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

them freeze when they heard it.
    Both men spun and stood at the same time, and their eyes fell on her at the same moment. Araimeer’s gray eyes lit up as they fell on her, and Allie felt a frisson of longing shoot through her body that had nothing to do with her fight or flight response. He smiled, and it warmed his boyishly handsome features so much that her heart actually skipped a beat—then her eyes were pulled to Viseer’s, and his outraged expression snapped her out of the moment and plunged her back into a state of fear.
    Allie clutched at her suit, too panicked to focus on their reactions anymore. There’s a crack. I’m going to die. “Help me!” she shouted, but she didn’t know what they could possible do for her; she was going to drown to death in the hull of an ancient ship that no one would ever find. Her heart crashed against her ribcage, and the men drew nearer to her. Then she realized that neither of them were wearing helmets, and she remembered the dome.
    Allie looked up and to both sides of her, seeing that the current was visible outside of the dome, but inside really did appear to be air. The men had stopped about fifteen feet away, and she could hear them speaking to each other in hushed voices.
    “Did she come in a transpo-sphere?” Araimeer whispered.
    “She must have,” Viseer replied. “She fell, I heard her thump, just like the rest of the debris we pick up.”
    “Hey!” Allie said angrily. Neither of them reacted to her outburst.
    “Well, what do we do with her? “ Viseer asked grimly, and her heart stopped.
    Araimeer frowned. “What do you mean? We send her back.”
    As their eyes met again and she felt the heat in his gaze, she realized that didn’t make her feel any better. Who are you?
    Allie was gazing at both of them as they whispered, unable to speak just yet. The brown-haired man continued muttering under his breath for so long that Allie thought something was clogging her ears. Finally, her panic won over, and she couldn’t hold it in.
    “What the hell is going on?”
    The men stopped talking. Araimeer’s face took on a look of shame, and the depth of his emotion was startling. “I’m sorry, we meant no offense in keeping you in the dark. It seems you got picked up by one of our transpo-spheres.”
    “Those bubble things?” Allie asked.
    Araimeer nodded. “We use them to scavenge for usable material. They pick up anything within the guidelines that we’ve programmed into it, and I guess you fall within the parameters.”
    Allie took a deep breath, then remembered her helmet. “Can I take this helmet off?” she asked.
    “Of course!” Araimeer said, nodding his head vigorously. “Sorry, we should have told you. We need air too, so this dome is airtight, and the air is self-replenishing.” Viseer shot Araimeer a look, and he blushed. “What’s your name, by the way?”
    Something about his earlier phrasing was off, but she had other questions to ask first. “I’m Allie. What were you looking for with those bubbles?”
    Araimeer gestured to the amalgam of parts they had been tinkering with. “We need to rebuild our teleporter. It was destroyed when we came down here, along with our water pod. Lucky we had our emergency light dome—“
    “Araimeer,” Viseer said abruptly, and the other man fell silent. Allie looked between the two, their words tumbling through her head and helping her form a conclusion that couldn’t be true. They were down here without suits, using terms she’d never heard before and using strange, advanced technology that went well beyond her knowledge, despite the fact that she’d seen several classified weapons being used for warfare in the United States. What had Araimeer said? We need air too.
    “What are you guys doing down here, exactly?” Allie asked, and her voice sounded tinny and breathless to her ears.
    Viseer narrowed his eyes at his partner and sighed. “Dammit, Araimeer. You said too much.”
    Araimeer’s cheeks