13. Chapter 13

When I wake up again, it is almost time for my shift. That's if I want food before getting into it.

I get out of my bed, trying my best to remain quiet and not wake Hazel.

She is still asleep when I put on my pants. She is smiling again. Her smile warms and pains me at the same time.

Why did she kick me off her when I was filling up her naughty pussy that had been squeezing my cock?

Did she not want me?

But she acted as if she wanted me. I hope she didn't feel the need to please me just so I wouldn't hurt her. It has been my plan to claim her so no one will hurt her. I've never planned to fuck her, even though that's very tempting.

I hate to entertain the idea that... maybe there's something wrong with my cock. Maybe she didn't enjoy me and maybe it hurt her.

I grit my teeth and rub my horn, trying to think about something else.

Logically, she wasn't ready. She is probably still deciding whether she should trust me. Having sex with me before she figured that out isn't helping.

I let out a breath as I head to the door.

But I'm supposed to show her around. I told her that's what I would do. I meant to say after my shift, but what if she wakes up before I'm back? Will she think that I've left her behind?

She is still sleeping, and it feels like I shouldn't interrupt her.

I watch her cute face for another moment. I hope she enjoyed her time before she decided that I should get off her. I sure did. Her tight pussy is perfect for me. I couldn't imagine how I could fit myself into that small body, but she took me well.

I swear at myself, putting on the boots. I should get out of here before I'll do something dumb. Maybe I should leave her a note so that she will know what to expect when she wakes up. Then I can...

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, you woke up." I click the straps of my belt into place before I look up. "I thought you were going to sleep for another moment."

She sits up, and the blanket falls off her, showing off her naked boobs that are so tempting to squeeze and lick.

I want her. I want to stay here with her. But that's going to cause issues. I've taken her from the captain, and he would be watching closely, trying his chance to take me off the spaceship. I couldn't miss my shift right after I put Hazel in my room and on my bed.

She lowers her gaze and figures that she is naked. She pulls the blanket up until she covers her body again.

I lift my brows. She should remember that I've seen her naked and fucked her pussy.

Or... maybe she thinks that I don't deserve to see her body.

How should I feel? Insulted? Upset? Or just... let her do whatever she wants?

But I'm the uzain here and I'm the one who decides what will happen to her. I can do whatever I want.

She looks away from me with a tempting pink on her face. "Stop looking at me." Her voice shakes when she seems to get nervous.

I shrug. "Okay. Do you want to get dressed if you don't want to show off your naked body?"

She looks at her pile of clothes on the floor, which probably ended up there when I was busy stripping her and not giving much thought.

I clear my throat. "Should I pick up your clothes for you?"

"You are confusing."

"Huh?"

She said the same thing yesterday when she was the confusing one. I'm simple. I want her and I don't want to hurt her, that's all.

When I hammered myself into her, enjoying the nice squeeze on my cock, it is clear that even if we aren't each other's mate, we'll be happy fucking around with each other.

I turn around when she keeps staring at me. "Just get changed. You can explain or talk when you want to."

"Turn around?"

What does she want?

I do as she wants. She isn't holding the blanket now and she doesn't seem to mind being naked in front of me.

She says, "Look, I don't know whether you are really trying to help me. I know it isn't fair to say that you are as evil as your captain, who is the one kidnapping me. But at the same time, it isn't easy for me to separate everything. Though I'm very grateful that you saved me from the whip."

I fold my arms, trying to stop myself from a growl. Maybe it takes time for her to understand I'm different.

She shrugs. "I mean, it won't be far-fetched to expect your team to work as one and you help each other to achieve something."

"That's logical. But that's not me. I didn't get into a public fight against him. If anything, I'd let him beat me to follow the rules here."

"You're not supposed to be fighting the captain."

"Yes."

"But it feels like you are a bit more important than the other uzains here. What're you?"

She is smart. Maybe beings that do business are like that. I think she owns the stall or owned it, given she is here.

"I'm the coach here. I train the beings here to be always ready to fight, and I do battle plans with the captain, as the counsel."

She blinks. "So... You aren't traders."

"We aren't always traders." I check the time. If we don't get out of here soon, I'll be working with an empty stomach. "Let's get going. I'm hungry."

Her hands with her trousers halt. "Hungry for what?"

"Food. Put on your clothes already." I sneer at her. I've already tried to get her to hurry, but she is moving so slowly that it feels like she is showing off her body and tempting me with a good time.

"Sure." She finally gets ready. She reaches for my hand, but right before she takes it, she halts and takes back her hand.

She blinks at me, seemingly asking whether she has to hold my hand.

I shrug. "If you want to hold me, you can. Or not, that's fine too."

"Will the other uzains want to see that?"

I want her, but maybe that's what we have to do for now. It isn't like I'd expect her to like me and want me out of nowhere. "I think it will be good if we make it clear."

She takes my hand. I hold her small, soft hand completely in mine. This feels right. She squeezes my hand. "Your hand is huge."

"Yes, and I have something else that's huge too."

Her cheeks grow red again. Maybe this is what humans do when they are embarrassed. "Shut up."

"You don't get to tell me what to do."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm telling you. Before your stupid captain kidnapped me, I was the one running the stall."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm good at telling others what to do."

She is cute. I hold her close to my chest. "Except you don't get to do that here. You'll be mine for the others to see. Unless you'd rather be with them instead."

There is a load in my chest, and I can only hope she doesn't hate me enough that she'd prefer someone else. The markings on me are burning the same way they were when I first saw her.

She moans. "You're getting hard down there again."

Am I? "Let's get going before I'm distracted again. There'll be time for us to get to know each other."

Her smile falls off her face and that pains me. Maybe she doesn't want to spend time with me. But I'll pretend I don't see it for now.