Chapter 23

Brook was a second away from slapping at random buttons on the console, or what passed for buttons. There were all manner of controls: switches, toggles, levers, rolling balls, and several kinds she'd never seen before. Lights flashed here and there on every surface. She thought the floor might even have control panels installed.

Panic jumped into her throat and lodged itself there. She was thankful, since the constriction made it so she couldn't scream. First her crew had been taken from her, now her ship, and to drop a cherry on the shit sundae, she was a captive on the enemy’s ship and headed into the unknown.

Brook wanted to tear her hair out in frustration. Instead, she forced herself to try and figure out the controls, attempting to ignore the very large and very agitated male by her side.

His skin was so dark it shone in the myriad lights of the craft. His face was contorted into a mask of rage, his eyes slits, his smile a rictus of clenched teeth and tightened musculature. He looked ready to explode.

She only prayed she wasn't in the area when it happened.

Unfortunately, it didn't look like she'd be leaving the area anytime soon to get to safety. Brook needed to calm him down. It was a matter of self-preservation.

First, she took a few deep breaths of her own. They'd never be able to figure out the controls if they couldn't think straight. She concentrated on her breathing. In. Out.

She circled around Ontarii so that she came up from behind him. Taking a risk, she pressed her front to his back, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin pressed against her cheek.

Her arms wrapped around his chest and she held him tight. "Breathe with me," she said, couching her voice low. Then she took a deep breath. In. Out.

He stiffened when she'd first touched him, but after a few breaths she could feel his muscles unclench. He relaxed by degrees, his breathing coming into sync with hers. She held him, breathing in, breathing out, calming him, soothing him.

She began to remove her arms after several moments, but his hands came up and held them in place. Brook smiled against his back, happy to be touching him, to be holding him. They stood there, arms entwined, as the minutes passed slowly.

"Do you think there is any way to determine which of these controls is the navigation?" She tried to keep her voice calm and low.

"I've tried to find a display with coordinates, but I don't see anything familiar. We've never captured any Hareema technology. Your Earth controls are accessible to us because we'd had schematics of your ships, and besides, they aren't anywhere near as advanced as our own vessels."

He pointed out a few controls that loomed above his head. "That could be some kind of navigational display, but for all I know it could operate the waste disposal unit. Either way, it doesn't matter because I'd need to grow another two feet to be able to reach it."

His face began to tighten again as the futility of their efforts overwhelmed him. In a minute, all her work would be undone if he became agitated again. She had to do something fast to distract him from his rage.

But what? She didn't have time to think of anything that wasn't another useless question that would only further upset him.

So she did the only thing she could think of to do.

She kissed him.

Brook grabbed his head, burying her fingers in his soft tendrils, and pulling his head down to her. She pressed her lips against his, hard, holding tightly to him.

He growled against her mouth, but gave in readily to her advancement. One moment he was stone, the next second he was molding her against his hot skin. Not wasting a moment, Brook wrapped her arms around his neck and hopped upward, wrapping her legs around his waist. It was the only way to get close enough to him, to be on his level.

He slid his hands down her back, cupping her butt tightly as he licked at her mouth. The deep grunts that left him were beyond sensual. She just needed a momentary way to calm him down, but now that she was latched to the front of him, she didn’t want to let go.

His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, and she moaned. He teased her with his warm tongue, licking her full bottom lip, then around her top, then back to her bottom before sliding deep inside of her, staking his claim on her.

His cock pressed against her, the thick shape under his sarong so prominent and stunning. Almost deserving of worship.

Brook lowered her feet to the floor as Ontarii let out a groan of frustration and tried to follow her with his lips. She deflected, giving him a kiss on the cheek before dropping to her knees.

With his assistance, she was able to pull off his sarong, baring his majestic body. She couldn't get enough of him, and though it wasn’t the right time, it never would be.

He was onyx perfection, his well-formed muscles flexing, his flawless skin shining. His erection twitched as she ran her hands up his thick thighs and let out a content sound. He was beautiful and she wanted him to be hers in a way that didn’t make much sense.

His fingers slid into her hair as he watched her intently from above her. “Taste me, Jennifer.”

Warmth buzzed through her and she nodded before leaning in and kissing the thick head of his cock. “Yeah. I want to.”

Ontarii let out a groan that echoed around the small confines of the ship. Brook's eyes moved from his body to his face, making sure that she hadn’t somehow hurt him. His gaze met hers and she found intense hunger there. Without hesitation she returned her mouth to his magnificent cock, running her tongue up the length of him.

It wasn't until she had pulled him into her mouth that she remembered the electro-stimulation his cock was capable of producing. For one dreadful second, she worried that he would shock her.

Ontarii's face had relaxed, his eyes closed, his nostrils flared. She watched as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He wanted it badly, and she could deny him nothing.

Willing to risk the danger of a shock, Brook began working him, forcing herself to take more and more of him with each stroke. Her fingers played along the soft tendrils of his sack, scratching and tugging a little just to hear him groan again.

His moan was low and delicious, leaving her filled with lustful abandon. His reaction fueled her own, and Brook began taking him in deeper, trying to fit more and more of his prodigious member into her mouth.

He hit the back of her throat, and she narrowly repressed her gag reflex, but it was worth every second of his pleasure.

Suddenly his hands were on either side of her head, holding her in place. Gently he began fucking her slowly as he kept his dark eyes on her. Excitement rushed through her and left her body on fire due to him taking charge.

His strong hands shook as they held her head, and his thighs begin to tremble as well. She'd never had such a powerful effect on a man, and it left her dizzy.

Brook squeezed her thighs together, feeling her own body prepare for sex that wasn’t going to come.

Ontarii picked up his pace until he was fucking her mouth, faster and faster. Brook increased her suction until he was groaning with every thrust. Much to her surprise, no shock came with his ecstasy.

"Don't stop, please," he grunted loudly, his face locked between agony and extreme pleasure.

Brook wrapped her arms around his thighs, forcing herself to take him deeper.

"Fuck," he shouted, his knees shaking something horrible. Still he thrust, still she sucked, until finally with a tremendous yell he climaxed.

His cock vibrated heavily in her mouth, twitching once, twice, and again, but there was no evidence beyond that of his orgasm. He'd released nothing but his yell.

The hands on her head threaded into her hair to gently pull her upward. Then his arms slipped under hers and he lifted her, holding her against his chest.

"Thank you, Jennifer."

The way he said her name made her break out in shivers. People rarely used her first name, and something about the seductive and reverent way he formed the syllables made her want to melt.

“That was incredible," he said, nuzzling her neck as he held her face next to his. "I've never experienced anything like it."

What did he mean? The alien commander had never received oral sex before? How could that be possible?

He must have taken in her incredulous expression because Ontarii laughed. "That's right, woman. I've never had that particular pleasure before."

"But how is that possible?" she asked. "The men and women on my planet do that sort of stuff all the time."

Ontarii's teeth were bright in his face, making the darkness of his skin that much more intense. "I'm sure they do. As you might have noticed when I was deep inside you earlier, Zantharian males' anatomy is not identical to human males though."

"Yeah," she mumbled. "You're a lot bigger than any man I've ever met."

He laughed again, and she couldn’t help but smile. "That's not what I'm talking about."

"The electricity?" Of course. She'd feared those shocks herself.

Ontarii nodded. "They are an automatic response for the Zantharian male. Not something we can control. Naturally, Zantharian females are reluctant to risk the shock, but since my charge is completely depleted, we didn't have to worry about my bioelectricity."

"I'm glad I could share that experience with you for the first time."

"Me too. You have no idea how much it means to me." He brushed her hair back and looked down at her lovingly, the expression stealing the last bit of her resolve to remain inattentive to whatever was unfolding between them.

When his lips took hers they were gentle, the savagery of their earlier encounter washed away with a tranquil tenderness. Her arms encircled his neck of their own accord and Brook lost herself to his kiss.

When she could no longer breathe, she had to pull away.

Ontarii slowly lowered her to the floor, sliding her body along his, making her feel every inch of him. “I want you. Tell me I can have you.”

“Anything you want,” she whispered against his lips as he nipped at her and growled low in his chest.

She realized then that his cock had not softened. If anything, it was harder than ever. She marveled at this male's sexual prowess. He turned her on like no one ever had. Even in their current situation, spiraling out of control, an alien enemy's prisoner, she could put circumstance out of her mind and focus on her attraction to this stunning man in front of her.

Taking her zipper between his fingers, the major began to pull it downward, then he peeled her out of her flight suit. She barely noticed when he removed her underclothing, and soon she stood before him, as naked as he was.

"I know you're no good for me," he said, his voice low, but face beautifully sincere. "And I'm no good for you, but I don't care. I want you so fucking bad."

Brook wasn't sure what to make of his words. She hugged herself, suddenly cold. Why was she no good for him?

He wrapped his strong arms around her and tugged on her chin to pull her gaze to his, and nothing else mattered. He smiled, his eyes full of desire, and she let her thoughts go. He wanted her, and she more than wanted him.

“Good enough” could go to hell.