It was definitely not anger! Zorack clenched his helpless hands.
She was there. In your cabin! And using your bathroom.
He could very easily forget that Edrians did not usually show emotions. could even go back to the bridge and argue very seriously with Max. Or else send all appearances to hell and take that shower with her.
He was burning with frustration, sulking, and angrier than expected. Control?! He even doubted that he was in control of the situation.
Heavens! Angel looked and acted like any young Terran woman. And she seemed to have decided to attack all the military control he had. Discipline was beginning to fail.
Of course, he would hand over the girl. It was not negotiable. He just needed to convince himself that she meant nothing to him.
Ah, damn it! Zorack tried in vain to focus on the monitor, his fingers drumming impatiently.
Unfortunate discipline. The mind conjured up images more exasperating than he would have liked with his eyes fixed on that door. How long could a bath last? His body reacted to her astonishment, refusing to think about the girl.
She drove him crazy. He closed his eyes in a sigh. Of course, he was excited and rigid. imagined the sensation of putting the stick in it in all the positions that had already managed to imagine in that small and stuffy cabin. And it was hell. it was suddenly not so prudent to take advantage of it before handing it over to Ravenack.
It was clear that he hadn't expected it. It was even worse to admit that he himself had been distracted watching the girl in her tranquility. The images of strange, monstrous, and carnivorous creatures made her moan every time she hid her face on the pillow. also knew from the research records on board that TVs, computers, video games, and cell phones were very interesting for the people there. Only she had come back dripping with water and suddenly ... the towel had fallen off, revealing before his wide eyes the beauty of a young and attractive body. That's right after the fantastic visions with the damn hairdryer.
Zorack sighed forcefully. The girl had not undergone changes in her genetics with the advancement of their technologies. She had breasts! Most women on their planet did not have after healing treatments. Their sight had taken him by surprise. Small breasts that would fit in the palms of your hands.
Heaven have mercy on him!
He was beginning to doubt that would have any interest in looking for Scarlet again. The very thought exasperated him. Angel was a child. He said that to himself for the thousandth time as he stood up and tidied up the miniature collection and held one of the ships absentmindedly.
- Did they bring food? - The melodious voice made his muscles tighten.
He turned without waiting in surprise. He saw the delicate piece fall from his hands, shaking his head, trying to hide his embarrassment. The long tunic undoubtedly enhanced her beauty. The ship fell from his hands to the ground, breaking. Unhappy girl! He needed at least a concentration to work. He closed his mouth in a hard line.
Angel, for her total indifference, dried her hair with the towel, shaking the damp curls that were beginning to curl. And there he was like a fucking teenager with a hard, throbbing dick. Since when had the game reversed?
Control! Let the damn control go to space! He felt there like a miserable, caged, furious animal. It was hellish in the cabin. Her smell ... Would the whole cabin smell like a garden?
Zorack grunted, picking up the fallen piece, gritting his teeth. He wasn't just going to argue with Max. He was going to slaughter his friend. Food?! Ah, there was a plethora of foods on the table that he did not know.
He was hungry and nothing there seemed to be as caloric or protein-rich for an excellent meal. An excellent and good piece of seasoned meat. It wasn't asking too much. Not after the hellish day.
-Max provided. he explained ruefully.
Angel's eyes flashed wide and delighted at the sight, forcing him to contain a groan. Great sandwiches and chips. could hardly believe it. Excited she sat up, folding her legs as took a deep breath.
-Ah, I came to think that you didn't eat. - She joked happily, biting a hamburger. With a shy smile, she began to pinch the fried potato slices.
Zorack did not answer. He was looking at the small, delicate feet. Tempting! It wasn't much to ask her to wear shoes! The throat was dry. Maybe water ... He looked curiously at the bottle with a dark black liquid. What the hell was that drink? It wasn't too much to ask for a fermented drink. He was no longer a child there.
"Brandy from K'Aldriants. I can drink a liter that I will not be groggy. Not with that damn smell."
-What is it? he asked suspiciously.
Angel shook her head, smiling friendly.
-Soda. Carbonated drink. Why don't you try it, Captain? You are not eating anything!
He bowed his head in defeat. Soda?! Had he been reduced to drinking that since? Had a riot started on the bridge?
To experiment? He raised his eyebrow, the dark eyes assessing what he really wanted to experience.
-Let's go! - Angel encouraged again. - You haven't eaten anything yet. - Angel smiled, even more, finding delightful sachets of ketchup and mayonnaise.
She seasoned the potatoes with the sauce, closing her eyes as delighted in chewing to Zorack's admiration.
The captain took a deep breath. It was not a trial. It was definitely torture. There was something disturbing about the way she ate the colored potatoes, licking her red-tipped fingertips. He sat heavily on the chair, taking a deep breath. Thinking about how he could fuck that mouth was crazy.
-I don't have that much of an appetite.- he apologized.
Angel's eyes widened curiously.
-Yes it is. All this bad mood is the lack of food. - Stubborn suddenly decided.
Zorack had no way to complain. He saw Angel in a natural trance offering him the potatoes she held with her fingertips.
He raised an intrigued eyebrow. The taste was slightly salty and sweet. It wasn't entirely bad at all. He continued chewing, slowly starting to relax.
Angel held her breath in surprise with her boldness. What was wrong with her anyway? Was she flirting? Ah, he was absolutely hateful. The dark eyes ... could be lost in that charged look. She hated his cold, reserved way.
Didn't they have any contact?
The potato sauce slipped through her fingers and she was no longer smiling. She stopped mesmerized by his charged and untimely gaze, very aware of the warmth of the hand that held hers.
Zorack had a notion like never before. He tried to justify himself that she was a child. His body, however, seemed to have taken on a life of its own by denying it.
Physical contacts were prohibited! The fluid exchange was not tolerated. Even so, the impulse was stronger than all reason. He let his eyes maintain eye contact with Angel. The mouth came down slowly by the small hand, the tongue slid by the red sauce savoring the soft skin with a panting groan.
Angel shivered shakily. His suddenly provocative way ... She closed her eyes with the unexpected, dreamy caress. What would a kiss feel like? She had never been kissed before. His breath against her warm, inviting face sparked dangerous ideas. Was he going to kiss her?
-Zorack ...- she murmured under his breath.
It was foolish! Total nonsense. She walked away awkwardly and blushing. The habits of his people ...
"Of course, he won't waste time with someone like you, so pathetic and embarrassed with the women there."
Zorack can feel the wave of magnetism between them breaking in an indecisive fraction of a second. He could easily catch her thoughts there. It was very easy to try that mouth ... He straightened his tense and wary body.
- Finish it soon. - He ordered in a hoarse and low voice. - You can sleep in the bed. I have a lot to do ...
Angel looked at him sheepishly embarrassed.
- There's only one bed here! - the comment betrayed his calm and indifference. - How do you think ...
-I have reported finishing! - the captain trembles impatiently. - I don't have time to lose with children. Believe me, I've slept in worse places.
He turned around cursing his clumsiness. The glow of astonishment and hurt in the green eyes stabbed him. He could even more easily forget the habits of his people. Just take the sassy little devil to bed and ...
Damn it! I imagined the sensation of trying the inviting lips with a lump in my throat. was convinced that it was scalded in hot oil. Parts of his body that he never even imagined losing control had awakened, reacting furiously in protest. The groin was throbbing.
He needed to get out of that cabin. Naturally, he would find pleasure with Scarlet. As always. With her, he still owned his emotions and could control the damn body. Sex. Just sex and no emotions or affective involvement.
Changing body fluids? Definitely not with Angel. he could very easily come there just by watching the girl undress or move those hips in an unnerving shaking ... No. Nothing like that! Not at all.
It was to be expected that he was an adult and responsible. It was just difficulties and clumsiness with children.
Fuck, who said she was still a child?
He refused to remember the lovely sight of delicate skin in the light anyway.
He was an Edrian. He was the total master of his emotions. There were innocent people there who were in danger. Eloas. needed to think about Eloas. Any involvement with Angel would only hamper his plans. It was just enough to satisfy the damned lust with Scarllet and then fuck that small, handsome body for Ravenack to know that his chosen one had been possessed by a lowly slave.
He had only one problem: emotions he had sworn to have buried had aroused without any warning and in the full fire.