“And I saidI’m not hungry.”
Vaxa’an looked down at her in disbelief.He didn’t remember the last time his orders were so blatantly refused.He took a step towards her until she was backed into the wall of their quarters.His Kat was breathing hard, but she stared defiantly up at him, his littleprivixifrom the depths of the blackworld.
“You will obey me,” he rasped.
“Or you’ll what?” she taunted softly, pushing a finger into his chest.“Force me into submission?Will you hit me?”
“Never hit you, female,” he hissed.Violence against females in his culture was the worst crime a Luxirian could commit and was automatically punishable by execution.“But you will learn how to bend to my will and you willlike it.”
She made a snorting sound through her nostrils.His pliant, biddable mate from the night before was long gone, replaced by this hellion who set his blood on fire.And every part of himreveledin it.
“Don’t get your hopes up, buddy.”
SEVEN
Un-freaking-believable.
The overwhelming sadness she’d felt just moments before dissipated like a mist meeting a hot sun.
This guy was the most high-handed and arrogant male she’d ever met in her life.And he had the balls to say that she wouldbend to his will?Yeah right.No, thank you, asshole.
Last night, he’d tried to comfort her.He’d given her the most incredible pleasure and put her to bed, wrapping his arms around her like he never wanted to let her go.And for a moment, a brief vulnerable moment, she’d wondered what a life with a companion like him would be like.
She’d been half in shock yesterday.Her only priority now was to find a way to get home and this alpha asshole alien was standing directly in her path.She needed to remember that.
“I will not leave these quarters without you, female,” he said, caging her in against the wall with those massive arms.She tried not to inhale his scent.She remembered the crazy things his pheromones had made her feel the previous night and thelastthing she needed right now was to hookup with the alien keeping her captive.“You either walk to the meal deck with me or you will be slung over my shoulder like last span.You decide.”
He was threatening her.
He was threatening her.
Kate narrowed her eyes.She did not want to be tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes again.It had been humiliating.She considered her options, but even she could admit that there weren’t a whole lot.He was easily ten times stronger than she was.He was at least seven-feet tall and the big guy had muscles on muscles.There was no way she’d be able to stop him from picking her up and carrying her out of here.
Sometimes you had to lose the battle to win the war.But oh, would shefight…
“Fine,” she bit out, nibbling on the inside of her cheek in irritation.“Do you have anything for me to wear then?”
In his defense, he didn’t gloat over this minor victory.He simply pushed off the wall.As if to taunt her, his muscles bunched and flexed across his now-silver skin.
“You are wearing something,” he pointed out, his gaze zeroing in on her chest, at her nipples that were no doubt poking through the light, thin material.
“This is a shirt,” she said slowly, looking down at it and refusing to blush.The hem hit just past her knees, but she wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear or anything to cover her legs.“I need actual clothes.”
“My ‘clothes’ will not fit you,” he said.
“No shit, Sherlock,” she mumbled.
“What is this ‘Sherlock’?” he asked, frowning.
Kate blew out a breath.“Forget it.Let’s just get this over with.”
She adjusted his shirt so that her nipples didn’t poke through as much, hunching her shoulders a bit.What she wouldn’t give to have a good pair of jeans and a cardigan right now.Her best friend back on Earth, Beks, had always teased her that she dressed like a grandma.So sue her if she had a collection of cardigans in a variety of colors.She loved cardigans.They went with everything.
“We will get you proper coverings once we reach Luxiria.We have no textile worker on board this vessel,” he informed her, crossing to the hidden shelves on the far wall.He pressed a button and out sprang a drawer.He lifted a clean shirt and slid it over his chest.Kate told herself she wasn’t disappointed that his perfect, rock hard abs and nipple piercings were covered.Shewasn’t.
Okay, maybe a little, she begrudgingly admitted to herself.She chanced a peek between his legs when he was distracted and her mouth went dry.His monstrous cock was still as hard as ever, perfectly silhouetted against his tight leather pants.God.She swore that she could see the outline of those hard knobs lining the underside.
Kate blew out a shaky breath, clearing the sudden lump in her throat, and reaching a trembling hand up to push back a strand of loose hair.
