Page 48 of My Alien Bughead
“Ooh. Sounds great. Lead the way, ma’am. I’m yours to command.”
Draping his arm over my shoulders, I support D’Aakh as he wobbles toward the door. “You’re mine, eh?” I can’t help but tease, my mind completely in the gutter.
“I am,” he confirms, his words nearly unintelligible through a wide yawn. “Captain said so. He said ‘if you want him, he’s yours’. So I’m yours.”
Mine. It terrifies me how much I like the sound of that. “Just for now,” I correct him.
“For however long you want. I—” D’Aakh stumbles, nearly dragging us both to the floor. “Oops. Sorry. My feet don’t work. My cock does, though. Do you want to see?”
Praying for stronger willpower, I close my eyes. How am I supposed to resist this adorably beautiful man? The fact that D’Aakh’s too exhausted to know what he’s saying is the only thing stopping me from taking him up on his offer. If he offers again later when he’s rested up and lucid, I’m jumping his bones and I don’t care where we are or who’s watching. For now, we’ll just go to bed. To sleep.
We arrive at my door without further incident. I’d love to take a shower but I simply cannot find the energy for it. Instead, I fall into bed the same way D’Aakh does, by simply collapsing onto the mattress.
Fidgeting, D’Aakh grumbles, “This bed is too small for two people.”
“That’s because it’s a twin. Just scoot over.”
“Ugh. Fine.” He rolls over a little too far and I barely catch him before he falls off. “See? Too small. You’ll have to lie on top of me.”
I snort. “How long did it take you to come up with that terrible line?”
“Don’t know.” He yawns. “Came to me in a dream. Of course, in that dream, you were wearing fewer clothes.”
“Yeah. Keep dreaming.”
“Mmm.”
I do end up sleeping with my body half draped over D’Aakh’s chest, my arm and leg clutching him for support. It’s the best sleep I’ve ever had.
Waking up in D’Aakh’s arms, I’m toasty warm and so comfortable that I don’t want to move. Ever.
“Morning,” he says as he feels me stirring.
“Is it?” I groan, the gravity of our situation rushing back to me. “How long do we have? We didn’t oversleep, did we?” Is it possible to oversleep and miss an entire battle? “I should take a shower. Is it normal to take a shower right before fighting for our lives?” My accompanying laugh sounds hysterical even to my ears.
D’Aakh pulls me in closer, tightening his grip until I can’t move. “Relax, Lucía. Everything is going to be fine.”
Shaking my head, I think, How could everything be fine? The station will be attacked, people will get hurt. Many of us could die. Someonewilldie. “I don’t want to die,” I whimper. I shouldbe brave and strong, an example for others but I can’t help it. I’m terrified and I really,reallydon’t want to die.
“You won’t.” There’s no trace of doubt or hesitation in D’Aakh’s voice. “I promise, Lucía. You will not get hurt.”
“But others might.”
He sighs. “Yes. Others might. But whatever you might think of my crew, we’re still the Nova squad. The most feared Voidstalker squad in the galaxy. We don’t lose.”
His confidence allows me to relax a little. Perhaps I really should trust his crew more. “You’re awfully cocky about your skills for someone who can’t even stand up straight,” I tease, my voice still a little choked up but slowly getting back to normal.
With a chuckle, D’Aakh takes my hand and guides it to his crotch. “Oh, I am standing up alright.”
“Oh my god, you’re just full of terrible puns, aren’t you?” His cock moves from side to side under my palm, searching for an opening, which sadly, his uniform doesn’t offer.
“I’m full of all kinds of things. Turn around.”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my side and D’Aakh is spooning me from behind, his cock wriggling against my ass. I moan as he reaches for the zipper of my coveralls. “D’Aakh… I thought I was the one giving orders around here.”
“Then order me to stop,” he whispers into my ear before nibbling my earlobe. Damn him! How does he know that I like that?
“We shouldn’t have sex.”
