Page 27 of Captured By the Alien Captain
“Your belongings,” I explain when I notice her jerk at the sudden sound. Whatever is on her mind must be causing herguard to be lowered and I don’t think she likes the fact by the way her mouth curves into a frown.
Moving to stand, I don’t let him inside. Not wanting to risk having another male’s eyes pointed in her direction while she’s in this state of dress, I quickly open the door and reach out to grab the bags in his grip.
Too distracted to notice the odd look behind his gaze, I thank him before the door glides closed once more.
“This is more than just an outfit,” she points out as she starts digging around. There’s no denying the relief behind her gaze to have some stuff that she is familiar with.
Might not be a weapon or two inside, but her belongings help ease the stiffness in her shoulders. I enjoy the view until I’m ready to ruin it.
“That is because your stay has been extended.” Ignoring her frown, I cross my arms over my chest and watch her pluck out one article of clothing at a time. “We do not know how long it will take for your sister to heal my people. This saves multiple trips.”
Deciding this will be my excuse until I hit another wall, I am left alone with only my thoughts to occupy me when Jax slips away to get dressed without any attempts of putting up a fight.
7
Jax
When I return from the bathroom, Runar rummaging through my belongings is not what I expect to see straight away. He’s poking through my bags, lifting my clothing with curiosity. In his grip, touching one of my nightgowns. The silk bends around his thick fingers.
As my heart betrays me for what feels like the hundredth time today, I stomp over to him and snatch it out of his grip. “It’s rude to touch things that aren’t yours.”
“If you are mine, does this not count?” He picks up my water canteen next, taking in the damage it has seen over the last few months. He’s way too curious about me for my liking. He’s seeing more parts of me than what others have and I’ve known this man for hardly long.
“Of course not!” Sputtering my words, I struggle to meet his eyes as I take the canteen from his grip and shove it back into mybag. Taking both bags away from his reach, I tuck them away in the corner of the room. Far away from his curious gaze.
Every time Runar tells me that he believes I am his, my heart thumps hard enough in my chest that his keen hearing might pick it up. I’m starting to believe he’s grown mad. A part of me wants to believe I’m crazy, too. Crazy for not shutting this idea down the moment he started throwing random words in my direction.
I’m still struggling to wrap my mind around everything I let him do. I’ve never felt such pleasures in my life, nothing so intense. I hate to admit it, but the sensation is addicting. I want to feel his fingers again, his tongue, and everything in between.
Ugh.Did they slip something inside of the food? If I’m not crazy, I’m delusional.
Unless I want to cave to his words, the best thing I can do is blame his actions on him trying to get in my head. This can be some mental battle I’m simply not prepared for. After sensing my weakness, he’s thrown himself down this path of playing with me like I’m prey.
I can’t give in. For all those I fight for, I have to be stronger than this.
“Varrum will want to speak to us soon about his findings with his mate.” Runar makes his way toward the door. “With the time they were away, I’m sure they have figured out something to help assist with our current dilemma.”
I don’t like the mention of Flora being called some alien’s mate. It makes her sound like she’s stuck in the same predicament as I am. Maybe she is. Though, she’s not putting up any sort of fight or asking to be saved. Quite the opposite.
We both let these creatures taste us between our thighs. Did she touch this Varrum guy like I had Runar?
Groaning softly at the memory, I shake my head and follow him out of the room.
“I’m hoping we will be able to call this day over here soon. It feels late.” Out in the middle of space, time is hard to tell. Unfortunately, I don’t have a clock on me to hint at how many hours I’ve been held captive on the ship. My body is feeling heavier, just as my eyes are.
It must be getting late.
Noticing fewer people roaming about the ship all but confirms my suspicions. Runar guides me to a room with a table and chairs.
“This is where I first saw you,” he explains as he pulls back a chair at the end of the table and claims it. There’s a hint of a smile on his lips. Almost like the memory is a fond one for him. “It’s where we do most of our communication.”
Taking in the room, the space reminds me of a place for meetings to take place. Seeing as this is their base, I wouldn’t be surprised if more beings came here to talk rather than send their regards through hologram messages.
Considering one of the seats with a little distance between us, I frown when he hooks a finger in my direction. A silent order that can easily be ignored, my feet move on their own.
Moving toward the seat closest to Runar, I gasp and I’m suddenly grabbed and dragged toward the massive wall of muscle. Before I know what’s happening, I’m settled in his lap with one thick arm wrapped around my front to hold me hostage.
“You are not holding me like this.” No way. Not in front of anyone else. Not in front of my sister.