Page 32 of Captured By the Alien Captain
His chest vibrates as I reach out and flatten my hand against his skin. His body responds to the two words as if he has no control. It’s like we’re both cursed with this hunger.
He shifts and his breath tickles my lips. “Only one?” He’s asking for confirmation and I can barely mutter a yes. “Then it will be a long one.”
Not wanting to waste another second with any unneeded words, our mouths clash and I give in. One kiss will be enough. I’ll put everything into one and promise myself to get over this man afterward.
Refusing to let our lips separate, Runar rolls over me. His tongue glides against my own as he grabs one of my legs at a time, wrapping them around his waist. His groan vibrates against my teeth as he thrusts forward, grinding against me. Too many layers of clothes rest between us and I’m glad.
I don’t think I’d be able to tell him no if he wanted inside. The way my walls clamp around nothing but air, I want that pierced cock of his inside of me. Even if he does more damage than gives pleasure, my body is screaming to be connected with him. Connected as one.
I lose count of how long this kiss lasts. Refusing to separate, Runar gives me what I need to ease this starvation. He keeps his word when he does pull away. Instead of kissing me again, he resumes his position and traces my spine with his fingertips until I can no longer fight against the battle of sleep.
8
Runar
I stare at the Sixth with my arms crossed. Every member stares back with tense stances. Very little conversation is said and what words are exchanged are hushed. Everyone is holding their breath for the outcome of today.
Varrum has caught up with his five brothers, telling them all about this Hendrick human. They know exactly who is to be blamed for their kind dying. After sticking close to Flora’s side while they figured out a temporary solution to our problem, he’s ready to join everyone in today’s mission. We need him, we need everyone to succeed.
Even without proof, something deep in my gut tells me he is the man who is to be blamed. From the way Jax stiffened up at the realization, I don’t need any other proof.
The human needs to die for his crimes. But first, Jax needs to hear him admit them. She needs to understand that my heavyhand is deserved. I won’t allow her to hate me for killing one of her own.
“You will not harm anyone else,” I tell them all. “The humans will be under our protection, just like all the others. Once this pest is taken care of, they will be sworn into intergalactic law. This is not negotiable. If a single innocent human comes to harm…”
I imagine Jax’s reaction if she witnesses such a sight. My jaw tightens. The way they all straight up, my thoughts must be written all over my face.
I don’t need to say it. The punishment will be death. Even for my kind, blood for blood. We don’t kill unless there is a reason.
Jax lifts away from her spot against the wall, clueless about their reactions. Standing at my side, she cradles the pistol at her hip. For the first time, she looks relaxed. Like the weapon is a part of her, she’s relieved to have it returned to her.
I don’t think she’ll betray us. Not after last night. Even if I do question her loyalty, I refuse to let her meet the others unarmed. The humans are not to be trusted, not even to each other.
“Are you ready to go?” Taking her in, my fingers itch to reach out and touch her again. “I know this may be hard for you.”
“I hate the bastard,” she explains with a frown. I’m not sure what a bastard is, but I’m pretty sure she called me one during our interrogation.
I wonder if she still thinks I am one.
“A war criminal is not someone I’m willing to forgive,” she continues to explain. “We might not have laws when it comes to aliens just yet, but if something like this happened on Earth, I don’t have a doubt he’d be given a death sentence for pulling such strings.”
As we all crowd onto the spacecraft, Jax types in coordinates. While she works, I can’t help but notice Varrum staring at her.
Does he not trust her like I do? I suppose after she spent so much time yelling at him, it may give him a reason or two to not like her.
I can’t change the men’s opinion of her, but I’m sure she will earn their respect once this fight is over.
Varrum notices I’ve caught him and shifts his gaze. Even if I don’t question his feelings for Flora, I feel more relieved when any possible competition isn’t paying her attention.
When she settles down next to me, there’s a new air in the ship. She’s stiff, her expression pointed. Remembering that she is a commander of her crew, I’m sure she’s put her complete focus on completing our mission.
I can’t help but grin at her. For a moment, it breaks her concentration.
“Stop that.” Pursing her lips, she looks away. “What is the plan if things don’t run smoothly? I doubt Hendrick will welcome us with open arms. He hates your kind as much as…” She pauses and frowns. “He hates you. When he learns you’re their leader, he’s going to want you dead.”
“If he chooses not to talk, he will die sooner than planned. If our problem isn’t solved, then we’ll figure out who is to be blamed next. However, I don’t believe we’ll get to that point.”
Her lips form a flat line. “He’s going to call me a traitor. I’m going to lose my position. He’ll paint me in the worst light possible. I was born to lead, Runar. If he survives this, he’s going to do everything in his power to ruin me.”