Chapter 7

Elina

Slowly I feel my consciousness coming back again. My head feels sluggish and my mouth feels dry and I’m nauseous again. I hear voices next to me, one deep and one squeaky, and that irritating beeping sound from the machine. Working my mind I find the names Skillys and Lazarus somewhere in the back. That deep voice has to be Lazarus. Such a pleasing sound. It feels like I can drift off to unconsciousness again just listening to him talk, and I feel a pleasurable shiver run through my heavy body.

“-with each other before we try to see if we are in fact compatible. She seemed to know that we want to breed with her, but she was shocked that there seemed to be a predetermined mate for her. And the fact that we would produce the child naturally and not through insemination.” Are they speaking about me?

“Yes, yes. Me told the human about the hope of breeding her with a Galdrian, but me did not get to the point of sir being her mate. Nor how the actual breeding would work. Me belive that this information could wait until she has grown more comfortable with the thought of breeding.”  I fight the heaviness in my eyelids and force them open. The light is slightly dimmed so it doesn't hurt my eyes. “Ah, human female named Elina. Me glad to see thee have woken up.” 

First my eyes meet Skillys small yellow ones. He looks pleased that I have woken up. Looking around me I see that I am again back at the room I first woke up in, and then my eyes fall on him. His worried face is close to mine and those gorgeous purple eyes looking straight into mine. I feel my heartrate pick up at his closeness and the intense look in his eyes as he looks into mine.

“How are you feeling?” His deep voice is concerned and it sends a shiver down my spine that slams directly to my core. I want to moan but manage to stifle it at the last second by biting my lip. He sits quietly, waiting for my answer. I sit up on the bed and he quickly arranges the pillows for me to lean against.

I clear my throat and avert my eyes. “Thirsty.” I mumble. He gives the room a quick scan to find the pitcher on the counter and rises to collect it for me. 

“Can sir please bring the biscuits as well? The human needs to eat.” Skillys says towards the blue giant named Lazarus before turning his attention back to me. “Thee lost consciousness due to stress and low blood sugar. Me told thee to rest and wait for Nim to come with food.” Skillys voice tries to sound stern, but it is so light and squeaky I can hardly take him seriously. Lazarus comes back to my side and places a glass of the same clear liquid as I drank before in my hand and I empty the glass in one go.

“Easy.” Lazarus seems to like to give me directions like you would do to a child. I send a glare in his direction. Lazarus reaches a biscuit towards me and I take it but make sure not to touch his fingers. Then I move my focus back to Skillys

“Well. What would you have done if you were abducted to an alien spaceship?! You can hardly blame me for trying to get away when you practically left the door wide open?” I huff with raised eyebrows and then take a bite of the biscuit. It tastes sweet and fruity, but not the same fruit as the drink.

“Me remembers that me closed the door when me left.” Skillys looks confused about my outburst and I roll my eyes. Doesn't he understand sarcasm at all?

“He only understands direct talk. No sarcasm No joking.” Lazarus' mouth is right next to my ear and I gasp and turn my face towards him, ending up nose to nose with the gorgeous alien. His tongue comes out to wet his lips and my eyes immediately follow the movement before slowly going back up to his eyes that are twinkling with withheld amusement and lust.  I feel my face grow red like a mature tomato on the sunny coast of Spain. 

Giving a hard gulp, I turn away from him. “You can't just do that.” I murmur and he gives me a hearty chuckle. I sneak a peek at him and see him give me a knowing smirk. Why do I react like a lovesick teenager around him? I’m not in love, I don’t even know him. But there is a pull towards him. A feeling of being safe around him. Why is that? I frown at my thoughts.

“I am pleased that you snuck out.” Lazarus says and leans back in the chair he sits in and interlace his large hands behind his head. “It gave me an opportunity to meet with you earlier than Skillys would have let me. He didn't want me to meet you for at least another week.” He gives me a pantydropping smile that has me smiling and I give a small sigh of contentment. Stop acting lovesick! I shake my head and scold my features back into a scowl. “Skillys is a little worried about how you would cope with everything that has happened and didn’t want to rush giving you information about what is to come. He thought that you might faint. Which I guess you did.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully.

I narrow my eyes and give him the scariest look I can do, which is not a very scary one considering the humor still shining in his eyes. “Nothing is to come except you putting me back exactly where you took me. Where I belong!” At this his smile falls into a frown.

“The place you belong is next to me, on top of my lap or writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He gives me a stern look that shows he means serious business. And I can’t keep a hysterical laugh from leaving my lips. Seriously? What planet does he come from? Oh yeah. Not earth, that's for sure.

“In your dreams, mister! You can’t go around claiming people to be yours when they obviously are not!” That irritating machine next to Lazarus starts to beep faster, and I snap completely, tearing that wire from my finger and throwing it at him resulting in a constant beeping tone. Lazarus stands up stretching to his full height to tower over me. He has a stern scowl on his lips and his eyes are dark with anger. I have to admit that he looks very scary. I hear a squeak and remember that Skillys is still in the room.

“Please Captain Lazarus, human Elina. Calm down. Us do not want human to faint again!” He tries to persuade us to step down and end the fight., but I don’t feel faint at all. I feel charged with energy. With anger at that pompous prick's statement and fear from his towering build. But I.m not something that he owns. I haven’t even agreed to any of this, and he speaks as if it is all carved in stone. I have to stand my ground!

It seems that Lazarus has his own feelings of anger and frustration because he turns towards Skillys and growls. Like a real animal growling. At this Skillys squeals and hurriedly runs to the door to get out of the room. I don’t even think it is Skillys that he’s angry with but he took it out on him anyway.

While Lazarus has his head turned away from me I stand up on the bed so that I can tower him instead. When he turns back to me I see surprise rush through his features when he is met by my stomach instead of looking down at me. I give him a victorious smile once his eyes reach mine. He quickly collects himself and reaches out his hands so fast I don’t even see them coming. He picks me up by my waist, turns around and sits down on the bed with me now stupefied on his lap. How the fuck did he do that?!

“It seems that you have yet to realise the position that you are in-” He growls in warning to my behaviour.

“Not really.”  I interrupt and cross my arms over my chest. I feel like a child getting scolded.

“-so let me put this straight out for you.” He continues through gritted teeth.

“Please do.” I give him a cheeky glare.

He takes a deep breath to calm himself. Then he placed a crooked finger under my chin to tilt my face up to meet his. “Do not smartmouth me little one.” Guess he doesn’t like being interrupted in his speech.

“Do not patronize me!” We stare at each other in silence until he lets out a deep sigh.

“I was hoping to lay this out more smoothly to you but you frustrate me to no end.” He takes a few moments to breathe and probably to try to collect himself. “You have been brought to this ship to participate in the experiment to raise the population of the Galdrian species. You were not asked to participate. But you do not have the right to reject participation. That is because it will be dangerous for us to send you back, due to your knowledge about our existence. This is one reason that we will not send you back. The other is because I simply do not wish to send you back.” His tone is final. I have no say whatsoever according to him. I stare at him, my mouth hanging wide open. Pompous asshole!

“As if! I will not be some kind of guinea pig in some breeding program! I am a human and I have feelings and needs of my own. You can not force me to fuck you!” Anger is boiling inside my veins and again I feel tears in my eyes, but this time I can’t stop them. My anger is too strong. I squirm and do my best to get off his lap, but his hands and arms are like shackles around my body, so I do the only thing that I can do. I attack with my fist. Hitting his arms and his chest as hard as I can I scream and cry out my anger. “Let me go, you asshole! I hate you! Let me go!”

Lazarus changes my position to straddle his lap and crushes me to his body. He holds my head towards his chest. I try to squirm from his grip but only manages to rub my bare core against his already hard bulge. I still immediately as I get reminded of the fact that I’m not wearing panties. The hospital gown has risen high up my thighs with the position I’m in and his trousers have a pleasant rough feeling against my now throbbing core. How can he be turned on by this situation? And how can I be turned on by the fact that he is turned on?

He doesn’t say anything. Just sit there, holding me against him, letting me cry and curse out my anger. Eventually the only sound in the room are my hiccups as my crying slowly eases off, and of course that irritating beeeeeeeeep from that machine. I’m going to murder that machine!

“I understand that you are angry, but know this. I do not tolerate bad behavior or foul language. Not from my subordinates and certainly not from you, my mate.” His voice is soft and soothing, while still holding a tone that tells me that he will not accept defiance. Gone is all the anger and I can feel more regret and grief coming from him. While he speaks he slowly rubs his large hand up and down my back to keep soothing me.

“Your situation may seem unfair and certainly forced, but we are just as forced. Our species is dying and to survive we had to go to extreme measurements. It is not ideal to force a female from another species to breed  with us, but we are on our last resort here. This ship is not the only one out there to look for a compatible female to carry our children. There are two others, but one of them had to give up their quest as the species they found were not compatible. The other has not yet reached the planet where another species is believed to exist.”

He falls silent at this but keeps on stroking my back and head, running his fingers through my hair. We sit like this for several minutes, not saying anything, not making a move to change our positions.

Eventually I move to sit up straight and look at him and he lets me. I don’t know what to say to him. His story about his kind is sad, and I can see their reasoning. What is one human life worth, against a whole species' survival? I give a resigned sigh and lean in to rest my head against his chest again. All anger, all fighting has left me and I feel tired. Then my stomach gives out an angry sound and my face turns scarlet once again.

“If your body speaks like mine, it seems that you are hungry.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks to me. “I could be interested in something to eat as well. What do you say? Shall we leave this room, or do you want to eat here?”

“I would certainly like to leave this room. But I’m afraid I’m not dressed to be seen.” I give the oversized hospital gown a gentle tug.

“That can be arranged. In our living quarters there are clothes for you. They have been fitted for you during the time you were unconscious.”

“I’m sharing a room with you?” I lean out from his body again to look up at him with wide eyes. He gives me a smug smirk.

“Yes of course. You are to be my mate so I would have it no other way. It also makes it easier when it comes to making babies if we already sleep in the same bed.” At my strangled noise his smirk turns into a full grown grin. “I’m sure that Skillys wants to do some more checkups on you before I take you away. He will want to be sure you're not gonna faint again.” His smile is teasing now, eyes gleaming with humor.

“I’m not gonna faint again. I think you already have given me the most shocking information.” I mumble leaning my head against his chest to hide my flushed cheeks. It feels really good to lean against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. Lazarus laughs and my lower regions tie themselves in a pleasurable knot. “But don’t think for one second that I have rolled over and given up!” I fix him with a stern stare.

“I do not think that you will ever roll over and give up. From my encounters with you I can see that you are a feisty and strong female who thinks she knows what she wants.”

“I don’t think I know what I want, I know!” I shout at him, outraged at what he has said. At that he laughs again. Then he stands up and sets me down on the bed. He adjusts himself and then strides to the door. Is he aroused all the time? Opening the door, he beckons for Skillys to enter and do what he has to do before he will let us leave for our quarters.

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