Page 42 of Captured By the Alien Captain
In the back of my mind, there’s the pesky voice demanding I mark her. Not with just a small pink mark like the others. I want something more permanent. Something to show that Jax is mine, something to keep any other male away.
When my fangs graze her skin, she tilts her chin up and goes as far as exposing her throat to me. An act of submission.
Mine.
Pulling out, my chest rumbles with a growl as I thrust forward. Needing to feel the push and pull of our bodies, her moans fuel me to keep moving. Pinning her against the bed, my thrusts are rough and frantic. Like I’m afraid someone is going to take this away from me, I lose myself. Grunting and growling, I’m fisting the blanket beneath her so I don’t grip her body hard enough to bruise.
My hands have always been my weapons. For the first time in my life, I wish I could cradle Jax as she deserves. Even with the healing capabilities, I’ll never damage her with my touch.
She, on the other hand, has no issue causing a little pain. As her body is withering beneath mine, she’s clutching onto my back for her life. Clinging, her nails scrape my skin and leave a sting. The pain doesn’t last for long as the tingling warmth heals whatever scratches she makes.
If her pussy isn’t what makes me meet my maker, the lethal sounds that escape past her lips will be what does me in. As pleasure ripples through her body, she cries out as her walls try to clamp around my cock. Just like she failed to secure the pump of my fingers, my cock continues piercing her nerves even as she orgasms.
Need to be deeper.
Barely being able to think coherently, I pull back. Separating our bodies, her juices make my cock shine. As a smile forms on my lips, I graze her hips. Needing to be deeper, I flip her onto her stomach and tug her hips up.
“Fuck.” Groaning out her human curses, she fists the blankets next as I glide back inside.
Deeper.
Pulling her hips to meet my thrusts, I try not to get lost in watching the way she fully takes me each time. If I needed any more evidence that we are made for each other, this is it.
“You take me in so well,” I murmur as I lean against her. Just to prove it to her, my next thrust is slow. Plunging in deep, not even an inch is exposed.
“You’re ridiculous.” Muttering the insult, a whimper follows after as I reach a new undiscovered spot.
Feeling the start of what I can describe as a foreign bliss, I can sense my release approaching. As much as I’d love to extend this pleasure and have it never end, I know I can’t survive such a paradise forever.
“My queen.” Muttering her title, my thrusts grow quicker, more uneven. Chasing the high prickling at my senses, I listen to her cries of pleasure as she continues to hit her limit.
As a roar leaves my lips, my seed floods her core and I’m still trying to pull her closer like I can make a difference. All while her body is tensing and jerking to the hot heat of my release.
Staring down at her, watching the way she barely clings on, I’m back to staring at her throat. My mouth waters and I don’t think, not that I could if I wanted to.
Jax curses when I sink my fangs into her neck. The taste of her blood is like iron and I don’t enjoy it. What I thrive off of is the race of her pulse against my tongue and the warm sensation that flows in to heal the damage.
This mark won’t disappear. It’s to show she’s mine. Proof to show our special bond.
Once I’m done licking her wound and managing to clear the haze from my mind, I’m carefully pulling out.
The hiss of the shower continues in the background. Our breaths remain uneven for what feels like an entirety.
Once Jax rolls onto her back, we kiss once more. A slow, peaceful kiss. One that is healing in its own way.
“I want to stay here with you,” she whispers against my mouth like it’s a secret she’s confessing.
If she’s fighting herself on the topic, there’s no need. No one is telling her to leave.
“I hope you never want to leave.” Confessing my feelings, I don’t bother telling her the full truth.
If the plan to stop this war doesn’t work, I’m not going to survive if Jax wants to leave my side. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, there’s no going back. Rather, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to let her go.
Kissing my way down her body, her stomach shakes as she laughs. The sound is rich and I want to hear it on repeat.
“How in the world do you still have the energy to keep going?” Shocked by my hunger, she bites her lip as I reach the patch of red curls. “You’re going to give me a heart attack at this rate.”
Chuckling in amusement, I kiss her stomach once more before lifting off her. Needing to clean up and turn off that shower, I find the strength not to pounce again. Jax is going to need rest to be prepared for tomorrow.