Page 19 of Captured By the Alien Captain
Runar is sniffing me, inhaling my scent just as I was him. He’s acting more obvious about it, going as far as grazing my ear with his cheek. One more step forward and I can feel that other parts of him are responding to what he’s breathing in.
Heat crawls up my throat and I stiffen up. My stupid heart picks up in speed again and there’s a small flutter in the pit of my stomach.
“Do you really not feel anything?” His words come out gravelly. Feeling the vibration of his chest with his question, I have no choice but to accept that what I feel is not fear.
“I feel like you’re taking this watching role very seriously.” My voice wavers and I hardly even recognize myself. Cursing my heart and demanding it to slow down, goosebumps form when his knuckles graze my wrists.
He’s not touching me directly, just barely a brush. I feel the contact like a shock straight to my soul. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Nowthatis scary.
“You’re making me feel strange,” I murmur, “I’ve never…”
Never let a man sway me like this? Runar is nothing close to the men back at home. He’s bigger and far more animalistic. He’s got this look in his eye that says he can do whatever he pleases.
Daring to get this close after all the times I’ve tried to take him out, he’s fearless too. A man after my heart if this were a normal exchange.
Nothing about this is normal.
Runar pauses, digesting my words. He hums with acceptance. “You must be myRhis. This meeting of ours…” His hand shifts to the front of my stomach, blossoming a foreign heat. “…must be fate.”
I don’t know what a Rhis is and neither does my translator. However, what I do know is that I must’ve hit this guy way too hard because what he’s talking about right now is complete nonsense. Who does he think he is, freely touching me? I’ve broken fingers for less.
Opening my mouth to scold him, I’m distracted by an approaching ship. Runar is too busy to notice, distracted by my existence, I guess.
“Is that them?” Shifting as best as I can in this new position, I point out toward the new ship.
“Possibly.” He freaking nuzzles me, making it hard to think. The audacity of this captain continues to grow as each second passes. “The healer will take care of them. You have nothing to worry about.”
“What in the hell happened in that head of yours?” Blushing, I bury an elbow into his stomach. Does he need a reminder thatwe’re enemies? That, only hours ago, I promised to be the one behind his death?
He throws that Rhis word again, mumbling something about a bond. Not caring that the others in this part of the ship are starting to take notice, he keeps me close.
“Runar.” Snapping to get his attention, I press my palm against his chin and shove him away. Being close to this man is not good for either of us.
He takes a step back and tilts his head in confusion. This brick wall of muscle dares to look upset. “You’re rejecting me?”
“I honestly don’t know what the fuck you’re on about.” Wishing the warmth of his touch would go away already, I huff out my embarrassment. “We need to go back to the medbay.”
He doesn’t move. “They’re fine. We can go back to the living quarters for privacy.”
“Yes, because all of these aliens staring at us is the problem here.” How humiliating. Swooping around him, I’m putting distance between us. The more, the better.
He calls for me, well, he calls for his Rhis. I don’t stop. After walking all over this vessel, I’m sure I can find the medbay on my own.
I’m putting a stop to this now before he gets any weirder.
Runar catches up to me in no time. Thankfully, he keeps his hands to himself this time. Though, he encourages me to wait until Flora settles with every step we take. If it’s rough, I’ll only be in the way. He’s got plenty of reasons not to go.
Too much time passes as we walk without his help in guidance. Every minute that passes is another that lets my imagination run wild. I can’t help but imagine my sister bloodied and battered, calling out for me. It’s enough to make my heart ache. The fear of losing her is enough to extinguish all of this foreign heat.
I won’t ask him for his help. He’ll just direct me in the opposite direction of where I want to go.
The further I walk, the more I recognize. Just when I figure out where I am, I hear it.
The familiar shrill of her scream, Flora’s cry is the only reason I need to sprint.
Blood rushes my ears as I reach the large space with beds. I can’t think, not when another cry comes from behind the metal door.
Shinara spots me, urging me to wait. The fact that she’s not already helping out Flora is enough to make me see red. She’s smart enough not to stand in my way, but her words of caution flood out.