Brute Alien Force: Brute Alien, #6

By Andrea Bellmont

Selma knew she was in danger when she saw him. But she never guessed he'd take her, literally, out of this world!

Selma was nursing a broken heart when she realized she was lost high up in the mountains. Distraught over her ex-boyfriend, she didn't realize she was lost. Then she saw a man standing before her.

Her eyes widened.

The man was powerfully built, handsome, and his clothing foreign.

 When she took out her phone, he grabbed it and crushed it beneath his foot.

She backed away, fear welling inside.

 It was just the beginning of Selma's journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Mar 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215719138

Andrea Bellmont

Andrea Bellmont is a writer of erotica and erotic romance. She dabbles in the paranormal end of the genre and loves her three muses. They're naughty muses whom she blames for her most erotic stories. She's a wife, a mother and still believes a woman should be at all times sexy and self confident. Journey with her, in an adult never land. Andrea Bellmont. Passions Iron Grip and Bonds (Kindle Locations 442-445). Bitten Press.

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Prelude

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I’m lost, Selma said, taking a deep breath. Selma Delvecchio took out her phone and tried to get reception. Damn mountains. I could have gone to a bar and gotten drunk to forget about Mike. Instead, I had to walk, hike up here and get fresh air to get him out of my system. Ugh!

The love of Selma’s life just got married, and it wasn’t to her. She sat on a large bolder and whimpered, holding back a tirade of tears. How could he do this to me? The sun was shining, and the rays were intense. Wow, the sun is bright and scorching hot.

She stood trying to get reception on her phone when she felt someone watching her. Selma looked up, shading her eyes from the sun. She made out the figure of a tall, muscular man dressed in a tight-fitting one-piece jumpsuit. She quickly stood. Thank God, another person. I need to find a way off this God-forsaken Mountain. She held her phone up. There is no reception up here. Maybe you can point me in the right direction so I can find my way back down the mountain?

He grabbed her phone, threw it to the ground, and crushed it with his boots. Who are you? he asked.

Selma, and who the hell are you?

That is none of your concern. What the hell are you doing up here?

I am hiking, and I’m lost. Why did you step on my phone? How the hell am I getting out of here? By the way, asshole, I’m lost.

That is your misfortune, he said, kicking away the remnants of her phone.

You owe me a thousand dollars, she said defiantly.

I owe you nothing, perhaps your life. Damn it, woman, now I must take you back with me. I will get an ass reaming for this.

I’m not going anywhere with you, Selma said as she backed away from him.

Yes, you are, he said with a growl.

He grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her along. Let go of me! she screamed, swinging her arms at him.

Stop! he bellowed.

Another man appeared. He was even bigger than the one dragging her along. He, too, wore a tight-fitting jumpsuit and easily grabbed her, flipping her over his shoulder.

Put me down, you heathen! Selma screamed as she pounded on his back.

Stop your screaming. No one can hear you up here. The large man held her tight and began walking. He then yelled at the other man. Python, taking her back with us is not good. Imar is going to flip his fucking lid.

Fuck Imar. We have our orders. Humans cannot see us; if they do, we must take them with us.

The big man turned to the other, Zap her, please.

No! she screamed.

The object that touched her didn’t hurt, but Selma couldn’t move or speak. What had they done to her?

Thanks, Python. Now let’s get her on the ship and deal with her later. We have the dragon eggs, and now we must return home.

Selma heard them. Ship? Dragon eggs? What the fuck? Her mind screamed. She still couldn’t move or speak. The man carrying her entered a cave. She heard a metal door open and was taken into what looked like the cockpit of a plane. He sat her in a seat and harnessed the seatbelt. When she got a good look at him, she was surprised at how attractive he was. His searing blue eyes assessed her. She tried to talk, and tears ran down her cheeks.

Damn, he said.

He touched her with the cold metal object, and the numbness disappeared, and she found her voice. Who are you, and where the hell are you taking me?

I’m Viper, and the captain is Python. You’re on a ship to Genra, my home planet. My dear, you were in the wrong place, and aliens are abducting you. You’re also fortunate that I speak your language. What’s your name?

Seriously, a home planet? Aliens? Are you human traffickers? I’ve heard of such things going on, but.... She stopped. Please let me go. I’m really not that pretty or good at sex. I’m worthless. I swear, I will never tell anyone about you.

Viper shook his head. What’s your name?

She gritted her teeth and spat, Selma! My name is Selma Delvecchio, and you must release me!

My dear, releasing you is not an option.

Please let me go.

He ignored her pleas. You are pretty, any woman to me is good at sex, and I’m not a human trafficker. Now sit back and enjoy the ride. I will need to inject you when we travel through what you call a black hole. But for now, just relax. I am sorry this happened. We can’t allow you to go back, the ship is taking off, and if we left you back there, you would have died from the heat and flames from our engines.

Right, a spaceship? Alien abduction? Good Lord, this really is a nightmare.

Selma tried to escape her restraints, but the alien harnessed her too tightly in her seat.

They ignored her. Both men sat and belted themselves in their seats and began count-down. But now she didn’t understand a word they said.

She watched Viper open a small metal container, grip something in his hand and turn to her. Python, I think she needs a translator.

The man called Python nodded in agreement. It might calm her down. Your English is far better than mine. Imar will be fucking yelling his damn head off. Better that she understands everything.

The big man named Viper ran his hand up her arm and stopped at her neck. You should be able to understand me.

Selma nodded. I understood you before, even with your terrible accent.

Viper ran his hand over his tightly braided white-blonde hair. I am sorry. This sucks. I hope you aren’t leaving too much behind.

Selma began to sob. Viper put his finger under her chin. You are pretty and sexy, and I’d like to taste you, but I’m sure that will never happen. Human women are smaller and very appreciative.

Selma’s tears ran down her cheeks. You’re talking in riddles. You’re human, big, but I see a human man.

I am human, just a little different, and we are compatible. Maybe after General Imar decides what to do with you, we may meet again.

Selma was starting to believe him. However, when the roar of the ship’s engines became deafening, Selma cringed. This was real.

Chapter One

Selma leaned back and tried to drown out the loud sound of the craft’s engines. She assumed that she was in the cock pit of an airplane. She shook her head as she looked