Alien Romance: Snatched By The Alien: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 3) by Aana Celestya Page A
Authors: Aana Celestya
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Amelia woke under iridescent green light. She raised her body into a sitting position, and found herself ensconced in the largest bed she had ever seen: easily twelve feet – by – twelve feet. A gauzy sheet was pooled around her hips. The walls of the room she was in were glimmering crystal, like the citrine-colored ones the night before. Well, as far as I know that was last night.
A heavy footfall rapped outside the door of the room; Amelia pulled the gauze over her breasts as the door swung wide. Wide cobalt eyes met lavender ones across the room. From lips made for sin, the booming voice – though it was much more mellow now – spilled into the easy quiet of the alien morning.
“Good you’re awake.” The man was bass, his voice low and clear; his diction, meticulous, betrayed many years’ practice of uttering commands. Suddenly, Amelia realized something different that when she last heard the man speak.
Why can I understand him?
“You have been fitted with a translator implant – it should make things easier for you.” He must have seen the question on her face; however, that also meant he could see the panic that resulted from the answer.
“You put something in my head?!” Amelia’s voice was a bit shrill, but she managed to not scream. She didn’t know how the male got across the room so quickly, but when he reached for her, Amelia swatted at his hands. She then attempted to escape the bed on the opposite side.
*
Galtan grabbed the human before she hit the floor, and dragged her body back across the bed silks. He held her down, the weight of his body forcing her deeper into the cushion of the bed. She twisted and snarled beneath him. Galtan sighed as she thrashed – he had hoped Spirit would be easy to handle this morning.
“Settle down Alahi – by the suns you’re meaner than a haltha in a box.” At his words, the female stopped struggling; when he glanced down at her face, Galtan found her glaring up at him. When she opened her mouth, he knew his comparison was accurate.
“You put some alien science experiment in my head, and then you fail to program it correctly. If you’re going to rape someone’s brain, at least do it correctly. Some so-called superior intergalactic translating device shouldn’t be leaving holes.”
Oh yes, quite mean…she might have the haltha beat.
“The translator will fail you on certain words or phrases for one of three reasons. Firstly, as with the word haltha, if you have no comparison for the word – it will not translate.
Second, the words might translate, but it is a local saying that means something else and is therefore gibberish to you. Lastly, as with ‘Alahi’ – the translator isn’t programed to recognize the tongues of ancients. I speak several languages that are beyond the translator. Yours is the exact model I have, myself.”
Galtan lifted his body from hers and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He took a moment to stretch before standing and turning to look at her. He was struck again by her looks – this time, getting to view her charms with his own eyes as opposed to through the lens of a security scanner.
She was still sprawled back on the bed – his bed, as no other room was appointed for overnight stays – and her thrashing had bared her limbs. Galtan took the moment to observe the creamy fleshed curves of her body.
That deep space, black hair tumbled around her – sleep static had crackled the fine strands into a dark halo that framed her face, as the length surrounded her torso on the bed in a mass of spiraling curls. Her luerma blue eyes flashed as they had on the security feed.
Her cheeks were defined, though were gently rounded; Galtan could tell that they would dimple if she smiled. Her nose was small, but refined; the slightly upturned tip highlighted the deep
Amelia woke under iridescent green light. She raised her body into a sitting position, and found herself ensconced in the largest bed she had ever seen: easily twelve feet – by – twelve feet. A gauzy sheet was pooled around her hips. The walls of the room she was in were glimmering crystal, like the citrine-colored ones the night before. Well, as far as I know that was last night.
A heavy footfall rapped outside the door of the room; Amelia pulled the gauze over her breasts as the door swung wide. Wide cobalt eyes met lavender ones across the room. From lips made for sin, the booming voice – though it was much more mellow now – spilled into the easy quiet of the alien morning.
“Good you’re awake.” The man was bass, his voice low and clear; his diction, meticulous, betrayed many years’ practice of uttering commands. Suddenly, Amelia realized something different that when she last heard the man speak.
Why can I understand him?
“You have been fitted with a translator implant – it should make things easier for you.” He must have seen the question on her face; however, that also meant he could see the panic that resulted from the answer.
“You put something in my head?!” Amelia’s voice was a bit shrill, but she managed to not scream. She didn’t know how the male got across the room so quickly, but when he reached for her, Amelia swatted at his hands. She then attempted to escape the bed on the opposite side.
*
Galtan grabbed the human before she hit the floor, and dragged her body back across the bed silks. He held her down, the weight of his body forcing her deeper into the cushion of the bed. She twisted and snarled beneath him. Galtan sighed as she thrashed – he had hoped Spirit would be easy to handle this morning.
“Settle down Alahi – by the suns you’re meaner than a haltha in a box.” At his words, the female stopped struggling; when he glanced down at her face, Galtan found her glaring up at him. When she opened her mouth, he knew his comparison was accurate.
“You put some alien science experiment in my head, and then you fail to program it correctly. If you’re going to rape someone’s brain, at least do it correctly. Some so-called superior intergalactic translating device shouldn’t be leaving holes.”
Oh yes, quite mean…she might have the haltha beat.
“The translator will fail you on certain words or phrases for one of three reasons. Firstly, as with the word haltha, if you have no comparison for the word – it will not translate.
Second, the words might translate, but it is a local saying that means something else and is therefore gibberish to you. Lastly, as with ‘Alahi’ – the translator isn’t programed to recognize the tongues of ancients. I speak several languages that are beyond the translator. Yours is the exact model I have, myself.”
Galtan lifted his body from hers and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He took a moment to stretch before standing and turning to look at her. He was struck again by her looks – this time, getting to view her charms with his own eyes as opposed to through the lens of a security scanner.
She was still sprawled back on the bed – his bed, as no other room was appointed for overnight stays – and her thrashing had bared her limbs. Galtan took the moment to observe the creamy fleshed curves of her body.
That deep space, black hair tumbled around her – sleep static had crackled the fine strands into a dark halo that framed her face, as the length surrounded her torso on the bed in a mass of spiraling curls. Her luerma blue eyes flashed as they had on the security feed.
Her cheeks were defined, though were gently rounded; Galtan could tell that they would dimple if she smiled. Her nose was small, but refined; the slightly upturned tip highlighted the deep
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