Page 15 of Mated in the Stars
The one person the universe had created specifically for him.
Swiftly, he strode forward. She craned her head back to eye him when he approached. Reaching out a hand, he noticed the smallest twitch of fear in those dark brown, almost black, eyes. Grinning, his hand wrapped around her throat, and he drew her up onto her feet. Leaning down, his nose skimmed past her cheek before he pressed it into her neck and inhaled. Home, comfort, andflumdrops.
The scent emanated from her.
"Mate." He growled, his voice low and rough, uncaring if the men on the bridge heard. They all feared and respected him. Although a mate could be a blaring weakness, it could also be an immense strength.
Struggling slightly, her eyes flashed with an inner fire. He grinned revealing his sharp canines. Her eyes widened for one second before they narrowed on him.
"Like fuck." Sara, he believed she’d said during one of her visits to the brig, sneered as she glared up at him. Her eyes spit fire.
Leaning into her ear, Ak’kel whispered, "Don't fear, mate. We will fuck in time." His cock jumped to attention in his pants at the idea of her beneath him. The idea of her fire mixed with arousal was the perfect dream. Yes. Her fire in bed would be more than pleasing.
Ak'kel pulled back and released his grip on her neck. "Clean up these bodies." He motioned to the two men lying prone on the bridge. Only then did he notice another woman on the bridge. "Throw that one into the brig." He might be considered a brute by some, but he did try to spare women andchildren whenever possible. Sometimes he’d spare men if they were truly innocent in dealings with him, but sometimes the bloodlust won out in the end.
Two men strode forward, and they each grabbed one of the woman's arms, yanking her to her feet and dragging her off the brig. She tried yanking her arm back, but Sara called out, "Just do as they want, Cat." Sara turned to glare at Ak’kel. "He's already killed the rest of my bridge crew. Don't need to lose you as well."
Ak’kel chuckled darkly. "I've killed more than your bridge crew, human. I think you'll find bodies littering the halls of your ship."
She bared her flat little white teeth at him.
He bared his teeth back, allowing her to get a good view of his sharp canines. Canines that would taste her flesh soon enough. The urge to strip her and claim her nearly overwhelmed him, but he fought the urge down. He could refrain from acting on his baser urges. For how long, he wasn’t sure. He’d heard the mating urge drove them hard, but he’d had yet to experience it. Until now.
"You know how hard it is to find loyal people these days?" His mate grumped as she watched his men grab the legs of the dead bridge crew and begin dragging them off. "Our universe isn't a friendly place. Everyone is looking out for themselves."
"People die." Ak'kel replied with a dismissive shrug.
Her gaze snapped to him. "What if I killed your crewmates? How do you think you’d feel?”
A slow smile spread across Ak’kel’s lips. "Here." He flipped his plasma pistol around presenting her with the butt of the weapon.
Sara's eyes widened, and he didn’t miss it as his men tensed, unsure whether or not he’d let her kill them. As muchfun as it'd be to watch her kill them, she was just as likely to turn the weapon on him, and he refused to be downed by a human female.
Right as she reached for the weapon, he whipped it away. With a tsk, he said, "Too slow." Then he sheathed the plasma pistol at his waist, and the men on the bridge seemed to exhale in relief as one.
"Didn't think you'd let me kill them." Sara rolled her eyes.
Ak’kel leaned in closer, invading her personal space. "If it pleases you, mate. I'll let you kill them later. But right now, I need them alive." He whispered it too low for the bridge crew to overhear.
Straightening, Ak’kel leisurely walked over to the captain's chair and took a seat. He patted his lap, "Come here, mate, and have a seat."
Sara scoffed. "I'm not going to sit on your lap."
"Then you can sit here." He pointed to the floor beside his boots.
She folded her arms in front of her chest defiantly. "Not happening."
Ak'kel snapped his fingers. One of his men withdrew his plasma pistol and pressed it to the back of her head. When she felt the barrel against her skull, she moved towards him on stiff legs. With one last glare, she plopped down at his feet. She didn’t dare test his resolve. Despite the declaration of her being his mate, there was always the chance he might still end her.
"Happy?" She growled from her seat on the floor.
"Very." Ak'kel confirmed with a satisfied smile. Then he turned to Drax. "What ship did you arrive on?"
"The War Bird."
A small ship. Not one of his warships despite its name.
"You." Ak’kel pointed to one of the men on the bridge. "Man the communications console. I want one of our closest warships to meet up with us."
