Page 40 of Stolen Slave

“I’m trying not to overthink the process that made me this way. The result is really incredible.”

He ran his hands over my arms then set a palm on my back.

“I’m pretty confident I know my way around the ship now. Don’t suppose you’d consider letting me walk, would you?”

His gaze flicked over my face, and for a brief moment, I thought he might understand. Then he picked me up and started out the door.

“Right. You’re my mobility assistant. Got it.”

He went straight to the shower room, and I cringed.

“Do we really need to do this first thing?”

He called the toilet out from the wall and petted my arms as I allowed its molestation. It was over in seconds.

“How about we skip the rest?” I asked hopefully, not trusting myself.

He started stripping.

Sighing, I turned my back to him. It wasn’t as if I was living my worst life, having frequent rubdowns and skin that literally shined with health. My worst life had been with those other aliens. So why was I being so reluctant?

Because I was starting to like this alien, and I didn’t know what I was going to do about those feelings once I went back home. Earth had a strict no aliens on the surface rule. That meant any alien-human couples were in space only. And the view I’d seen the prior day had almost made me panic. But weirdly not.

His hands slid between my cheeks. I widened my stance and shivered at the feel of his fingers gliding over that sensitive space. My core clenched again. How did he make everything feel so good?

Thankfully, he didn’t feel the need to wash it a second time and turned me around to coat my front. My nipples pebbled under his touch again, but he didn’t roll them between his fingers. And instead of skipping my folds and addressing them when I was straddling his lap, he added a dollop to his palm and rubbed it into my folds while I stood.

He didn’t rush. But he wasn’t taking his time either.

Frowning down at his head while he worked the cream into my shins, I wondered what was going on. A horrible thought struck me, and my stomach twisted. What if he’d been put off by my behavior?

I had no idea what this washing process meant. Was this some kind of ritual and I’d ruined it? I had no clue.

No clue about anything.

“I really, really wish we could talk.”

He looked up at me, tilting his head and frowning slightly.

“I have no idea if you’re mad at me. Happy? Annoyed? Maybe you’re stuck with me and trying to make the best of your circumstances, and every time I don’t fall in line, you think I’m being ungrateful. I hate not knowing what you’re thinking and what’s happening or why it’s happening. I also hate knowing that I should be upset by so much but I’m acting like it’s all no big deal. Just another day in the office.”

He stood, drew me into his arms, and carried me over to the bench to sit with me crossways on his lap. While I relaxed against him, I trailed my fingers over his abs, playing with the ridges, and noted he didn’t have a belly button either.

He closed his hand over mine and stopped my exploration.

I was being so stupid, I realized. I knew from the Earth news that outer space had more types of aliens out there than our leaders wanted to acknowledge. I also knew the majority of those species were struggling to thrive. Some due to hostile planet conditions. Some due to low female birth rates. That was why the leaders of Earth had agreed to the Lottery Treaty. We needed protection against the aliens that would seek to steal our resources.

My abduction and abuse had opened my eyes to what being alone in space meant. I needed protection from the kinds of aliens who wanted to hurt me. I’d never stopped to think how taking me in might have impacted Khorahn’s life.

I’d been solely focused on how it had impacted mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY

KHORAHN

Flek, I was dying a slow death. Vya’s sweet scent had changed subtly after her release. The soft sounds she’d made while she found pleasure at my hand still echoed in my ears.

My ambal swelled and my cock kicked, demanding I adjust it to a mating position. Instead, I smoothed my hand over hers and did my best to ignore the demanding organ. Once I adjusted it, there would be no denying the mating urge, and it was taking every ounce of control I had not to spread her legs and see if I could bring her joy again.

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