It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that they are difficult. - Seneca

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Excerpt from FERAL FLAW...*Contest*

Sexual espionage never got any deadlier!

Another blast thundered.

Shrapnel shot across the room.

Bits flew between the bars of my cell like a dust cloud mushrooming to choke oxygen from the space. The billowing debris spat out a dark male humanoid with long flowing black hair.

In the way he clubbed the Crellons, nobody needed to guess whether he was a Crellon himself. Unless he was a jilted lover. Now, that was a possibility. Who else would enter this sexually-transmitted-disease-coated tub without disinfectant? This disgusting spacecraft had to be tagged with some sort of marking that warned normal extraterrestrials to stay away or risk infection.

All the Crellons stopped moving where they were sprawled out on the floor.

Were they dead? Three cheers for the humanoid tank.

The warrior with the long hair disarmed the Crellon bodies, taking objects similar to the one that I held, then hunted around the control panel beyond the whirling smoke tendrils.

My creaking cell door popped open.

Does he know I’m here or my identity? Was he releasing me or capturing me to exchange for the bounty? In the end, nothing could be worse than being captive by Crellons.

The man turned to me and walked lazily through the lingering haze he’d created.

Step by casual step. All muscles.

Something about him looked familiar. Maybe it was the way he walked. Or his mercenary-style black leather?

“You’re free, Darla.”

That deep patient almost threatening whisper of a voice sent chills down my spine. Like I thought I’d ever hear Goro speak again.

My heart hammered as I stared at the strangely improved Goro.

He was unbelievably gorgeous, she noted. Wild. And he’d blown his way aboard to save me. Or to recapture me to return me to The Cause for trial as a traitor. He’d beaten the Crellons unconscious in the process. What do I do? Run? Or kiss him for saving me? How am I going to keep from throwing my arms around him?

He strode to the cell’s entrance and halted.

And stared. He was so different now. So uninhibited with his long hair. Without his standard black jacket-like cape, in his leather vest and pants he was equally formidable. Rugged.

My knees wobbled.

Take care, Darla. He’s trouble. There’s a good half of the universe out there questioning your allegiance. But this beastly barbarian was much more than the neatly-suited commander. What else had changed?

“Goro?” He nodded.

Just once was all he chose to gift me. Enough to see those orange eyes from a different angle.

The same smoldering eyes sparking with fire. Just whose cause had he come to rescue me for?

Who could turn away from the sheen on his sweaty muscles and the fireworks in his eyes? What a barbarian on steroids.

He could drag me anywhere by the hair.

Why did take me now block every thought in my mind? Crazy Darla, think of something to save my ass. “So much time had passed. I figured I had been left to the Crellons. Especially after the rumor started.”

“Come out, Darla. We must leave now.”

What a temptation magnet. But this ship was so n-a-s-t-y. Entering the realm of STDs was far more risky than patiently awaiting death by starvation isolated in a lovely somewhat-sterile cell.

And who knew how deadly extraterrestrial STDs were.

His black eyebrows flat lined. “We won’t be staying. I want to lock these fools up before we depart though. So, please clear the containment cell.”

He sounded so normal. But his unruly look would do me in. What else can I do? I’ve got to play along and wait for another window of opportunity. Be smart. Stay on my toes. I strode through the bars, careful not to touch anything, and stepped through a layer of crunching ship pieces covering the floor until I stood beside the hole where the door he blasted away once opened and closed.

The sound of dragging bodies whispered how Goro stashed the Crellon lovers in their very own precious honeymoon cabin.

Oh to bolt to my pod fighter and get the heck out of this crab-infested-venereal-disease nightmare. Wherever the spacecraft was. After waking up from the sleeping gas incident behind bars, leaving the containment area never proved wise. I have no idea where my pod fighter was.

Goro did. He knew all about this universe. The man was my ticket back home. But what did he want? And why the change in hairstyles all of a sudden? Did he hit some crazy phase of life where men from his world sprout long locks?

Oh to run my fingers through the symbol of his new phase of life. I almost turned to read clues in his facial expression. But then I’d have to struggle with my renewed attraction to him. Not good since I just needed to climb up through the deepest rungs of Hell to find my way back to Earth. Or some kind of normalcy.

And nothing about Goro looked normal. He needed to just grab me by the ponytail. Drag me off. Take advantage of me. Goro now had the raw appearance of a man with no inhibitions. Thank the stars he grew up. And who didn’t want a big tough guy ready to defend or pounce her? That’s if he intended to pounce. I’ve got to play this game right. Whether Goro believes it or not, I still have my virginity bartering chip. And this hunk of a genius knew how to use a pod fighter.

Brains, brawn, and sex appeal.

What a hero.

Look out, universe. I get a chance at him first. Okay, maybe a second chance. And he probably knows where my pod fighter is.

A clank noted the cell door’s lock was engaged.

Goro’s form halted beside her, in the doorframe.

Correction, inside the blast-hole’s edge of raw sharp metal. If Goro wasn’t careful, he’d scratch up all those bulging arm muscles. Talk about a tragedy when all a girl wanted to do was rub her palms over all of that hot supple iron. Mold it into a new groaning moaning twisted mass of uncontrolled cooperative male.

Oh the power of a few dirty movies. I was such an impressionable teen.

“Let’s take the pod fighters, Darla. Command yours to match my moves. I don’t want to lose you again.”

Yeah. Yeah. Don’t lose the emperor’s dream babe. He still talked like a commander. Hopefully Conan wanted me as much as Voldon did. I followed Goro’s shadow in the low level lighting.

“How long has it been?” I asked.

He headed through a narrow empty passageway toward a hatch. “Three earth months.”

An entire season? Geesh, talk about imprisonment. And now I’ve been saved by Conan. Or was I? Pay attention self. He didn’t react thrilled to see me at all.

Just what does he want with me?

Goro led me into a docking bay where our pod fighters waited.

He had said next to nothing. “Where are we going?”

He shot me a curious glance.

“Why are you rescuing me?”

“You are my responsibility.” He just waited, staring at me, the formidable killing machine.

That stern jaw line. Those scrutinizing eyes. His wild hair. He just stood there.

My knees quaked as my core melted.

If this ain’t one-hundred percent possession, what is? Responsibility rang a good solid motive to cough up though. But just what did responsibility refer to? Am I his responsibility to return to The Cause because I’ve been labeled a traitor?

Buying into the packaging of a man that made me run into danger while my knees liquefied was nuts. But he was so off-the-scale gorgeous now. If he’d just insist on having sex. If he’d just take what he had claimed to desire all those years. If only he’d give me that one chance to exchange blood and attach my soul to his for eternity.

Lord, I’m losing my mind. Now apparently wasn’t the time for ifs or opening up a direct line to God to confess my flaws. I blinked, pushed the secret button on my pod fighter to open the hatch, and climbed into the welcoming isolation of my pod’s cockpit.

“Remember, follow me, Darla. I’m taking you back to earth.”

Why earth? That could be either good or bad. “Why?” I waited for any hint of answers to dance in his orange eyes.

“There’s no time to talk.” He climbed into his cockpit and closed the hatch.

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Carol L. said...

These are great excerpts I'm reading Skhye. Thanks so much for sharing.

Skhye said...

You're welcome!

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