by A. G. Wilde
He may look like superman but even superman slept.
Superman. Ha.
Pity his powers didn't include flying. Then they wouldn't have to endure this arduous journey.
Despite that, he still had powers. Powers she didn’t have.
It was still hard for her to believe he could read minds.
That was something that would take getting used to.
As the thought swirled in her head, her breath hitched in her throat.
He could read minds.
What if he was listening to her right now?
What if he'd been listening from the start?
He did say he could hear the thought if it was projected right at him.
Was she doing that right now?
Oh God.
Could he hear her?
Opening one eye slightly, she regarded him.
The sound of the blade didn't cease as he sharpened it; he was completely engrossed in what he was doing.
Maybe she should test if he was listening?
Like maybe think something really absurd.
But what?
She thought of the only thing that came to her mind. She imagined J'onn from Justice League and tried to project the thought at him by focusing on the image in her mind.
The sharpening of the blade didn't cease. There was no look in her direction. No indication he could hear her.
Diana squeezed her eyes shut and breathed out softly.
The Gods must be crazy.
First, she’d been abducted by aliens. Then she’d been manipulated by aliens. And here she was lusting after an alien.
What was wrong with her?
She wasn’t usually like this. So easily…affected.
She loved cocks. Which heterosexual woman didn’t? A nice cock, a rocking hard body, a handsome face…those things would turn any woman on…and he had it all.
Maybe it was just her subconscious playing around with her.
He was hot. Alien or not. And her mind was just conveniently forgetting the alien part.
Plus, she had to remember what he had done while they’d been imprisoned on that ship.
She still didn’t understand the extent of his powers but she couldn’t just forgive him for what he’d done.
She didn’t like him.
She needed to remember that.
No, it went further than that. It wasn’t just that she didn’t like him. She hated him.
Squeezing her eyes more tightly shut, she sighed softly, listening to the sound of his blade as he sharpened it.
She hated him.
She needed to remind herself of that.
Yet, that was something hard to do.
Did she really hate him?
It was hard to hate someone that was so…nonconfrontational. He wasn’t making it easy. As a matter of fact, he was making it hard to hate him.
And when she’d wrestled him to the ground and force-fed him…damn.
Burying her face into the zehmip skins, she let out a soft groan.
He’d felt so good.
So, so good.
She needed to stop thinking about him. She really, really did.
She’d always been self-sufficient.
Strong.
Reliant only on Diana O’Neal.
So why on earth was some alien guy shaking her up inside?
And why, just why was her resolve slipping so easily?
* * *
The human let out a sound in her sleep. A tantalizing sound. A sound that had his body freezing as he glanced at her.
She was sleeping, but the sound had been unmistakable.
It was ecstasy. A sound one uttered when experiencing intense pleasure. A moan that echoed under the small tent and brought his body to attention immediately.
What in Polvrak’s name was she dreaming about to cause her to moan like that?
Better yet, why were her little murmurs so…enchanting?
He’d been trying not to let the sight of her get to him but it was hard to block her sounds from his ear.
Ever since they’d settled under the tent to rest, he’d had images replaying in his head of her straddling him, forcing the food packet towards his mouth.
Even now, it brought laughter within him…and something else.
The twitch against his pants was another thing it brought.
He was rock hard. Rock hard and straining for release—the memory of her soft, supple body as she’d pressed against him, holding him down, it was driving him crazy.
And now, the sounds she was making in her sleep, they were making it almost unbearable.
His cock strained against his trousers some more, aching to be touched. But he wouldn’t touch himself. It would give him little release.
Qrak.
This was what happened to his brothers. Xul and Crex had succumbed to the same fate, and here he was, falling into the same trap.
He should have known.
He should distract himself. It seemed now that his sole purpose was getting them to the outpost safely, his mind had space to focus on other things. And what he’d decided to focus on was her…this illogical, wild, unpredictable human.
Grabbing his blade, he began to sharpen it.
But with each swipe of the metal against metal, thoughts of the human still swam in his mind.
Diana.
This Diana.
Her soft body against his, pressing him into the sand. Her hjek-colored hair falling over her shoulders. Her softness molded against his hardness.
She was so small, so delicate, so soft.
Yet, she’d had the guts to tackle him to the ground. She’d even tackled a qrakking sand cat to the ground.
A grunt left his throat as he remembered that.
She was delicate and soft, but she didn’t act like it.
So many soft parts.
He’d felt them when she’d held him down with her body.
Her soft thighs had held fast on either side of his.
And her soft breasts.
Those breasts.
His cock twitched again at the memory.
He wanted to see them again.
Well, he wanted more than that.
He wanted to bury his face between them, he wanted to feel them underneath his lips, he wanted to know what they felt like underneath his palms.
What did the pink buds in their center taste like?
And her pussy…if her breasts were so beautiful, what did her pussy look like?
He could only imagine it was just as soft and delicate looking as the rest of her.
Something he’d love to sink himself into.
Yce’s eyes widened slightly.
His thoughts.
He was always in control of his mind.
What was this?
Taking a few short breaths, he tried to calm the suddenly hard beating of his heart and the throbbing in his pants.
So this was what human women did.
They enchanted.
And he, the resistant Yce, was falling for this enchantment.
How she was doing it, he didn’t know.
Getting behind his walls was hard. Yet, this human was now in his head, making his body react in ways that he didn’t seem to be able to control.
He remembered when they were in the cell on the Isclit ship.
He hadn’t been feeling like this.
It just showed the extent to which he’d blocked her out to focus on the mission. He remembered only breaking his concentration once when she’d been so worried about the other women that she’d begun to get restless.
He’d been talking to another human then, the one called Piper, and he’d let Diana know that at least Piper was ok.
That had seemed to calm her for a bit.
But that had been it.
He’d gone back to focusing on the mission.
And now, it seemed that because he didn’t have the mission to focus on, it gave space for other things.
Other thin
gs…namely her.
As he sharpened the blade, he sensed when she came awake.
He was certain of it.
She was awake, but she was making no indication that she was.
Shifting his leg, he sat so his erection was not within her line of sight.
The last thing he needed was for her to think that he was secretly getting off on watching her sleep. He didn’t need her to know how she affected him.
That would only complicate things and things were already complicated.
But, if she was awake, why was she still pretending to sleep?
He could probe her mind, but he wouldn’t.
She’d asked him not to and he respected that. He hadn’t read her mind since they’d escaped from the Isclit ship.
Focusing on sharpening his blade, he decided to pretend that he didn’t know she was awake.
Maybe she needed some privacy.
He got that.
It was one thing he understood fully. He was solitary, after all. Enjoying his own space. Enjoying silence.
It was the first time he’d been around another being apart from his brothers where he wasn’t constantly annoyed by their presence.
But that also meant he wasn’t itching to get rid of her.
Contrary to his thoughts when the Elysium had crash landed, he was actually enjoying the human’s presence.
His cock twitched underneath his trousers again and he bit back a groan.
Maybe he was starting to enjoy her presence too much.
Chapter Sixteen
The alien didn’t seem to sleep. When Diana dozed off again and woke a few hours later, he was still sitting in the corner of the tent.
She would ask if he wasn’t going to sleep, but she didn’t want to talk to him.
Somehow she had a feeling that if she tried, her words would come out in a breathless rush and give her away.
Luckily, she hadn’t dreamed about fucking him again and that was a relief.
Yet, as she sat up in the tent, she pulled the zehmip skins closer toward her as if to offer some protection.
Protection from what?
Herself?
She was the horny one.
Ugh, she could just throttle herself. Of all the things to be feeling in this situation, horny wasn’t one of them.
She was running for her life on an alien planet. Her own planet was eons away and the only other humans close by could be dead for all she knew.
It wasn’t a situation to be horny in. Yet, even now, watching him put away his blade, the muscles in his arms and shoulders rippling as he moved, she felt her clit respond.
Fuck.
The dream had felt so real.
So darn real.
It was almost as if she could feel his cock spread her lips wide as he entered her.
She could almost feel it now.
So strong, she wanted to brush her fingers over her clit.
Fuck!
Squeezing her eyes shut, his voice startled her.
“You’re awake.”
Diana swallowed hard.
She couldn’t answer. If she did, it would be a breathless gasp. She was despicable.
Utterly despicable.
Nodding, she pulled the zehmip skin closer around her body.
Had his voice gotten deeper or something? He sounded sexier…or maybe that was the horniness talking.
Goddammit.
“Here,” he said, white eyes meeting hers as he outstretched a part of a zehmip stalk toward her. “Eat. We trek when you’re ready.”
Nodding again, she took the stalk from him and began eating, watching him as she did.
As she gulped down the last piece of the fleshy stalk, she grabbed her bag.
“How much longer do we walk?” she asked, intent on focusing on something, anything else than him.
“Not long,” he said, grabbing his sack as he exited the tent.
As she exited behind him, she pulled the zehmip skins closer over her shoulder. The nights on this planet were always so cold. It was a stark contrast to the heat of the day.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” she asked as they set off. His boots sunk into the sand with every step and she felt like a child wearing them but he hadn’t asked for them back. He was being kind to her.
“I do,” he answered, his words floating in the cool air to reach her.
“I just,” he continued, “had things on my mind.”
Diana snorted. “Tell me about it.”
He glanced back at her then, his white gaze flicking over her face for a second and she felt herself blush.
She hoped he couldn’t see in the dim light.
Yes, she had things on her mind. He didn’t need to know what those things were and she wasn’t going to expound on that conversation.
Clearing her throat, she cast her gaze around them.
It was quiet. Cold and quiet.
So quiet, you’d think they were alone in the wilderness. It was absolutely deceiving.
“You are worried about your friends?” he asked, turning back around to continue walking.
Yes, she’d go with that.
Her friends, or rather, the other humans, were what had been filling her mind for the last few hours. Not hot alien bod.
“Have you contacted your men? Your brothers?” she asked instead.
“No,” he replied. “I can sense they are surviving.”
“Surviving,” Diana mumbled, adjusting the cloth bag over her shoulders. “Not exactly optimistic.”
“Contacting them unnecessarily will use too much of my energy and I need to be...alert,” he finished.
Diana’s eyes narrowed a little.
Somehow, it felt as if he was going to finish with something else.
Maybe he was going say he needed to be alert because he had a little human to take care of.
Her eyes narrowed some more.
It was dark now, but she could see enough of him in the darkness to glare at his back. The long white strands of hair that flowed over his gorgeous, muscular back.
Momentarily squeezing her eyes shut, she breathed out hard.
This is why she needed to hate him.
But hating him was as hard as staring at a snack like Henry Cavill relaxing in a hot tub and keeping her eyes to herself.
They were walking for what felt like another half an hour, and during that time she kept internally arguing with herself, trying to find things about him that she hated, things she should hate.
Her list was thin.
She only had two things:
One, he was an alien.
Two, he had altered her thoughts without her permission.
Annoyingly, the more time she spent with him, the less angry she was becoming about those two things.
As a matter of fact, the first thing was almost something she’d forgotten.
He didn’t feel like an alien.
Again, she wished he looked like one of those Tasqals or Jabba the Hutt.
She was in her thoughts with Yce a few paces in front of her because of his boots slowing her down, but she noticed he had stopped suddenly, his arms tense.
Squinting in the darkness, a chill ran down her spine automatically.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, her eyes darting around them.
She wished they could carry a torch, her eyes were no good in the darkness, but she knew it wasn’t wise.
“Listen,” he said. But he didn’t say the words out loud. He’d spoken to her in her fucking head! Her anger flared for a second and she was about to tell him to talk to her normally when she heard it, the undeniable sound of tree bark stretching.
“Zehmips,” she thought.
“Several of them,” he spoke in her head again but she ignored the fact. Something about the fact he was doing it made the hairs on her arms stiffen. Obviously, he wanted to remain silent.
“They are waking up all around us,” his voice was suddenly urgent.
She could hear them,
the sound was almost deafening now, doing away with the silence that was there before.
And there was another sound.
A snarl.
She knew that sound.
She remembered it clearly. After all, she’d had that same snarl right at her ears when she’d taken down one of the animals with her own two arms.
Sand cats.
“A dozen sand cats. Multiple zehmips,” Yce said. “I’ve never heard of so many in one place before.”
Shit.
This wasn’t good.
There was no way they could handle so many predators on their own all at once.
“What should we do? What should I do?” she thought back to him, not even realizing she was communicating with him in that way.
When his large hand clasped hers, Diana’s eyes widened.
“We run,” he said, holding her hand tightly as he took off.
Chapter Seventeen
They took off at a run but it was difficult moving quickly in his boots. Nevertheless, Diana gulped hard, finding strength in his tight grip on her hand as they ran.
It was dark, she couldn’t see anything, but she could hear it all. She could hear that things were happening around them. Terrifying things.
The sound of tree bark stretching was coming from every direction.
That meant a lot of zehmips.
She didn’t think she ever saw more than two close to each other but from the sounds around them, it sounded like they were suddenly in a forest of the things.
As the cold air hit her face, she forced her legs to push forward. Yce was still gripping her hand tightly as if he was scared of her fingers slipping from his, and she focused on the tug of his arm as they ran through the night.
She heard the sand cats too. They were growling, snarling, and she could almost hear them moving in the sand. Their feet were padded, making them silent predators as they traversed the sand in their hunt. But she was acutely aware that apart from her and Yce running and the sound of the zehmips rising, there was movement around them too.
They were being chased.
“Can we outrun them?” she asked in her mind, hoping he could hear her. She didn’t know how it worked. She wasn’t sure she could just speak to him like this but it was worth a try. She knew shouting to him in the night might bring more attention to them and attention was not what they needed right now.
“No,” he answered, his deep voice suddenly appearing in her mind.