Page 18 of Her Alien Savior
“I have to go back to the med bay,” I finally admitted.
“What are you thinking?” Ashley coaxed more from me when I didn’t continue. I was torn about going back to the med bay. Would Direl still be there, and would I be humiliated from what I offered? Or would I walk in on him rutting with Shen-La, since she had told him she would heal him with her... slime. I shivered thinking about it. Plus, Shen-La knew I was supposed to be in the stasis pod already, what excuse would I give for not being there, and not being escorted if I were to be caught trying to steal the knock-out spray?
“They have a canister of some drug that paralyzes or knocks out a necia warrior. I just need to get to the med bay to grab one. I know what they look like, and I saw the medic grab one from the drawer. So, I know where they are kept.”
“Great—“ The sound of the door sliding open stopped Ashley from continuing. Loud banging, and growling reverberated from the hallway, and we all scattered to press ourselves to the walls of the room. They’d have to actually come through the door to see us, but we all completely forgot about whatever plan we had to pretend we belonged when we heard the sounds of fighting.
Next thing we knew, a large body was being thrown into the room. I saw broad shoulders, with large epul spiked up from his shoulders, down his arms, and legs. He heaved on the ground, clutching himself. His hand extended out from himself as if he were assessing his fingers. They were covered in blood. Then he stilled and lay there unmoving.
“Do you think he’s dead?” I whispered to the group.
He groaned, and instinct took over as I rushed to his side, against the protests of the group. I was drawn to make sure the warrior was okay, his epul were so large, and his dark hair with silver streaks was plastered about his face with small epul jutting from his forehead between the strands. So much for fighting whatever warrior came through the door, or even pretending I belonged here. The only thought in my mind was, he needed me.
Chapter ten
Direl
Gentlehandspattedatmy skin, and all my epul retreated at her touch, warming everywhere her fingers trailed to check on my health. I gripped her prodding hand before it could reach the stab wound at my ribcage. She squeaked, and I sensed others in the room approaching. I pulled her into me, and quickly tucked her in my grasp to roll us away, crouching to attack or defend. The movement wretched a pained grunt from my throat, but none of that mattered, as long as she was safe.
My nose nuzzled into her hair, inhaling deeply. Yes, it was her, I thought peacefully. My mate. I had found my Riley. I guess Chuel did me a favor by tossing me in here. If he knew she was here, then perhaps he still cared about me, afterall. Or at least, he didn’t wish for me to die. Eyes widening to take in my surroundings, I noticed there were three other humans in the room, each prepared to fight me for my mate. Injured or not, they would be no match. Even the bigger one didn’t stand a chance at prying her from my hold.
Riley groaned her discomfort, and I eased the pressure off from around her waist. My attention fully on her now, those blue eyes warmer than the hottest flames, making my insides melt. She didn’t appear pleased with me. Her mouth in a thin line. This made my hearts tighten in my chest, and the furrow of her brow didn’t align with the need I craved from her. To see my blood, this wasn’t exactly how I wanted her to claim me, but all she need do was taste me and offer me her own. We would be bonded, and I could claim her before my tribe.
“You are injured,” she said flatly, interrupting my thoughts of our mating. I was soothed that her annoyance was not from my touch or being within my arms.
“It’s nothing,” I forced out, relieved that I had enough control to speak. Many in rut were incapable of most frontal lobe brain functions. It was lucky that this was only the first day. To feel a rut this powerful so quickly, my thoughts would not remain calm for long. I rubbed my nose into her hair, and my hands were roaming down the swell of her hips.
“You’re bleeding on me,” she insisted, and I could see the concern in the way her brows knit together.
“It’ll heal,” I assured, while pressing my nose into her neck, chuffing with excitement. Already I could feel my cock engorge, preparing myself for filling her with my essence.
“He’s feral…” the smaller human male commented in a whisper to the larger one. “Chester, is that normal for necia warriors?” I would have found this amusing, but for my distraction at how Riley’s breath quickened as I nipped at her ear, running my tongue up her lobe to taste her skin.
Chester didn’t seem alarmed, keeping his distance. “Don’t interfere. He won’t harm her. He’s claiming Riley as his.” He was wrong of course, like most species who didn’t understand my tribe. I wasn’t claiming my mate, I wished for her to claim me as hers. “Only Riley can turn him down. This is common for warriors suffering from over production of adrenaline, he needs to have sex to be in his right mind again, but he won’t harm anyone as long as we stay back.”
Out of my peripheral, I could see the male human’s hands open and displayed with caution. He sat down against the wall, signaling he wouldn’t try anything to stop me, or to harm my mate. Though this Chester human was familiar with necia customs, he was still learning. Riley was more than the rut to me, and the way her body responded to my caresses told me she was feeling the bond we shared. Chester opened his legs in a comfortable stance, while keeping his eyes on Riley, and me. My blood heated knowing that I would be able to display my claim in front of a respectable warrior, even if he wasn’t part of my tribe. Perhaps he was part of Riley’s tribe.
Catching on, the other male sat down with his hands displayed where I could see he meant no harm. My attention darted to the human female, and I grunted awaiting her decision. She lifted her hands as well and sat down. With a grin, I continued my exploration of my mate. My hand smoothing over the curve of her hip, before pulling her close for her to feel my arousal.
“Is she going to have sex with him?” The smaller male spoke through his teeth without moving. He wouldn’t interfere with Riley’s decision and that was enough for me to ignore him.
“That’s up to her,” Chester whispered back.
Yes, this was all for my mate. My hands traveled around her hips and moved up to explore the soft mounds of her flesh that fit with such comfortable ease within my grasp. Her cheeks flushed an alluring pink before she cleared her throat to speak. “We need to get you to the med bay,” her voice was low and breathy. I liked the slight rasp that signaled her body was engaging in more primal instincts to match my own. Our bodies were syncing, and I wanted us to connect even more.
“No,” I snapped with a growl, not wanting to return to the medic and the guard I’d knocked out.
“What do I do?” she asked her human tribe, and I growled wanting her attention on me alone. I didn’t like that her blue eyes were trained on the larger male called Chester, and doubts filled me about whether she was already mated. My epul throbbed to be released to challenge this male for rights to prove myself to her. With flared nostrils I glared at the male, and bared my fangs at him to see if he would challenge me.
“Riley, stop looking at me,” Chester hissed back at her, making me even more irritated with him for speaking to my mate in such a disrespectful tone. My throat rumbled in warning. He kept his face neutral and lifted his hands once more. “You’re making him view me as a threat. So, unless you are choosing to fuck me instead of him, please look somewhere else.”
“What? I’m not fucking him in front of everyone,” she exclaimed, and wiggled in my hold.
The other female laughed. “So, you would if we weren’t here?”
“That’s not what I said,” Riley said bashfully, and that pink coloring returned to her skin. I liked it, but I dared not touch her while she seemed opposed to rutting with me. My hands loosened, hovering over her hips. The longer I delayed touching her skin, I felt the twinge of pain in my side. I coughed, tasting the metal of my own blood from my punctured lung. My breathing became shallow, and I stumbled back to lean on the wall, growing weaker. “He needs a medic,” she insisted.
The large human male shook his head. “If you don’t want to rut with him, then we need to bring him to another necia warrior willing to. Too much adrenaline in his system will prevent his glands from secreting the compounds necessary to heal himself.”
