Page 34 of Infala: Bonded to the Enemy
The men hurried out, glad that only Grallox had incurred the commander’s wrath. For all their talk in private, they still feared him, at least on an instinctive, self-preservation level. He might be going down for what happened on the surface, but if they weren’t careful, he could take them with him.
Valin glared down at the woman on the deck with a look of pure annoyance.
“This is precisely why females are never allowed to be kept aboard,” he grumbled. “A distraction to the men. A disruption to the order of things.”
“I—”
“Silence! You do not speak.”
He reached out and shut off the water, shaking his head. “Water may recycle, but we do not waste it,” he said, quieter, but his anger still very much bubbling under the surface. He stared at the nude woman as her skin cooled, the water evaporating off her body.
Shalia’s nipples grew hard from the unexpected chill, and with it a tingle in her belly as she looked up at the man towering over her. His massive cock was clearly outlined in his trousers. And as he sized her up, she saw it move, growing harder, lengthening beneath the fabric.
Valin jerked slightly, shifting in his own clothes. He turned and looked at her clothing folded on the nearby shelf.
He pointed to the spot in front of him. “Come here,” he growled, his low voice rumbling her to the core as it reverberated off the hard walls and floor.
Shalia moved to rise.
“No. On your hands and knees. Crawl to me.”
A flush of heat blossomed in her belly, spreading lower with a growing tingle that only increased as she did as he said, crawling toward him, nude and exposed, her ass in the air, her labia swelling against her will as she moved. It was so wrong, but somehow not, in a weird, primal way.
She stopped in front of him and looked up. His crotch was in front of her face, and once again that intoxicating smell of him wafted to her nose, triggering her body like that damn candle’s scent. His cock stirred again. It had grown, she noted. Longer. Thicker. And it was still enlarging, hardening in his trousers, and pulling the material tight as she stared up at him. Shalia’s mouth watered in spite of herself.
Valin’s eyes flashed something new. Confusion? Lust? Anger? She couldn’t quite tell.
He bent down, his hands wrapping around her. He hauled her up easily, her rock-hard nipples grazing against the radiantly hot bulge of his cock as he did, sending a jolt of electric tingles racing to her pulsing clit. Shalia was wet in a flash, and in a way that had nothing to do with the shower. It took all of her willpower not to groan.
Valin twitched hard from the contact as well, his body reacting in spite of whatever his brain was telling him. He placed her onher feet but stayed close, regarding her nude body with a heavy-lidded look.
“Your runes. They are unusual,” he said, almost hesitant as he traced their lines with his thick finger.
Shalia’s body erupted with tingling goosebumps, her nipples straining and hard, her breasts feeling taut as her skin tightened as his light touch on her collarbone moved lower. She shuddered in spite of herself, her wetness threatening to drip from her labia if he kept this up.
“These heal differently than I’ve seen before,” he mused, his fingers continuing to trace the lines running all over her body, his hand grazing her breast as it moved still lower, following the design blended with her body’s natural curves. “You will be fully healed any time now,” he said as his hands examined her body with a surprisingly soft touch, his voice quieter, with an almost velvety weight to his words.
She could smell him. Feel his heat increase significantly. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t just her, she was sure of it.
Valin stepped back abruptly, pulling her clothes from the shelf and shoving them into her arms. “Dress yourself and wait in your quarters. One of the men will collect you to prepare dinner.”
With that he turned and stalked off. He walked with a slight limp, she noted, his stride hampered by the erection pulling his trousers tight.
Shalia dressed quickly, worried, aroused, and confused what the hell was happening to her.
“Hot damn, what was that?” she mused as she stepped into the quiet solitude of her quarters, a dull throbbing ache in her belly.
She shook her head and took several deep breaths. “Get a grip, Shalia. Get a grip. It was nothing.”
But somewhere in the back of her mind she felt it wasn’t nothing. Not by a long shot. But what, exactly, was happening was a mystery to her. One that could change her life forever.
18
Shalia had done her best to gather her composure as she waited in her quarters. Someone would come fetch her, at which point she would be thrust into the frenzy of coming up with something palatable for the crew’s dinner. That would require all of her focus, and she found herself actually looking forward to it. This weird thing with Valin, whatever it had been, was freaking her out. Something to take her mind off it would be a welcome relief.
She got her wish soon enough.
It was one of the crew she hadn’t interacted with before who came to get her. Apparently, Grallox had drawn his commander’s ire and would be having no further personal encounters with the female captive. This man’s name was Dorvat, and while he was still a gruff and creepy son of a bitch, at least his lecherous behavior was only a fraction of that of Grallox.Thatone was firmly at the top of the creepy guy totem pole.
