Page 24 of Captured By the Alien Captain
Chewing on her lip, her eyes lower once more. Despite her words, she’s curious. Her fingers curl against the blankets.
If she won’t allow me inside, then that doesn’t mean I can’t offer myself. The way I’m throbbing, even the light touch of her fingers can be enough to relieve me of this painful arousal.
“Don’t ever hold yourself back. If you want something, take it.” My words come out deep and low with a light layer of desperation.
Catching onto the meaning behind my words, she doesn’t pull away. Even if it means calling her earlier words useless, her curiosity wins over her beliefs.
Without a word, she lifts a hand toward me. Hesitant enough to pause, those tan cheeks of hers grow a lovely shade of pink. I don’t see this reaction often enough, but I want to.
A thick swallow later, she makes contact. Like I’m being burned, I hiss softly through my teeth.
She can barely get her fingers wrapped around my cock. One squeeze is all it takes to make my hips jerk.
“I was not expecting piercings,” she murmurs as her thumb grazes the ring trailing the slit at the tip. “Looks painful.”
“It’s tradition,” I grunt as I follow her fingers with my eyes. She traces the balls lining down my length. “Those within my bloodline, those who are royalty have these inserted.”
Is there any point in describing such traditions? It’s not like my people run by them too often anymore. I’m the only one left within my bloodline.
Now with myRhispresent, there’s the possibility of changing that. We may not be able to offer up a full-blooded Medarian as the next in line, but traditions shift and change all of the time.
I grunt when she gives me another squeeze. It’s easier to shut down this hunger, this craving to claim her. Hell, it’s hard to think about anything when her grip feels so good.
“Are you a captain, or a king?” She eyes me curiously.
“I took the captain title once we began helping other species.” Sighing softly, I close my eyes as she strokes me. “To my people, I am their king. I’m meant to lead them toward our survival.”
Over the last ten rotations, I’ve kept my duty to the best of my ability. The human race is nothing but another bump I need to get over. Once Jax realizes what needs to be done, we can move on and I can claim her as my own.
For now, I plan on enjoying every stroke of her fingers while enjoying her little experimental phase.
Crowding her hand with my own, I listen to her quick inhale. “Like this.” Showing her what speed I need to release everything I’m pent up with, I’m left growling in the back of my throat as I release her hand. “Grip me like you never want to let go.”
Jax is good at taking orders. She does as I say and her cheeks flood with more color as I buck against her grip.
The next time my cock is near her, I will make sure it’ll be when I mark her.
Cursing in my own language, each tug to the piercings leaves my fingers digging into my thighs to avoid flattening her down and shoving my cock inside. Threatening to draw blood, I barely keep myself contained.
Her breathing hitches with mine as she gives another brutal squeeze.
As if craving to get burned, she looks up and leans forward. Nothing tells her to kiss me, but she does. She even gasps when Itangle a hand through her hair and pull her head back to deepen her attempt to take this moment over.
There is nothing sweeter than making this woman submit. Once she fully gives in, it will be remarkable. We won’t leave my chambers for days.
Just thinking about the future is enough to get me off. With the addition of her hand moving and the taste of her on my tongue, I hiss against her lips as I reach my limit.
Heat splashes against her hand, and a growl slips out before I claim her lips once more. Needing more and more, we lose ourselves for a moment.
The weight that has always been pressed against my body is gone. As if something was wrapped tightly around my lungs, I can breathe again. Truly breathe.
I don’t know if Jax feels such a flipped sensation, but it feels good.
Exactly what I needed. This is a feeling I’m never going to want to let go.
A minute passes before she releases my spent cock. Trying her damndest to look unaffected, she fails terribly as she stumbles off the bed.
Already learning the layout of my chambers, she slips away to wash her hands off.