His to Claim: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance - Taylor Vaughn Page 0,58

a message to N’Maryah.

The truth is she never talked about L’Than during our lunches, and always sent him away with a perfunctory ridge touch of thanks. I suspected she wasn’t nearly as into him as he was into her.

But she hadn’t told him no yet, so she must kind of like him, right? And she’d mentioned several times that her father was a powerful merchant. It’s possible he could do something to intervene on L’Than’s behalf.

With that thought, I open the comm panel I used to reverse call D’Rek when he was away. Maybe I can hack it again to get in touch with the only person who might be able to help L’Than now.

But just as I think I’ve figured out which of the squiggly lines will let me override the room’s lockout command, I suddenly begin to feel…strange. Very strange.

An ominous tension forms in my lower belly and my breasts become heavy as stones on my chest. Then my body starts to ache and tingle all over, like that one time when I caught a flu that knocked me flat out for three days.

But this tingling sensation isn’t quite the same as that flu, I note, as I stumble away from the wall’s comm panel and helplessly sink down on my bed. My muscles ache, but not with pain. And my nerves are tingling, but not because my body is trying to create heat to fight off an infection. It’s more like…desire. Yes, desire, but not quite.

I’d been afraid to take my dress off earlier for fear of never getting it back—the other shimmery body molding dresses disappeared during my first bout of sleep, like they’d never even been there. But now the dress feels constricting and heavy. The urge to strip hits me with the force of a falling redwood.

I tear the dress off, sighing when my body is free of the clingy fabric. But my relief is short-lived. As soon as the cool air hits my skin, the desire ramps up, pebbling my nipples, and winding my belly tight with need. I look down at my naked pussy. Oh moons…it’s contracting in an out, like it has a mind of its own.

I reach down and rub at myself, just as I had two nights before when I last spoke to D’Rek over the holocomm system. It doesn’t take long. I come with a quick burst, my pussy spasming underneath my fingers.

But…it’s not enough. My pussy is still clenching air. Wanting, needing more. So I rub at it harder, consumed with the need to get off again, to sate this suddenly raging desire. Oh moons, what is happening to me? Why am I—

“Do I have your permission, Ki’Ra?” a voice says above me.

It’s D’Rek. I didn’t even hear him come in. But thank the moons he’s here.

“Yes, you have my permission!” I cry out, reaching for him. “Please, D’Rek. Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

After so long, I expect him to fall on top of me. To take me over and over as he did before he left out on his peace mission.

But instead of disrobing, he squats down over my prone body. “You will tell me if you prefer above, in front, or behind,” he commands.

“I don’t care,” I answer, desperately working my clit with my own hand. “Whatever. Just fuck me. However you want. Now, please.”

“Above it is then.”

I don’t notice that he has something hidden behind his back until he suddenly produces the golden immobilization cuffs.

“Wait, what—” I start to say. Then, “No don’t!” when he roughly pulls my hand away from my pussy and traps it along with my other one above my head, before locking both of my wrists inside the immobilization cuffs.

Above…

I suddenly understand what he meant. But I don’t laugh as I so often do at our misunderstandings. No, I don’t laugh at all.

“D’Rek, what are you—”

“My Kel.”

I pause. It’s the same old command, but his ridges lie flat against his face, and his black pupils glitter like two cold diamonds embedded in red. Though I’ve never seen this expression before, a word floats through my mind as I take in his countenance.

Disgust. He’s disgusted by me.

A new fear ripples through my gut, along with the potent desire.

“Why?” I ask him. “Why are you doing this to me? Whatever it is you think I’ve done, you should just—”

I cut off when he suddenly moves into position between my spread legs. His head dips down, his white braid scraping against my inner