Page 103 of Rok's Captive
“We should sleep,” I say, making a pillow gesture with my hands.
He nods, understanding, but when I move to return to my spot across the cave, his arms tighten around me.
“Stay,” comes the thought. “Safer together.”
I hesitate only briefly before nodding. “Okay. But just sleeping, right? I mean, that was fun, but I’m exhausted, and?—”
He cuts off my rambling with a gentle press of his forehead to mine again. “Rest, Jus-teen. I will guard.”
I settle against him, his arms wrapping around me to provide a barrier between my softer body and the hard stone floor. His warmth envelops me, comforting in the cool night air of the cave.
As I drift toward sleep, a thought occurs to me that should probably terrify me but somehow doesn’t.
I’m falling for an alien.
A golden-skinned, occasionally starlit alien with fangs and claws who, until recently, didn’t even have the appropriate equipment for the decidedly non-platonic feelings I’m developing.
If someone had told me a week ago that this would be my life, I’d have laughed in their face. But now, curled against Rok’s solid warmth, I can’t imagine being anywhere else.
The universe, it seems, has a strange sense of humor. And apparently, excellent taste in cock design.
I’m almost asleep when his thought drifts into my consciousness, so soft it might be a dream.
“Daughter of Ain, sent from the sky to bring change. I will protect you till my last breath.”
My eyes snap open in the darkness, my heart suddenly pounding. Daughter of whom? What exactly does he think I am?
But his breathing has deepened, his arm heavy around me, and I’m left alone with the chilling realization that the being I’m falling for may believe I’m something I’m not.
And that kind of misunderstanding could be dangerous for us both.
Chapter30
THERE MUST BE SOMETHING IN THE WATER
JUSTINE
I’m dying.
Or at least, that’s what it feels like as I stumble through the sand behind Rok, trying to keep my gaze fixed firmly on the horizon and not on the obscene tent in his loincloth.
It started this morning, the moment I woke up, curled against him.
I’d opened my eyes to find myself practically plastered to his chest, my thighs draped over his hips, my panties soaked through and my swollen, aching…self grinding against his massive, hard cock.
My first thought had been,Oh my God, I’m humping him in my sleep.
My second thought had been,Oh my God, I’m still humping him.
The moment I realized what I was doing, I’d scrambled off him so fast I nearly fell. Rok had stayed where he was, his jaw clenched tight, his fangs bared slightly as if in pain. And that’s when I noticed the way he was holding himself—his hands gripping his thighs, his whole body rigid, his cock straining against the loincloth like it was trying to break free.
I hadn’t said anything. What could I even say? Sorry I dry-humped you all night like a sleep-deprived dog in heat?
Instead, I’d muttered something about needing water and bolted for the gourd.
And now here we are, hours later, trekking through the desert while I try to ignore the fact that my panties are still damp, my skin feels like it’s on fire, and every time Rok so much as glances in my direction, I feel a pulse between my legs that makes me want to scream.
It’s like a fever, but not the kind that comes with chills and body aches. This is something else entirely. My skin feels too tight, like there’s energy trapped beneath the surface, begging for release. My thoughts are a mess, spiraling back again and again to the way he tasted, the way he looked at me last night, the way his body had felt against mine.
