Captured by the Alien Warrior Hope Hart (interesting books to read for teens .txt) 📖

that I’m the one lifting my hips, encouraging him to move faster.

“Gently, Charlie,” he murmurs. He leans down and nibbles against my lips, and then with one smooth thrust, he’s filling me up. He leans back and stares at me, and I’ll remember the look on his face for the rest of my life.

Tenderness, elation, and desperate need. He kisses me again, and then he moves, easing in and out as my body becomes used to him, so large, inside me.

“I don’t need you to be careful anymore,” I murmur, twisting my hips. He groans as I tighten around him, and then he plunges into me as we both gasp.

I can hear someone moaning, and I realize it’s me. I’m close, so close, and I pull him down, pressing myself against him as he grinds into me with each thrust, hitting my clit.

My body trembles, spasming around him, and I cry out as he thrusts again and again until it seems like the pleasure will never end. I come once more, my orgasm ripping through my body as I gasp, and this time he comes with me, burying his face in my neck with a growl.

We’re quiet for a long time as I stroke my hand down his back. I don’t know about him, but I feel vaguely shell-shocked. I didn’t know sex could be like that. Didn’t know I could be so undone by pleasure that I could barely remember my own name.

Dragix lifts his head and grins at me, as if we’re two children who have gotten away with something we shouldn’t have. I laugh, and he slowly moves off me, rolling over onto his back and taking me with him.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” I murmur.

“I could not feel better. Tell me about your life,” he says softly, his breath warm against my neck.

“There’s not much to tell,” I hedge, and he pulls me up his body so he can look into my eyes.

“I want to know everything about you, little two-leg.”

I laugh. “You know, that’s a ridiculous nickname.”

He smiles, tracing my mouth with his finger. “Tell me.”

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t have much of a life,” I admit. “I was living in my car in Houston when I was taken. I wonder if that was why it was easy for the Grivath to take me. I haven’t talked to the other women about where they were taken from.”

“What is a car?”

I explain—as best I can—how a car works.

Dragix frowns. “Why did you not have a home, like this one?” He gazes at the rock walls surrounding us, and I can’t help but laugh.

“No one has a home like this one, buddy,” I say with a laugh. “I was…running. From my ex.”

“Your lover,” he says, his face hardening, and I nod. “Why were you running?”

I take a deep breath. “It’s hard to talk about. Women on Earth…one in three of us are abused by our partners. It’s a sick club that I belonged to. I think it’s getting better, now that the Arcav are there. At least for those that are mates.”

“Your lover…hurt you?”

I nod, and Dragix’s face flushes with fury. And then I stare as his body slowly begins to turn shades of blue and green. He trembles against me.

“Dragix?”

“I am sorry,” he says. He grits his teeth, fighting the shift, and his skin reverts back to smooth gold silk.

“I wish I could travel to your planet,” Dragix murmurs. “Why is he not dead?”

“That’s not really how it works,” I say. Dragix blinks in incomprehension, and despite the topic, I have to hold back my smile.

“Why did no other males help you?”

I almost laugh at the sheer misogynism in that question, but on a planet as barbaric as this one, the question is valid.

I try to explain. “It’s not like he just hit me out of nowhere. We met at a club in New York originally. He was in the VIP section, and I was celebrating my friend’s engagement. He was loving at first. Charming. I’d never dated anyone like him.”

Dragix snarls at that, and I stroke my hand up his back. My possessive dragon. Somehow, his jealousy doesn’t scare me the way it should. And maybe that’s a red flag in itself.

“It started with backhanded compliments, veiled insults. I never went to college—my parents died in a car accident when I was a teenager, and they had no life insurance.” I wave a hand. “Never mind. Basically, I had no support. I was seventeen and all alone when they died. My grades plummeted, and I had no hope of scholarships. So the moment I turned eighteen, I took a job waiting tables.

“Ben was a high-priced defense attorney. When we first got together and I did something to piss him off, that’s what he would throw in my face. My lack of education. My minimum-wage job. He’d make jokes about it, sometimes in front of his friends.”

I clench my fists at the reminder of the humiliation of it all.

“I was so young. So alone. Looking back on it now, I was the perfect target. When he said I should quit my job, that it wasn’t bringing in any money anyway, that it embarrassed him, I did it. He said he wanted to spoil me, to take care of me.” Dragix’s eyes are hot on my face, and I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“No,” he says, his voice hoarse with rage. “Finish it.”

I swallow. Maybe it’s best to get it out. So I can finally take the first step toward forgiving myself.

“The first time he hit me, it was because I wouldn’t let him read my texts. He was being stupid, and I told him so. He slapped me across the face, and I stood there like an idiot, in shock.” Dragix inhales, and the air around us goes cold. My eyes widen, and he simply gestures for me to continue.

I sigh. “He apologized profusely, bought me flowers, and treated me like a