Chapter 9
GILLIAN
Idropped this huge alien male on his arse twice, and he is claiming he wants to do…things…to me.
What I did would not normally be considered foreplay. But then, I’m not on Earth anymore. And Dalox can turn into a dragon. Who knows what foreplay is to him.
My mind flashes over everything which has happened between us so far. Have I somehow come on to him?
I mean, he doesn’t look like a bag of spanners. He’s certainly easy on the eye, and I’ve always liked my men big and bulky, which Dalox most certainly is. I’m not saying I wouldn’t.
But also…we’ve only just met. All he’s done is growl at me and claim he owns me. So on that basis…I wouldn’t.
Would I?
“Er, no.” I take a step back, although I find my feet don’t actually want to move as much as my brain seems to want them to. “We won’t be doing anything like that. Now, can you take me back to the other human women please? We need to arrange to get back to Earth.”
Dalox makes no attempt to take hold of me again. It’s almost as if he’s made his announcement, the words are out there, and he’s happy to let it sit, like that, until such a time as he gets his way.
Not happening.
“I can bring the females to you,” Dalox says. “But I do not believe they wish to return to your home planet. Many of them are mated to my fellow warlords.”
“Mated?”
“Yes, they danced for them, and now they are filled with sarkarnlings.” Dalox lifts his chin and stares down his nose at me.
My head thumps gently at the tender point.
Things have gone from making sense to not making sense at all.
“I just want to know they’re okay.” My voice is weak, and my legs suddenly feel like lead.
“Little mate?” Dalox’s voice sounds too far away.
“Not your mate…”
My vision weirdly dims, darkness creeping in around the edges. I feel floaty and wrong.
“I need to sit down.”
Strong arms guide me over to the dip in the floor, which turns out to be a cushioned area. It’s comfortable, and now I’m off my feet, I feel a little better.
“I should take you back to the healing pod,” Dalox says, sitting across from me.
“I’ll be fine. I just need to rest.”
He growls under his breath, an honest to goodness growl.
“I’m really not on Earth anymore, am I?” I wince. “I keep hoping this is all some terrible vivid dream brought on by eating cheese. But cheese doesn’t really cause bad dreams, and I haven’t woken up.”
“I do not know this heezz,” Dalox says. “But it sounds like paraxio, and I forbid my warriors from taking it.”
“I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, closing my eyes. “I just want to go home, be close to my mum, do what she asked me to do.”
“What did she ask you to do?” Dalox is, again, a long way away.
“She asked me to continue her work.” I hiccup a sob. “But how can I do that if I’m here instead?”
I feel the tears slip from under my eyelids, even if I didn’t want them. Even if I decided I wouldn’t cry, not until I had to.
This isn’t the time or the place. But it’s happening anyway. Right in front of the massive alien I’d rather not be showing any emotion to.
For a long time there is silence. I think I like it, but also I think I might be dead, and that wasn’t my intention.
“Hey.” A soft voice breaks into my silence.
There’s something cool on my forehead.
“Hey,” I reply, opening my eyes.
Lydia lifts the cloth away and smiles at me. I’m still in the cave, but she is there too.
“Dalox came and got me.” She looks away from me and with some effort I follow her gaze.
Dalox sits opposite, leaning forward, resting his head on his fingers, watching me intently. Or rather watching us. His eyes track every move Lydia makes.
I’m not sure what to think, save for my head still hurts.
“Why?”
“Like all of the Sarkarnii, he hasn’t been around females of any kind for a long time,” Lydia says, putting the cloth back on my forehead. “I doubt he knew what to do if you weren’t feeling well.”
“No females?”
“They all died,” Lydia says quietly. “When they came to this galaxy. The Sarkarnii males have been on their own ever since.”
“I guess that’s what all the breeding stuff was about.”
Lydia puts her hand over her mouth with a gasp.
“He’s in rut for you.” She glances half fearfully and half salaciously at Dalox.
My brain has absolutely had it with this place.
“What on…earth…does that mean?” I sigh.
“It means he really, really wants to bone you, and he is not going to leave your side until it happens,” Lydia says, with a huge grin on her face.
Great. Just what I need.