Page 21 of Captured
I turn to Juliet, picking her up in my arms in the same movement. She doesn’t protest as I carry her inside the ship, our path illuminated only by the rows of emergency lights.
I easily find my way to my sleeping quarters, the only room with a window except for the control room. I can feel her tense and she gasps as we enter. The entire back wall is made of polymeric glass, as hard as any metal, yet completely transparent. The beauty of the sky above basks the room in a soft glow, with the moons reflecting on the lake.
“Beautiful,” she says.
“Beautiful.” I agree, looking at her marvelous face.
She doesn’t fight me as I grab her chin lightly, turning her head this way and that. She’s so alien to me, and yet so familiar even after such a short time. Her face is all curves and rounded beauty, the texture of her skin fine and spectacular. Her eyes are a deep, dark velvet, her mouth glistening and supple. I want to examine her, see her for what she is.
A wonder. My wonder.
I want to possess her, here and now.
I grab a fistful of her hair, as wild as she is and pull it back. She doesn’t fight it, tilting her head back, exposing the gorgeous arch of her throat. I bend, sniffing her fragrant skin, savoring the sight of her pulse, frantic and hard, filling me with savage intent.
I want to devour her. I want to own every inch of her. I want her to forget she ever had a life before me.
My teeth rake the delicate skin of her neck as my tongue slides on her throat. She tastes salty and sweet, feminine and wonderful. The feeling of her throbbing jugular under my tongue is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.
Her scent comes up to my nostrils, aroused and female. She’s wet and ready for me, I just know it. She’s yearning for my dominance, for the pleasure that can only come with surrender.
She’s so different than a Drakian. Softer and more fragile, completely unprepared for the harsh discipline my kind uses on its females.
But she’s also incredibly strong. There’s a core of steel inside everything she does. Even her surrender is lined with it.
I want to fuck her, to own her and mark her as mine, but as I look upon her face, I see signs of exhaustion on her features. The skin under her velvet eyes is dark and new lines mark her features that weren’t there before. Her entire body seems heavier, hanging from her bones like she can’t quite cope with its weight.
Shame burns through me as I realize she’s close to collapse. She’s fragile and light, and now that she’s had nourishment, she needs to sleep.
I point to the large, square bed next to the glass wall.
“Sleep,” I order.
She follows my gesture and looks upon the bed with suspicion. Her hands go to her arms and she hugs herself, then shakes her head.
“Not with you,” she says. “I prefer to sleep alone.”
I grunt. I should have known she would be as stubborn as she is beautiful. I expect no less from such a fierce spirit. In other circumstances, I would take joy in her defiance, in the discipline that would follow. But now is not the time for games.
I inhale deeply, then take her in my arms again before settling onto the mattress and under the warm, light blanket. At first, she struggles, her small hands pressing against my chest, pushing me away.
I cradle her closer, surrounding her with my heat, soothing her with soft sounds. She soon settles, her head resting on the pillow, her wondrous hair spread across her shoulders.
When her breathing evens out and I know she’s asleep, I allow darkness to invade my mind as well. Tomorrow will be a hard day if I am to restore enough power to the ship.
My last thought as I drift off to sleep is filled with lust and the soft curves of a strange female’s body.
