Page 11 of Captured
No. It was all a dream. A hallucination, nothing more.
No, it wasn’t and I know it. Not with the way my pussy ached.
What if? ...
There’s no time to dwell on this, though. The Drakian moves, his body gliding through the air with fluid grace. Like a snake or a lizard, cold-blooded and deadly.
I raise my arm, holding the rock high, ready to strike at the first chance I get. The Drakian hisses. He freaking hisses at me. The sheer terror that his furious hiss spreads under my skin is enough to make my knees shake, but I don’t drop the rock and I don’t back down.
This is the moment of truth. My only chance to survive is to either strike him before he strikes me, or to show him that I’m no easy prey. To make him believe I’m the biggest threat out here and that he should just stay the fuck away from me. It’s a hell of a bluff, but it’s a bluff that could save my life.
“Drop.” The Drakian speaks the word in Universal, the single language humanity adopted three hundred years ago. It’s a fact that would have shocked me if it wasn’t for the full fledged terror in my veins. His accent is thick, the word sticking to his mouth like it just doesn’t want to flow, but rather scrape around the rough edges.
“Just get the fuck away from me,” I repeat myself, my grip on the rock somehow tightening instead of loosening. My survival instinct kicks in, and I take a step back. “I don’t want any trouble.”
“Trouble,” the Drakian repeats, but the word in his mouth sounds ominous. “Drop.”
My arm shakes now and tears sting my eyelids. The Drakian takes another step closer, clearly not impressed by my threats. Then my arm moves, all by itself, pushed by some kind of primal impulse. I fling the rock at the Drakian, aiming straight for his head.
It connects with the intended target with all the strength of my desperation. A dry clunk sounds in the emptiness of the mountain and the Drakian seems shocked for a brief moment. Shocked, yes, but not hurt.
How could a rock this size thrown from this close with all my strength not hurt him in the slightest?
I don’t have time to find out.
The Drakian leaps and I scream, turning away, fully intent on running like the prey that I am. Arms stronger than metal close around me, and my feet lift from the ground. I scream some more, struggling and kicking wildly, but to no avail. The Drakian’s got me and I’m not going anywhere.
“Stop.” The word is almost lost in the Drakian’s deep accent, the sounds more guttural now. I know he’s angry, know he must hate me just as I hate him.
I know he’s going to kill me.
I fight like a trapped animal, screeching and writhing. My lips find his arm and I bite down, but there’s no give when I try to embed my short, blunt teeth. No hint that I’ll ever be able to break those scales, as thin and supple as they seem.
“Stop.” This time, the word comes out clearer, even if the accent is still heavy. “Obey. Now.”
The words are disjointed and barely touch my consciousness. All I can think about is to escape. Then, the world twists as the Drakian walks to the rock wall. I’m tossed against its cool, hard surface, not as brutally as I would have expected, but with enough firmness that I don’t manage to move away.
The Drakian moves at my back, his face coming closer to my ear. “Obey.”
“Fuck you, lizard,” I snap between clenched teeth. If I’m going to die, I’m not going to die begging.
Suddenly, the back of my sheet lifts and cool, unrestricted air licks up my exposed skin. The sound reaches my ears before the sensation spreads on my backside. For just a moment, I’m stunned.
Did the Drakian just spank me?
Pain shoots from my tender skin as another harsh blow covers both my ass cheeks and reality sets in. The Drakian doesn’t give me any time to adjust to my newfound realization, though. A fast, stinging series of blows quickly covers both my ass cheeks as well as my upper thighs. I can feel them jiggle as he hits me, the pain spreading as well as the humiliation.
It’s like something snaps inside my brain, like a taut string that’s been pushed past its limit and finally gives way to pressure.
I fight some more. I writhe like a feral cat against the wall, spitting, scratching and struggling, determined to break free. It doesn’t help. The Drakian keeps up his assault, his hand delivering perfectly controlled swats, covering my skin inch by inch, growling low and deep as he does so.
The Drakian’s fingers around my neck are hard and hot, nothing like the cold feeling of a reptile. I realize I’m not struggling anymore but bracing myself on the stone, my cheek hot against the cold. So hot.
The burn spreads across my ass cheeks, my skin ablaze, but it’s not the only place a stubborn burn spreads.
Shame flames up on my face as I suddenly realize my pussy is drenched and the heat has reached between my legs. A few more swats of the Drakian’s cruel hand follow, then he stops.
He’s panting at my back, his fingers digging into my nape. I can’t turn to look at him, but I can feel the burn of those yellow eyes on my skin, burrowing deep into my soul. Memories of my dreams come back, heavy with lust, and I feel more wetness spill down there between my folds. I can smell it in the air now, that musky, heady scent. The scent of female and need.
“Mine,” the Drakian growl-whispers in a gravelly voice, just behind my ear. The sound of his voice sends a shiver up my spine and my skin erupts in goosebumps. My pussy clenches and my clit throbs.
I’m aroused, my flesh quivering desperately. This is wrong. This is all so wrong.
But it feels too good to ignore, too good to resist.
I’m his before he even slips his hand on the soft, vulnerable skin inside my thighs. Scale-clad fingers glide up and feel the slickness spreading there as even more gushes out.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.
“Yes,” the Drakian answers. “Fuck.”
