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  Considering what she was about to do, it was a good thing she found them to be so handsome. Hopefully, she would be as attractive to them. She was clean, at least. Yesterday’s rain had given her the opportunity to bathe.

  She reached the curb across from the three men. Without slowing, giving her mounting fear no chance to overtake her, she crossed Highway A1A, stepped up on the opposite curb, and stomped over the soft beach sand to stand in front of the black-suited trio. She kept her blaster held loosely at her side. She wanted them to know she wasn’t helpless but didn’t want to be overtly threatening either.

  She looked up at them, trying to ignore her speeding heart. Three pairs of purple eyes regarded her, their pupils slit like cats’. That was the biggest difference she could discern between their races. She’d heard they also had fangs, hinged like those of a rattlesnake. A Kalquorian’s bite supposedly rendered his victim drugged and helpless.

  They were so big. Lindsey had to force her blaster to remain at her side.

  “Hello, Kalquorians. Can you understand me?” She enunciated each word carefully.

  It was the frowning Kalquorian with the sensuous lips who answered. “We speech some English.”

  His voice was a soft rumble, and Lindsey restrained a shiver. His gaze was so intense, she had to look away. She nodded at the badly dented spaceship behind them. “It looks like you’re having a little trouble.”

  The Kalquorian glanced back at his ship, his frown deepening. His gaze returned to her, and he stepped closer. Lindsey caught a scent that reminded her of cinnamon.

  “Much trouble,” the man agreed. “Portal unstable. Make damage.”

  “The Bermuda Triangle wormhole? Yeah, it eats ships. None of ours can use it unless they’re double hulled with buffer fields.” She licked her lips. “Are you here to hurt Earthers?”

  His eyes widened, and he held his hands up. “No to hurt. We to work containment for radiation.” He made a vague motion towards the northwest. “You understand?”

  He must mean the Atlanta blast site. The Kalquorians are trying to contain the fallout? Lindsey nodded. “I understand. Do you have food?”

  The biggest Kalquorian’s eyes narrowed, and his lips pursed. However, Lindsey saw compassion fill the others’ faces. The Kalquorian who spoke to her stopped frowning. He said, “We supplied short time. You hungry?”

  Some of her tension bled away. They were willing to share with one Earther at least, but their food was apparently limited. She had to make it worth their while to feed the rest of her family. Lindsey gave them a hopeful smile, trying for friendliness. It wasn’t easy when her legs trembled so hard.

  “Do you have names?”

  The aliens’ speaker returned her smile, and Lindsey felt warmth cascade through her body despite her fear. The smile lit his handsome face, elevating him to mouthwatering gorgeous. He said, “I am Dramok Bacoj.” Motioning to the suspicious giant, he continued the introductions. “My Nobek Japohn. The injured is Imdiko Vax.”

  Lindsey dragged her memory for the limited information she had on Kalquorians. “Dramok is the clan leader, right?”

  Bacoj looked pleased. “This is correct. Nobek is protector. Imdiko is caregiver. You name?”

  “My name is Lindsey.” She bit her lip. Was she really about to do this? She thought about her father’s drawn face, her mother’s twig-like arms. Taking a deep breath, she plunged ahead. “I’ll be blunt, Dramok. My family is starving. All the food has been looted from the stores and there’s precious little to hunt in Fort Lauderdale. We don’t even have anything to use for bait to catch fish, and—”

  Bacoj held his hand up, stilling her stream of nervous words. “You fast speak too much, Lindsey. I no understand.”

  Okay. Then we’ll just cut to the chase. Lindsey said, “Kalquorians like Earther women for sex, right?

  Three mouths dropped open in cartoonish shock. She almost laughed despite her growing terror. The expressions so didn’t fit the aliens’ faces.

  Blinking fast, Bacoj answered, “We are need for species survive.”

  “Then the rumors of your imminent extinction are true.” At Bacoj’s confused expression, Lindsey said, “You like sex for its own sake?”

  Bacoj exchanged looks with his clanmates and received very Earther-like shrugs. He returned his gaze to Lindsey. His tone was hesitant, as if afraid he would get the answer wrong. “We like sex.”

  “With women?” She’d heard so many stories about the Kalquorians that she had to be sure.

  “We like sex with women.”

  Lindsey couldn’t help another nervous swallow. “Fine. I’ll trade sex for whatever food you can spare. I can’t say I’ll be very good since I’ve never done it, but it’s all I have to offer.”

  The effect of her statement was instantaneous. Even as the three men stared at her in continued surprise, the air was suddenly thick with that cinnamon-y smell and the bulges at their groins swelled. Lindsey fought the urge to run screaming. The only male sex she’d ever seen belonged to a statue in an illicit art book she’d gotten from a friend. From the looks of things, her would-be lovers were much larger. Frighteningly so.

  The biggest Kalquorian, the scary one Bacoj had introduced as Japohn, spoke in a hoarse voice. “You give sex for us? All of clan?”

  Lindsey forced her eyes to meet his. Blue-purple, they were beautiful to look at, the least threatening feature the man possessed. “That’s the offer, big boy. Willing sex from me for food.”

  The soft voice of Vax spoke next. “How many to feed?”

  “Three. Myself and my mother and father.” The tension in their exchanged looks told her she was asking a lot. Tears welled up in Lindsey’s eyes. Where would she get food for her parents if they said no? She blinked back the evidence of momentary weakness. Her tone was less than diplomatic as she snapped, “Well, do we have a deal?”

  Vax said something in his own staccato language. Japohn answered, his glowering face easing to show concern. Vax shook his head before delivering another burst of speech, his gentle smile growing. Both men looked to Bacoj, who nodded.

  He smiled down on Lindsey, his eyes bright with eagerness. “We make trade.” He reached for her.

  Lindsey stumbled back a step, her guts flip-flopping. She thought of her parents on the rooftop three blocks away, watching the exchange. If Aaron knew what she’d agreed to on his behalf, he’d throw himself down the stairs again. “Can we do this inside?” she asked, looking towards their ship.

  Bacoj nodded. “Sleep mat inside.”

  “Okay.” Lindsey’s stomach churned with nerves, and she couldn’t help but look at the large bulges in the Kalquorians’ pants. Handsome as they were, she was sure she wasn’t going to like their attentions one bit.

  She turned to wave towards the office building where her family hid, letting them know everything was all right … okay lying to them that everything was all right. Her heart pounding, Lindsey marched up the ship’s ramp past the men and entered its interior.

  Chapter Two

  Lindsey waited for the men in the main cabin of the shuttle. It was a small space with bench seating around two small round tables attached to the floor. The ceiling, floor and walls were all the same white surface, and the black furniture was stark. She thought little of the Spartan décor.

  She shrank back as the aliens joined her. Their sheer size was so intimidating. Was she really going to do this?

  Bacoj looked at her, his gentle expression doing little to alleviate the dread settling heavily in her stomach. He walked past her to the back of the cabin, where a door hissed open. “Here sleeping room,” he announced.

  She slowly walked toward him, aware the other two men were behind her. Surrounded. If she changed her mind, would they let her go? Or would they force her to keep her bargain? The swelling of Bacoj’s groin told Lindsey he very much wanted to have her. She fought back the rise of panic that threatened to send her screaming out of the shuttle and down Fort Lauderdale’s deb
ris-strewn streets.

  She peered into the sleeping room, standing just outside the doorway. This room had a little more warmth than the main cabin. Golden light emitted from the walls and ceiling, casting a warm glow. Soft chocolate brown plush covered the little bit of the floor not covered by the bed, a raised billowy surface big enough to sleep a family. Or three large Kalquorians. White linens covered its surface.

  “You all sleep in here? Together?”

  Japohn’s heavy voice answered her. “We are clanmates.”

  So perhaps the rumors of same-sex coupling among the Kalquorians were true. Lindsey tried to decide how she felt about that. Her Buddhist upbringing taught her to accept others as they were, a far cry from the state-approved religion’s anti-homosexual stance.

  Why should I even care? All I want is to get some food anyway. It’s none of my business what these guys do with each other.

  Lindsey stepped into the room. She leaned over, yanked at the shoestrings of one boot and pulled it off, a little embarrassed when sand sprinkled the clean floor. “Let’s get this over with.”

  A big hand curled around her wrist, stopping her. She looked up into Bacoj’s purple eyes. He said, “Wait.”

  She straightened. He didn’t want to do this after all? Despair warred with relief.

  His mouth worked as he fought for words in her language. “You trade. To help family. You no—” he shook his head, struggling to express himself. He barked something at the other two men that sounded like kalom.

  Vax shook his head helplessly. Japohn thought a moment before saying, “Whore?”

  Bacoj’s expression cleared. “Correct.” He turned back to Lindsey. “You no whore. We no allow you act whore.”

  Lindsey’s eyes widened. She certainly felt like a whore, but realizing the alien didn’t regard her as one made her feel a little better about the situation. She warmed to Bacoj. “So what do you want me to do?”

  He smiled. “This trade make good. For you and us. You no sex before?”

  Her stomach fluttered at his heated expression. Really, the man was stunning. Perhaps sex wouldn’t be that bad after all. “That’s right. I’m a virgin.”

  Bacoj nodded. “You nervous be.”

  More like terrified, especially since it looks like you have an anaconda in your pants. “You could say that,” she told him.

  He smiled, and Lindsey saw long, needle-thin fangs appear behind his more humanlike square teeth. “I help no fear.”

  She stared at the fangs, unable to help herself. “How—”

  Lindsey never saw Bacoj move. All at once, he had her wrapped in his arms, held close to his gorgeous, muscular body, his face warm against her neck. Pain jabbed into her throat.

  “Ow! What are you doing?” She struggled in his grip. He held her easily as he might a baby.

  The pain was fading already as Vax answered. “He bite you.”

  “No kidding! Get him off me!”

  Japohn stroked her hair, his dark expression softening. He brought her chestnut locks to his face and inhaled. The pleasure on his face made Lindsey’s lower body clench, and her struggles weakened. Warmth infused her.

  “His bite give intoxicant,” the huge alien said. He stroked her hair and Lindsey shivered with sensation. “It calm. You feel?”

  Boy, did she ever. Euphoria coursed through her veins as Bacoj disengaged, his raspy tongue sliding a wet trail over where he’d bitten her. Lindsey felt warmth pulse from her nether regions, wetness pooling in her panties.

  Bacoj smiled gently. “Apology. I no wish frighten.”

  Lindsey moved against him, but not in struggle. Suddenly she couldn’t get close enough to the Kalquorian even though their bodies were already molded tight to each other. “Sure. I’ll get over it.”

  “Feel good?”

  “Very good.” Her arms slipped around his neck. “Very, very good.”

  His beautiful, sensuous mouth found hers, enfolding her lips in a kiss. And what a kiss. Lindsey had received pecks on the cheek before from dates, dry, impersonal things that still pushed the boundaries of acceptable behavior on pre-Armageddon Earth. But Bacoj’s kiss was a revelation: moist, warm and lingering, sending electric shocks of heat from her lips to her womb. She felt melted inside, like chocolate left out in the sun.

  His lips parted to let his tongue snake into her mouth. Lindsey gasped to feel the warm wet flesh invade, tasting her inner recesses. Her insides went from melted chocolate to molten lava in an instant. Just when she didn’t think the kiss could get any better, Bacoj’s hand cradled the back of her head, holding her so he could plunder deeper still. His tongue wove around hers, cat-scratchy and delightful, sending her heartbeat thundering as if she’d run a marathon.

  As his remarkable kiss continued, hands tugged at her clothing and his, baring her to the hard heat of his skin. She’d never felt anything like this wondrous sensation of another’s body molded against hers. He was granite where she was soft, and she reveled in how she melded against him, seemingly absorbing into his muscled frame. She ached to get closer still, to imbue the alien with her own essence.

  The intoxicant he’d sent into her system made her brave with desire. All inhibitions fled as it sang effervescent harmonies in her bemused brain, entrancing her. Lindsey’s hands roamed the chiseled frame, eager to know every ripple, every indentation, every bulge. She started with the thick column of his throat, running her fingers down to delight in the width of his shoulders, the flat planes of his pectoral muscles, down over his abdomen with its double row of bumps, devouring him with her touch. And she dared even lower, to touch the hard, slick maleness folded between their bodies, pulsing against her belly. Her hand gripped him there, feeling the wet, velvety skin over his iron, and just below that a second length of firm flesh…

  Lindsey jerked back, tearing her lips from the sweetness of the alien’s embrace, her eyes skittering down Bacoj’s muscled torso to confirm what her hands had discovered. Shock warred with the euphoria of his bite as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing and touching.

  “Earther men one. Kalquorian men two,” Bacoj said softly.

  He waited patiently as Lindsey looked at his two penises. They were shaded darker brown than the rest of his skin, and glistened with fluid. He lubricates like I do, Lindsey thought. Her mother had told her in embarrassing detail about the birds and bees, so she knew Earther men didn’t get wet.

  Bacoj’s penis in front was longer and thicker than the other. It tapered to a point like a bullet, and a drop of whitish fluid depended from the small opening. There was no opening on the smaller twin, and Lindsey couldn’t figure out its function.

  “I don’t understand. What’s the second one for?”

  From the corner of her eye, she saw Vax and Japohn grin at each other. She glanced at them. They propped against the far wall, gloriously naked like Bacoj. They were as chiseled with muscle and they too had extra … appendages. Japohn’s front penis was the size of a baby’s arm. A big baby. Okay, a toddler. Nervous excitement roiled in Lindsey’s belly.

  Bacoj caught her by the chin and gently turned her to face him again. “I show you.” The dark promise in his eyes made her shiver in anticipation.

  He scooped her up and laid her down on the bed. But instead of illuminating her on the whys and wherefores of two penises, he kissed her again, crouching over her body. The warmth in her belly roiled, a ticklish, teasing sensation. Who knew a kiss could be so exciting? Lindsey had never guessed the simple act of joining mouths could be so thrilling.

  Bacoj kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. Lindsey gasped and arched as his lips closed over one carnation-pink nipple, sending bolts of desire rocketing through her body. Her nipple tightened, becoming a sharp peak in response to his attention. He sucked on the hard nub, and she writhed beneath him as the pleasure doubled, tripled. It was as if there was a direct connection between her breast and her lower regions. Sensation zipped back and forth between the two points, making he
r gasp.

  His hand stroked her other breast, his thumb playing over that pebbly point. Bacoj teased the small mounds with fingers, mouth, teeth and tongue until Lindsey thought she might scream. Desire spiked almost painfully under Bacoj’s torture. His weight held her pinned to the sleeping mat, otherwise she might have blasted off right through the ceiling into space. She keened wordless cries, expressing the sweet torment he put her through. At last he had pity for her and continued his journey down her body.