Page 4 of Captured By the Dragon Warrior
No wonder the lizards were the soldiers. Rapid healing? Envy made me take a deep breath and turn away. If only, right? I could still be a Marine instead of a civilian with no fucking clue what I was anymore.
I went and got a washcloth from on top of the laundry Istill hadn’t managed to get upstairs, wetted it, and rubbed some hand soap into it.
“This room is well-appointed,” he said when I came back and handed over the cloth. He’d sprawled out on the couch, looking like he was seconds from renewing that break he’d been taking.
I glanced at the bulge between his legs before making myself look away. “Uh, okay. Thanks.”
In truth, it was my parents’ house, unchanged in the fifty years they’d lived there and mine now because they were gone. Both of their cancers were curable thanks to the aliens, but their arrival had happened three years too late. I couldn’t be sure my father would’ve taken a shot of nanobots, though Mom would’ve. Actually, it was possible she would’ve slipped his into his coffee some morning and let his oncologist tell him he was cured. They’d been like that.
The alien handed the slightly bloodied and nicely folded washcloth back to me. I pitched it into the tub beside the washer in the other room and cleared my throat before attempting to be a good host again.
“How about food? Hungry? Thirsty?” I wasn’t sure how long he’d been held.
He smiled, orange eyes squinting. “I would appreciate both.”
Why was I thinking he was kinda cute? I glanced down again to where the round, flat head of his turquoise blue cock had peeked out earlier. There was a slit in that scale-covered pouch bulging down there and it had looked juicy inside, like his cock might come out lubed. I cleared my throat and looked away as a blush heated my face.
“Um, what sort of foodsdo you like?”
He was still smiling. “I enjoy apples and cheese and would prefer water to drink.”
“Okay.” Would’ve thought he’d be more of a carnivore with those teeth, but whatever. “I can do that.”
I turned to go upstairs, but then he said, “My name is Rampon.”
Fuck me, I had better manners than this. “Rampon, I’m Quincy Boone.”
“Quincy Boone.”
“Right.”
Rampon looked pleased, lacing his big fingers on his stomach and leaning back until his head met the wall behind the couch. He took a deep breath and sighed like everything was cool in his world. Weird dude. I went upstairs and found apples, a block of cheddar, and some water bottles.
Coming back down the stairs, I said, “I figure we can hang out here, rest and recover or whatever, and then in the morning, I’ll go see about finding some way to reach your people.” I set everything on the table in front of him.
“A good plan.” He picked up an apple and chucked the whole thing into his mouth. The crunch was insane and his jaw muscles bulged as he chewed that fist-sized apple like it was a corn chip. He did the same with the other apple.
“Okay. Cool.” I couldn’t help waiting to see what he’d do with the block of cheese.
But instead of eating anything else, he reached between his thick thighs and adjusted himself. Of course, my eyes were right there to stare at that like I wasn’t a grown man who could control himself. Dude was a guest in my house, naked not by choice, and I didn’t need to be staring at his junk like a slut. I resisted adjusting myself, too.
“You keep staring at my cock.”
My face heated instantly. “Yeah, uh, sorry about?—”
“Would you like me to mate you?”
“Ex-excuse me?”
I couldn’t possibly have heard him right, but a flash of turquoise caught my attention. His dick was peeking out. Well, not peeking so much as sliding out like a cobra ready to dance. I gulped and couldn’t stop looking, caught in its one-eyed stare.
CHAPTER 3
RAMPON
Quincy’s reaction to the mere sight of my cock was encouraging. Perhaps he was also moved to solidify our connection through copious amounts of sex? I had to assume it might be possible for a human to also be affected by my pheromones as I was by his. He watched intently while I allowed my cock to emerge fully. The scent of my musk and the pheromones hidden within it might be encouraging his desire to mate with me because his own scent shifted when I tasted the air between us. I leaned back to let him see all of me, resting my arms along the length of the couch, and hoping I pleased him.
My Quincy gulped and licked his lips. His intriguing green-brown eyes kept flicking back and forth between my cock and my face.
