Jax (Astral Mates #7)

Chapter 16

Sixteen

THREE MONTHS LATER…

Elara woke up with her body pressed against Jax’s big blue frame. Her alien protector had one hand around her waist, holding her right breast, as his big blue member was nestled between her cheeks.

They were sleeping in their hut made out of leaves and fallen trees. It had become their cozy home in this alien wilderness.

It only had one bed, and that’s all they ever needed.

Elara smirked and pressed her behind back against Jax. The sleepy alien stirred and groaned. She reached down and ran her thumb across his alien member, feeling the veins, the incessant pulsing, the throbbing need. She was already ready for him.

Every morning she woke up ready.

Elara placed the big blue head against her entrance and pushed back. She bit her bottom lip, groaning as he stretched her out and filled her up completely.

It was a perfect way to wake up.

Jax grunted, his hand squeezing her breast as he woke up. “So needy,” he chuckled as he flexed his member inside of her.

“Uh huh,” Elara said, biting her bottom lip as she moved her hips. “Always for you, Jax.”

Her alien protector claimed her body, as he did every morning. It was how they started every day, and how they ended every one.

Afternoons were for hunting. Jay taught her all his survival skills, and Elara was a quick study. Her smarts and wit impressed the alien warrior deeply.

In the evening Elara would roast their captured game, as Jax perfected his wood-working skills. In the short time they had spent on this alien planet, he had already furnished an entire home out of all the material he could find.

The Dark Sun mercenaries had stopped following them after a month had passed. Whenever their soldiers got close Jax took care of them, and after losing half a dozen squads, they finally got sick of it and went home.

They were out on their afternoon-hunt in the jungle when they heard a strange, unfamiliar sound.

“Sssh,” Jax said. “Listen. Do you hear that?”

In the past few months, they had become acclimatized to the sounds of the jungle. Elara had started cataloging all the different creatures and critters that shared this beautiful planet with them.

And none of them sounded like this . It was somewhere between a squeal and a… moan?

Jax gripped his make-shift spear tightly as he moved silently through the bushes. Elara followed closely, her heart hammering in her throat.

The sounds got louder and louder. Wet, slapping noises. Grunts and groans; a whole chorus of them. What in the world was this strange, alien beast?

Jax pulled a brush to the side and looked. He barely managed to hold a chortle.

“Look,” he whispered to Elara.

She looked over his shoulder — and wished she hadn’t, because she saw her best friend Kylie Peters and the two alien warriors, Zythar and Vexel in an… interesting position.

For someone who claimed she wasn’t ‘built for that’, Kylie was taking two Dragans at the same time rather well.

“Should we say something?” Jax whispered.

“I think we should give them a moment, or uh, two,” Elara whispered back. “Let’s back away and show up again in a minute?”

Jax nodded, and the two left the trio to conclude their bonding. When the sounds had subsided — a good hour later — Elara and Jax made quite a show out of appearing out of the jungle, practically shouting as they cut their way through the brush.

“Hey! You’re alive!” Jax grinned when he stumbled upon the three of them. Kylie was still zipping up her flight suit, her cheeks glossy, as her eyes got as big as saucers.

“Captain!” Vexel shouted.

“You made it!” Zythar joined in.

Elara ran towards her best friend and hugged her tightly as the Dragan warriors greeted each other similarly.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Elara whispered into Kylie’s ear. “Two of them? You go, girl.”

Kylie looked aghast for a moment, and Elara laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

Her best friend poked her in the stomach. “You’ve been spying on us?!”

“Well, you made enough noise to wake half the planet,” Elara teased. “Don’t worry, we didn’t look… for long.”

Kylie narrowed her eyes and then bursted out laughing. “We got a little comfortable, that’s true.”

“Oh, so did Jax and I,” Elara admits.

Kylie gasped. “You did? Finally?!”

“Yeah, finally ,” Elara says. “Yes, yes, you’re right, you’ve been right all along, sure sure, go ahead, gloat.”

Her best friend smiled broadly, and pulled her in for a tight, long hug. “I would never gloat when my best friend finally, FINALLY realizes she wants to hook up with her hunky, alien boss. I would never!”

“Never, right?” Elara said. “What was I thinking!”

Meanwhile, Jax and his two pilots caught up as well. They looked at their laughing human mates for a moment, and shared a look. They didn’t need words to communicate. The message was clear: The humans were theirs to protect.

“Have you seen any of our other ships?” Jax asked.

Zythar shook his head. “I’m afraid we’re the only survivors, captain.”

Jax nodded grimly. “So it seems. I’m glad to have found you three, at least. Tonight, we will have a feast, and commemorate our fallen comrades. They fought bravely.”

“That they did,” Vexel agreed. “Good idea, captain.”

At that moment, a large vessel appeared in the sky overhead. Jax's heart-rate skyrocketed instantly, as he thought it was more Dark Sun mercs looking to enslave his mate.

But then he saw the silhouette properly.

“The Ravenous !” He shouted. “They found us!”