Captor, p.9
Captor, page 9
“That’s what you were born to do. Right?” I wanted him to tell me who he was. Just the concept of tolerating him for the rest of my life brought a strange revelation of feelings and thoughts that made me numb inside.
“Perhaps, but that’s not what I wanted for my life, much like you don’t want to be a product of your lottery system.” He continued his trail, gingerly sliding it down my arm. “However, sometimes we are required to do what’s best for our worlds, not what we would like to do. I realized that too late, allowing thousands of my people to die.”
His touch was as enigmatic as before but being allowed to see a portion of his world stripped away some of the horror and mental anguish I’d been feeling.
“You’re only one Dragonian, Krakar. You can’t save everyone and everything in your world. You need help.”
He laughed softly, the deep baritone fluttering all the way to my toes. I licked my lips, an action that seemed to interest him, his chest rising and falling as lust filled his eyes.
“There are hundreds of amazing warriors on my world, but none of them understand that in order for our people to exist or to consider moving forward, we must be diligent at all times, refusing to allow our enemies to take even a portion of our land or our resources. We’ve become… soft over the years.”
“Did you ask for assistance from other planets?”
His exhale was his answer, the faraway look in his enigmatic eyes drawing me into his moment of remembrance. “We do not ask for help any longer. There is no one we can trust. We should not need it.”
“That’s why your father was killed, because you refused to request assistance from anyone.”
I could tell I’d angered him, but given what I’d heard, I knew he was growing even more concerned about what he and his people were facing.
“You know nothing about Dragonia or our culture,” he insisted. “We have survived thousands of years on our own. There have been wars, plagues of various unknown diseases and times when our food supply was challenged, but we learned to deal with what we had.”
“Tell me about Dragonia.”
The brush of his fingers continued, his pensive expression riddled with tension. With every touch, the way he delicately fingered my skin renewed the dance of vibrations. My heart raced, butterflies replacing the horrific lump that had formed. My thoughts drifted briefly to what I’d told Kierling. There was no rhyme or reason for even entertaining the thought that perhaps one day I could love such a creature. I was far too intelligent to believe our cultures could ever mesh, our desires for the future in line. But at least his tenderness allowed my tension to ease.
“It was once beautiful. Gorgeous green skies and lush fields of blue, the foliage thick and rich with nutrients. We had water, although it wasn’t like what you have on Earth. Still, it provided the liquid needed for the four-legged creatures roaming our world. We had a good life, most Dragonians thriving, our cities as beautiful as our countryside. Now it’s all but nonexistent, dark caverns of craggy rock replacing what had once been vast fields. Portions of our planet were left natural, the various species of animals controlling the outer realm. They had an ample supply of nutrients, preventing the carnivorous beasts from encroaching on our designated land.”
“And now?” I was fascinated by the look on his face, the way he was remembering the past.
Exhaling, his expression shifted, moving into a darker place. “Now, the animals have been forced to move closer to our people, hunting for food. We’ve been forced to place thick walls around our cities, developing what you would call electric shock fences to keep them away, but they’re clever, learning ways of getting around the system, enduring the intense agony needed in order to continue their hunts. Soon, our cities will be overrun by them.”
“If your atmosphere isn’t corrected.”
“Yes. We don’t have everything we need to reverse the catastrophic effects, something my father kept from our people. The burden lies squarely on my shoulders. Our cities are no longer recognizable, our more delicate inhabitants forced underground because the air is too toxic to breathe. Food is scarce, our supplies limited, our crops nothing like they once were. Still, we survive.”
The picture he painted of before seemed ideal, which made the situation that much more tragic.
“And no one has come to your aid, not even the Galactic Coalition?”
Now he laughed. “You don’t understand the kind of Dragonian my father was. Brutal. Untrusting. Unforgiving. He asked for aid once and was denied, which established new rules, ones that have brought our planet to its knees. We live in a very dangerous environment and every day I fear more of my people will die of starvation or succumb to the beasts.”
“You have more loyalty for your planet than I’ve ever experienced, Krakar. Perhaps as king your planet will once again flourish, but it won’t unless you concede to accepting help from others. Our planet should have learned that lesson early on, but we were faced with countless internal wars that almost cost us everything.”
He seemed surprised by my statement. “I’ve seen pictures of Earth. I’ve been there once. You have oceans and rivers, trees of green and mountains ripe with ice crystals. Those oceans are teeming with life, the color so blue that it’s reflective in your bright sun. I’d always wanted to visit Earth for that reason alone. Even your cities are vibrant and full of life, people living exactly as they decide without fear of retaliation or going hungry for even a day. You have peace and harmony. I don’t understand how you believe you can provide any advice, my little pet.”
It was obvious what he’d been told or seen was propaganda. Why would our government lie about Earth’s history and what existed today? That didn’t make any sense to me, other than to seem impervious to danger. “You’re wrong. Our cities are locked down, massive electric walls preventing anyone but those with special identification from entering or leaving for any reason. That is reserved for those who have reached a certain plateau on our world. The rich. The influential. The powerful. There is significant danger beyond those walls, rogue humans who’d learned to adapt by killing and stealing from anyone caught in their path. As far as the ocean, I’ve seen a shoreline once in my life, my father managing to obtain a day pass. But that was both a sad and joyous day.”
“I do not understand.” His brow was furrowed.
“Our oceans aren’t blue any longer. The color and vibrancy have been stripped away, replaced with pollution from gas and oil, chemicals and other components considered natural. There is very little sea life, only the strongest living in the deepest sections. Peace? We live in fear daily from what other species will do, told that at any time we could be invaded. Do we try and maintain some kind of joyous life, maybe the hope you’re talking about? Yes, but it’s not paradise by any means.”
He seemed thoughtful about what I’d told him, inching closer until the heat of his body became oppressive, but I wanted him near me. Just to feel his vibrations, the subtle but powerful jolts of electricity more stimulating than anything I’d felt in recent years. He had an aura surrounding him that exuded danger, as if he was a lightning bolt that if someone was able to grab onto, they would be able to catch a glimpse of glory.
“You paint a bleak picture of your world,” he huffed.
“As do you.”
“Then why do you go on? Why do you abhor the lottery system?”
“Because in the mandated regulation, there is no hope, no possibility of choosing a future. I don’t know whether all the stories I’ve heard about the Eracs, Zenas, Praksas, or Zatan species are true, but their handling of humans has resulted in nightmares. It’s like having a ticking timebomb hanging over every female’s head.”
“They are brutal creatures,” he admitted and lowered his head, breathing a swath of hot air across my face. He took the cup from my hand, taking a deep whiff. “I can see Kierling has been a bad influence on you.”
“She was just trying to please me, allowing me a taste of home.”
He chuckled as he stretched, placing the glass on one of the tables. Then he raked his heated gaze down to my breasts, the slight growl one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard.
My nipples immediately hardened; my mind suddenly foggy as he eased his lips to within a few centimeters of mine. His scent was more intense than before, the way it filtered into my system intoxicating. I kneaded his chest, the tips of my fingers ignited as his muscles responded to my touch.
“But they will never hurt you, little human. No one will dare ever try again.” He cupped the side of my face, rubbing his thumb across my lips, the gentleness shifting into burning from his hunger. He took several ragged breaths, sliding his other hand down my back and pulling me against his chest.
As I peered up at him, I felt safe in his arms, the warmth exploding into a wildfire, flames licking at my skin. Unable to catch my breath, I nuzzled into his hand, shaken from the myriad sensations tearing through my system. While I couldn’t explain my animal attraction to him, I didn’t need anyone to tell me what I already knew.
Our connection was kinetic, two people drawn together who should remain enemies. As I slid my hand over his shoulder, curling my fingers in his hair, he emitted a series of growls, a grim scowl clouding his features. His guttural sound was almost like a threat, a statement from a beast preparing to feast.
“Be careful, female. My hunger knows no bounds. Once I begin, there will be no end. You will forever belong to me. Do you understand?”
My tongue felt thick, swollen inside my mouth, my throat closing. I watched as he clenched his jaw, the angular features on his carved face changing as he waited impatiently for my answer. The feel of his thick cock pressing against me kept my mind a fuzzy mess, but as the haze began to fade, a part of me accepted the new reality.
Another part of me hungered in the same capacity as the monster holding me in his arms. This was madness, but the passion we’d shared before could never be denied again.
My answer would forever shape the future.
My future.
My destiny.
I traced my finger across the scar on his face, surprised he didn’t recoil.
“Yes.” My single word was giving my approval for something I couldn’t understand but he’d already become a drug to me, one that I’d fight to obtain. I remained lightheaded, my entire body off balance as he crushed my breasts against his chest.
Krakar cocked his head, his eyes nothing more than slits, shimmers of color erupting as if from a cascading volcano, the sear of lava threatening to enflame us. He captured my mouth, dragging me onto my toes, immediately arching my back. A tiny alarm went off inside my head, but it had nothing to do with fearing what he’d do to me. The siren was all about fearing letting go. My inexperience terrified me more than the beast holding me.
His fingers dug into my jaw, his sharp claws barely nicking my skin. I rolled my hand over his arm, squeezing his muscles until I was breathless, longing to see what was hidden under the tight shirt he wore.
He was as tender as before, rolling his lips across mine, sliding his hand to the back of my head and holding me in place. Every sound he made, deep and husky, echoed in my ears. Then the world seemed to fade away around us.
I kept my fingers tangled in his hair, the simple hold allowing me to feel more grounded. I knew this was just the beginning, but as his passion for me increased, his shaft swelling as he ground it against me, I could feel every bit of resolve crumbling away.
He growled into the kiss as he slowly pushed my lips open, sliding his tongue inside. I tensed as he swept it across mine, the forked tip tingling the darkest reaches of my mouth. It was the same as the way he’d luxuriated in licking my pussy, taking his time to enjoy the moment, awakening all my senses. I could taste several different flavors, but none were recognizable. As his hold tightened, his actions rougher, he pulled every bit of breath from my body, pushing my pulse to a jarring speed.
The man was prepared to consume me, and this was just the beginning. I was dizzy, fearful I’d fall and likely would have had he not been holding me in place. He kneaded my buttocks as he caressed the back of my head, lifting me even higher as the kiss progressed to something dangerous. His domination of me refused to be denied, his claim a taking of my body and soul. As he twisted his head back and forth, devouring my mouth, I clung to him as if the beast was my life’s blood.
When he broke the kiss, his lips remained close, his breathing more ragged than before. He emitted an even deeper sound, the strange bass tone vibrating in my ears. He whispered something I couldn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. I knew they were words of seduction, a telling of what he would do to me.
I closed my eyes as he slowly brushed his lips along my jaw, nipping my earlobe. His hot breath kept the fire burning deep within, my blood boiling. As he slipped his tongue inside the shell of my ear, I clenched my pussy, winding one leg around him. He took his time tasting me, taunting me. I would never have imagined a man of his stature and power could ever be this romantic.
As wetness pooled between my legs, creating a wet spot on the cloth pants I’d been given to wear, our combined scent of desire wafted between us. He spun me around, taking long strides toward the bed. I tensed all over again, pushing my palm against him. He stopped moving, staring down at me as another wave of fear pulsed into my system.
He sensed my anxiety, easing away then sucking on my lower lip. My whimpers turned into scattered moans, but I remained full of apprehension as well as excitement. What if I couldn’t handle him? What if my body would break from the thickness of his cock?
“Do not worry, little pet. I won’t hurt you.”
“I just…”
His eyes opened wide, a slight snarl curling on his upper lip. “You are not familiar with sex.”
He made the statement sound so clinical. “I’ve enjoyed… I mean I’d been on dates, but…” A wave of embarrassment tore through me, my face burning from humiliation. When he cupped my jaw, wrenching my head and forcing me to look into his eyes, I shuddered.
“Tell me the truth,” he demanded.
“No.”
“What a treat you’ve given me.” He closed the distance to the bed, easing me onto the soft surface, remaining over me for what seemed like forever. He teased me with his splash of silver hair, sliding it back and forth across my breasts. I was embarrassed the hard points were outlined given the thin material of the shirt I’d been given.
His gaze was drawn from my face down the length of my chest, finally settling on my hardened nipples. His deep sigh seemed elongated and as he lowered his head, nipping first one tiny bud then the other, I bucked against him, pushing my palms against his chest.
He issued a dark chuckle, moving my hands away then pulling both the material as well as my tender flesh into his mouth. There was something filthy about the sound of him sucking on my cloth-covered nipple, the savage sound creating a buzz in my ears. I closed my eyes, arching my back as I fisted my hands. He teased my other breast, repeating his sinful action, biting down with enough ferocity that I cried out, my eyes flying open.
“A treasure to ravage,” he breathed, his eyes lit up like fire.
Every action he took was methodical, allowing me to become accustomed to being with him. Leaning over, he was easily able to maneuver the shirt over my head, tossing it away. His nostrils flared as he shifted his gaze from one breast to the other. While he remained aloft, he lowered his head, sucking on my tender tip, pulling the sensitive tissue between his teeth as he continued to sweep his tongue back and forth.
When he bit down, I cried out, finding it impossible to believe the sound was my own. My mind swelled with the need to see him, touch him. I wanted to have the feel of his cock in my hand, to understand what it meant to pleasure a man. No, not a man. A male species. Was there but so much difference in his genetics to that of a human?
Some, but not enough to distinguish his sculpted frame or the thick girth of his cock.
He slipped his thumbs under the waistband of my pants, taking his time to pull them past my hips. When he tugged them to my knees then beyond, a series of cold shivers cascaded down my legs.
“Oh…” The whimper was unrecognizable, but as he darted his gaze toward my face, I could sense all the nasty things he wanted to do.
As shameful as it seemed, I wanted him to engage in every one of them, teaching me everything about enjoying the throes of passion.
Krakar eased the material away from my legs, taking his time to brush the knuckles on one hand down the inside of my leg.
Then he backed away, his eyes never leaving mine. As he yanked the shirt over his head, my mouth went completely dry from the sight of him.
Of course I’d known he was muscular, but the sight of his luminescent blue skin adorned with eight-pack abs again caused my breath to catch in my throat. The same ink he wore as sleeves covered his chest and a portion of his neck, the colorful art engaging my eye as well as my yearning. He said nothing as he removed his boots, sliding the weapon he carried onto the small table beside the bed.
Then as he slid his thumbs into his own waistband, I held my breath, longing to see the prize underneath. He wasted no time, rising to his full height only seconds later. His cock was long and thick, three swollen balls nestled between his massive thighs. I was unable to keep from whimpering from the sight of him alone, uncertain how or if his huge shaft would fit inside me.
I remained shocked at my arousal, my inability to catch my breath as I stared at him. While I’d seen a naked human male before, his physique was stunning, even more breath-stealing than his passionate kisses.
He rubbed his hands down his chest ever so slowly before he advanced, crawling onto the edge of the bed. As he leaned over, I expected to see amusement in his eyes given he was forced to deal with a virgin, but instead there was an even stronger level of hunger in them. I’d never expected my first time to be with an alien. Of all the countless times I’d fantasized about sharing one of the greatest joys, I’d never allowed myself to believe it would be with a true beast.
