Page 35 of Rok's Captive
Oh my god. He’s scenting me.
Great. I survived an alien abduction only to die because I forgot deodorant!
“Okay,” I mutter, but my voice shakes. “This…is fine. Totally normal alien behavior.” But the words don’t sound convincing, even to me.
He growls again, the sound vibrating through my chest. His nose continues its slow path down my collarbone, his breath warm against my fevered skin. Each place he touches sends conflicting signals through my body—part alarm, part something else I really don’t want to focus on.
“Seriously,” I croak, squirming weakly beneath him. “What are you doing?”
He freezes. His golden eyes meet mine, and for a moment, there’s something almost…human in his expression. Confusion.
But then his gaze drops and I remember I’m only in my bra and panties. His growl returns, louder this time. The light beneath his skin concentrates along his chest and throat, forming intricate patterns that seem to flicker with his quickening heartbeat.
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no.
His pupils blow wide, swallowing the gold of his irises until only a thin ring remains.
“Wait,” I try, my voice cracking. “Don’t?—”
But I don’t get the chance to finish. His head dips lower, and I feel his nose trail down my stomach, leaving a burning path in its wake.
“You really don’t want to,” I whisper, but the words are weak, swallowed by the fever and the weight of him pressing me into the stone.
Then his face is there—between my thighs.
My entire body jerks in shock, every nerve firing at once.
“What the hell are you—” All the words disappear from my lips as he inhales deeply. The sound that comes from him is like an animal catching the scent of prey.
Heat floods my face, my chest, my entire body.
“Stop!” I twist beneath him, trying to close my legs. But his other massive hand clamps down on my leg, holding me open like I’m some kind of offering for him.
A sound tears from his throat—half growl, half groan—and it’s so raw, so primal, that it freezes me in place.
I should be terrified. And I am. But what terrifies me even more is the way my body betrays me. The way heat pools low in my stomach, tangling with my fear and confusion in a way that makes me want to scream.
This isn’t happening.
This can’t be happening.
“Get off me!” I gasp, trying again to squirm free, but it’s useless. He’s too strong, his grip unyielding as his face remains buried between my thighs, his breath hot and steady against my skin.
The sound that comes from him next is almost violent, a deep, feral snarl that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. His entire body goes rigid, his glow flaring bright enough to rival this planet’s sun.
And then he freezes. His glow flickers like a flame in the wind.
The growling stops.
Slowly, his head lifts and his gaze meets mine. I freeze beneath him.
There’s something in his eyes now—something wild and conflicted and utterly alien.
For a moment, we just stare at each other, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Then, as if some invisible switch has been flipped, he lets out a low, frustrated sound and pulls back, releasing me as he retreats.
I scramble backward the moment he’s off me, pressing myself against the cool stone wall, my heart hammering in my chest.
