Page 106 of Cosmic Captain

“Donny, Sweetheart,” I moaned.

Gripping my cock, I pumped it from base to tip and screamed for Don. I sped up, stroking my shaft with desperation, until I erupted, splattering my hand and stomach.

Panting, I shivered. I wished Don was beside me and dragging me into his secure embrace, but he was working. My eyes flicked to his pillow, and I laid my hand on it. I wanted to fuck Don face to face, yes, but I also worried that wouldn’t be enough, that he’d want to fuck me. I’d been getting better about him leaning over me, but the thought of him pressing into me made my pulse skitter.

I wasn’t ready, but we were running out of time.

Soon we would be back on the drakcol homeworld, and Don would leave to wherever his orders took him. I wouldn’t see him again before I left for Earth.

The thought made my heart clench and fear dance along my veins. I didn’t want to leave Don, but I didn’t want to stay—or at least I didn’t think I did. It was all so confusing, and my opinion changed almost daily.

Frustrated, I got out of bed and headed to the shower for my first of the day. Flicking on the water, I stepped under the stream. Thank god the drakcol loved water. Many other species used subsonic showers that disinfected you and cleaned the dirt, but it wasn’t the same. I scrubbed my hand through my short hair, tilting my face into the warm stream.

Everything was so mixed up inside. I had no idea what I did or didn’t want. If I stayed, I’d have Don. He would be mine, and not just for now but forever. I swallowed as a tremor went down my spine. That thought delighted and terrified me.

Groaning, I rested my head against the rough rock. Was it the memories I was running from, or Don?

“Fuck,” I growled. I was afraid I knew the answer, and it wasn’t the one I actually wanted to admit.

Vince was trying to send me to insanity. I’d just made it Command when he started, I assumed, to masturbate. I trusted him enough to know he wasn’t fucking someone else. Besides, I’d left him needy because I was due on shift.

I sat on my stool at the front of Command, hand fisted on my thigh, and pretended to read my notes. The words were meaningless because I sensed Vince’s pleasure as well as heardhim call my name. Me. He was pleasuring himself and thinking of me.

My cock threatened to swell with the waves of pleasure rushing through me. Only a couple of weeks ago, I hadn’t been able to feel Vince like I did now. We’d been growing closer, and the closer we got the more attuned I grew to him. He was my mate, my love, my soul, and my reason for breath. I wanted to be near him at all times, in any way possible.

A groan built in my throat as Vince’s pleasure swelled, reaching his climax. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Hopefully, now sated, he wouldn’t try and chase another release. Vince had a lengthier refractory period than I did, so I’d have a reprieve.

“Captain, are you well?” Bimwoxcol asked.

I faced my commander. “Yes.”

Her eyes flicked to my fisted hand and my thrashing tail. “As you say.”

I was not alright. I wanted to run to my quarters and curl around my mate. Even if he didn’t want to fuck, I had the urge to smooth my hands over him until he was boneless beside me, sated and happy.

Refocusing, I flicked through my notes. The usual inquiries from Monqilcolnen and Hallonnixmin wondering if I’d informed our brothers about Vince and my attachment to him—I had not. My parents checking in. My superiors. I froze on a letter from the high commandant of the Drakcon Navy. Garqixren didn’t often send me a note. I had only spoken to her once in my entire career—there had been no need to speak to her more than that.

When I quickly scanned the letter, the contents sent my soul pounding. I stood.

“Captain departing,” Bimwoxcol called.

I waved my hand, not even paying attention to them. I was out the door, down the corridor, and in my quarters before I couldeven breathe. I didn’t see Vince in the shared space and I tore into the bedroom, hearing the flowing water from the shower. Vince was in the middle of washing his hair.

My arms went around him, the water soaking my uniform.

Vince jolted. “Fuck, Sweetheart. You scared the shit out of me.”

His spike of fear and pulse didn’t even register in my senses in the wake of my own terror. I forced Vince around, trying to get as close to him as possible, and pressed into him until he hit the rough wall. I wasn’t close enough. Vince. I needed more. So much more. I wanted to crawl inside of him and never separate.

“Don!” His voice finally broke through my fear when he yanked on my hair—the sharp pain enough to shock me. Vince was panting, shaking, and fear was flooding his mind.

I shook my head, backing away. I’d scared him. I. Me. I’d scared Vince.

He held onto me, not letting me move away. “Breathe.”

I took a small breath, the water coursing down my cheeks like tears.

Vince slowly released my hair to cup my cheeks. “There we go.” Low levels of fear tainted his thoughts, but he was calming as I was. He brushed his thumbs over my cheeks. “There you are, Sweetheart. Just breathe. I’m here. You’re here. We keep each other safe.”

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