steel-looking doors that both of the guards paused in front of. The door slid wide open after one of them slapped his palm to a control pad.

“I am Borvon.” The tall blond man smiled at Brenda, his attention darting to her breasts and then back to her face. “We are heavily supplied in case of attack. Our males are the best warriors handpicked by Rever for our fighting skills. We have never had a breach. Your women would be very safe in our cities.” Giving a nod, Brenda attempted to look impressed. She’d never taken acting classes but for some reason Rever wanted her to pretend to be someone really important. She had no idea how they’d get past those guards on the wall with their weapons but she trusted that Rever knew what he was doing even if she didn’t. Since he wanted her to play a part, she’d try her best to pull it off.

“Argis Rever,” she said softly. “I see you do handpick the best warriors. They look very capable.”

Full lips curved upward as Rever’s gaze met hers, seeing amusement flash there for just a heartbeat before it was gone.

“Of course. I told you that your human women would be secure living in our cities with our men patrolling the borders. We keep the wilder, less civilized Zorn on the other side of the walls. We are slowly controlling more of the Outlander areas until eventually there will be order all over Zorn. It is just a slow process since some resist change.”

“I see.” She gave a nod.

When they were led inside the supply building, Brenda saw motorcycle-type vehicles parked near the doors. Weapons were stacked on shelves along one wall and there were uniforms hanging neatly from hooks. The room was filled with a large assortment of other gear and sealed boxes. She eyed it trying to pretend as if she were greatly impressed. Rever moved, getting behind both men. She turned her attention on the guards, smiling at them and watched as both men leered openly at her body again.

Rever moved quickly, gripping both males to slam their heads together hard.

Brenda was shocked at the sudden violence. The guards went down to the floor with Rever’s help as he carefully lowered them so they didn’t slam into the hard surface. He sighed, releasing both limp men before straightening. Their gaze met.

“They will be fine. I hated to do that but I knew they wouldn’t leave us alone in here to take what we need. I trained them too well than to make that mistake. Get out of your clothes.”

Her mouth fell open. “What?”

“Strip now. Take it all off.”

“Strip?” She darted a look at the two men on the floor, then looked up at Rever’s amused expression. “Why?”

“I’m putting you in a uniform. It will be large but we have smaller sizes available for training our younger males. If we dress right they will think we are going on patrol and if we wear helmets on the vehicle they can’t see our faces when we drive right past the guards. They won’t stay unconscious long so hurry, Brenda. We need to get beyond the wall before they wake up to raise the alarm.” She reached for her shirt as Rever spun away, walking for the uniforms. She carefully watched the men on the floor, praying they didn’t wake while she was naked and thought that would be awkward if they did. Stripping quickly, she turned around and nearly bumped into Rever.

He was staring at every exposed inch of her naked body. He softly growled when he thrust out a uniform to her. “Dress quickly. I couldn’t find footings that would fit you so wear your boots.”

Brenda stared up into his eyes, spotting lust burning in their blue depths as his focus lingered on her breasts. Tearing her gaze from his, she glanced at the two down men who were still unconscious. She shifted her attention to the front of Rever’s tight pants, seeing the hard, undeniable bulge that was evident. He looked uncomfortable trapped in leather that way. The man was built and those things were too tight. As she watched, his hips shifted and she saw the movement for what it really was. He was trying to adjust to a more comfortable stance. Her chin rose as she looked upward.

His blue eyes were incredible, making her decide he was the sexist man alive, either alien or human, and her body instantly responded to the need reflected in his gaze. She licked her lips and took a step toward him, wanting him as much as he wanted her.

A soft growl came from him. “Brenda…”

“You can’t walk that way.” She darted a glance at the front of his pants. “You’ll hurt yourself trying.”

“We don’t have time for this.”

Her focus lifted to stare at his face. “I want you so badly that just the thought of you inside me makes me want to come. Do you know what a quickie is? We’re both on edge. I bet you could make me come really fast and judging by how hard you are, you won’t last long either. What are a few minutes anyway? Think about how good it would feel. I’ve wanted you so much it hurts ever since the alley.” A snarl left his lips as he dropped the uniform on the floor. He spun away, moving fast for the corner. “You tempt me but it wouldn’t be safe for me to take you with those males on the floor, Brenda. They could wake up and I would be distracted so they could easily overpower me. I’ll handle you in a minute.” Disappointment struck hard. She thought he’d take her up on her offer but instead Rever was moving away. She watched him grab something from the wall before he spun back around. She heard a clank noise and saw the restraints in his hands.

“Kinky. Are you going to punish me for trying to tempt you into doing something dangerous like fucking me while we’re here?” She grinned as she teased him.

He paused walking, his head tilted. “Kinky? I don’t understand the word.” 

“Are those for me?” She turned slowly, presenting him with her back. Brenda spread her thighs apart a little and bent forward, moving her hands to her ass to clasp them together there. “You could put those on me and fuck me. That would be kinky.” Rever growled again, shaking his head as he advanced. He walked around her to crouch down by the two men. She straightened up knowing playtime was over and watched Rever yank their hands behind their backs. Instead of hooking them up one at a time, he turned both guards so they were back to back, chaining them together by crossing the restraints so a left wrist was hooked to the right wrist of the other man and vice-versa. With them facing away from each other, chained together, it would make even getting up off the floor a very difficult joint venture. Rever rose to his feet.