Page 16 of The Dalgur’s Pet

Need.

Why the hell was she so needy for these two brutes?

Sure, her relationship with Anthony had been lacking passion—something she was still kicking herself for mentioning, knowing it was probably one of the reasons he broke up with her—but was this what she meant by passion?

Still, it was impossible to deny the way her brain had turned off, a blessed numbing that she rarely felt, all the questions and anxieties melting away to nothing as Vrix and Thase used her body for their pleasure.

But she needed to remember that she was in danger. This wasn’t just rebound sex, some sort of fun, erotic experiment to help her get over Anthony.

These aliens had abducted her. They’d killed the other humans, and would likely do the same to her, the thought turning her stomach and making her want to throw up the tasteless neogel that filled it.

She needed to get home.

How would that actually play out, though? Everyone would think she was crazy. Giselle knew how it went with the people on her podcasts. What did everyone say when someone claimed that they were abducted by aliens?

That those people were delusional, mentally ill in some way.

Oh, how she looked at those stories differently now.

None of that really mattered if what Vrix had said was true. They were on a spaceship… in space. Though she really had no proof of that, did she? For all she knew, these were two elaborately costumed psychopaths who wanted to torment people for their own sick gratification. But then how could she explain the tentacles? The weird holes their cocks slipped out of?

Vrix stopped at a chrome door, smiling at her as he pressed his palm to an interface, one that looked like a tablet you’d find on Earth.

Through the opening, she could see two seats clustered in the center of a circular room, control panels curving around them, glowing with holographic displays and blinking lights. Above was a transparent dome, and Giselle gaped at the unobstructed panorama of stars. They whizzed past, electric dashes of light, as if they were moving at a great speed.

But the stars weren’t moving, the ship was.

Moving at a speed she couldn’t even comprehend, and yet it felt like she was on solid ground, utterly still.

Okay, so, they weren’t lying about being on a spaceship.

Unless this was just another part of the elaborate prank?

Vrix pushed her forward, and she dragged her eyes away from the window, turning to the alien seated in one of the contoured chairs.

Thase smirked as she stepped up to him, riding his fingers up the backs of her thighs until he cupped her ass. She gulped in air, Vrix sliding into the other seat and spinning to face them.

“I missed you, little pet.”

Anticipation bubbled in her throat, her whole body suddenly electrified with frenetic energy.

“Giselle,” Vrix said, his eyes glued to Thase’s hands gripping her ass. “That is her name.”

“Giselle,” Thase repeated. “Come sit with me.”

Before she could protest, he pulled her into his lap, forcing her to straddle his hips as his hands roved over her bare form. He pinched one of her nipples, laughing when she jerked against him, his other hand gripping her waist.

She swallowed hard, not moving a muscle, arousal pooling in her core as need overwhelmed her.

Need that couldn’t possibly be natural, had to be something they fabricated when they touched her, when they penetrated her.

“Such a soft little plaything,” Thase murmured, brushing his claws up her sides and making her flinch.

Giselle bit her lip, forcing any protest away, wishing she could close her eyes but unable to take them off Thase. It was strange to see him up close, either one of them, and her eyes drew to the glimmering gold slits marking his skin.

“So pliable, so easy to bruise, to bleed.”

His growl sent heat between her thighs, and she instinctively tried to clench them together, doing nothing more than squeezing his legs where she straddled him.