, and the U-shaped part glowed blue for a moment. He paused, then made a soft noise of contentment.
    “Okay. Let’s give it a go. I think you’re right.”
    “What? Just from testing the U-cycle? How can you tell?”
    Viseer turned to Araimeer and laughed. “You’re so knowledgeable about transporters, but you don’t know the answer to that?”
    Allie’s bubble finally finished dissolving, and she fell to the sea floor with a tremendous thump. Neither of the men moved at first—they were both too engrossed in their work— but then her eyes zeroed in on a crack in her helmet, and she gasped in terror. The noise was far sharper, and she saw