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Instead, he rolled them over on the bed until they were facing each other. His eyes narrowed on her, “Something is wrong.”
Sara sucked in a breath, trying to get herself under control.
“Breath.” Ak’kel instructed her, “In and out.”
Sara met his eyes, a spark of surprise shooting through her. Was he actually guiding her out of a panic attack?
“Feeling better?” Ak’kel asked, one of his hands rubbing her arm.
“I am.” But only because he’d just surprised the panic right out of her.
Seeming to guess her thoughts, he sent her a smile. “I’m not just a brute, Sara.”
Unsure of what to think, Sara rolled over on her bed and allowed the large blue Vrak’rir to snuggle up behind her like a big spoon. There seemed to be more sides to this Vrak’rir than she would have ever guessed.
Chapter 6
Groaning, Sara rolled over, parts of her body protesting the movement. Her insides felt well used and her pussy sore, but only in the best way. One moment she'd been fearing Ak’kel, and then the next he’d given her the best pleasure of her life, taking her with a savage tenderness. But she wasn't about to admit that to him.
She should have fought her baser urges and put a stop to it. Why she’d marched into the bathroom and undressed in front of him, she would never be able to answer. All she’d done was moan his name at the top of her lungs.
Then a blush seared her cheeks as she rolled over, threw her face into her pillow, and groaned. The whole ship had probably heard their activities last night. At least, what was left of her crew. Sound traveled so easily through these metal walls.
Rising on her elbows, Sara glanced around to find the bed and room empty. No sign of Ak’kel. Listening carefully, she made sure she didn’t hear him in the bathroom. Nope. Not here. Good. She felt an immense wave of relief that she hadn’t had to wake next to him. It would have been so very awkward and uncomfortable. Though, there was a flicker of sadness that he hadn’t been waiting for her to wake, almost a flicker of longing.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Sara grimaced as she noticed her discarded clothing thrown haphazardly across the room. A testament to their wild night.
"What is wrong with you?" She muttered, scolding herself. "You just slept with the guy whose men murdered untold numbers of your crew."
She shook her head, trying to clear her chaotic thoughts. Time to get back to business. The business of gettingher ship back. Throwing on some fresh clothing, Sara walked over to the door of her cabin. Had he locked her in? She wouldn't be half surprised if the door didn't open. Her hand hovered over the panel, and then she pushed the button.
To her surprise the door slid open with... no squeak. Had Ak’kel fixed her door while she slept? If he thought it'd win him any points, he'd be majorly mistaken.
Quickly, Sara traversed the corridors of her ship, passing by Ak'kel's men. Oddly, they paid her no mind. It didn't take her long to figure out why no one was concerned with her traipsing about the ship. Ak’kel had her locked out of anything to do with essential systems and communications. He’d been busy while her well pleasured body snoozed.
"Damn!" Sara hissed as she smacked the console she stood at with her hand. Well, her Vrak’rir wasn't a stupid man. He’d anticipated her attempting something.
There was one other thing she could do though.
Sara strode through the ship, still unnerved with all the new faces aboard her ship. She worried she might give something away. When she finally reached the brig, she sighed in relief as the doors slid open with a light hiss.
"Captain!" Berg’s voice rang out in surprise when he noticed her.
"Shhh." Sara raised a finger to her lips. "You know as well as I that sound carries in this metal heap."
"Tell me about it." Cat crossed her arms. "We could hear someone having mind blowing sex last night. Made it damn near impossible to get some shut eye."
Heat seared Sara's cheeks, and she hoped no one noticed. At least, it seemed like they hadn't figured out it was her. Didn't need her crew knowing she'd banged herself senseless with a Vrak'rir. Some quick flashbacks flickered through her mind.
No. No more thinking about it. She needed to focus.
"You haven't been locked away. What's with that?" Berg asked as he quirked a brow.
Guess no one had overheard Ak’kel whisper mate in her ear.
What to tell them? She supposed it wouldn't hurt to tell them the truth. They were all in this together after all. And they'd probably hear it from someone at some point. Ak’kel's men were bound to gossip.
"Well," Sara closed her eyes and said in a rush, "turns out I might be his mate."
