Brianna (Celestial Passions)

An Excerpt From: Celestial Passions: Brianna
© Copyright Judy Mays, 2004.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.

Groaning, Brianna opened her eyes then gasped at the sudden ache in her shoulder. Befuddled at first, she tried to focus her eyes in the dim light. Frowning, she lifted her head and looked around. Where was she? The last thing she remembered, she’d been in that clearing with the aliens.
Her eyes widened. Aliens—and soldiers.
A memory of Mark pointing a gun at her appeared before her eyes.
Her temper flared. “That son of a bitch! He shot me! What the hell did I ever do to him? He was the one who tried to rape me!”
Again she looked around the small room. Nothing looked familiar. Where was she? She continued to search her memory.
A bright beam of light. Miklan! He’d grabbed her wrist and pulled her into that bright light.
She felt the blood drain from her face. My God, I must be on a spaceship.
Heart leaping into her throat, Brianna gasped and choked. Shivers raced up and down her body. A spaceship? Oh God! What was she going to do?
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to slow her panicked breathing. Fists clenched, she reasserted command over her trembling body. “I will not panic. I will not lie here shaking and crying like some too stupid to live heroine in a bad romance novel. I can handle this. I will handle this!”
She sat up and immediately grimaced at the twinge of pain in her shoulder. How badly had she been hurt? Moving slowly, she carefully raised her arms and legs. They moved the way they were supposed to, although there was a definite tenderness in her right shoulder.
Except for the white bandage covering her wound, she was naked. “Where the hell are my clothes?”
Wrapping the blanket around her torso, Brianna swung her legs over the bunk and pushed herself to her feet. Moving carefully, she gained her equilibrium and worked the slight stiffness out of her legs. How long had she been unconscious?
Brianna pulled the blanket more tightly beneath her arms and walked to the door. Tentatively, she placed her palm upon the handprint in the middle. It slid open with a slight whisper, revealing an empty room.
When she stepped cautiously into the larger room, the quiet hiss of the door closing caused her to spin about. A handprint identical to that on the inside was also affixed to this side. Pressing her palm against it, she was relieved when the door glided open. At least she could get back in. But was it a refuge or a cage?
Turning once more, Brianna took stock of her surroundings. This room was much larger with sparse but what looked like comfortable furnishings. A table with ten chairs was to one side while a sofa, overstuffed chair, and a smaller table sat on the other side. A large plant, with pale blue leaves and flowers of a darker blue, stood next to a closed door to her right. However, the huge window on the opposite wall drew her attention. There were drapes of a sort, pulled open. And outside of the window was nothing, absolutely nothing.
Brianna staggered to the window, braced her hands against it, and gaped at the blackness. One tiny pinpoint of light could be seen far, far below, but it flickered out as she stared at it. “Oh my God,” she moaned, “I am in a spaceship! Where’s Earth? How do I get home?” Frozen in place, her thoughts a whirling maelstrom, she didn’t hear the door slide open behind her.

Rubbing his chin as he walked into the room—he really needed to shave—his eyes were immediately drawn to the figure standing before the window. Stopping half way across the room, he stared at the woman who had danced erotically through his dreams for the last week. She stood with her back to him, a blanket covering her from her torso to her knees. Her fiery hair cascaded to her hips.
A mental picture of those soft flames wrapped around his body jumped into his mind.
“So, you have finally awakened.”
Brianna tensed. She wasn’t alone. She turned slowly and gasped in shock. The man who shared the room with her was completely naked. A picture of Miklan and Cindar as they lay naked and unconscious on the lab tables leaped into her mind. In many ways, this man was much like them. He had the same skin tone, almond-shaped eyes, thin nose, and lips. His ears were pointed and his hair, though longer, thicker, and a darker brown, looked just as silky. He stood taller than Miklan, only a few inches short of seven feet. There, however, the similarities ended.
A colorful tattoo of what looked like some sort of dragon rode high on his right shoulder. His well-developed chest tapered to a slender waist. His legs were long and also displayed more muscle than Miklan’s.
Most obvious, though, was the difference in his genitals. A long, thick penis rested in a nest of fine brown pubic hair. He had a tail. She could see it dangling between his legs. But it really was a tail, not an elongated penis. This man was definitely not a hermaphrodite!
As Brianna watched, his penis stirred and began to rise.
Fear blossomed, and she pressed back against the window. She jerked her gaze back up his body to meet dark eyes surrounded by thick lashes, eyes that did not attempt to hide their amusement—or interest. Beautiful white teeth flashed as both hands combed his hair behind his ears. Muscles rippled across his naked chest as he spoke.
“You’re a very beautiful woman.”
She swallowed and clutched her blanket more tightly. The musical language was the same as Miklan’s, but the voice much richer, much deeper, much more…masculine.
More importantly, she couldn’t understand a word he said.
Her imagination fueling her growing panic, Brianna flattened herself against the window. What was he saying to her? Would he understand her like Miklan did? Why was he naked? What was she doing here? Had she been kidnapped for sex? Were all those lurid stories about alien sex in those trashy tabloids true?
He spoke again. “Come, make love with me. Wrap your hair around my body as I suck your beautiful breasts. When I finally enter you, you will scream with pleasure.”
Brianna had no idea what he had said, but she sagged with relief when he turned away. She continued to watch him warily as he strode to a panel attached to the wall, punched a button, and spoke into what looked like an intercom, undoubtedly about her. Was he calling Miklan? Please, let Miklan come.
In a few minutes, the light above a door flashed. When it opened, a woman, at least a person that looked like a woman, walked in and began talking to the man. Brianna was unable to follow their conversation, but they were obviously talking about her. What amazed her was the nonchalance they both showed towards his nudity. Did these people just walk around naked? God, what had she gotten herself into?