Page 16 of Keeping Freya (Warriors of Arracate #3)

Freya

T he night shift is boring, and I feel restless after these days in close proximity to T’Rak. My body is humming, and my chest is pulsing. Can it be the bond? I don’t feel it like he does, but maybe on some level, my body responds.

I sag into the captain’s chair. It’s big—too big for me, so it feels more like a small couch.

I can get comfortable here, maybe I can…

I stop my train of thought. I can’t do that, or can I?

I haven’t felt this aroused since I left Earth, so this should be a huge win for me.

I’m glad I’m not dead inside, that I can still have desire.

Somehow, T’Rak’s nearness has awakened that part of me again, what better way than to reclaim my body with a self-induced orgasm?

A little self-care sounds better by the minute, and I loosen the straps of my pants.

Closing my eyes, I lay my head back. I move my hand straight to my pussy, not bothering with foreplay, because I know I will find myself wet.

Groaning, I spread the wetness through my folds and lightly touch my clit.

The touch is electrifying. It has been so long.

Taking out my hand, I lick my finger, wetting it some more.

With gentle strokes, I work my clit, moving down to my entrance.

I hesitate, then gently push one fingertip in.

My core throbs around my finger, my muscles tightening, but when I take the digit out and circle my clit before trying once more, I feel myself relaxing.

This is just me, pleasuring myself. I am in control.

The image of a certain alien flashes through my mind.

The determination on his face when he’s focusing on his tasks.

What would it feel like if he turned that focus to me?

If he were crouching between my legs right now, I would see his head when I look down.

Moaning, I spread my legs, my touch growing more frantic.

I thrust my finger all the way in, but it’s not enough, and I add a second finger, biting my lip to keep from making too much noise.

I’m close, so close. I fantasize it’s his fingers inside my channel, his tongue lapping at my clit. I moan his name—then freeze when the door opens and I hear him call out mine.

T’Rak

The scent of arousal hangs heavy in the air. Sleep did not come, and after tossing and turning for a while, I decided to join Fr’Ya at command.

Her arousal was the last thing I expected I would find when I got back. I hesitate at the door. Should I enter? Is she touching herself? Or is she waiting for me? I really should have asked D’Var and O’Rec for tips on human females.

Then I hear it—the sound of my name coming from her lips, one word, filled with desire. I open the door and call out her name.

Fr’ya is still seated in the chair, and she lets out a muffled groan and a little yelp.

“T’Rak?” she asks, voice pitched-high.

“Fr’Ya.” My voice is hoarse, and my cock is hard. I am drawn to her, and I cannot control myself as I walk closer. She turns the chair, and we face each other. She is panting, one of her hands still inside her pants.

I clench my fists, I need to do something… Anything. “I could not sleep.”

She lifts one corner of her mouth, but stays silent.

“Were you…” I lick my lips. I know what she was doing, but somehow I need to hear her say the words.

Her cheeks turn pink, but only slightly, before she juts her chin forward. “Yes, I was touching myself.”

“While thinking of me?” It sounds smug, and I cannot help it, but it would mean there is still hope—that she is attracted to me.

She rolls her eyes. “Yes.”

I take another step. “What were you thinking about?”

“Just you…” She sounds almost shy.

“You were thinking of me while touching yourself?”

She shrugs shyly. “It has to be because of the bond, somehow. Right? I mean…”

“Maybe.” Carefully, I take a step towards her, and I groan when I see movement in her pants. I almost burst and I grab my cock to will it down.

“Lose the pants,” she says with a husky voice.

I take a minute—just a minute—to look at her, but then she takes her hand out of her pants and rises. “Lose the pants, T’Rak.”

Suddenly, I feel anxious and shy. I have never been naked with a female before, and I hesitate .

“You’re not scared, are you?”

Her teasing is just what I need to get out of my head. “I am T’Rak, Warrior of Arracate. I have faced and conquered more enemies than anybody in our entire fleet. I am not scared of showing you my cock.” And with those words, I drop my pants.

Her breath hitches, her eyes grow wide. I am fully erect, and my ridges are rippling across the skin.

“Now show me what you have been hiding.”

She hesitates, her fingers tremble at the hem of her shirt. Fear clouds her scent, and I freeze, staying rooted where I am. “You do not have to do anything you do not want. It is your choice. It will always be your choice.”

Her chin wobbles, but she locks her jaw and gives me a firm look of acknowledgement. “I am strong. I am not a victim.” She raises her chin defiantly. “I killed them. I won.”

She balls her fists and looks me in the eye. “I won. So I am taking back everything they took from me, and you will help me.”

Slowly, oh so very slowly, she puts her thumbs in the band of her trousers and lets them drop. Immediately, I am hit with a fresh wave of arousal and driven by pure instincts, I take a few more steps towards her. She sits in the chair again, and I fall to my knees before her.

“Fr’Ya…” My control is hanging on by a thread, and I am afraid that I will spill like a youngster if I touch my cock right now. “You are intoxicating.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Never seen a naked woman before, Warrior?”

I know she means to tease, but she has no idea how right she is. I will not lie to her, I will never lie to her, so I confirm her teasing.

“No. ”

“No?” She widens her stance a little and her fingers comb through the curls at the apex of her thighs. “Like… never?”

“Never.”

“Interesting…” she drawls, but her words fade into the background as I am distracted by her fingers opening up her core, sliding through her folds.

“Fr’Ya…” It is all I seem to be able to say. I cannot form any thoughts, but I can only think of her name. Her scent is enveloping me, and when she pushes one finger inside, I leak a drop of pre-cum on the floor.

“Look at you, T’Rak. The Great Warrior of Arracate, brought to his knees by a simple human.” Her finger slides in and out of her opening, each time glistening a little bit more. A guttural moan leaves my throat.

I grab my cock and squeeze it tight to hold off my orgasm. “Nothing simple about you. You are everything I have dreamed of and more. Such a pretty, pretty cunt.”

She picks up the pace of her fingers and adds another. A little moan slips from her lips, and I groan.

She looks at me with hooded eyes. “I don’t know why, but I really like that you haven’t been with anybody else. It is such a turn-on.” Her fingers leave her opening and slide through her folds towards a spot hidden by her hand and the curls on her body.

She moans louder as she starts rubbing there. “To know that my body is the first you have ever seen. To make you lose control with just my skin.” She starts panting and increases the pace of her rubbing.

With a groan, I start moving my hand over my cock. Sensing that she is chasing her peek, I want to be right there with her when she gets there. Share this intimate moment with her.

Her legs start to shake, and she grabs hold of the side of the chair to steady herself. “T’Rak… Has anybody ever touched you?”

“Only me.” I grit out, and my hand moves faster now, mimicking her pace.

“Ooooooooh.” She moans loudly, and the rubbing turns frantic. “T’Rak. I’m gonna…”

She is going to cum and I am right there with her. She shouts out as she starts trembling, and the scent of her arousal is overbearing. I cannot hold it any longer, and I groan out her name as I cum. Like I have never before.

Panting, we look at each other. I do not dare move, afraid of her reaction.

“You ah—you made quite the mess.” She blushes and giggles.

“I will clean it up in a minute.” My voice is gruff, and I focus on her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” She is silent as if the words are really sinking into her.

I give her a curt nod before I pick up her discarded trousers and hand them to her.

Turning around, I grab my own and quickly get dressed.

I stalk towards the kitchen to grab a rag and return to clean the floor.

No need to keep this waiting for the cleaning bots.

“So…” she drawls, and I look at her. “You’re a virgin?”

I nod while I continue cleaning.

“Why?”

I shrug and throw the rag in a corner when I rise.

“I never saw the need. My Zarra is the only one that matters. Why would I chase pleasure with someone who can never be part of my future? That felt like a waste of time, so I would rather focus on the mission. I always believed that the stars would guide me in the right direction when it was my time.”

The words sting, and my tail flicks across the floor as agitation flows through me.

“I’m sorry fate paired you with me,” she whispers .

“You should not feel sorry; I most certainly am not.” I walk towards her and tip her chin so she has to look at me. You are fierce, brave, and so strong. I like the way you challenge me.”

I take a moment to find the right words. “I am very grateful I met you.”

The bond pulses, and I see her pupils widen as if she also feels it.

“Remember that the next time you’re angry with me,” she grins before she walks away, and I shake my head.