Captured by the Alien Warrior

by Hope Hart

“I’m in love.” He sighs as if exasperated, and I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t want to live without you. I tried it, and it felt worse than anything I had felt before. I will age with you, and we will take each day as it comes.”

  “God, Dragix…”

  He gives me a slow smile. “I finally have something to live for. Don’t mourn for centuries of life as an enraged beast.”

  I feel like I should protest this decision of his some more, but he moves back, and within moments, he’s pulling off the shirt I slept in last night. He lets out a low, very male growl as my breasts pop free.

  “I missed these too,” he says, leaning down to nuzzle at them. I wind my hands through his hair and sigh against him. His hands slide over my waist, upward, until he’s cupping my breasts, his fingers brushing my nipples.

  In the blink of an eye, his hands fall away, and he locks his arms beneath my butt, hauling me into them. He lifts me, obviously planning to head toward the bed. But he pauses as my breasts hang in his face, and then he’s kissing them, his tongue flicking over my nipple as I let out a low, rough groan.

  He moves to my other breast, using slightly more teeth this time, and I shudder in his arms.

  “You’re driving me crazy.”

  “As I should.”

  I blink at that, and then I’m flat on my back, gazing up at him. He kneels over me, pulling off my pants. Then he pauses, his gaze like a brand as he takes in my body. His eyes meet mine, and the breath leaves my lungs at the pure need in those golden orbs.

  He lowers his head to mine and kisses me, so gentle, so careful, even as he shudders above me. I can feel his desperation, but he takes his time, caressing my lips.

  He rests more of his weight on me, his cock lining up with where I need him the most. He grinds slightly against me as if he can’t help himself, and I tilt my hips.

  “You’re so wet,” he gasps, moving his lips to my neck.

  “So don’t leave me waiting.”

  He laughs, his breath warm against my throat. “Never.”

  He presses inside me, and I groan at the feel of every inch of him. Once he’s all the way inside me, he pauses, dropping gentle kisses over every inch of my face.

  He thrusts gently, getting me used to the size of him again. But I’m more than ready for him, and I wrap my legs around his waist, angling so he can move deeper, harder.

  He complies, thrusting faster, undulating into me so he can hit the spot that makes me tighten around him. The one that makes my head fall back. He growls at that and hits it again, and warm golden pleasure unfurls throughout my body as I gasp, trembling through my climax.

  He draws out my orgasm, continuing his steady pumping. “We’re not done,” he tells me, and then he puts his hands under my butt and deftly flips us until I’m sitting on top.

  I blink at him, still half lost in the afterglow of my orgasm, but he reaches for my nipple, tweaking it, and then slides his hand possessively down my body until he finds my clit.

  I’m so sensitive that I gasp, clenching around him, and he groans.

  He lifts his hips, and I move, placing my hands on his chest for leverage. My nails dig into his skin, but from the way he gasps, I can tell he likes it. He uses his fingertip to run light circles around my clit, and my moans turn to one long wail as he rubs faster and I slam down on him, shuddering as I come so hard I see black spots.

  Distantly, I can hear him growl out his own climax as he shifts both hands to my butt, thrusting a few more times. I collapse on top of him, and we both attempt to catch our breath.

  “You know, this is crazy,” I murmur. “I was abducted, crash-landed on an alien planet, and fell in love with a dragon.”

  His eyes gleam gold, heavy with satisfaction as he pulls me closer.

  “Of course you did,” he says, arrogance coating every word.

  Epilogue

  Charlie

  I soar through the sky on my dragon’s back, laughing as he arrows down toward the Colossal Water.

  I squeal as he lowers his claws and water sprays up at me, but it feels cool and refreshing on my skin.

  He rises, and I lean forward. “Again!”

  Dragix’s laugh echoes in my head, and this time he goes deeper, flicking his tail until I’m drenched.

  I gasp, and he lets out a rumble—the equivalent to a dragon howling with laughter.

  “You think you’re real funny, don’t you?”

  He snorts, and I grin.

  I’m ridiculously happy.

  We head toward Dragix’s territory, and I close my eyes as he angles down to where a herd of animals is grazing.

  I grimace at the sickening crunch as he eats one of them, but I know he has several more held carefully in his claws.

  We head back toward Rakiz’s camp, and people glance up as Dragix flies low, his winged form casting a huge shadow over the camp. He reaches the small, empty clearing near the cooking kradi and drops his offering on the ground.

  One of the cooks gives him a pleased wave.

  Now that there are so many extra human women staying here, there are even more mouths to feed. Dragix has taken it upon himself to help contribute the extra meat, which frees up some of Rakiz’s hunters to instead look for any remaining Dokhalls.

  Maez is waiting for us when we land near the camp entrance. She has become fast friends with Ellie. And while she sometimes comes back to Dragix’s lair with us when we want some time alone, she’s spending more and more time hanging out at camp.

  Dragix gives me a slow smile as he transforms, and my stomach muscles clench in anticipation.

  “I need to go talk to Zoey,” I tell him. “I’ll meet you in our kradi later?”

  He nods, turning to talk to Maez. “Don’t be too long, little two-leg. I crave you.”

  I send him a smile over my shoulder and add a swish of my hips as I stroll away, laughing at the deep groan he sends down our mental pathway.

  I find Zoey in the healers’ kradi. We’ve gotten close over the past few weeks, and I often hang out with her, Vivian, and Vivian’s cousin Sarissa. They haven’t yet gone to Arix for help fixing their ship. Some of the human women were injured, and Sarissa wants to wait until they’re all healed properly before she leaves.

  I think she’s been nominated as their unofficial leader, and she seems to take the job seriously, constantly checking in with each of the women throughout the day.

  “Oh, hey.” Zoey smiles at me. She’s currently working next to Moni, one of the healers. Since Zoey was a nurse on Earth, she’s fascinated with the different healing methods on Agron, and she’s been learning everything she can. Something is going on with her though. Recently, she’s been withdrawn, secretive, and…sad.

  She leans over and murmurs to Moni and then follows me out of the kradi. She knows I prefer to be away from the healers, from the heady scent of herbs that remind me of being slumped over Dragix’s unconscious body while I waited to see if he would live or die.

  The sun is warm on my skin, and I enjoy the fresh breeze as we walk toward the large clearing where most of the Braxian kids hang out.

  “How are you doing?” I ask.

  Zoey shrugs. “I’m okay.” I raise my eyebrow, and she laughs. “I am, really. I’m just…at a loss, I guess. I’m so used to being helpful and needed on Earth. Here, I feel like nothing but a burden.”

  My mouth drops open at that. “Are you kidding me?” I had no idea she was feeling this way. “You’re not a burden at all, Zoey.” She sighs, and I give her a look. “You’re not.”

  “It’s just…you guys are all out there, kicking ass and taking names. Nevada’s got her sword, Beth has her crossbow, Ivy has her knife, you have your bloodthirsty dragon…”

  I burst out laughing, and she frowns at me but rolls her eyes with a chuckle.

  “I know, I hear myself.”

  I stop her with a hand on her arm and examine her face. She’s looking better than she has since I’ve known her, her face flushed with health, h
er breathing steady. “Where is this coming from?”

  “I was a trauma nurse at home. I was so used to being in control all the time. I was used to being someone who had her shit together. Who could be counted on. Here, I’ve just been nothing but a captive and then a patient.”

  Telling her that no one sees her that way won’t help at all, if that’s how she truly feels.

  “Okay,” I say. “What are you going to do about it?”

  She gives me such a grateful look that it’s clear that this is the right question to ask.

  “I want to learn to fight. Tagiz won’t teach me—big surprise—so I’ve asked Hewex. He’s not exactly keen on the idea, but I’m working on him.” Her pretty face shines with determination.

  I nod. “That sounds like a great idea.”

  She raises her eyebrow. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

  “If that’s what you feel like you need to do to feel safer, to feel like you’re more in control, then I say go for it. I have one question for you though.”

  “Yes?”

  “Are you sure you’re doing this for yourself and not to prove to a certain overprotective warrior that you’re not fragile?”

  She laughs, and heads turn, more than one set of Braxian lips tilting up at the joyous sound.

  “Okay,” she admits. “That’s definitely part of it. But it’s not the only reason, I promise.”

  I link arms with her, and we begin walking back toward the kradis.

  “In that case, I think you should go for it. Life is short. Plus, if that ship gets fixed, you’ll have to decide if you’re staying here or not. Why not make the most of the time you have here?”

  Zoey smiles. “You’re so wise.”

  I grin. “It’s easier to give advice than it is to receive it.”

  I leave her back at the healers’ kradi and make my way to my own, my thighs clenching in anticipation.

  Dragix is already waiting for me.

  Naked.

  I let out a yelp of surprise as he pounces, scooping me into his arms in a move so fast that he’s almost a blur. Then I’m blinking up at him as he grins down at me.

  “You took too long,” he growls, but his lips are twitching.

  “You’re not the center of the universe, you know.”

  “Is that right?”

  He tickles me, and I howl with laughter, attempting to fight him off.

  Then he pulls at the laces of my dress, and his amusement turns to pure lust.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

  I smile, dragging him closer, and my eyes flutter shut as he kisses his way down my neck.

  He saw me. And he took me.

  And I couldn’t be happier.

  The End

  Author’s note:

  There are some novels that come together perfectly, based on a plan or an outline I created in my head months earlier. There are others that require head-scratching and long days spent staring at my computer as I get past a particularly difficult scene or chapter.

  Charlie and Dragix’s story doesn’t fit into either of these categories.

  Occasionally, I have two characters who insist on telling their stories, 100% of the time. And I’m just along for the ride. Charlie’s abusive ex? That was news to me. But she insisted I tell her whole story, to highlight all of the reasons why she is the women she is today.

  And Dragix? He is one bossy dragon.

  I hope you enjoyed Captured by the Alien Warrior as much as I enjoyed writing it. Next up is Zoey and Tagiz’s story in Rescued by the Alien Warrior which you can find here.

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