Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Olzi
So my impulsive decision to mate myself to the random human man may not have been made with the best logic, but his talk of control had been so damn tempting.
Logan didn’t look as haggard as I felt but, then again, Logan’s physical beauty may have outshone any exhaustion he was feeling.
And his easy going, upbeat nature shone through in his wide smiles.
Aunga’ri rarely smiled, but humans seemed to do it almost too much.
“So, how do we start this psychic link thing?” he asked, rubbing the spot on his neck where I’d marked him. “I swear I could feel you jerking off last night in my own dick.”
I ducked my head, not wanting to admit that I’d felt something similar. And I wanted to lick that spot on his neck, to make sure he knew who he belonged to. He paced the length of the narrow hall outside my cell, staring at me, then down at the floor.
“What happened to the knife you had when I came in here yesterday?” Well, that was an abrupt change of subject.
“What knife?” I asked, trying to keep my voice innocent.
“I might not want you to choose an honorable death if we’re now bound. I’d prefer… other things. Things that require you to be alive.”
“Perhaps you’d like to come closer and look for it.” I wasn’t trying to escape, because escaping wouldn’t get me anywhere.
“If you want me to touch you, just ask,” he said.
“Touch me.” The words spilled out before I could stop them, a mix of the hormones, which made me submissive to the one I was bound to, and my attraction to him.
“Give me the knife and I will,” he said.
“I won’t hurt you with it.” Technically, I couldn’t hurt him with it. It would go against my own primal instincts.
“Easier not to hurt me — or yourself — with it if you don’t have it.
He slapped his hand against the biometric panel that controlled the lock to my cell, and we both watched the bars drop.
My heart pounded as he stalked in close.
He was almost a head taller than me, leaner than most Aunga’ri, but still muscular.
I looked up into his dark eyes, and he smirked.
Could he already read my thoughts? The psychic connection between two paired Vul was more instinct and emotion, but it seemed like my brother could do more with it. Would it be the same for me?
“Give me the damn knife. You can’t have a weapon,” he snapped.
He grabbed my shirt, lifting me off the ground and I growled, lashing my tail around his arm and using the leverage to throw him off balance and slam him down to the floor.
He grunted, and I felt his pain as if it were my own, but I couldn’t stop, even as he slammed his hips up and flipped me over, straddling me.
“What the fuck? Cut it out.” He tried to pin my hands, but I snarled and went for his throat, rolling us back over so I was on top, my knee on his chest, my fangs on his neck, but I couldn’t bite him.
I couldn’t harm him at all. I backed off, breathing hard, because something about touching his skin with my mouth was unsettling.
He tasted salty, smelled like… Logan. I couldn’t explain the allure of his unique scent.
His dark brown eyes roamed over my face, taking in everything.
“I wasn’t going to use the knife. But you can’t have it,” I whispered. “I’m on a space station full of people who want me dead. It’s like my security blanket.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re hard.” Man, he was easily distracted.
“What?”
He did some kind of fancy move with his legs, kicking out and rotating so he was on top of me, straddling me again, his lips inches from mine.
He pressed his hips down, his voice a soft purr.
“You’re hard for me.” He shifted, and the thick length of his cock slid against mine, his soft pants letting me feel every pulsing inch of him.
He was hard, too. And big. “Perhaps I can be your security blanket.”
“It’s the venom,” I said with a sigh. I couldn’t stop my hips from pressing back. My reaction was involuntary, my body thrumming with the need for him.
He lifted his head a little and studied me, his eyebrows up. “Why did you mark me? The truth.”
“I don’t know. You made it sound like I’d have control over you,” I muttered. “But I didn’t, because you left.”
“So?” He shifted and groaned as our cocks pressed more tightly together. His hands were on mine, skin on skin, pinning me down, and it was everything I needed.
“It fucking hurt when you left. Not like my feelings are hurt, but like an intense, physical ache. So if you were under my control, you wouldn’t have left.”
“I knew it would hurt you,” he murmured. “I thought I could make you talk, or get the information about the Vul out of you somehow. Now… I don’t know.”
“You will struggle to do things now that might hurt me. And I need to be near you now or it’s painful. And when I’m near you…” I trailed off, not wanting to admit what being close to him did to me. “Surely Cix has told you about that part if he’s married to your sister.”
He nodded, flopping over onto his back next to me.
The perfect opportunity to kill him, according to every Vul military strategy.
And yet, I couldn’t. He raised an eyebrow, turning to face me, settling his cheek on his elbow.
I loved his eyes, which were a deep, rich brown, slanted at the corners in a way I found sexy, especially the way they crinkled when he grinned.
So different from a Vul or Aunga’ri’s eyes.
“What you didn’t realize was that I’m nobody. If you take control of me, it gets you nowhere but into my bedroom, with my dick buried deep inside you.”
“If I was in control, wouldn’t it be the other way around?
” Shit, why was I arguing about sexual positions with him?
He reached out and wove his fingers through mine, and we lay there for a moment, just staring at the ceiling, breathing hard.
And I felt a rich, warm sort of feeling with the contact, one that made me want to touch more of him.
“So you have no control over me, and I’ve got no secret window into your Vul military knowledge. And we both desperately want to fuck each other. Clearly, neither of us is that smart.
I laughed, turning to face him. “Tell me the full story.” Because I knew, somewhere deep down, that there was more to the story.
“It’s intriguing, being so close to someone. I’d resigned myself to dying before the lovely doctor did her thing. Now, suddenly, I have a whole life in front of me, but I’m trapped in limbo.”
“And I’m just trapped,” I muttered.
“Yeah, I understand that my limbo is nothing compared to your actual captivity. But I see how my sister is with your brother, and it’s this intimate connection.
It looks incredible.” He stood, helping me to my feet.
He reached for a pair of cuffs by the door and linked one around my wrist. Now that I was aware of him, every touch sent tingly warmth straight to my cocks. “It feels incredible already.”
I was quiet for a moment, staring down at the cuff as he fastened a second one to himself.
I was bound to him now, both physically and chemically.
“There’s a theory among our people that only some people are truly compatible enough for a pairing.
And if you find the one you are truly compatible with, your body just knows, and that knowledge defies reason or logic. Basically, it makes you an idiot.”
“So you didn’t care that you wouldn’t be free, and you wouldn’t be back with your people. Because your body wanted me.” He winked, his half-smile full of mischief.
“Like I said, I was an idiot.”
“Cix was impulsive with his tail, too. Maybe he knew Mia and her husbands were it for him. He’s happy about his decision now.”
“Yeah, I might need a little time with that one.” I shook my head at him, but couldn’t help but smile a little.
“Well, in the meantime, give me the knife.” He held out his hand, and the stern command in his voice compelled me. “I can’t have you hurting yourself or anyone else. Not if you’re mine.”
Reluctantly, I pulled the knife out of the hidden pocket along the waistband of my pants and handed it to him. He weighed it in his hand for a moment, then dumped it into some kind of waste receptacle, which made me yelp a protest.
“I’m taking you to see the doctor. Hopefully, we’ll get you cleared to stay with me instead of in the cell. She’ll give you the medical clearance. Maybe.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
He shrugged. “Your cell looks cozy.”
“You wouldn’t sleep in here with me.”
“You said it was physically painful for you to be separated from me for long periods of time. I know pain, and I’m not gonna put my weird orange alien soulmate through that.”
“Handsome orange soulmate,” I muttered, and he turned to me, settling his hand under my chin.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Olzi,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine. “But that doesn’t make you not weird.” He winked, then dipped his chin and brushed his lips against mine, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my mouth at that contact. He felt so damn good.
I knew it was the hormones, but I didn’t know this was what they would do to me.
He opened his mouth, teasing my lips open with his tongue and then forcing it inside, and I whimpered, sucking eagerly on him as he dominated me.
When he pulled back, he looked supremely satisfied with himself, and I wanted to punch him.
Or to rip off all of our clothes and figure out how to come together.
“Right. So, doctor.”
“What doctor?” I was confused by the way his mind worked. I was still thinking sex, and he had already moved on to another topic.
“She’s gorgeous. I have the biggest crush on her,” he said, winking. “You’ll see.”
“I’d never have a crush on an Aunga’ri.”
“Sorry, bro, you bound yourself to me.” He snapped the other cuff closed around his wrist. “When my heart goes pitter-patter for a beautiful woman, yours will too.”
“That’s not how it works,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“Tell that to Cix. He bound himself to my sister, but he’s just as crazy about both of her husbands. He can’t be away from Axel for more than a few hours without his hormones going all wonky.”
“That makes no sense.”
“The doctor thinks your kind transmits things sexually or by other physical touch beyond that first link. That’s how it becomes an everlasting bond, rather than coming from a singular moment. Axel can’t stand to be without him, either. T’ukka and Mia are bonded to Cix, too, but not like Axel is.”
“So I could recover from what I did?”
Logan shook his head. “I can recover from what you did. Cix almost died.”
“Oh fantastic, you can leave me at any time, and if you do, I might die.”
He ducked his head close to mine, resting his forehead against mine as he cupped my cheek. “You got your dumb ass into this mess, you know.”
“Shut up.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you die if your lifeline is sucking my dick.”
“Ew. We do not put our mouths on other people’s genitals.”