Page 38 of Captured
Rumbling his irritation at his own distraction, he sat up and slipped his hands under her lower back, raising her hips and using his hold to slam into her harder. She cried out with each thrust, eyes clenched shut as she took everything he gave her.
She came with a cry, channel fluttering and clenching around his length, but he refused to give in. Flipping her to her belly, he kept his hands on her hips as he raised them and plunged back inside. Her pale skin flickered golden in the light of the candle, but he could still see the flush along her flesh from her heat.
She was perfect. Exquisite.
And he’d almost given this away to another alpha. If he’d returned her to the Collection Center when he first captured her she’d have been rushed off to the first male willing to take her, and she’d have been claimed.
A snarl ripped form his chest as he slammed deeper, knot swelling in a rush. Flea whimpered and thrashed when he tried to pull out, the bulge locked behind her pubic bone too tightly to give him any leverage. Grinding into her, he slipped a hand down between her thighs to thrum her clit and send her into spasms once more.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He came as Flea’s core milked him, gritting his teeth and forcing himself not to lean down and place his mark on her neck.
It was a struggle he almost lost.
Flea’s arms gave out and she collapsed, face pressed to the floor of the saferoom as he held her hips. Careful of where they were tied, he shuffled until he could roll her to the side and lie behind her. It was an awkward position for him since he had to half-lay on one crumpled wing, but he dealt with it.
Reaching back to grip his wrist, she surprised him by pulling his arm around her belly and letting out a sleepy purr. He was still propped on one elbow looking down at her peaceful face when she started to snore. His knot still swollen, her random clenching pulling answering spurts of seed from him, it would be a bit before it deflated enough for a repeat performance.
Looking around the tiny space, he let out a sigh when he spotted the bottles of water and the bedding against the wall. He’d meant to take care of her first, yet he’d let her goad him into skipping all that.
It was a challenge to snag the items without jostling the little body cuddled to his, but he managed. He had no idea what kind of nest Flea would want, but he did his best to arrange the pillows around them in a pleasing manner, propping her limp arm over one after stuffing another beneath her head. Tucking one against her belly, he draped a light blanket over their lower halves, before covering them with a heavier one, creating a little encapsulated space.
He left the water near the wall, but it was within reach for when she awoke. Satisfied, Gra’ar let his head rest on the pillow he’d kept for himself, drifting in and out as he waited for his knot to loosen and Flea to wake.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Flea
Agush of fluid leaving her core woke her, the grimace that crossed her face automatic. Her eyelids still felt heavy, but her stomach was already cramping again, and her body was dripping with sweat.
Blinking open her eyes, she was confused for a moment. She could see the candlelight casting strange shadows and shapes on her face, but the walls looked different.
Moving to raise her hand, she realized it was because her head was covered by a blanket. Pillows were tucked against her, cradling her from the front while a hard body pressed to her back, adding to the stifling heat.
Clawing back the cover, Flea shoved it away and rolled to her hands and knees. Gra’ar’s head raised from another pillow, all four eyes gleaming at her before he closed the rear lids.
“What the hell is this?”
Her voice came out strangled, the panic in her chest unfitting for the circumstances. Brow furrowed, Gra’ar’s head turned to look around before he propped himself up on one elbow.
“I wasn’t sure how you wanted your nest, so I just tried to make you comfortable. Do you want to change it?”
Snarling, she reached for the nearest pillow and tossed it behind her, yanking the blankets into another pile against the wall.
“No! No nest!”
Gra’ar’s expression grew tighter and Flea was forced to look up at him as he stood. The sight of his cock standing thick between them almost distracted her, but his words brought her focus back.
“Why are you refusing to nest, omega? Why are you refusing what I’ve provided you?”
As hot as her anger had flared, it burned out against the onslaught of his. She could feel it radiating from him and a part of her folded.
“I’m not—It’s not—”
Her brain was still foggy and didn’t want to produce the words she needed.
She finally forced out, “It’s not safe here. I can’t feel safe.”
Shaking her head, she dropped her gaze to the floor, her body trembling. She’d never been so relaxed as she had in those few seconds when she first woke, Gra’ar’s heavy arm around her waist, pillowed in comfort. She’d always been on edge, constantly on alert for danger, even in the Collection Center, and the fear came from not knowing what would happen if she let that vigilance slip, even for a moment. She trusted Gra’ar, but she didn’t trust the world outside the little room they hid in.
