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Okay, I can do this. How do you make a strong man weak… An idea shoots through me, and I grin, despite my current predicament and the burning in my thigh muscles. I relax my body even more, then push my ass against his groin. He stiffens and relaxes his hold for the tiniest bit. I use the moment to stomp on his foot–hard, before I twist my body forward and yank on his arm.
Suddenly, everything speeds up, and before I even know what’s happening, I hear a thud and T’Rak’s lying on my side.
“I DID IT!” I howl out in victory, but my yell was a bit too soon, because with a feral grin, his tail lashes out, grabs me by my waist, and hoists me atop him.
“You did it,” he confirms. “But then you forgot to run away, or shoot the gun. Because you do not stop until you are either somewhere safe or your attacker is dead.”
Grumbling, I put my hands on his chest to push myself off him, but I hesitate when our eyes lock. His eyes, he is so close now, I can see those tiny specks of light in them, like stars swirling. T’Rak pushes himself up to a seated position, pulling me onto his lap. Where something big and hard is poking me. If the Arracate could blush, that is what T’Rak is doing right now. He stiffens, his demeanor changes, and he starts shoving me off his lap.
“That is enough for now. I will go to bed. You can take the watch tonight.”
Leaving me flat on my ass, he hurries out of the room as if I’ve burned him. I lie down on the mat and think about what’s happening here, without his nearness clouding myjudgment, and come to a shocking conclusion. I promised myself I would never let another alien touch me in my life, but when T’Rak is close, I yearn for the feeling of his body close to mine and his hands on me…
CHAPTER 16
Freya
The night shift is boring, and I feel restless after these days in close proximity to T’Rak. My body is humming, and my chest is pulsing. Can it be the bond? I don’t feel it like he does, but maybe on some level, my body responds.
I sag into the captain’s chair. It’s big—too big for me, so it feels more like a small couch. I can get comfortable here, maybe I can… I stop my train of thought. I can’t do that, or can I? I haven’t felt this aroused since I left Earth, so this should be a huge win for me. I’m glad I’m not dead inside, that I can still have desire. Somehow, T’Rak’s nearness has awakened that part of me again, what better way than to reclaim my body with a self-induced orgasm?
A little self-care sounds better by the minute, and I loosen the straps of my pants.
Closing my eyes, I lay my head back. I move my hand straight to my pussy, not bothering with foreplay, because I know I will find myself wet. Groaning, I spread the wetnessthrough my folds and lightly touch my clit. The touch is electrifying. It has been so long. Taking out my hand, I lick my finger, wetting it some more. With gentle strokes, I work my clit, moving down to my entrance. I hesitate, then gently push one fingertip in. My core throbs around my finger, my muscles tightening, but when I take the digit out and circle my clit before trying once more, I feel myself relaxing. This is just me, pleasuring myself. I am in control.
The image of a certain alien flashes through my mind. The determination on his face when he’s focusing on his tasks. What would it feel like if he turned that focus to me? If he were crouching between my legs right now, I would see his head when I look down. Moaning, I spread my legs, my touch growing more frantic. I thrust my finger all the way in, but it’s not enough, and I add a second finger, biting my lip to keep from making too much noise.
I’m close, so close. I fantasize it’s his fingers inside my channel, his tongue lapping at my clit. I moan his name—then freeze when the door opens and I hear him call out mine.
T’Rak
The scentof arousal hangs heavy in the air. Sleep did not come, and after tossing and turning for a while, I decided to join Fr’Ya at command.
Her arousal was the last thing I expected I would find when I got back. I hesitate at the door. Should I enter? Is she touching herself? Or is she waiting for me? I really should have asked D’Var and O’Rec for tips on human females.
Then I hear it—the sound of my name coming from herlips, one word, filled with desire. I open the door and call out her name.
Fr’ya is still seated in the chair, and she lets out a muffled groan and a little yelp.
“T’Rak?” she asks, voice pitched-high.
“Fr’Ya.” My voice is hoarse, and my cock is hard. I am drawn to her, and I cannot control myself as I walk closer. She turns the chair, and we face each other. She is panting, one of her hands still inside her pants.
I clench my fists, I need to do something… Anything. “I could not sleep.”
She lifts one corner of her mouth, but stays silent.
“Were you…” I lick my lips. I know what she was doing, but somehow I need to hear her say the words.
Her cheeks turn pink, but only slightly, before she juts her chin forward. “Yes, I was touching myself.”
“While thinking of me?” It sounds smug, and I cannot help it, but it would mean there is still hope—that she is attracted to me.
She rolls her eyes. “Yes.”
I take another step. “What were you thinking about?”
“Just you…” She sounds almost shy.
