Chapter 6
Six
THE NEXT MORNING…
Elara woke up feeling refreshed. She had many pleasant dreams, even though she could barely remember them. Her bed was a lot more comfy than usual. Bigger too, for some reason. She yawned, rolled over — and looked directly into Jax’s bright, yellow eyes.
Ah!
Elara shrieked! Why was her boss here, in her room?!
Jax frowned. “What is the matter, Elara?”
In a flash, she remembered where she was. Jax’s quarters. Jax’s bed. Her punishment. It all came back to her, and the good vibes she woke up with sank away immediately.
“You startled me,” she stammered as she pulled up the thick, soft, black sheets to cover more of her body with. “Don’t stare at me like that, it’s unnerving.”
“It’s my room, Elara. I’ll do what I want.”
“Ugh, fine. Wait, weren’t we supposed to take turns sleeping in the bed?”
The big blue alien shrugged. “You were talking in your sleep. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Oh. Thank you, I suppose.”
“It won’t be happening again, trust me,” Jax said. “We have to get ready for our shift. Shall I shower first?”
“Sure.”
Her captains stood up, and without waiting for Elara to avert her eyes, dropped his kilt to the ground. For a brief moment the Dragan warrior stood in front of the human in all his naked glory, and her eyes grew as big as saucers as she drank in the fantastic sight.
Then she shut her eyes tightly.
Too late. The image of Jax’s powerful, muscled thighs and his big, blue cock was burned into her retinas already.
“Dude! You can’t do that!”
Jax laughed. “Again, this is my room, Elara. We will see much of each other. Get used to it.”
Elara looked through her lashes, pretending to keep her eyes closed, but actually scanning her captain’s body from head-to-toe. He had his back turned to her as he stepped into the shower.
Damn it. His blue ass was as perfectly sculpted as the rest of his incredible body.
He closed the curtain behind him, and Elara took a deep breath. Finally, a moment where she didn’t have to look at her boss. She closed her eyes and sighed.
This was going to be a long month — especially without her toy. If Jax was going to walk around naked more often, she needed release.
Or she was going to do something very, very silly…
Jax squeezed the base of his manhood.
It was Elara’s turn in the shower now. The human female was soaking up her naked curvy body a mere few feet away from him.
Only a thin shower curtain separated the annoying brat from his throbbing hardness.
Rage and lust coursed through Jax’s veins. The first night spent together had been absolute torture. He had given her the first shift in the bed, but when it was time to switch places, he couldn’t bring himself to wake her.
Why hadn’t he? She was a spoiled, entitled human. She needed to be taught discipline, not coddled. And yet, as she slept so peacefully, she looked…
Beautiful.
Jax had watched her sleep. He pulled up his chair to the bed, and watched the small human rest all night long. He watched her chest rise and fall with every deep breath. He studied her face; her nose; her mouth.
And why? Jax had no idea. This made no sense. This brat invaded his space, claimed his bed, and he wanted to…
To claim her .
Perhaps he just needed to get it out of his system. To mate that spoiled thing all over this room. Pound her submissive human behind on every damn surface. Watch that gorgeous face of hers contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he filled her up, as he stretched her beyond belief with his thick Dragan…
Jax squeezed his cock. A big drop of pre-cum slid down his thick, blue length.
It would be so easy to rip that curtain to the side, bend that small thing over and take her, here and now… so damn easy…
Jax shook his head and growled. Keep it together, pilot. He slid his cock back under his kilt. This was going to be a long, long month.
It was strange, showering with her alien boss a couple of feet away. She was naked and wet, and he was right there .
Elara could hear him breathing heavily.
At least there was a curtain separating them. This was as much privacy as she was going to get all month long — only thirty more nights to go.
Her hand slipped between her legs, and Elara bit her tongue to stifle a moan.
She shouldn’t.
Jax was right there.
This was wrong .
But she needed the release. Desperately . Being in this small space with that hulking, towering man, it made her heart race and her breath quicken.
Her trusty toy was the only reason she even lasted this long with such a dominant and arrogant jerk for a boss. Now that toy was hidden in her room, and she’s all alone with that very same boss, alone and naked…
She closed her eyes and shuddered, the faintest of moans leaving her lips. Ahh..
“Are you okay?” Jax growled in that deep, rich voice of his.
“Y-y-eahhh w-w-whyy?” Elara stuttered, her legs trembling fiercely. Damn bastard ruined the moment!
“I heard a noise,” Jax replied. His voice sounded breathier as well.
“I’m fi-fi-fine,” Elara replied, shutting the hot water off. She needed a cold shower to get rid of these wanton thoughts, running through her mind constantly. “Totally… totally fine, Jax.”
If only that were true.
30 more nights to go…