Chapter 4
Chapter four
Olzi
“Is no one else going to interrogate me?” I asked, pacing my small cell.
“Just you?” Logan had been coming into my jail every day, asking me questions about the whereabouts of the Vul soldiers still on Earth.
It had been days since I’d seen anyone but Logan in my cell, and my plan wouldn’t work without someone else.
Anyone else, really, because there was no way I was going to bind myself to this man.
I was trained in resisting interrogation, and his efforts were casual at best. If he wanted information, he might consider something more along the lines of torture. Not that I was going to suggest he torture me.
“Oh, you know you like me.” He paced the room and opened a cabinet full of whips and blades, and my mind produced a mental image of being tied up naked by him while he spanked me. It wasn’t at all arousing, though. My cocks were hardening for other reasons.
“Do you have nothing better to do?” Maybe I was his only assignment. His determination was impressive and annoying. He picked up a small crop, and I glanced at it, my eyes widening. He lifted it and showed it to me.
“What do you think this is for? Funny, the handle almost makes it look like a sex toy.” He turned it in his big hands, stroking his fingers down the length of the phallus-shaped handle in a way that seemed almost pornographic, though I was sure he was just examining it.
As he had spoken to me over the past few days, he kept casually bringing up torture, in a way that sounded almost like flirtation, but surely couldn’t have been. He had also continued to mention Cix and how much his sister and the others doted on my brother. How they bent to his every will.
My brother was a lucky bastard. He got a beautiful little human, and I got this big oaf.
Why couldn’t a lovely human female take Logan’s place?
If I was going to bind myself to someone for manipulation, it would be better if that person wasn’t a massive Aunga’ri-human hybrid with a wicked smile and muscles that could surely overpower me.
It would be better if I wasn’t having nonstop fantasies about being bent over the table in the middle of the room, tied up, and spanked.
Maybe he’d find the erogenous area under my tail, and torture it the way I liked, finding the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain to make me come.
“Why don’t you use it?” I taunted. “Or is your interrogation technique to bore me to death until I finally give up the information?”
Putting the crop back and closing the cabinet, Logan leaned against the far wall of the interrogation room that sat across from my cell, staring at me in that straightforward way he had.
He folded his arms over his chest, his shoulder muscles bulging big enough that they looked like they were about to break his shirt.
Of course, Logan knew what I could do, and had told me as much, so he always remained carefully out of reach of my tail. He was worried about it, about the amount of control I’d have over him if I got too close. Perhaps that was why he wasn’t trying to torture me.
“Unfortunately, I’m all you get. Even if you’re tired of looking at my ugly face,” he said. He wasn’t ugly, and he knew it. I wondered what he had looked like as a human. The refined planes of his face didn’t quite seem Aunga’ri, even if his skin tone matched that of the purple aliens.
“I can’t put in a request to be interrogated by someone prettier?” I asked, smirking at him.
He rolled his eyes. “What, so you can turn them into your mate?” Again, he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.
But, of course, I was intrigued by the thought of bending someone to my will with my tail dart.
Still, I would prefer to bond myself to a human woman the way my brother had, not to whatever Logan was.
Some sort of hybrid between a harmless species and my worst enemy.
“Why did you side with them in this?” he asked, his warm brown eyes skimming over me. He was keeping his distance, which made sense, since he’d been warned about the tail. I wondered how my brother had gotten close enough to do what he did. Cix was a nervous ball of energy at best.
“Why did I side with my own people in a war? Surely you must be joking.”
“The humans did nothing to your people, Olzi. You had no reason to kill them.” He stared me down, those dark eyes seeing everything.
And my stomach turned. I had killed a man who had done nothing to deserve it, simply because those had been my orders.
And the more Logan brought it up, the more I hated myself for my unquestioning obedience.
“Once they side with the Aunga’ri, they’ll be just as evil as those purple bastards. Or, like you, they’ll be one of them.”
“Oh really?” He stepped forward at my taunting, looking irritated, which was my point, really.
I could get any of them to forget that they were my enemy with a few choice words, and Logan’s temper didn’t seem any better than an Aunga’ri’s.
I looked up into those dark eyes, trying not to let my gaze skim over the way his muscles flexed under his snug-fitting black shirt.
It was because I was intimidated by his size, not because I appreciated the beauty and symmetry of the big man.
“You can’t possibly believe that your actions were justified,” he breathed.
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of whatever was happening. It was as if the pheromones in my tail had already fired, and when he got close, my skin tingled. “We have to obey our leader. He knows what’s best for our people.”
“You sure about that?” Logan asked. This was the closest a person had gotten to me in a month.
I could smell him. It wasn’t that my tail was itching to mark him in particular, it was that he was my only option.
I would be permanently bound to this man, but hopefully I’d be free of this prison, and of whatever death sentence they had planned for me.
And almost as if it had a will of its own, my tail lashed out at him. The pleasure of bonding myself to him was unexpected, and I almost orgasmed from the intensity of it. I whimpered, stepping back as my dicks throbbed against the seam of my pants.
Logan blinked at me, rubbing the spot on his neck that was now mine. “Thank you.” Well, that was an odd thing for him to have said in this moment.
“Release me. Now,” I ordered, wondering if it took a while for the mind control to kick in.
Logan tilted his head, still rubbing the spot. “What exactly did you think would happen here?”
“You are now under my control, like Axel, and the others are controlled by Cix.”
He threw back his head and laughed, and the way he looked while laughing made me even harder. My biological imperative now was to fuck him. Or to be fucked by him, and suddenly I found him far more handsome. My eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants, and I licked my lips.
“Hungry for my cum?” he asked, grinning wickedly. I shook my head, because that was disgusting, wasn’t it?
“Our people don’t put our mouths on each other’s genitals. What kind of primitive practice is that?”
He shook his head, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.
“Interesting, because for a moment there, you looked like you wanted my dick stuffed down your throat. Anyway, I’ll be leaving now.
I’ll stop back in a few days to see how much pain you’re in.
Perhaps at that point, you’ll decide you want to tell me the locations of the Vul operatives you know about. ”
“Did you play me?” I asked, frowning.
“Did I?” He reached for the panel that controlled the door, running his key card over it, then glanced back over his shoulder one last time.
He turned back, studying me. “Now I’m in your head,” he said, and stalked out of the room, leaving me with an ache in my gut and a throbbing erection that I wasn’t sure what to do about.