Captured By The Warriors

by Daniella Wright

  I open up two cans of soup and cook them until it’s warm, but not too hot that we have to wait to eat them. I devour my portion of soup within seconds and when I see that the Angel is still not awake, I eat her soup. I’m opening another can of soup when I feel the hairs at the back of my head stand at attention and I turn around just in time to grab the Angel’s hand before the knife can connect to my flesh.

  I smirk and quickly disarm her. “That was cute, Angel.” I say, chuckling when she glares at me for taking away yet another weapon of hers. Where the hell does she hide all of them? I examine her, from her feet up, and when my eyes get to her ample breasts, which are spilling out over her simple tank top, I have to clear my throat and avert my gaze. If she could hear my inappropriate thoughts right now, she would try to stab me again. “But the next time you try to kill me, make sure you follow through.” I smile at her and turn back to her soup.

  She doesn’t respond back and I hear her walk away from me a moment later, just for her to come running back at me. I roll my eyes and turn back around. I disarm her in record time, grab her arm, and twist it behind her back. I’m not twisting or holding her hard enough to harm her, for I would never harm my mate, but I’m holding her firmly enough that she cannot get out of my reach. She’s struggling in my arms but freezes when I press the front of my body against her back, moving my lips to her ear. “Didn’t you listen to me earlier, Angel? I told you the next time you try to kill me you have to follow through. Did you, Angel?” I ask, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. She tries to fight her attraction to me, but when her body shivers, I know she’s just as drawn to me as I am to her. My eyes begin to glow brighter and my shaft hardens in my pants, which the Angel can feel, if her shocked gasp is any indication. I kiss the spot, just below her ear, and relish in pleasure when she moans in response. “I’m going to let you go now, Angel, and I’m going to trust you not to attack me again, no matter how much it brings me amusement to see you come at me with a knife. For such a petite woman, you’re fearless, aren’t you?”

  “Let me go.” She says, but her voice is strained with lust.

  I chuckle. “Say please, Angel.”

  “Fuck you. And stop calling me Angel! My name is Macie!” She shouts out, but moans when I kiss her at the spot behind her ear again. Macie. Such a beautiful name, but I’m going to keep her nickname since it fits her better. She closes her eyes and sighs. “Fine. I’ll play nice, for now.” I let go of her, believing her words, and she spins around to face me once I do. She stares at me, eyes still dilated from lust, but also holding anger in them as well. “But don’t expect me to trust you, Torian. As soon as I have the chance, I’m going to try to kill you again.” She smiles sweetly at me. “You invaded the wrong planet, buddy. And you have pissed off the wrong girl.”

  I smile and caress her cheek, loving the way the fight leaves her body once I touch her. She might not want to admit it, but she’s as drawn to me as I am to her. Her heart knows it belongs with me, but I’m going to have to convince her brain that she belongs to me too. “No. I have the right girl standing in front of me.” I mutter out.

  She opens her eyes in confusion, but I don’t explain myself to her.

  We might have started off enemies, but we’re destined to be lovers.

  Macie doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine.

  And I’m hers.

  Chapter Three

  (Macie)

  I’m falling for an alien.

  I know, you must be looking at me like I’m crazy, but it’s true. I tried my best to hate Xanrun over these last couple of weeks and I made good on my threat to try to kill him, several times, but each time I attempted to take his life, he ended up stealing a piece of my heart instead.

  He’s a Torian warrior—my enemy—and yet, he treats me with the upmost respect and has never tried to harm me since breaking into my clinic. All he seems to want is a safe place to hide out and food to eat. Oh, and he wants me as well. I’m not an idiot and I see the way he looks at me when I’m not looking. Hell, he looks at me that way even when I’m looking at him, smirking as he does, like he doesn’t give a shit that I see him checking me out.

  At first, it annoyed me to a point where I would lash out at him, but Xanrun is a masochist because he likes when I get mad at him. Fighting with me seems to be his favorite pastime and considering we’re stuck down here, waiting out the end of the world together, I can’t really blame him. There’s nothing to do here besides banter with each other. And I won’t admit it to him, but I love interacting with him as well. He’s opinionated, funny, and stubborn. He challenges me at every turn and that fact alone turns me on. I’ve never met a man like him before and I know feeling this attraction to him is wrong, but I can’t help it when it feels so right.

  Xanrun has flirted with me constantly since day one, but unfortunately, he has yet to touch me like he did when I first attacked him. I shiver at the memory, remembering his lips at the back of my ear, kissing the sensitive area just below the lobe of my right ear. I remember how wet I grew when his breath and lips made contact with my skin and my nipples harden at the memory.

  “It turned you on, did it?” Xanrun whispers into my ear, scaring the shit out of me. I try to turn around, but his hand holds me in place as he moves his body closer to mine until I feel his growing hardness pressing against my ass. My cheeks are flaming in embarrassment and arousal and Xanrun chuckles knowingly. “I remember that day as well, Angel. I remember how your body came alive with only a slight touch of my lips.” As to prove his point, he brushes his lips against the shell of my ear and moans when my body shakes with need.

  “H-How do you know what I’m thinking?” I stutter out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when Xanrun moves his hands up to my breast and cups my left tit into his hand. He doesn’t squeeze it, but just the feel of his hand, cupping me with possession, is enough to drive me crazy right now.

  “You don’t want to believe me, but I was telling the truth when I told you about Torian’s imprinting on a mate.” He kisses the side of my neck now, trialing soft, feather-like kisses up and down my neck. “When we touch our true mate, or they touch us, a bond is instantly made and cannot be broken, no matter what. I’ve never heard of a case of a Torian imprinting with a member from a different planet before, but I somehow bonded to you, Angel.”

  “So what?” I ask, grinding my teeth to keep back the moan that wants to break free as he keeps kissing me. “Since you mated with me, without my consent, you can now read my mind?”

  “Yes, my mate.” Xanrun says, but not out loud, but somehow in my head. My eyes widen in fear, but he holds me tightly in his arms and my heartbeat instantly calms down. “See how I just calmed your fear, Angel? I can do that because our bodies and minds are becoming one. As we spend more time together, our bond will continue to grow stronger and we’ll be able to do many other things. For example, I’ll be able to know where you are, at all times, and when you’re in danger, I will know and be able to find you.” He turns my body until we’re facing each other and Xanrun strokes my left cheek lightly, affection shining through his eyes. “I know this scares you, Angel, because it scares me too. But I know me getting wounded wasn’t by chance. It was fate. My injuries brought me to you, my mate, and I would get injured all over again, knowing I had such a sexy doctor to take care of me.” He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me laugh and relax in his arms.

  “How can this possibly work, Xanrun?” I ask, voicing my worries for the first time. I raise a hesitant hand up and cup his face, my heart soaring when he closes his eyes and leans against my hand before he places a sweet kiss on the inside of my hand. “Your people hate mine, and visa versa. We’re technically enemies. And yet,” I sigh and drop my hand from his face. “And yet, I can’t stop thinking about you, Xanrun. You consume all my thoughts and I’m beginning to trust you. Does that make me a fool? To trust someone who I barely know?”

  He shakes his head. “No, A
ngel. We’re bonded, so time does not exist for us. We have been destined to meet each other since before we were born.” He presses his forehead to mine and smiles. “Our hearts know each other, even if our minds and bodies do not yet.”

  “So…you want me as much as I want you?” I question, biting my lip nervously.

  He chuckles and his glowing blue eyes somehow become brighter. “Oh, Angel, I want you so much more than you want me. I’ve been having dreams of you lately and every time I see you, I want to make those dreams become a reality. And every time you do that.” He stops me biting my lip by grabbing my lip and pulling it gently away from my teeth. “I imagine how good my swollen shaft would feel in that pretty little mouth of yours.” I blanche at his words, but my core tightens with want. “I can’t wait any longer, Angel. I need to taste your lips on mine.” Xanrun doesn’t say another word and surprises me when he collides his lips against mine in a punishing and passionate kiss.

  At first, I’m scared to kiss him back, until his lips open my mouth up and his tongue comes into contact with mine. After that, I’m lost and kiss him back with just as much fire and urgency as he’s showing me.

  Xanrun grabs me into his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning when he presses his hardness against my warm core. Instead of going to the bed, like I assumed he would do, he slams me against the wall and attacks my mouth as he removes the tank top I’m wearing. We rip each other’s clothes apart until we’re both as naked as the day we were born and when Xanrun runs his swollen member up and down my wet lips, I bite his neck and he growls out his pleasure.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to sink inside of you, Angel.” he hisses, still teasing my opening with his hardness. “I’m afraid this isn’t going to be slow and gentle, like I imagined it would be in my head. I need to take you hard, Angel. I need to show you who you belong to and how much I want you.” he thrusts hard up into my channels and I scream as my inner walls squeeze around his manhood. Xanrun doesn’t give me a chance to adjust and instead, he holds both of my wrists against the wall, as he shoves into me with reckless abandon. “You feel so fucking tight, Angel.”

  I groan at his words, loving how he doesn’t call me by my name and prefers to use his nickname for me. His shaft moves fast and brutal inside of me and my channels are tightening around him with pleasure. He feels so full inside of me and when he hits my sweet spot, I whimper into his neck.

  “You like that, Angel?” he asks me, thrusting up against that spot, again, and again, and again, until I’m a sweaty mess and I’m a breath away from coming apart around him. He pulls out, almost all the way, and leaves me quivering and begging him for release. He kisses my lips softly before he leans his head away and gives me a look of determination. “You’re going to come apart for me, Angel. And I’m going to keep pounding until you until you’re screaming my name and only when you break apart a second time, will I allow myself to come deep inside of you, marking you as mine for the first time.”

  He slams into me and I do as he said I would, I fall over the edge and my screams pierce the room, echoing around us. He doesn’t stop his movements and continues to slam into me until I’ve come down from the most powerful orgasm I have ever had. And even when I’ve come down, he continues his sweet torment on my body until I’m shaking and ready to fly over the edge again.

  “I’m going to come again.” I cry, my walls beginning to tighten around him, so close to coming.

  “Damn right, you are.” he growls out, picking up his pace. “And I’m going to fall over with you. Come for me, Angel. Now.” he shoves up into me one last time and I scream, my channels closing around his manhood and he comes inside of me in a roar. My core milks his release and I swear this orgasm lasts longer than my first one.

  Xanrun empties himself into me and we both pant heavily, still pressed against each other against the wall. When we’ve both come down completely, Xanrun kisses me on the lips and carries us to the bed. We both lie on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, and breathe in each other’s scent. When my eyes grow heavy with sleep, he kisses my forehead and tightens his hold on me, as if he’s afraid that I’ll disappear at any moment.

  “You’re mine, Angel.” Xanrun says, cupping one of my breasts into his hand. “I don’t care what our future holds, you are mine and I’m never letting you go. And if you try to run from this, I will chase after you and I will bring you back.” he bites my neck, like I did to him earlier, and smiles. “You. Are. Mine.” he repeats again.

  I nod my head sleepily. “And you’re mine, Xanrun.” I say telepathically, which causes Xanrun to tighten his arms around me and I know for a fact he’s grinning like a loon right now.

  I know, because my smile is mirroring his right now.

  For the first time since the invasion, I’m happy.

  I should’ve known it wouldn’t last long.

  Chapter Four

  (Xanrun)

  I’ve never thought that I’d be as happy as I am now. These last couple of months with my Angel have been magic. Our bond has grown closer, we completely trust each other now, and the future—although bleak—is finally looking up for me. And tonight, I plan on telling my Angel exactly how I feel about her.

  I’m going to tell her that I love her.

  But something is troubling my mate and I’m not sure what it can be. These last few days she has been strangely quiet and she seems to have something on her mind. I don’t think she’s upset with me, because she still lights up when she sees me like it’s the first day, but I know it does have something to do with me.

  “It’s not you, Xanrun.” Macie says as she climbs down the last few steps of the ladder and turns to face me. She made a quick trip upstairs to grab some more gauges for my wounds, since we’re running low on them in here, but I know the main reason she went upstairs was to think about whatever is bothering her. She blushes as she listens to my thoughts. I blocked her out of my head when I thought about telling her I love her, but after that thought, I opened my mind to her, having nothing to hide. “I have to talk to you about something…but I’m unsure about how you’re going to respond to what I have to say.”

  Sitting up from the bed, I stride towards her and wrap her small frame into my arms. She puts the medical supplies down and puts her arms around me, gripping me tightly, as if afraid I’d let go. “Stop worrying, Angel.” I say telepathically to her. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what you say or do. You’re stuck with me, Macie. Through thick and thin.”

  She pulls back away from me slightly and smiles. “You know I love when you call me Angel, but I wish you’d call me by my name sometimes.” She laughs and shakes her head in amusement. “You only call me by my real name when you talk to me telepathically. Why is that?”

  I shrug and smirk down at her. “I like pissing you off.”

  She rolls her eyes. “That’s it?” she smacks my arm and moves away from me, heading towards the bed. She sits and then lies down on the bed, a smile still on her perfect face. “You can be such a child sometimes, Xanrun.”

  “I know.” I reply back, jumping on the bed and caging her with my body. She squeals and chuckles when I start tickling her. “But you love me and my childish ways, Angel. It’s part of my charm.”

  She stops laughing and stares up at me—her eyes worried and her heart begins to beat rapidly. “I do.” She says, confusing me. Her face reddens, but her gaze does not avert from mine. “Love you, I mean.” She reaches up and cups my face with her left hand and I close my eyes, elated by her words. “I think I fell in love with you the day you stopped me from killing you with that stupid smirk on your face.” She laughs and I join along, loving the memory myself. “I knew then that I have met my match. I just didn’t realize that you’d end up being my perfect match.”

  I kiss the palm of her hand and roll us over, until Macie is lying on top of my body and I’m staring up into her hypnotizing emerald gaze. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, Macie.”
She smiles when I say her name. “I was terrified that I had imprinted on a human, my supposed enemy, but when my eyes met yours…I was lost and I honestly didn’t want to be found. And then you tried to kill me and I knew you were the one for me.” I chuckle at the memory. “Especially when you continued to try to kill me multiple times after our meeting. My particular favorite was when you dumped poison into my Mac and Cheese.”

  My Angel blushes at the memory and shrugs. “Who knew aliens immune systems were that amazing? You lived, right? No harm, no foul.”

  “Or when you tried to strangle me in my sleep, but ended up tickling my neck instead?” I reply back and she glares. “You have such tiny, little hands and yet, you still tried to choke me.” Now I’m laughing full out. “You knew you would be unsuccessful, and still you tried anyway. Why?” I lean down and brush a kiss against her lips. “Because you were a survivor and stubborn as hell. Who knew I found both those traits so damn irresistible?”

  She snorts at my comment. “You must have thought I was crazy and I honestly don’t know why you keep flirting with me after I tried to kill you all those times.”

  I brush a stray hair out of her face and grin. “Because, I knew you wouldn’t have really killed me, Macie. Our bond wouldn’t have allowed it. No matter how hard you tried to hate me and kill me, you couldn’t. Partly because I’m so much more stronger than you.” I kiss one of my biceps and she groans in exasperation. “And partly because, deep down, you didn’t want to see me dead.”

  “You’re right, of course.” She sighs and closes her eyes. “I don’t want to see you hurt, Xanrun, which is why your plan to go seek revenge is worrying me so much. I couldn’t think straight these last couple of days because you won’t stop talking about leaving the shelter to make my world safe for me again.” She opens her eyes and I see the tears in them. “Aren’t you happy, down here, with me? Aren’t I enough for you? Is revenge more important then us?”