Chapter Six
Annika was fuming as she stalked back into the chamber she’d been using as a bedroom since she’d arrived.
Since the bastard had kidnapped her, she mentally corrected.
Her body didn’t even feel like it belonged to her.
She was hot and throbbing all over, like she was swollen everywhere, dizzy—and she didn’t know what to attribute to nearly dying and what she could safely blame on the inconsiderate asshole that had taken her to the very pinnacle of passion and then fuckinglefther there!
She plunked down on the makeshift bed so hard in her anger that she damned near drove her tailbone through the top of her skull. For several minutes, she was preoccupied with the pain and nothing else.
But although the pain effectively doused the flame, it didn’t distract her from her sense of ill usage.
Stark, mindless terror still clawed at the back of her mind. The fact that she refused to acknowledge it didn’t make it go away. It simply wound itself up with all of the other things tumbling through her mind.
Like who in their right f’ing mind would live in a hole on the side of a freaking cliff a fuckingmilefrom the ground below?
For a handful of moments she relived the horror of leaping into thin air, the feeling of falling endlessly. She recalled the terror and desperation of trying to gyrate her body enough to ‘fly’ toward the cliff face so she could grab a hold—knowingthere was no way in hell that she could.
Because she was so focused on escape, on gaining her freedom, it didn’t occur to her to check for dangeroutsidebefore she launched herself out of the opening!
All she’d had on her mind was getting enough of a head start to hide from him so she had some chance of success.
Shuddering, she shoved the memories to the back of her mind and packed dirt over it.
It was her second freefall experience and it wasn’t getting any easier to deal with!
He had wings, stupid! She should haveguessedhe would prefer to be in the air rather than on the ground. That was the advantage of flight—being able to escape ground based predators.
Except she really didn’t think of him as an alien being with wings, she realized.
In spite of everything—the inability to communicate, the wings, the hawk–like features, she still thought of him as human, as being the same.
Maybe that explained why she’d tried to rape him after he’d saved her?
She shook that thought. Sex hadn’t actually crossed her mind. She just desperately needed to feel him close, around her, to feel safe.
Inside was ok by her, too, as long as he held her suffocatingly tight and she knew she wasn’t going to fall anymore.
But then everything changed when he kissed her and tore her clothing off to chew all over her in such a delicious way she thought she’d lose her mind.
It was a damned good thing she was wearing a self-repairing frigging nano suit. Otherwise she would have picked up a rock and brained the damned barbaric alien idiot!
Not that it hadn’t been exciting in the heat of the moment!
But it was the only damned thing she had between her and naked!
A shudder went through her, this time not prompted by fear but rather a rise of sexual heat in response to the memory of how she’d felt, the way he’dmadeher feel with his touch.
Right up until the moment theassholehad cum and left her hanging with a hard-on she couldn’t get rid of!
Well! It would be a cold fucking day in hell before she gavehimanymore!
She brooded over that in perverse satisfaction for a while—making him suffer over unappeased sexual need—but eventually it dawned on her that she didn’t actually have that option.
She knew, now, beyond any shadow of doubt that she wasnotgoing to be able to figure out a way to escape!
The door wasn’t the only impediment to that fantasy, unfortunately.
