Jax (Astral Mates #7)

Chapter 5

Five

The annoying human followed Jax to his quarters.

They were attracting many looks from humans and Dragans alike. Elara was openly carrying a pile of her clothing, a pair of her red human panties very visible on top of the heap. If she was trying to embarrass Jax… it was working.

Damn her.

Was she trying to tempt him? To conjure mental images of the headstrong human in nothing but those sheer red panties, her pale human body bared for him, his big blue hands wandering freely across her soft, subtle, submissive flesh? Finally she would know her place as she got on her knees in front of him and opened that mouth of hers, parted those beautiful, thick, juicy lips of hers and stretched out her tongue as she looked him in the eyes and begged him for his…

“Are we there yet?” Elara asked. “I’ve never been to this part of the ship.”

“Yes, almost,” Jax growled. “It’s right here.”

Focus, warrior. Don’t let her tempt you. General Kai is testing you.

He punched in his code and the metal doors whirred open. This was his personal space, his domain, his everything.

It was spartan. A single bed. A desk, a chair. A small kitchen and a cramped shower. No need for luxuries. The pure basics, which is all a true warrior needed.

“This is it?” Elara asked as she looked around. “These are your ‘spacious’ captain quarters?”

“Yes,” Jax said. “Is it not to your liking, princess?”

Her human scent already filled every nook and cranny of this room. Elara’s smell was intense, but not unpleasant. It had a way of making Jax’s heart race uncomfortably fast. It was one of the many reasons he preferred keeping her at arm’s length.

Elara dumped her clothes and toiletries on Jax’s desk. She placed her hands on her hips and assessed the situation.

“Where do you keep your clothes?”

Jax glanced down at his bare chest and leather kilt. “What clothes?”

“You’re kidding me, right? It’s just that one kilt? That’s all you have?”

“One’s all you need.”

Elara shook her head. That couldn’t be right.

“We Dragan’s aren’t as obsessed with our looks as humans are,” Jax said.

Elara snorted. “Yeah, right. That’s why you spend half the day in the gym working out so you can walk around with your big blue pecs out, right? Because you don’t care? I’ve seen you guys comparing biceps before. You’re not fooling me.”

Jax exhaled through his nose loudly. Elara never stopped talking back. She was annoying, stubborn, and far too confident in her own abilities. How nice it would be to shut her up. Perhaps with a kiss. Or his big, thick, long…

Jax shook his head. Focus .

“Your bed only fits one person,” Elara said.

“A brilliant observation, Morgan.”

Elara glared at the cocky alien. “Look. I’m not happy about this either, okay? Trust me, you’re the last person in the world I’d want to share a room with.”

Jax scoffed. “The feeling is mutual.”

“Great. Then let’s figure this out, and start with some basic rules. We need to set up some type of system if we are to last a whole month without going insane. I suggest I take the bed, and you sleep on the floor.”

Jax laughed. “Is that what you think, human? Why would I agree to that?”

“You’re the one who caused this mess, remember?” Elara said. “If you had just followed the general’s orders and had not frozen me out, we wouldn’t be in this mess. It’s only fair if I get the bed.”

Jax took a step towards her. Elara moved back until she bumped into the wall. Damn, this place really was tiny.

“Don’t talk to me about what is fair , human,” Jax growled. “If life on-board this ship was fair , I would get to spank you for your insolence.”

Elara could feel his hot breath on her face. Her heart raced. She had never felt like prey before, but that’s what she was in this moment.

“What’s stopping you?” She asked, looking into the Dragan’s radiant eyes defiantly.

If Jax thought he could intimidate her, he was wrong. You don’t become a top pilot without dealing with a few knuckleheads. Elara had heard it all before.

“Don’t tempt me, human.”

“I have a name, alien . Use it. Call me human one more time, see what happens.” Elara shot back.

Jax’s alien eyes narrowed. “You’re an insolent brat , Elara Morgan,” he growled deeply. “Someone ought to teach you a lesson.”

Elara could feel the grumble all the way in her chest. There was a strong pulse between her legs as she felt the heat radiating off Jax’s body. Her captain was so close to her that their noses were almost touching. Why did this asshole had to have such a sexy, deep voice?!

“Is that someone going to be you?”

In one swift motion, the Dragan captain grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head. He easily held them in place with one large hand, while the other moved towards her neck. Elara gasped as Jax tilted her chin up until their eyes locked.

“It just might be,” he growled. “Now, are you going to be a good, obedient little human?”

Elara’s heart was racing at a million minutes per minute. What was happening? And why wasn’t she stopping him? With her skills, she could break free from his grasp — or at least try — but instead, she stayed there, staring into Jax’s eyes, breathing heavily.

“No,” she said softly. “Make me.”

Jax roared deeply. For a moment Elara expected the captain to kiss her, for their mouths to collide, their tongues to wrestle, for the blue god to grab a fistful of her hair as and hold her tightly in his powerful embrace — but instead Jax loudly hit the wall with an open palm and turned away from the human female.

His blue chest heaved with deep breaths. Elara quickly pushed the waves of disappointment she felt away and straightened herself out.

“We’ll sleep in shifts,” Jax finally suggested, his voice calm. “That is the fairest solution. Agreed?”

“Sure,” Elara said, her voice still a bit shaky. She desperately needed a moment alone to relieve all this tension, but that was going to be hard to come by….

Really hard.