Using a hacked satellite, I had surveyed the area before venturing out here. I knew there were anomalies scattered throughout the forest, but I didn’t know what they were. The Second Battalion hinted at some kind of traps, so I and my men were going to have to tread carefully from now on. Slowly, I activated the tracking ability of my headband and set it to look for human-like heat signatures. I turned my head slowly, assessing the projected hologram screen, seeing nothing until I turned all the way to my right.
Not too far off, there was a human form. Feminine, small, curvy in all the right places.
She was beginning to move quickly, almost as if she was trying to get around us. I slowed my pace a bit and my men followed suit. Then, she hurried along a bit faster. I knew then that my assumption had been correct.
This continued for another hour, until she stopped about a quarter mile ahead of us. I motioned my men forward and despite my suspicions, led them into a clearing.
The woman cleared her throat and emerged into the clearing with us.
As soon as I saw her, I knew she was mine. By the fierceness in her eyes, there was no doubt in my mind that this woman was Kaela Stryke.
Reddish-brown waves cascaded down her back, a rich burgundy that I ached to run my fingers through. Forest green eyes stared me down, flecked with browns and blues that left me breathless. Her cheeks were pink with exertion, highlighting high cheekbones, a small narrow nose, and beautifully kissable lips. She wasn’t overly tall, maybe five foot four inches or so, but she was slender and incredibly curvy. Full, pert breasts lifted up and down as she breathed anxiously before us. Wide curvy hips tilted to one side and I licked my lips, knowing her ass was probably an equally beautiful sight. The wind picked up for a long second and her hair rippled with it. The scent of oranges overtook me, and my breath caught in my throat. She was perfect.
One look, and I wanted to throw her on the ground, rip her pants off, and fuck her so hard that she’d beg me to stop, only after I’d made her come countless times. I smirked, meeting her eyes. She faltered for a fraction of a second, before gathering herself.
“Kaela Stryke, I take it,” I began.
She stilled, and her gaze ripped to mine. Calm. Cool. Assessing, but behind it all, I saw the tiniest glimmer of fear. Good. She should be scared. I could work with that.
“How do you know who I am?” she asked. I noticed she was fiddling with something in her hand. I narrowed my eyes, studying it, realizing it was some sort of remote. Time seemed to slow as I watched her fingertips press a single button and my eyes tore back to hers. Her eyes narrowed with challenge and I gritted my teeth.
“Men, move!” I yelled out, but it was too late. All of a sudden, my body felt ten times heavier and it took all my strength to lift my foot off the ground by only a few inches. After another moment, the feeling multiplied, and then I couldn’t move at all, my foot slamming back to the ground with incredible force.
It was some kind of gravity trap. I almost laughed with relief, but I contained myself just in time for her eyes to find mine.
I schooled the features of my face. In terms of weaponry throughout the universe, this type was fairly common. As a result, we carried solutions for it. I wasn’t particularly worried about this one, now that I realized what it was. For the time being, I’d play her game, make her think she had us captured and that she was in control. I wanted to get to know her first, before I taught her that she was no longer in control and she never would be again.
“Easy, men. Let’s talk to our conquest first. Wait for my signal,” I said, using our telepathic link.
“She’s quite the human specimen,” Valdus said, his voice warm, surprising me. He was usually all business and thought getting to know a female was a waste of time. He never booked any woman at the alien brothels either, because it was beneath him. He was odd, to say the least, but dependable
“I’ll say it again. How do you know who I am?” she asked, her quiet anger almost palpable.
She stared at me, clearly enthralled by my green eyes. I watched her body language. She seemed confident, but the twitching of her fingers gave away her nervousness. It turned her on too. I could see her nipples hardening beneath her thin cotton t-shirt.
She was aroused by our presence. I grinned.
“I’ve heard some things about you,” I began.
“Liar,” she replied. “You don’t know me.”
“I do. I’ve met your sisters,” I countered.
She stilled, her eyes narrowing with anger. Her fingers flexed and the ground beneath us began to buzz. At once, an arc of electricity buzzed through my body, a painful jolt that forced me to grit my teeth together, hard. So, the trap had additional features then.
I fucking hated electric shocks. She was going to pay for that.
I would look forward to punishing her, long and hard while she begged for mercy. I would give her none.
She didn’t know it yet, but she would like it too.
“My sisters would never tell you anything,” she countered, disbelief and worry crossing her features. The skin on the sides of her eyes crinkled slightly with anxiety, as her lips turned down in a frown. “You’re lying.”
She pressed the button on the remote in her hands again and I braced myself for the next electric shock.
“Hold, men,” I commanded telepathically.
The electric jolt tore through my legs into my chest, causing my heart to hammer and my blood to race. I fisted my hands at my sides and struggled not to flinch as it grew stronger still.