involved in some intergalactic conspiracy?
Why couldn’t I just have grown up with my parents? Why couldn’t I have a normal life? These questions are nothing new; I’ve been wondering the same thing my entire life. But right now these questions are louder and more prominent in my mind than they’ve been in a long time. Perhaps because, for a while there, I thought I was so close to the answers.
Drax’s hand run downs my back, his fingers making small circles on my naked skin. The ship is cold, but his body is warm, and I nuzzle my chest against him. The sound of his heartbeat calms me.
I’m wary of trusting people – and aliens especially, with my parents being kidnapped and all – but there’s something about the Zoran warrior that puts me at ease. When he talks, I feel he’s telling the truth. There are no agendas, no hidden meanings. He speaks from his heart.
Even if this search leads me nowhere, I’m still thankful for the message because it delivered me into his strong, blue arms.
“Why are you so nice to me?” I ask, gazing into his brightly colored eyes.
Drax’s lips curl up into a smile. “What are you talking about?” he says. “You are my mate. It’s my duty to protect you.”
“What do you mean exactly when you say ‘mate’?”
My big blue alien smiles. “It means you are mine, and I am yours. It means I will fight and die for you. It means we are one.”
“But I’m just a human,” I say. “Your kind is bigger, stronger, faster…”
He shut me up with a kiss. “There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, Isa,” he says.
And I believe him.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong somewhere.
It’s just my luck that that place is on a shuttle deep in space, probably being chased by a pack of marauding Silverback gorilla aliens intent on killing us, and we’re heading straight toward their headquarters…
I feel guilty. Here I am, feeling miserable about my childhood, while Drax just yesterday lost his entire crew. I should be the one comforting him!
“Are you… are you okay?” I ask.
Drax raises his eyebrows, as if the question itself is ludicrous.
“What do you mean?”
“You know,” I say. “You’ve been through a lot. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
“Your emotions.”
He shakes his head. “That is not the Zoran way.”
“Well, it is the human way,” I say. “I want you to talk to me.”
“No.”
“ No? ”
“No.”
“If we’re going to be mates, I want you to trust me,” I say. “You have feelings. Express them!”
“We are mates,” Drax growls. “And it is my duty to protect you , not the other way around.”
My eyes grow wide. “Is that how you see this?” I ask. I rise from his lap and fold my arms over my chest. He tries to reach for my hips, but I take a step back, my behind pressing into the ship’s control stick.
“I like you, Drax, but I don’t need your protection,” I say. “I’ve taken care of myself all my life, and I don’t intend to be your trophy… mate, or whatever.”
His yellow eyes are first filled with surprise, and then with anger. He rises from his seat as well, towering over me, his broad chest pressing against mine. This ship’s small compartment is not the perfect place to have our quarrel.
“You shame me?” he growls. “You resist my protection?”
He flexes all his muscles – and his big, blue cock. It throbs between his legs, the large head pressing against my stomach.
Why are we having this argument naked again? It’s hard to focus when I feel his hardness…
“I’m not resisting anything,” I say, glancing down at his blue cock.
That’s a lie.
My mouth waters when I remember how good his member tasted. It’s almost unfair: Drax is the tallest and strongest man I’ve ever seen, and his cock tastes like peaches? I never stood a chance.
I place my open palm on his rock-hard chest. “I don’t know anything about Zorans,” I say, “but