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  Copyright© 2013 Hazel Gower

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-522-8

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To my wonderful husband and children, thank you for supporting me in all my writing endeavors.

  This book is for my mother-in–law, Christine Gower, who tells everyone about her daughter’s naughty books, and has been waiting for this book.

  A big shout out to Natasha Devereux and Tamara Gill. A huge thank you to my close friend Jess Buffett, I appreciate all your help.

  And lastly to Evernight and my awesome editor Karyn White, you have made this story shine. I can’t thank you enough.

  SAVIOR

  The Inteli: Book One

  Hazel Gower

  Copyright © 2013

  Prologue

  VENNOUS

  HOME PLANET OF THE INTELI

  CLAN CENTRAL HEADQUARTERS

  “We have tried everything. If we don’t find a solution, we will be extinct in little less than a thousand years.” The head of the science department, Olrica, yelled over the mumbling clan leaders and other representatives. They all quieted when he stated how long they had. “There are only three other species in the universe we have found so far that are compatible with us to breed offspring. Out of those three, none are even close to being as advanced as we are.”

  Making sure he had everyone’s attention, he looked at as many as he could. “I myself am hesitant concerning these species. Men, here are your choices: The Mermonfrinch. The first problem with them is they can’t be out of the water for more than a couple of hours. Secondly their skin is slimy. Thirdly, they have fins instead of hands. I can go on, but let us take a vote. Could any of you mate with one?” He put up a hologram of a group of Mermonfrinch.

  “No, Olrica,” yelled the Inteli men throughout the room.

  It was unanimous. No one was desperate enough to mate with a Mermonfrinch. Olrica ran his claws through his green hair. “That leaves us two options. The next is the Apas. Positive first, they have claws.” He put the image on the hologram and heard the disappointed sighs. “As you can see, that is really their only positive. The tallest I have seen comes to my waist. They are covered in rough hair, and they don’t have too much shape. The major problem is they are extremely primitive and haven’t even mastered speaking. Apas communicate with grunts and noises.”

  Before he could finish the room was filled with, “No.”

  “Come on, Olrica. Be serious.”

  “The smallest of us is six feet five.”

  He looked to his youmnda. She sat at the front with a couple of other women representatives. She nodded at him, giving him the courage he needed. “The last and only other option are called Humans.” Olrica put the hologram up, and the room went instantly quiet. “Yes, as you can see they are unusually alluring beings. You can all see they have problems, too. For one, they live very short life spans, but that can be easily fixed. Second, they are not as tall as we, nor built like us. Their sizes vary as you can see, along with their height. Their skin is nothing like our hard-plated skin. Their skin is soft and easy to mark. They also have no claws. The most positive thing about these Humans is … they reproduce very easily.”

  All this information didn’t seem to put them off. A lot of men were coming closer to the hologram. Danickra, leader of the Yellow Clan, spoke up as he stood in front of the hologram.

  “I and six of my best men will take my finest ship and gladly check out this option, and acquire a couple of subjects from this planet.”

  Olrica smiled as the leader of the Blue Clan, Zinoro, spoke up offering his assistance. It went on like this until all ten clan leaders were coming with at least three of their best men. His youmnda Uvinya winked at him, then stood up. “I will come with my youmnda. I have a feeling these poor beings will need a woman to help explain why they’ve been taken, and settle them in.”

  Olrica smiled at his youmnda, and before he could continue Dannina, the oldest woman on Vennous, stood up and spoke. “I have a felling you’re going to need Uvinya and me, so when you bring home these new treasures home, they have a face and a friend they already know.”

  Dannina sat back down with a huge grin on her face as all the clan leaders fought to talk at once. Olrica let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. This was going to work. This had to work. Humans were their last and only hope to save their race.

  Chapter One

  Opal picked up the shot, downed it, and looked at her friend Heather, who seemed to be keeping up with her. She smiled sweetly at the bartender, Rick, who was her friend from school. “Another round of Cock-Sucking Cowboys.”

  Rick nodded, and she placed more money on the bar. She frowned when he placed a bottle of water in front of her. “Sorry, Opal, but you’ve had enough and I’m really not allowed to give you the amount of alcohol you’ve already had.”

  Heather spoke up behind her. “Opal, honey, I think you've had enough. It’s getting close to midnight, and you have been drinking since seven o’clock-ish. Look, I know you’re upset about Tim, but he’s really not worth it. I mean come on, you’d been with him three months and you still hadn’t done the deed.”

  She glared at her supposed best friend, still in her businesses suit. Heather looked immaculate, even after drinking with her for the last five hours. “Yeah, well, let’s see how happy you would be if you walked in on your boyfriend fucking somebody. And not a woman. A man. Oh, my God, Heather, do you think I turned a man gay? Maybe I should just sleep with someone here and get the deed over with. Do you see any guy desperate enough to pop my cherry?”

  “No. Come on, Opal, you’ve had way too much alcohol. Let’s go across the road, sit, sober up, and talk on the beach.”

  Heather pulled her gently by the arm, and they left the bar. They walked across the road to the beach, then started heading towards the rocks. Opal stumbled several times. “Shit! I’m drunks.”

  “That will happen when you do shots for almost five hours. You should have passed out by now. I have no idea how you are still standing. I asked Rick two hours ago to start making my shots with choc milk to trick you.”

  “Thatzs ass dirty tricks, Heather. You’re supposeddd to gets drunks withz me.”

  “Well, someone has to look after you, Opal.”

  Stumbling on the sand, Opal fell to the ground. Once there she scrambled into a sitting position. “Heather, I’mza a loser. Howz could I not knows me boyfriend is gay? My Godz, ourz best friend is gays. Aaaarrrgh, Ethans warned mez about him. He’s said he showers longerded than I did, andz has more shoesz and clothesss. Alsoss when a guy voluntarilyzz takes you to chick flicksss and doesn’t trys to sees the action moviez instead, thenz he is gays, along with his music collection. I laughzed and told Ethans just cause he had more clothesss and shoesss than me, and he likeds going to chick flicksss didn’t make everyone else whoz does gays! Thank Gods he didn’tz says anything when I calledz him tonights.”

  “Why isn’t he here?”

  “Hez is doings, work for a hugez alienss photo shoot. Saids he would come see me tomorrowz. Ohz, and Heather, Ethans also said last weeks he fought Tim was chec
king him out. I should have listenedz, but no… notz me, I laughed him off agains. I’mza gonna die a virgins at this rate. Howz manys twenty-five year old virginsz who aren’t nunsss are there? Isa probably asa new record.” Heather sat down beside her, and Opal groaned. “Nowsa I’m becoming onzes of those annoying womens who complained about their lifes all the timez.”

  Heather laughed. “Ah sweetheart, your boyfriend just cheated on you, and not with some pretty big-boobed blond.” Heather patted her leg. “It could always be worse, Opal.”

  “Yeah wanna to tellz mes how?”

  “It could have been Ethan’s lily-white arse you saw in the air fucking your boyfriend.”

  They both laughed and lay back on the sand. “Heather, don’t even thinks that. Myz lucks bad enough as is. Whyz can’ts I find a guys like the heroes in the books Iza reads?”

  Heather laughed harder. “Yeah, Opal, some hot hunky alien should come and take us away from our dreary lives. Um, cos that happens every—”

  Heathers words where cut off as a bright light come towards them. They looked for the source, thinking someone was shining a torch at them. Opal covered her eyes as the light got bigger and brighter.

  Opal screamed and grabbed a hold of Heather, as she looked franticly about for someone, something, anything, that could help them as they started floating up in the air. The lights become almost blinding.

  Opal’s voice became hoarse from screaming, and all of a sudden all the alcohol in the world couldn’t make her drunk. Looking at Heather, who looked just as terrified as she, they stopped screaming when they were so high up that the cars looked like matchboxes.

  She stared up to see flashes of orange, yellow, and red lights pulling them up into a large circle with silver shiny metal surrounding it.

  Opal and Heather started yelling for help, but no one heard them. They were too high up.

  What on Earth was happening? That was the last thing Opal thought before her vision dotted with black.

  Chapter Two

  Danickra studied the two Earth women. One of them was a lot taller than the other. She was also a lot darker skinned, almost black, and very slim. He guessed when the darker one stood, she would easily be close to five nine, maybe even six feet. She was perfect for Inteli men, but she wasn’t the one he couldn’t stop looking at. That was the shorter one, who if she stood would be lucky to come to his chest above his nipples.

  Her eyes held him captive. Unable to turn away, Danickra gazed into the darkest brown eyes he’d ever seen. The scary thing was … the more he stared, the more they seemed like they held the answers to everything he ever wanted.

  Her brown hair looked smooth and shiny, falling everywhere over her soft shapely body. Her breasts were bigger than any woman’s he’d known. They were more than his hands could hold. Danickra’s dicks grew in his pants, and he licked his lips.

  He pounded on his chest in frustration at his thoughts, because he knew he shouldn’t want the tiny human, as she was way too small, especially when he considered his height. At seven foot, two, he wasn’t even the tallest Inteli, but he was one of the bulkiest.

  Danickra didn’t even want to contemplate what his claws could do to her smooth soft skin, other than rip it to shreds. She looked so small and delicate.

  “We cannot mate with these Earthlings if they are all like this. They are way too soft skinned for our hard-plated bodies, and that’s only the start. What about our claws, or our cocks? They look too small to be able to take our two dicks, especial the larger of the two. We will break them in two.”

  Dannina spoke up, looking at all nine other clan leaders. “You have no choice but to try. We have no other options. The scientists have tried everything. The Inteli women are not being experiments any longer. Their eggs will not corporate. So, unless you want to be extinct, I suggest you give it a go.” Dannina’s eyes landed on him, and she had a wicked grin on her face as she stared at them. “Uvinya and I have decided you, Danickra, will be the one to choose one of those two in Earthlings in the viewing room, and she will be your concubine.”

  Dannina whispered something in Uvinya’s ear, but Danickra was too stunned to hear, or do anything. He stared at the women, and his tail wrapped around his arm looking for something to hold onto, as his world didn’t seem stable right now.

  He shook his head. “No. No, I will not be the one to break the first human. I feel bad. We shouldn’t treat them this way.”

  Dannina and Uvinya grinned hugely now as they cackled. Danickra glanced at the other clan leaders, who all had their hands up in surrender, looking anywhere but at him. Cowards. Only Salamanda the Pink Clan leader stared at the women.

  Uvinya ginned as she said, “Ah Danickra, you do have a heart. Here we thought being the ruthless leader of Yellow Clan, you didn’t have one. Dannina and I were just discussing some rules.”

  Danickra shuddered, dreading what they would say next.

  “No one will disrespect these Earthlings. If one falls with your child, you will be mated by the blood ritual and a youmnda ceremony. Everything will be done to make them feel comfortable, safe, and loved.”

  Danickra’s body took an involuntary step back. His mind screamed at him the enormity of the situation, and the responsibility that would be placed upon his shoulders. Looking around the group he again found no support. They were actually nodding in agreement with Uvinya. He yelled a war cry in frustration and fear. Dannina cut him off with a cackle.

  “If these two Earthlings are too ugly or vulgar, we can always have a look for some different ones?”

  “No.” He growled through clenched teeth, and then groaned when he realized how quick and sure he had been when he responded. Both women laughed at him, and Dannina smiled.

  “Young man, don’t think we do not see what has been going on with you since the human women arrived. You haven’t taken your eyes off them, or I should say one of them?”

  Danickra shook his head, trying to get his brain to work, but all he could do was stare at the humans, his attention never leaving the short, brown-eyed woman. The human women where odd looking, with no tails, which you would think would turn him off, but no, it seemed to only make him harder. His cocks would not stand down. Danickra wanted the human with every fibre in his being. He knew he should choose the tall one, but his body wouldn’t let him.

  He banged his head on the view screen several times before he turned back to everyone. “Argh, all right. I don’t have a choice. Don’t make me do this on my own. Someone has to pick the one I don’t choose.” He glared at the others.

  Uvinya and Dannina shot a glance at each other. “Don’t worry, Danickra. Salamanda is going to take the other. Aren’t you, Salamanda?”

  Salamanda tuned from the viewing screen and said, “Yes. I will take the tall one.”

  Danickra let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, then grinned at Salamanda, and turned back at Uvinya and Dannina. “Okay, since you two seem to have the answers, what should we tell them about the situation they now find themselves in? The truth? Half-truths? Or lie through our teeth? Any ideas? Not that we can talk to them until we get the communication devices.”

  Everyone spoke at once until they were given a death stare from Dannina. Uvinya spoke. “I think most of the truth. Let’s see what they can handle first. But until we get the devices use body language.”

  He and Salamanda nodded as Dannina piped in. “I think we have left them waiting for long enough. Go in, Inteli, but remember not to scare them. Try telling yourselves you are not warriors. Try friendly aliens.” The other eight men laughed.

  Danickra looked to Salamanda to see him take a deep breath, before he walked into the viewing room with the humans. He himself took a deep breath, too, trying to remember all the information they had gathered from the humans satellites, hoping some of the information was useful. He was so terrified that this wouldn’t work and he would be held responsible—or that it would work and his whole world would change before he
knew it. Snarling at the situation, he ran his claws through his long blue hair. He touched his ears and, praying the human languages had downloaded to his own translators properly, followed Salamanda into the room.

  Chapter Three

  Opal was scared. She hugged Heather tighter to her and looked around the room again for the millionth time. They were sitting on a soft platform that floated in the air, and the scariest thing was she was not wearing her own clothes. The clothes she wore were a light purple color, and it felt like nothing she’d ever felt in her life. It was very sheer, barely covering her. It was similar to a man’s shirt. Yet Heather was dressed the same, but she had on a green shirt, and hers was a lot longer.

  Feeling like she was being watched, Opal looked around the strange metal room again. There were no doors or windows, just shiny silver metal. The only item in the room was the floating seat.

  Opal bit her lip so her hysterical laughter at their situation didn’t escape as she heard Heather mumbling.

  “We’re going to die. No, I’m going to kill these mother-fuckers. I want to live. I didn’t do anything. Shit, the black person always dies first.”

  Opal couldn’t hold back her laughter. Heather glared at her. “I’m only stating facts Opal. We have been awake now for a while, and no one has come. I’m telling you it’s a scare tactic.”

  Opal sighed. Heather had always been the first to react, the dramatic one. “Look, Heather calm down. Save your energy for whooping whoever’s arse did this. You never know. We could have been abducted by some hot aliens who can’t live without us. Oh, and maybe, on their planet women are so rare they are treated like goddesses.”