Page 37 of Captured By the Alien Captain
It’s not his fault. Not when I’m the one who told him to stay.
Even if this guy looks like a brick wall that can’t be taken down, something inside me broke at the thought of him getting hurt. I’m not allowed to have a weakness. Yet, I put his safety above everything else.
My heart is what gave in, making the words come out without thinking.
“It’s okay,” I tell him softly, repeating the two words. “I’mokay.”
Sure, I’m in pain, but I’m still breathing. Even if I feel like I’m on the edge of passing out, I need to keep my eyes open and manage this situation before it can get any worse.
Though, I think we’re a bit past that point.
When he was raging and tearing down everyone who stood in his way, my words couldn’t reach him. I don’t want to risk letting that happen again. I need him to be calm. Especially now.
Trying to move, I hiss at every shift of my arm. Like it’s on fire, the burn is on a whole different level in comparison to the marks on my legs.
“I want to heal you,” he starts up, his words catching in his throat. Even when gingerly touching me, he jerks when the pain remains. “You’re my mate. You should be healing. We both should be.”
He seemed so confident yesterday about this whole Rhis thing. I don’t know what he thinks is supposed to happen. I mean, I’m only human. If he thinks he’s going to see some fireworks and magic happen, I don’t think I’m capable of giving him that much. If anything, now is the best time to show him how disappointing humans are.
Blinking my eyes a few times to ground myself, I take him in. Whatever has hit him, it’s done serious damage. Not only is he bleeding, but I’m seeing the way his skin is slowly being eaten away. Fucking poisons. I’m too scared to look at my wounds to compare.
Thanks to the adrenaline pumping through my veins, the pain isn’t as bad as it should be. Once I come down from this high, I’m going to be useless as it grows to be too much.
“You need to check on your men,” I try to order, but Runar doesn’t move. The way he looks at me makes my tongue swell twice in size.
To him, I’m the only thing that matters.
My heart thumps at the realization and there’s no point in denying these stupid butterflies. Having him care about me as much as he has, I have to admit the truth. I care for this king.
“My people, those close to me, died off when our planet went under. Because of this, I don’t understand how this works. I don’t have the answers, but I know deep down, you’re meant to be mine,” he explains as he leans down. His warmth spreads over my features as his forehead brushes mine. “I didn’t protect you, not like I should have. Now, it’s my job to heal you and for some reason, it is not working. I’m trying, Jax.”
Blaming himself is one thing, but this man sounds like he’s in pain caused by more than the wounds on the outside.
I don’t like that one bit.
Lifting my uninjured arm, my fingers slide against his cheek. He’s so warm, so welcoming. Knowing he will continue to blame himself unless I prove him otherwise, I don’t waste any more time telling him.
Leaning forward, I kiss him. I kiss him because I want to and I’m tired of lying to myself.
I want Runar. I want him because it feels wrong not to want him. Even if this whole Rhis thing is madman talk, there’s no denying how when we’re together, it’s like finding two odd puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly, even though they look like they shouldn’t.
He doesn’t take my kiss lightly. Plucking my hand from his face, he cradles it gently in his as his tongue slides against mine.
Terrible time for a makeout session with all the blood and gore surrounding us, but the kiss helps numb the pain.
In fact, I feel this odd warmth sensation creeping in. From the top layer of my skin, it seeps in deep. Deeper and deeper until I feel it in my bones.
Sighing against his mouth, I hardly notice. Hard to do when I’m getting more lost in the kiss each time his fangs graze my lips or his tongue licks deeper.
My heart thumps against my ribs, beating along to some crazy tune. I’ve gone crazy. How fitting.
His chest rumbles as my hands clutch at his front. He’s wearing this thick armored plate, but it’s unnecessary. A beast like him can take a few blows and remain standing.
It’s so strange. As my fingers grip that plate and cling on like this kiss is more important than seeking the medical help I need, I feel it. I feel Runar.
The heavy beat to his heart. Slow and deep, the sensation is oddly soothing. Rather than feeling the thumps through the outside, it’s more like my fingers are close enough to wrap around the organ itself.
Suddenly, the warmth grows hot. A little too hot. Enough to make me pull away. I’m flushed and throbbing between my thighs. Somehow, I’m horny and my body is screaming to be with Runar. Every second I deny myself is another second I feel like I’m dying.