7. Alex

CHAPTER 7

Alex

" W e don't have a lot of time. I wish that I could think of a way out of this. But I don't think we have the time to play it out."

I nod my head and smirk at him. "I know that you think that I can't fight. But I can. I fought for world titles for god's sake."

"That's not the same as what's going to happen tomorrow. They are going to use every trick that they've got to make sure that you lose and you've got no knowledge of their fighting style."

"I don't need it."

"Cocky only goes so far, female."

"I love it when you throw American slang at me, Varnak. You keep studying. Why?"

He flushes and turns away. "Nothing to do with you."

I grunt and slog my way through the broken pieces of the ship. "I'm going to take this stuff and check it out. Come with me or don't."

"I'm going to show you how to fight. If you have any sense, it won't happen and you'll tell them you changed your mind and you intend to go back home."

I eye him uncertainly. "You would rather be a breeder to these women than depend on me?"

"I would rather you live than die. I don't want you to fight at all." His eyes shimmer with something elusive and breathtaking.

"I can fight, dammit! Stop telling me that I'm not worth anything."

He stops, shocked. "You think that all you are worth is you fighting?" His sea-blue gaze sharpens until it feels like he can see every part of me. Like I'm an open book to him.

"Stop trying to analyze me! I'm not a damn problem for you to solve!" I stomp to the broken wall but he slams me into it, his huge size hovering over me, his teeth bared, his body taut with anger.

"I never thought you were a problem." His eyes slide down and then he grunts. "Okay. Maybe I did at first. But I would gladly give you up and give up my own life if it meant you were safe and free. You deserve that, my kora."

I suck in a sharp breath. I know what that means. I glance down and I see the faint trail of vines and flowers moving across his arms, under his skin, faintly lit up, turning his blue skin bright and clear.

"No," I hiss under my breath. "I am not your mate, Varnak. I'm not anybody's mate. I am my own person and men don't like that."

His sharp eyes soften to the peaceful look of the sea at night. "I know who you are and I do like you like you are. You're beautiful and smart and you make me want to vrecking love you like a crazy male until you lose your voice screaming my name and you can't walk the next day."

I want that. I want to feel like someone wants me.

"I…I do want that too."

"So leave that stuff for awhile and be with me, my kora."

I shake my head. "I can't promise you forever as a mate. That's not me."

"Males on your planet must be the dumbest in the galaxy."

I snort and then laugh out loud. "I think you've lost your mind."

He moves against me and I feel the hard length of him pressed up against me. My core slickens and all I want is to be with him. Tomorrow is going to be bad one way or another. Starting with not getting the chance to go home and fighting a woman who wants what's mine.

I jerk myself to a halt. "Not mine."

He stares at me. "Let go, my kora. Let me love you. Let me show you what we could be."

He opens the room to the bedroom with his bare hands since nothing is working. Following him inside, I fight to keep from running. I don't run from any male. I learned that lesson the hard way. Thanks to a father who felt like it was his right to beat me every damn day I drew breath. I can still feel the heavy sting of the wood on my ass as I tried to keep from crying.

More than once I went to school with my butt so sore that I couldn't sit without tears rolling down my cheeks.

But I never said one word about what he did. I just waited until I turned eighteen and then I left without a backwards glance and I taught myself to fight so that nobody ever got the chance to use me as a punching bag. And I haven't thought about the bastard for so many years. He is nothing.

Never again will I be somebody's to abuse.

I draw in a deep breath as he stands there and watches me silently. He's waiting for me to decide. He won't take away my choices, my options.

He's a good male. I could do far worse and actually I have.

One way or another I want this. Want him to wipe out all the hurt, pain and bad memories. No man has ever managed up to this point.

I hold out my hand and he grasps it loosely, not forcing me at all. He steps with me to the bed and I sigh, leaning into his tall body, feeling his warmth and the spicy-sweet scent of him around me, cocooning me from the bad decisions that I have to face tomorrow.

He lies back and nods at me. "Do what feels good for you, kora." I stand and then strip off my soiled, ripped clothes, letting them fall to the floor. His brows scrunch together and he groans when I stand there fully naked. His burning gaze darts here and there, never landing any one place but eating every part of me up.

"Come to me, kora. Come sit on my mouth and let me please you."

I pause and I don't know if I can. But. I trust him. I do and I know he won't hurt me.

So I clamber onto the platform bed and knee crawl to him. He lifts me by my hips and holds me up making me gasp. He's so strong. So very strong and handsome.

He's perfect. And I have to fight to keep him.

Before I can get bogged down by those thoughts, he grasps my thighs and rolls me until I'm over his mouth and his breath stirs my curls. My pussy clenches and I swear I come a little bit just from where he's touching me.

But when he wraps his lips around my sex and sucks those lips inside his mouth, my whole body clenches so deeply that I feel like I'm bent in half by desire and lust.

"Varnak!" I shriek and he chuckles into my pussy before he pushes a finger inside and drills me with it while sucking my pearl deep, tonguing it savagely.

I fall forward but his hands steady me as he devours me body and soul. His tongue laps as his teeth nip and I can't think. My whole body feels like it's on fire and my soul feels like it's flying into the ether.

Then he nips my clit between his teeth as he slips two fingers inside my pussy, deep and fast. Deep and slow. Over and over. Fast and slow, deep and soft. His mouth and then the hardness of his fingers.

"Jesus!" I sigh and then it changes to a shriek as he grinds my pussy down on his face and sucks it hard and fast.

"Varnak! Yes, yes, yes!" I can't stop screaming, can't stop coming as he laps at me like he's eating his last meal.

Shaking and shivering, I watch him stand, his burning gaze tearing at my soul, tearing at every last bit of control I've got.

He pulls his shirt off and his bare chest ripples with the movement, his bulging biceps dancing as my eyes drink him in. Then I follow the slight happy trail of silver down to his pants, watching with my breath caught as he slips the bit of leather down and kicks it to the side.

His body is epic. His lean hips top a pair of muscular legs that flex and bend as he climbs back on the bed. My mouth dries out and I watch him, awed. This male thinks that I'm his. Someone so perfect thinks that I'm the one that is made for him. The one person made specifically for him. The one person made for me.

He crawls over me and he pulls the tie out of his hair, letting it glide down around us. It brushes my bare belly and I sigh, letting my fingers wrap in it, feeling the soft, silky slide of it on my skin.

He bends down and his lips brush mine. "You are mine, little vistu."

My lips quirk up. "Do you think you could stop calling me a small, angry fur ball?"

His blue eyes flash with laughter. "If the shoe fits, put it on."

I shake my head, my shoulders shaking with laughter. "Not quite but you're so close."

He grinds into my core and my tongue gets heavy, my eyes dropping closed as I groan my desire. "I think I'm pretty close but I think I could get closer. Come here."

He rolls us and lifts me up. "You are in control, vistu. Let's see what you've got."

I love a challenge at all times. The challenge and desire in his bright blue gaze makes my thighs part and my pussy so wet that it's dripping my juices down onto his thick thighs.

Without a word, I slide down onto him and groan. He flexes his belly and he growls like a wild animal. Our skin slides, slick and heated over each other's and it feels so damn good that my pussy clenches and my whole body tenses as a roll of glorious fire burns inside me, laying waste to all the reasons that this is a bad idea and I slam my body down on his all the way to his thighs. The brush of light hair on his legs on my backside feels out of this world and I struggle to focus. To move against him as all hell breaks loose. Can't think. Can't breathe.

His lips take my breast in his mouth and he snaps at the nipple with his fang, raking it hard until I know he's leaving a mark and I couldn't give a shit. I want it. Want it all.

I grind down on his shaft and I feel a slight bump at the exact spot where my clit it. My brow lifts and he smiles. "Take my soul, kora. Take every last breath in my body. It all belongs to you."

He steals my breath, steals my heart every time he says things like that. Tears sting my eyes. Nobody's ever just wanted me like he does.

I grind and circle my hips and it feels so good.

"So damn good, Varnak. Don't stop."

He doesn't. He rolls me under him and his hips thrust into me again and again, the steely length of him hitting somewhere I've never felt someone touch.

And it's his. I'm his. I always will be.

I scream and my whole body goes taut as he drills into me harder, over and over until he grunts and stills and I feel his seed inside me, coating my body and bringing me the peace I've always wanted. He falls across me and I grunt and roll so that he doesn't crush me.

Then I lay my head on his chest and breathe him in, my fingers tangling in the light hair on his pecs.

"I know that you don't want me to say this, kora, but you would be wiser to leave and live out your life happy and free on your planet."

I jerk up and glare at him. "You really do know how to ruin a moment."

"Take from it what you will, but you should not do this."

I stand and start jerking on my clothes, glaring at the jerk. "I am doing this. Nobody is going to make my mate into a chew toy."

His grin rises like the sun outside my door at home. Stunning to see. My breath catches.

"You're my mate?"

I roll my eyes and grab my shoes. "Yeah. It's great, isn't it. Love's a beautiful thing."

He snorts and eyes me cynically. "You know that Lacey doesn't act like this with her mate."

"I'm not Lacey."

"Thank gods," he mutters. "So let's see what you can do."