Page 20 of Her Alien Warrior
I tried harder to yank at the drawer, but it was no use. What was so important inside the drawer, and why didn't he have a key of some sort?
"Do you have a key?" I begged him as I searched for something to use as a crowbar. "What is going on? Shouldn't we call the medbay?"
"Locked in, already flagged," he said in broken bursts.
Why was he talking so strained? He let out a groan and spun around to face me.
His eyes flitted from where I was to the only other door in his office that wasn't the exit. The light above his door was blue, the sign that it was locked, just like he said, and there was no light above the other door, meaning it didn't lead anywhere. It was probably a closet or a bathroom.
"Renee," he growled out my name and I shivered as heat pooled between my legs. An ache building within me that needed pressure, and begged to be touched. If this was what people felt when they lusted after people then I understood why Holden gave me such pity-filled eyes when I told him I felt nothing. This alien hadn't even touched me and I was already licking my lips, and his dark eyes caught the movement like a predator.
He lifted his hand up behind him, still watching me, as he pulled the lever and walked forward. The bed lowered itself and his nostrils flared as he slowly sat at the edge, his legs wide, making it impossible to miss the large bulge against his thigh.
My daughter's words of warning tugged at my thoughts to never uncross my legs when sitting down in front of a necia warrior. My mouth grew dry as my lips parted, my breathing coming out in pants. It was an invitation for them to touch you, and here he was eye-fucking me as his legs were parted, displaying his interest proudly, but I couldn't bring myself toadmit that the same warrior sitting before me actually wanted me, when he had told me that he would never touch me again.
The tension in the room was so thick I felt heavy, and my knees were shaking.
His hands were fisted into the side of the bed, as he leaned forward. Sou-el cracked his neck back and forth as his epul withdrew back into his shoulders, another sign that he was inviting me closer. Why else would he withdraw his lethal spikes if he did not intend for me to come to him? My legs clenched together, my body responding to him and we weren't even touching.
He shuddered, as he groaned. His breathing quickened, and I gripped the desk hard to keep my balance. What was he doing to me?
"Lock yourself in the lavatory or break the drawer to paralyze me with the spray inside. My body believes that I have won mating rights to rut with you as I have bathed in a drop of your blood. With your proximity, and," he growled low as he sniffed the air, "your arousal. I can feel my blood heat. I will lose myself to instinct soon."
His words were strained, as he gritted his teeth and continued, "I've been flagged for rut, and I do not have access to unlock the door. No one does, except head of security, the commander or a medic."
He seemed to have a bit of clarity in his eyes for a moment, some of the amber ringed the black, as he struggled to hold himself back.
My chest tightened with frustration that of course he didn't actually want me to come to him. He didn't want me, this was some warrior biology he was fighting against. And here I was, a fool, letting my body react to him, and thinking he was offering himself to me.
I cleared my throat so that I wouldn't still have that raspy tone of need when I replied, "Will someone come to help you?"
He shook his head.
"No one will believe the flag on my file, and the one person who could convince them is currently knocked out with the only thing that can subdue a necia warrior. He will be unconscious for too long to help."
"I don't know much, but I do know that necia consider balancing their body's needs life or death, and you're saying no one is coming to help you?" Instincts surged through me to protect him, to help him… somehow.
"I'll be fine," he gritted, each word staccato. How could I believe the same words I'd say to myself over and over through my life? I'll be fine… was nothing but a statement I said because I knew I couldn't expect anyone to help me.
I didn't believe him. I watched as his grip bent the metal frame of the bed.
"You could openthe drawer," I surmised with the strength he had.
He nodded.
"Then I can go into the bathroom, and you can bust open the drawer for the sedative."
"I won't do it."
"Why not?" I yelled at him, clearly, he was in some kind of medical emergency, and he wouldn't bust a drawer open to help himself?
"If you go for the lavatory, I will try to get to you before I try to get to the drawer. Instinct will make me think you're running from me, and it's possible the door won't hold for long," he admitted with a groan.
"You seem to have plenty of restraint at the moment, so come here and open the drawer while you still can," I demanded.
"No."
"No?" I felt like we had done this dance before, except last time, it was me refusing to be sent to a stasis pod.
