Page 27 of Rebel Fates

“I said, let’s go.” I don’t enjoy repeating my orders.

“I don’t want to be locked in there. It feels like I’m a prisoner.”

“Now,” I command.

She hears the warning in my voice and stands up.

We walk down the hallway, and she asks, “Can I wash off? I have vomit on me. And I smell like that slaver’s ship.”

She does. But that repulsive scent is the only thing keeping me from grabbing hold of her and sniffing her natural bouquet of pheromones. Otherwise, I worry couldn’t stop my hands and tongue from ravaging her. Then I would spear her with my cock.

“Is that okay?” she asks with irritation.

I’m not used to dealing with a prisoner. Or whatever this frexing human is to us.

“I’m not working with the Syndicate. Or anybody. I was abducted from Earth and the slavers were about to sell me off. I was able to sneak off their ship when they went to go look for buyers.”

I stop and stare at her.

She’s trying to convince me of her innocence and is doing a good job of it. “When I saw your ship, it was like instinct took over, and I was sort of drawn to it. I swear I didn’t do anything but walk up and the door opened on its own. I couldn’t just let them sell me off to some asshole to be tortured. I had to take a chance that you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I don’t plan to hurt you,” I confess. “We aren’t those kinds of males.”

“I’ll just have to take your word for it for now, like you’d have to take mine.”

I sigh wearily and turn another way than I intended. “From what I’ve heard, most Earthlings don’t believe in life beyond their solar system. Is that still true?”

“Yeah, mostly. We have myths and legends, but most people don’t believe anyone visits us. And I think the company that took me up to the moon is taking advantage of that and might be selling off humans. But no one would believe that story. I didn’t. An old man tried to warn me. But I didn’t listen.”

“This must be all very overwhelming,” I say, since I don’t believe she intends to harm us. There is still the possibility that she has been subconsciously programmed to attack us. But the odds of that diminish with every second she doesn’t try to kill me.

“I’m… yeah,” she whispers. “It’s a lot to take in.”

Opening a door with a swipe of my hand, I step out of the way so she can enter.

When Gemma looks confused, I announce, “Showers.”

“Oh.” She studies the room, intrigue shining in her eyes.

Zeek says she claims she’s an engineer, so she might be trying to figure it out.

“Um. How do they work?”

If she hasn’t been in space long and never on a Hathoran ship, she’s never seen this. I enter and motion for her to come all the way inside. “See these darker spots on the walls?”

“Yeah?” She steps into position in front of it, and leans in to see it better.

“They mark the showering areas.”

Her wide eyes search the walls and floor. “But I don’t see a spout or a drain.”

I smile and step forward and place my hand on the wall.

Water pours down over her head, dowsing her.

Gemma screeches from the onslaught. Then she gives me a hard, defiant look.

I can’t help but chuckle. But I also want to keep surprising her, perhaps press her against the wall and rut her senseless until she comes all over my cock and is once again shocked by how much she wants me.

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