Tamed By the Alien Pirate by Celia Kyle Page 0,38
Dr. Mal, letting him lead through the corridors of the ship we’re in.
It probably wasn’t a wise decision to escape with the Starcorp staff, but I couldn’t throw away this opportunity to really dig into what they’re doing here. They don’t want to waste any time either, and quickly put me to work after our escape shuttle arrived at this Starcop orbital ship.
“What’s this about?” I ask him after a couple of minutes of walking.
“We have a new patient for you to experiment on,” he replies in that cold tone of his, his eyes still focused on the path ahead. “We found one of your old golden friends sneaking around. The Kilgari are interesting subjects, and I think they merit a closer look.”
“Why’s that?” I continue, my heart tightening as I try to guess who they might have captured. “Anything special about them?”
“We had a few Kilgari subjects a few months ago, and our initial research indicated that certain compounds excreted by their endocrine system have qualities that might aid our research. Unfortunately, those compounds are only excreted during extreme duress.”
Only then does he look back at me, his shark smile telling the rest of the story. They weren’t able to continue with their research because the subjects died after being put under “extreme duress.” Not a good omen.
“Here we are.” Putting his right eye in front of an access panel, he lets the machinery do its retinal scan. A fraction of a second later and a door slides back into its partition. I follow him inside what looks like an operating room, and my heart skips a beat as I see that the Kilgari they’ve captured is Zander. He’s been strapped to a medical chair, but he doesn’t seem hurt.
“I’m familiar with this one,” I say, doing my best to keep a clinical tone. Hard to do when you’re looking at your fated mate, but I pull it off all the same. “He’s a healthy specimen. That’s good.”
“You know what you have to do. Don’t you?” Dr. Mal asks me, ignoring Zander and looking straight at me. Once I nod, that blood curling smile appears on his lips once more. “Good. I’ll leave you to it, then. I’ll expect results in an hour.”
With that, he marches out of the room, and I only realize I had been holding my breath when the door closes behind him. Exhaling, I turn around and rush toward Zander.
“God, I missed you,” I say, throwing my arms over his shoulders and embracing him. “When you fell from that window, I thought you were dead.”
“Like you said, I’m a healthy specimen.”
“Really funny.” Smiling, I look into his eyes and do the next logical thing. I lean in and brush my lips against his, that chemical cocktail unleashed by his touch once more coursing through my veins. Moving fast, I remove the straps holding him in place. “You know what that bastard wants me to do. Don’t you?”
“Evidently,” he replies. “He wants you to stimulate my physiological system to produce an endocrine response. In layman’s terms, he wants you to torture me. I say we dismantle whatever we can inside this room, fashion a couple of half-decent weapons, and fight our way out.”
“Whoa, calm down.” Grabbing him by the wrist, I stop him from dismantling the chair he had been strapped to. “I have a better idea. There are other ways we can encourage your endocrine system to produce the same compounds he is looking for.”
“Other ways? Such as?”
I hold my breath, look into his eyes, and then allow that chemical cocktail running through my veins to flood my brain. Even though I’ve never been the kind of woman to do it easily, I let my instincts take the steering wheel.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask him. “We do it through an endorphin rush.” His eyes widen as he realizes what I’ve just said, but I don’t give him the time to say anything. Before he knows it, I’ve thrown myself at him, my lips crashing against his.
The moment our lips touch, one single word takes over my mind: inevitable. What’s going to happen is inevitable. I don’t know what it is about him, but there’s no denying that there’s a magnetic pull between us, one that allows no resistance. Deep down, I already knew that’s how it works with jalshagar, but now that I’ve kissed him again… there’s absolutely no doubt about the connection between us.
Placing my hands on his chest, I feel the hard contour