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Chapter 7: Never Wake a Sleepwalker

Samantha

Knox's meaty hands pinned me to the wall. I squirmed, kicking, but it was like he wasn't seeing me or hearing my shouts to let me go.

The Roulex had killed someone dear to him? A sister maybe? No wonder he was freaked out. But that didn't give him permission to man-handle me.

"You're a clever woman, but I'm not so easily swayed." His fingers dug into my shoulders, but I ignored the pain.

I had to figure a way out of him holding me up against the wall like this because I was suddenly too aware of him.

And he wasn't making any sense. Maybe he was reliving some nightmare this place had done to him. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead like he was straining against some great weight.

"Stop it." I pushed against his chest which was a wall of rippled muscles.

"Is this what you want?" He leaned forward, his eyes dilated again, then he sniffed my hair.

The weight and warmth of his body as he was so close to me, sent a surge of adrenaline through me. "Get off me." I shoved hard again.

He chuckled. The horned bastard actually laughed at me. "We both know that's not what you want, but I know a way to shut that pretty mouth of yours."

"Bastar - "

His lips crushed onto mine like I was his lifeline and for a moment I gave in. His sensual touch numbed my mind. I couldn't think except for him and me, right here, right now. His kiss was hungry and feverish. Something deep inside me ached for him, blossomed under his anger-fueled kiss.

No. I didn't want this - couldn't want this. I pushed against his chest, and he hiked my legs around his waist. His erection pressed hard against my stomach. My traitorous body shuddered beneath him.

His hands held hard onto my hips, thrusting his hardness to my core. If it hadn't been for my clothes and his, he'd be inside me. That idea made a liquid heat pool between my legs.

He kissed me more, but now it was a passionate, lustful kiss, and so hot I was melting in his arms.

His growl sent shivers of pleasure into my core. He rubbed his d*ck back and forth over my sex and even though I still wore the prison pants, I felt the euphoria of him stroking me and my climax built. I clung to him, and my nails dug into his shoulders.

His kiss swept me away. And when his hand reached up, pinching my nipple through my prison shirt, I exploded.

My back arched and I gasped as he ground into me. Holy f*ck! We weren't even having sex, but I was already climaxing.

I traced a hand up his shoulder and neck, to one of his horns and rubbed it up and down. My reward was a low growl in his throat that sent shivers of anticipation through me.

He kissed my jawline, then down my neck. His hands feeling along the hem of my pants.

"Oh God," I said in a breathless whisper. "I can't."

This felt more erotic than anything I'd ever done before. I don't know if it was because Knox was an alien or that he looked like a horned angel. He'd said he was dangerous. I needed to focus on that and not my burning libido.

I trembled beneath his touch, needing to stop this before we went too far, yet part of me didn't care. His erection pressing against me felt huge and thick. I licked my lips, anticipation crashing into me.

He yanked down his pants, then mine, rubbing his thick c*ck back and forth over my sex. I arched harder, his tip pressing into me a fraction. I wanted him so bad I couldn't think straight. Dangerous. He'd warned me.

I couldn't do this. Yet, I didn't want to stop. Couldn't stop and I clung to him, giving in to the passion.

His body went completely rigid.

"What is it?" I asked, panting, feeling the sudden change of temperature in the room from boiling hot to glacial.

He clenched his jaw so tight I heard his teeth grind. "I nearly fell for your tricks."

Before I could get my bearings or ask what the hell he was talking about, he pushed my legs off his waist. His wonderful c*ck, which hadn't gone in but a fraction, slid out of me and he stepped back like I was vile. He yanked up his pants.

I hiked up my own pants before sliding down the wall. Embarrassment slammed into me.

He stomped to the other end of the cell, as far as he could get from me and laid down. His back and wings to me.

A snicker sounded from the barred door. Three Roulex stood there gawking with their buggy, black eyes. Their scales were a purplish color, rather than the usual dull green, and heat crept up my chest and into my face. They'd been watching.

Breeder - that's the word they had used that I thought was a mistranslation. F*ck no!

They leered at me and I crossed my arms over my chest, sinking to the dirty, prison floor. They must have been what Knox had been talking about, them tricking us.

When the Roulex gave up, seeing neither I nor Knox were giving them any entertainment, they left.

For a long time, I stared at Knox, unable to say anything. My body still buzzed from his kisses...his touch. But even though he wasn't moving or saying anything, he still gave off strong vibes to stay away from him.

Fine. Wasn't my fault that either of us were locked in this cell together. Or that our jailers could watch us whenever they wanted. Hell, I was surprised they came in person as I had no doubt they had cameras rigged in the ceilings.

I leaned against the stone wall and hugged my knees to me. As much as I hated being a prisoner, able to be spied on at any given moment, the rush of Knox holding me and kissing me lingered. So much so that if he glanced at me, I'd probably strip naked and mount him.

Sh*t. What the hell was wrong with me? He was an alien, the first one I'd ever kissed. I shook my head. He wasn't the first I'd ever had a crush on. I'd just never acted on my impulses before.

There were strict rules and tons of restrictions on Earth that made it nearly impossible to be with an extra-terrestrial. So, I never pushed and honestly had never been attracted or tempted by an alien. Had they spiked our food with some type of sexual inhibitor?

I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to calm my still racing heart.

Knox's soft breathing told me he was asleep. His dark feathers covered him and every so often they trembled.

Even though I was exhausted from everything, no way was I going to lay down on this filthy floor. I shuddered from the idea and the coldness seeping into me from the stones. I'd sleep sitting up.

The Roulex wanted us to mate and get a cheap thrill? Would they sell our offspring or worse? The idea made bile rush into the back of my throat.

A whimpered groan sounded from Knox and I bit my lip. Was he having a nightmare? I crept forward, lightly touching the edge of his wing, which was softer than velvet.

He jerked upright, staring at me like he didn't see me.

Oh sh*t! I scrambled backward, but his hand shot out, grabbing my ankle. I crashed to the floor.

"Knox, stop. Wake up!"

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