Page 17 of Mated in the Stars
She walked into her quarters, and then she turned to watch Ak’kel as he strode inside. Would he be disappointed her quarters weren’t more exquisite?
"Small, but I suppose it will do." Ak’kel commented as he took in her room with a critical eye.
"It was made for a human, not a giant Vrak'rir." Sara grumped. Could he find nothing good about her ship?
"Don't test my patience, mate." Ak’kel warned as he began snooping around the room, opening drawers and such.
"Then stop insulting my ship." Sara shot back, her voice rising with her irritation. Perhaps she should be a bit more scared of him then she was, but insults to her ship really riled her up. "I bought this ship with my own hard-earned credits. Maybe she isn't the best, but she keeps on chugging along."
Ak’kel stopped in his inspection of her room and faced her, and then went back to searching… for whatever it was he was seeking. "I can buy you something newer and better."
Sara scowled. He tossed it out so causally, like she'd worship where he walked because of his generosity. "I don't need you to buy me a new ship." She said slowly but firmly. "I already have one."
"A newer one would cost less to run." He lazily opened her lingerie drawer, hooked one black claw under the strap of a purple bikini bottom and pulled it out. He turned with a stupid grin on his face. "I'd love to see this one on you."
"Now, you look here." Sara marched right up to him and jabbed him in the chest with a finger. "I don't know who you think you are, but you can't insult someone's ship... or," she yanked the bikini off his black claw, "go through people's things. This," Sara shoved the bikini near his face, "is personal."
Sara wasn't entirely sure what came over her and as she lowered her arm, she readied herself for his anger.
Instead, a slow smile crept over his blue lips and before she could blink, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he tossed her onto her bed. Throwing her hands out behind her, Sara’s eyes widened, that move completely unexpected.
When his hands moved to his shirt, and he lifted it up and over his head, she tried to avert her eyes, but the expanse of muscle he exposed to her view had her rapt attention. And all those black swirling tattoos. She’d heard that each and every Vrak’rir tattoo had a meaning. A death of a family member, a birth, a mating, etc.
His hands worked on the button of his pants, and Sara licked her lips. It had been a long time since she last been with a man… since her ex. She’d never trusted a man to get that close to her, but she didn’t need to trust Ak’kel to enjoy what he offered. Sex didn’t always need emotions. It could be an itch.
Call her crazy, but she wasn’t too sure she’d refuse him. Despite everything he’d done, there was some sort of pull she felt towards him. She almost wanted to call it an animalistic pull.
His pants dropped to the floor.
And her mind went blank. He could definitely scratch an itch for her.
He toed his boots off and then stepped out of his pants. When her eyes slid up his muscular frame to his face, she found a cocky smile turning up one side of his mouth.
“I’ve seen better.” Sara lied as she schooled her features, even as her eyes skimmed right back down to the long, thick cock he sported between his thighs. The engorged shaft was a slightly darker hue of blue than the rest of his body.
“I somehow doubt it.” Ak’kel smirked. “Do you have a shower?”
Sara’s brows drew down as she frowned. “Excuse me?” She blinked several times. Had she heard him correctly?
“A shower.”
“Huh,” she pointed to the open door on the other side of the room, “it’s over there.”
Ak’kel winked at her, then turned, and strode through the doorway, disappearing from sight. The blue light inside the sonic shower lit up, some of the light pouring out from the doorway of her bathroom.
“What just happened?” Sara shook her head as she looked around the room, feeling so confused. Had he just rejected her? It wasn’t like she’d offered anything, so she supposed she hadn’t been rejected. She felt annoyance rear its ugly head.
Rising from the bed, she stormed over to the doorway. With pursed lips, she peered around the doorway and watched him washing in her sonic shower through the clear glass. Her eyes roamed over his toned physique, and she felt her core heat and liquid pool between her thighs. No other man had made her body this heated. Not only did she find him attractive, but she also felt an unidentifiable pull towards him. Like the universe wanted her to trust him… but she wasn’t there. She didn’t want him ripping away her independence.
When Ak’kel glanced over his shoulder and caught her watching him, he winked.
Something snapped inside Sara, and she threw caution to the wind. Maybe she could play him. Raising her hands to the hem of her shirt, she slowly drew it up and over her head. When she met Ak’kel’s dark eyes, she found those black orbs taking in her every movement. She had him hooked and a delightful little thrill fluttered through her. Shedding her pants, she kicked them aside, and then she reached for the clasp at the front of her bra.
Ak’kel’s eyes were riveted to her hands.
With a triumphant smile, Sara dropped her hands from the clasp, leaving her bra in place. When his eyes met hers, she winked, and then walked back into her room.
Screw him.
