Kniam: A Terraneu Novel Read Online Free PDF Page B

I am not going to let you dissect me and do
experiments on me!"
    Kneus looked at Kniam and they were quiet for a moment, Kniam shrugged...
    Kniam put both palms up in a conciliatory gesture, "I have no
interest in "dissecting" you little female. Please sit here on this
table so that we can talk, and you can be more comfortable." He turned and
grabbed something out of drawer that she couldn't even tell was in the wall,
swung around and held out a medical gown.
    “At least it’s something to cover up with.” She snatched the gown from
Kniam, and struggled to get the arms in the right holes, the sides tucked
around and tied. The nice thing about being around these giant men, is that the
cover was long enough to go to her knees. The bad thing is that medical robes
must have a universal rule that your ass has to be hanging out. So she wrapped
it around a couple of times, and held it closed with one hand, viola! Her butt
was covered.
    She looked up expectantly and Kniam patted the medical table again.
Glaring Amber gingerly tried to climb up on the table, but it was too high. She
had to let go of the back of the robe to use both hands, and still couldn’t get
up. She gave a running jump a try and didn't make it. She swung a leg over and
hopped on one leg for leverage and still didn't make it. There was an agonized
groan from the direction of Kniam, so she looked over her shoulder and saw him
standing there with glazed eyes locked on her bouncing ass globes.
    "Serves you right for staring! You could lend me a hand and help me
up!" Who said chivalry wasn't dead? Kniam stalked over and she was afraid
for a second he was just going to throw her onto the table. She held her breath
as he gently reached his hands around her waist. Hot damn…they almost met on either
side! She really loved this new body! He held her gently, his fingers this
close to the underside of her breasts and tugged her into his chest.
Without missing a beat, or groaning over her weighing too much he dragged her
higher until…he abruptly set her on the table, damn!
      Frustration of the sexual kind
was humming in the air between them. Then she turned lobster red when she
realized that they weren’t alone in the room! She was such an intergalactic
slut that she was drooling over a stranger, which wasn’t her thing to begin
with, and she was doing it with an audience. So what if he was a smoldering,
melt your underwear hottie. Her logical side was screaming, Hello she wasn’t
wearing any underwear for him to melt, and to wake up…she was in very real danger !
Not to be denied, her effervescent side kicked in telling her, Hey she
needed to set an example here. She didn’t want them to think Earth girls
weren’t easy ! This thought set off another round of uncontrolled laughter.
Damn that nervous habit!
    “Are you well little female?” The concern on Kniam’s face brought her to
her senses.
    "Thank you...uhhhh….Kniam?"
    "Yes, I am Kniam." His eyes locked on hers.
    “I am Amber.” She held out my hand. He stared at her, then his gaze
dropped to her hand, then back to her face. He glanced around at where Kneus
was standing, and they did that silent talk, then they both shrugged.
    She was taken by surprise when he reached over and
grabbed her forearm. “Is that how you greet each other?” she was hoping that it
wasn’t some high insult to hold out your hand. Maybe his taking her forearm was
an agreement to fight to the death! “We shake hands, like this.” She pulled her
hand slowly down his forearm, her fingers didn’t even make it halfway around
his arm. Even when she got to his wrist she couldn’t make her fingers meet.
Once she got their hands palm-to-palm she did the up/down motion of shaking
hands.
    His brow furrowed and he stepped closer to her until he was directly in
front of her. If he got any nearer she would have to open her legs to avoid
kneeing him. He flipped their hands so that he could get a better look at her
fingers. With an