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Page 28 of My Alien Bughead (Supernova Casanovas #4)

Chapter 28

Lucía

By the time I’ve finished upgrading the last grenade, D’Aakh is fast asleep again. I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did.

He’d wanted to help assemble the components but his hands were shaking too violently to hold the delicate parts together. He was probably in a lot of pain, too. I saw how carefully he moved and noticed the occasional wince even though he’d tried so hard to hide it from me.

Males are the same everywhere, apparently. Acting like the world will end if they admit to being in pain.

A station-wide broadcast announces that the Supernova has detected three unmarked ships en route to the station. Estimated time of arrival: a little over eight hours. Arnik praises everyone for working hard on preparations and urges us to eat and get some rest. To spend a few hours with the people we love.

I glance over at the snoring figure collapsed on the now empty workbench, Arnik’s little announcement making me wonder, do I love D’Aakh? I can’t deny the explosive physical attraction between us but, love? Hell, I’m not even sure I like him! Yet, my heart thumps painfully at the thought of never seeing him again. Never feeling his arms around me.

When I’d fallen apart earlier, instead of verbally stomping on me like the old D’Aakh would have, he’d picked me up and held me in his arms. He’d teased me until laughter chased away my tears. That was…

I shake my head. I don’t even know what to think about it. It was totally out of character for the D’Aakh I know, yet it felt like the real D’Aakh. The D’Aakh from before the female he’d loved had died in his arms and he’d become consumed with pain and guilt.

Do I want this new, overly cynical D’Aakh? Or could I patiently support him and see if he returns to his previous self? Do I even want D’Aakh? Great, now my tired brain is picturing me adopting an alien puppy with two glowing antennae. I should probably get some sleep.

Looking over at D’Aakh again, I cringe at seeing the awkward angle his neck is turned. That’s going to hurt when he wakes up. He shouldn’t be sleeping here like this. He should be in a bed.

“D’Aakh.” I murmur, tapping his shoulder before realizing he’s out cold so I start shaking him gently. Hopefully, he won’t wake up talking about sex again, because I’m not sure I could resist his sleepy cuteness this time. “D’Aakh, wake up.”

“Mmm. Eager,” he murmurs, cracking one eye open and giving me a lazy smile. “I like that.”

I smack the top of his head. “Stop thinking about sex.” Someone has to be sensible and it won’t be me. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

“How am I supposed to stop thinking about sex when you say things like that?” D’Aakh snorts, rousing up enough to stand but it’s clear he’s not completely with it. “Your bed or mine? I have a big bed. You’d like it.”

“I bet I would, but your bed is on a spaceship floating miles away from here, so we’re not going there. We’re going to my room.”

“Ooh. Sounds great. Lead the way, ma’am. I’m yours to command.”

Draping his arm over my shoulders, I support D’Aakh as he wobbles toward the door. “You’re mine, eh?” I can’t help but tease, my mind completely in the gutter.

“I am,” he confirms, his words nearly unintelligible through a wide yawn. “Captain said so. He said ‘if you want him, he’s yours’. So I’m yours.”

Mine. It terrifies me how much I like the sound of that. “Just for now,” I correct him.

“For however long you want. I—” D’Aakh stumbles, nearly dragging us both to the floor. “Oops. Sorry. My feet don’t work. My cock does, though. Do you want to see?”

Praying for stronger willpower, I close my eyes. How am I supposed to resist this adorably beautiful man? The fact that D’Aakh’s too exhausted to know what he’s saying is the only thing stopping me from taking him up on his offer. If he offers again later when he’s rested up and lucid, I’m jumping his bones and I don’t care where we are or who’s watching. For now, we’ll just go to bed. To sleep.

We arrive at my door without further incident. I’d love to take a shower but I simply cannot find the energy for it. Instead, I fall into bed the same way D’Aakh does, by simply collapsing onto the mattress.

Fidgeting, D’Aakh grumbles, “This bed is too small for two people.”

“That’s because it’s a twin. Just scoot over.”

“Ugh. Fine.” He rolls over a little too far and I barely catch him before he falls off. “See? Too small. You’ll have to lie on top of me.”

I snort. “How long did it take you to come up with that terrible line?”

“Don’t know.” He yawns. “Came to me in a dream. Of course, in that dream, you were wearing fewer clothes.”

“Yeah. Keep dreaming.”

“Mmm.”

I do end up sleeping with my body half draped over D’Aakh’s chest, my arm and leg clutching him for support. It’s the best sleep I’ve ever had.

Waking up in D’Aakh’s arms, I’m toasty warm and so comfortable that I don’t want to move. Ever.

“Morning,” he says as he feels me stirring.

“Is it?” I groan, the gravity of our situation rushing back to me. “How long do we have? We didn’t oversleep, did we?” Is it possible to oversleep and miss an entire battle? “I should take a shower. Is it normal to take a shower right before fighting for our lives?” My accompanying laugh sounds hysterical even to my ears.

D’Aakh pulls me in closer, tightening his grip until I can’t move. “Relax, Lucía. Everything is going to be fine.”

Shaking my head, I think, How could everything be fine? The station will be attacked, people will get hurt. Many of us could die. Someone will die. “I don’t want to die,” I whimper. I should be brave and strong, an example for others but I can’t help it. I’m terrified and I really, really don’t want to die.

“You won’t.” There’s no trace of doubt or hesitation in D’Aakh’s voice. “I promise, Lucía. You will not get hurt.”

“But others might.”

He sighs. “Yes. Others might. But whatever you might think of my crew, we’re still the Nova squad. The most feared Voidstalker squad in the galaxy. We don’t lose.”

His confidence allows me to relax a little. Perhaps I really should trust his crew more. “You’re awfully cocky about your skills for someone who can’t even stand up straight,” I tease, my voice still a little choked up but slowly getting back to normal.

With a chuckle, D’Aakh takes my hand and guides it to his crotch. “Oh, I am standing up alright.”

“Oh my god, you’re just full of terrible puns, aren’t you?” His cock moves from side to side under my palm, searching for an opening, which sadly, his uniform doesn’t offer.

“I’m full of all kinds of things. Turn around.”

Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my side and D’Aakh is spooning me from behind, his cock wriggling against my ass. I moan as he reaches for the zipper of my coveralls. “D’Aakh… I thought I was the one giving orders around here.”

“Then order me to stop,” he whispers into my ear before nibbling my earlobe. Damn him! How does he know that I like that?

“We shouldn’t have sex.”

“We won’t.” His hand trails under my clothes, sliding down my stomach and between my thighs. Spreading my legs for him, I desperately need him to touch me. “If we had sex right now, I’d want to use my barbs on you and fuse us together for hours. And whilst it would probably be extremely pleasurable for both of us, it might prove inconvenient for fighting.”

Yeah, no kidding. My laugh turns into an incoherent whimper as he caresses my pussy through my damp underwear. “Wait… Did you say ‘probably’?” My mind is a little foggy, focused on the waves of pleasure his fingers are bringing me, yet something in his tone feels off. “You said it would…oh…’probably’ be pleasurable? Have you never done that before?”

“I’ve had sex before, little zeeva .” He pushes my panties aside, his finger circling my opening. “But I’ve never used my barbs on anyone. I’ve only ever loved one female before you and we never got physical.”

Because she died. God, this is a terrible topic of conversation, especially when his fingers are so close to my clit. But there’s something else. “Did you just say ‘loved’?”

“Ssh.” He rubs my clit in earnest, then dips two fingers into my pussy to tease the sensitive spots inside of me. “Stop thinking now. Just enjoy this.”

It’s not like I have much of a choice as most of the blood abandons my brain and migrates to more pleasurable locations. My pussy clenches around D’Aakh’s fingers as I chase the orgasm, then the bastard slows down. “Please,” I beg, grinding against his hand. “More. I need more.”

“I know.” He traces kisses down my neck, then back up, all the way to my ear. Teeth graze my earlobe, eliciting a devilish moan out of me. Chuckling, D’Aakh does it again. “I should have known. Zeevas have sensitive ears.”

I would slap him but I’m too busy enjoying myself as his fingers pick up the pace again, sliding in and out and over all of the right spots, again and again, until I explode with a scream. D’Aakh holds me to his chest as I ride out my orgasm, his fingers moving slowly, gently, continually setting off little ripples of pleasure.

When I finally stop twitching and whimpering, D’Aakh withdraws his fingers but keeps holding me. “This,” he murmurs into my ear, “is what people do before battle. And after.”

Shifting in D’Aakh’s arms to face him, I ask, “Is that a promise?”

“Yes.” His ahni, bright red, fade to a more pinkish shade. “I mean, if you want it to be? I meant what I said last night, Lucía. I’m yours, for whatever you need. Whether you just want someone to throw wrenches at when your mad, or someone to tell you when you’re tightening the graviton screws in the wrong order, or to fuck your brains out. I’ll be there. I also understand if you want nothing to do with me after today. I’m not exactly a ‘catch’, as you humans like to say.”

“Oh, you’re definitely a catch,” I murmur, trying to wrap my mind around his words. “But instead of a normal trout, you’re like a…talking rainbow piranha.”

He frowns. “I’m not sure what that means.”

“Yeah, me neither. Forget that.” Rubbing my forehead, I look into his eyes again. “D’Aakh, what if I wanted…something more?”

“Anything,” he replies without hesitation. “I told you, you can have anything you want.”

I smack his shoulder. “I meant a real relationship, bughead.”

“Oh. With me?”

Oh my god. This guy. “No, with your captain. Of course I meant with you, you idiot!”

Just as I’m about to smack him again, he grabs my wrist. “Like I said, zeeva ,” he whispers against my mouth. “Anything.”

Like always, I’m torn between kissing D’Aakh, and hitting him. I blame his coy smile. It makes him too adorable to hit. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about those graviton screws,” I admonish as I pull back to catch my breath. “It is you who tightens them in the wrong order. I’ll—”

Someone knocks on the door, making me realize our very real predicament again. I gasp. “The attack! What if—”

Kissing me quickly to stop me from spiraling, D’Aakh says, “Everything will be fine. Remember my promise, Lucía. I’ll always protect you.”

As I watch D’Aakh climb out of bed, still more than a little wobbly on his feet, my heart clenches. I trust him to protect me. But who will protect him?