Chapter Seven

Samantha:

Knox’s meaty hands pinned me to the wall. I squirmed, kicking, but it was like he wasn’t seeing me or hearing my shouts to let me go. Almost like he was seeing his enemy and that was so not a good thing.

“Hey, Knox, it’s me. Samantha,” I said, trying to keep my voice light.

His muscle twitched and his eyes were back to black again. Not good, so not good.

The Roulex had killed someone dear to him? A sister maybe? No wonder he was freaked out. But that didn’t give him permission to man-handle me.

“You’re a clever woman, but I’m not so easily swayed.” His fingers dug into my shoulders, but I ignored the pain.

I had to figure a way out of him holding me up against the wall like this because I was suddenly too aware of him. Of his wicked strength like he could hold me all night and never tire. Of how well-endowed he had to be for his size. I mean the man—alien—had huge hands and feet and what they said about both applied to every partially humanoid species I’d ever been around. But instead of looking at me like he wanted to lick me all over, Knox’s sexy mouth was twisted into a snarl. And he wasn’t making any sense.

Maybe he was reliving some nightmare this place had done to him. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead like he was straining against some great weight.

“Stop it.” I pushed against his chest which was a wall of rippled muscles. All my effort didn’t move him a fraction. God, he was super strong and my heart did a little flutter in my chest at his nearness instead of being weary like I should have been.

“Is this what you want?” He leaned forward, his eyes dilated again, then he sniffed my hair.

The weight and warmth of his body as he was so close to me, sent a surge of adrenaline through me. “Get off me.” I shoved hard again.

He chuckled. The horned bastard actually laughed at me. “We both know that’s not what you want, but I know a way to shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Bastar—”

His lips crushed onto mine like I was his lifeline and for a moment I gave in. His sensual touch numbed my mind. I couldn’t think except for him and me, right here, right now. His kiss was hungry and feverish. Something deep inside me ached for him, blossomed under his anger-fueled kiss. His kiss was the kind to make my panties wet in a heartbeat. Yet, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was wearing stupid, itchy prison clothes.

No. I didn’t want this—couldn’t want this. I pushed against his chest, and he hiked my legs around his waist. His erection pressed hard against my stomach. My traitorous body shuddered beneath him.

His hands held hard onto my hips, thrusting his hardness to my core. If it hadn’t been for my clothes and his, he’d be inside me. That idea made liquid heat pool between my legs.

Knox kissed me more, but now it was a passionate, lustful kiss, and so hot I was melting in his arms. I could totally forget how to think if he kept this up.

His growl sent shivers of pleasure into my core. He rubbed his dick back and forth over my sex and even though I still wore the prison pants, I felt the euphoria of him stroking me and my climax built. I clung to him, and my nails dug into his shoulders.

His kiss swept me away. And when his hand reached up, pinching my nipple through my prison shirt, I exploded.

My back arched and I gasped as he ground into me. Holy fuck! We weren’t even having sex, but I was already climaxing. How much better would it be if we were naked and all the way together?

I traced a hand up his shoulder and neck, to one of his horns and rubbed it up and down. My reward was a low growl in his throat that sent shivers of anticipation through me.

He kissed my jawline, then down my neck. His hands feeling along the hem of my pants.

“Oh God,” I said in a breathless whisper. “I can’t.”

This felt more erotic than anything I’d ever done before. I don’t know if it was because Knox was an alien or that he looked like a horned angel. Or that his body seemed to call to mine. He’d said he was dangerous. I needed to focus on that and not my burning libido.

I trembled beneath his touch, needing to stop this before we went too far, yet part of me didn’t care. His erection pressing against me felt huge and thick. I licked my lips, anticipation crashing into me. I wanted this more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Like if I had a choice between breathing and him sinking into me, I’d be hard-pressed not to choose the latter. His touch on me felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop.

He yanked down his pants, then mine, rubbing his thick cock back and forth over my sex. I arched harder, his tip pressing into me a fraction. I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think straight. Dangerous. He’d warned me.

I couldn’t do this. Yet, I didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop and I clung to him, giving in to the passion. I thrust my hips forward and his cock slid in a fraction. Not enough. Not nearly enough. I wanted him deeper. “More,” I breathed out.

His body went completely rigid.

“What is it?” I asked, panting, feeling the sudden change of temperature in the room from boiling hot to glacial.

Knox clenched his jaw so tight I heard his teeth grind. “I nearly fell for your tricks.”

Before I could get my bearings or ask what the hell he was talking about, he pushed my legs off his waist. His wonderful cock, which hadn’t gone in but a fraction, slid out of me and he stepped back like I was vile. He yanked up his pants.

I hiked up my pants before sliding down the wall. Embarrassment slammed into me. “Wait, we’re not even going to talk about this?”

His erection still pressed against his clothing so I could tell that this wasn’t a performance issue. Was it me then? Had the thought of actually going through with having sex with a human suddenly disgusted him? No, it couldn’t be that cause he’d been just as hot and heavy as I had been until something snapped inside that brain of us.

“There is nothing to discuss. And do not worry, it will never happen again.” Knox stomped to the other end of the cell, as far as he could get from me and laid down. His back and wings to me.

Well, Knox knew just how to make a girl feel warm and special. Part of me was irritated, but the other part, a deeper instinctual part said that there was more going on than I thought. And a bigger part of me was furious that Knox was running away again. That he wasn’t staying to work this out between us or at least tell me what the hell had gone wrong. Why he’d suddenly wanted to shut down again.

A snicker sounded from the barred door. Three Roulex stood there gawking with their buggy, black eyes. Their scales were a purplish color, rather than the usual dull green, and heat broke up my chest and into my face. They’d been watching. Was that why Knox had suddenly turned so cold?

Breeder—that’s the word they had used that I thought was a mistranslation. Fuck no!

They leered at me and I crossed my arms over my chest, sinking to the dirty, prison floor. They must have been what Knox had been talking about, them tricking us.

When the Roulex gave up, seeing neither I nor Knox were giving them any entertainment, they left. I couldn’t believe my life had come to this: hoping for snatches of ecstasy with an alien I barely knew and yearning for intimacy without gawkers.

For a long time, I stared at Knox, unable to say anything. My body still buzzed from his kisses…his touch. But even though he wasn’t moving or saying anything, he still gave off strong vibes to stay away from him.

Fine. Wasn’t my fault that either of us were locked in this cell together. Or that our jailers could watch us whenever they wanted. Hell, I was surprised they came in person as I had no doubt they had cameras rigged in the ceilings. I didn’t even want to think about what else they might do to us.

I leaned against the stone wall and hugged my knees to my chest. As much as I hated being a prisoner, able to be spied on at any given moment, the rush of Knox holding me and kissing me lingered. So much so that if he glanced at me, I’d probably strip naked and mount him.

Shit. What the hell was wrong with me? He was an alien, the first one I’d ever kissed. I shook my head. He wasn’t the first I’d ever had a crush on. I’d just never acted on my impulses before. Though I had gone to many alien male strip clubs. I mean, a girl can check out the merchandise even if she doesn’t purchase anything. It was educational only, I had told myself, and it was definitely that. But with humans being nearly an endangered species, knowing what hooking up with an alien guy might have under the trunk was a good thing to know.

One of my friends from high school was a mail-order bride for Nebrolos and those guys had two penises with barbs along the base and their balls. No. No thank you.

There were strict rules and tons of restrictions on Earth that made it nearly impossible to be with an extra-terrestrial. If any earthlings wanted wild, crazy sex, they had to go off planet. And since I had worked all the time, I never took a vacation farther than New Florida. So, I never pushed and honestly had never been attracted or tempted by an alien. Had they spiked our food with some type of sexual inhibitor?

I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to calm my still racing heart.

Knox’s soft breathing told me he was asleep. His dark feathers covered him and every so often they trembled. I wanted to reach out and comfort him. To tell him it was okay and that I understood his not wanting to be together here or especially with an audience. How we could work through this together. But he was sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t have the heart to disturb him. Not even to cozy up against him.

Even though I was exhausted from everything, no way was I going to lay down on this filthy floor. I shuddered from the idea and the coldness seeping into me from the stones. I’d sleep sitting up.

The Roulex wanted us to mate and get a cheap thrill? Would they sell our offspring or worse? The idea made bile rush into the back of my throat. That was a big reason not to give in to any urges no matter how desperate we were.

A whimpered groan sounded from Knox and I bit my lip. Was he having a nightmare? I crept forward, lightly touching the edge of his wing, which was softer than velvet.

He jerked upright, staring at me like he didn’t see me.

Oh shit! I scrambled backward, but his hand shot out, grabbing my ankle. I crashed to the floor. Not this again. If he choked me for a third time, I was never going to forgive him. I slammed my foot against him, but he didn’t stop dragging me toward him. I didn’t even have to look to know his eyes would be black—and my breath caught in my throat—what if I couldn’t rouse him from his murderous state?

“Knox, stop. Wake up!”