Page 21 of Captured By the Alien Captain
Everything I’ve done feels like it was done for nothing.
I listen to the soft thud of his heart beating. The same pace as my own. Slow and heavy. It’s soothing, oddly enough. A similar result to my method of counting to calm down.
“We’re not soulmates,” I murmur to him. “This Rhis thing, you’ve made a mistake. We’re too different.”
He lets me mumble away, in no rush to deny my claims. His hold is strong and reassuring. So warm, too. Once I calm down, he holds me a little closer.
“When we meet ourRhis, it’s something that only happens once in our lives. There’s no mistaking the sensation. You are my queen. If you reject me, then I will live the rest of my lifespan alone.” We reach the living quarters, but he doesn’t stop at the same room he pushed me into the last time. He continues to walk. “There have been cases of different species matching up. Varrum has proved it to be possible with humans. I tried to fight these sensations as well, but there was no point. You are meant to be mine.”
He kept asking if I felt anything, and now it makes sense. However, I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. If it’s fireworks or something explosive, I must’ve gotten a soggy batch.
“You may not believe it just yet, but you will.” Mouthing the words against the top of my head, he sets me down. With the blur of his fingers on a pad, the door slides open. “You believe Varrum has taken advantage. Let me prove it to you otherwise.”
My pulse races at his words.
“MyRhis. Let me prove that I am yours.” His frown grows. “Or, you can reject this and deny all you want. I’ll let your sister go once she heals us. You will be allowed to go with her.”
He’s completely serious. I know this is his room. I’d be crazy to accept his offer. Hypocritical as well for doing just the same.
I’d be a traitor to my kind.
“Does this offer remain after you attempt to sway me?” Call me a coward, but I need an option to escape. I’m crazy for considering this, but here I am.
He nods.
I’m crazy. He’s made me insane. Why else am I stepping inside the room?
The door glides closed at the same time as the lights flicker on.
“Your room is far nicer than the other one.” Talking to fill in the silence, I shiver when I feel him stand closer.
“I am their king,” he explains in a rumble. “You will have nice things as well.” He strips me of my jacket. “I will heal these scars, just as you will heal mine.”
He’s right back to talking crazy again. I can’t call him out for it, not when he’s gliding his fingers down my arms. So slow and tantalizing, he makes it hard to focus.
When did a little light touch start becoming so effective?
Turning my face, I groan as his mouth brushes my throat. The heat of his breath causes goosebumps to lift across my skin. While I’m doubting everything, my body seems to be on board with this.
“I knew you were special the moment I saw you with my eyes.” His hands reach my hips and a small squeeze does me in. “You never cowered, not even once.”
Barely even touching me, warmth fills my stomach and inches lower. When was the last time I was touched by another person?
Years. Before I got thrown into training. Back when my life was somewhat normal.
I gasp when he sucks a mark onto my skin. He’s pulling me closer to his body, purposely digging his arousal against me.
Oh, god. Does he have the same parts as a human man, or will he surprise me with some crazy appendage? My toes curl inside my boots at all the questions forming.
“I have never responded this way to another female. This hunger is foreign and a fierce battle to fight off.” Confessing his truth, he growls when I arch against him. “Do you want to deny this?”
The scent of cinnamon floods my system and I can’t think. Not when he’s touching spots of my body that don’t need attention.
I need him to address the throbbing that’s growing between my thighs.
My pride won’t let me ask. It’s going to be my downfall.
Turning my head to look at him, the heat I’m experiencing is suffocating. Eyeing his lips, taking in the dangerous gleam of his fangs, I inhale sharply. Ever so hesitantly, I lean toward him.