Rebel (The Draax Series Book 3) Page 13

  There were framed photos on the second shelf of the bookshelf, and I picked up the closest one. It was a picture of Galan, the blue-eyed Draax, and the king as teenagers. They were standing in front of a vast violet coloured ocean wearing swim trunks. Their hair was wet and slicked back and they had their arms slung around each other’s shoulders as they laughed into the camera.

  I traced Galan’s face before putting the picture back and picking up the next one. Galan was a teen in this one too, but his face was solemn and drawn. He stood next to a human woman. She was pretty with long dark hair. Unlike Galan, she was smiling into the camera but there was a hint of sorrow in her dark eyes. A toddler of about four held onto her left leg in a tight grip, his green skin glowing in the sunlight, and she cradled a dark-haired green-skinned baby in her arms.

  The man on the other side of her was tall and muscular like all the Draax and a sword hung at his waist. He stared directly into the lens, his eyes the colour of flint. A shiver went down my spine. This had to be Galan’s stepfather and he didn’t exactly look like a nice guy.

  I studied the picture for a few more minutes before examining the books on the shelf. They were all written in the Draax language and I moved on to the next shelf. I picked up the small origami paper figures and smiled a little before placing them back in their exact spot.

  Okay, Ellis, you’ve had a look at his place. Go back to your own apartment now before we get caught. Please?

  My inner voice was right, I really needed to get the fuck out of here. But I hadn’t quite looked at his entire place, had I?

  I stepped inside his bedroom as my inner voice practically screamed in frustration.

  Do you want to go to Draax prison? Is that it, Ellis?

  “I just want to take a quick look around,” I murmured. “No harm, no foul.”

  I stared at Galan’s bed. He was pretty damn neat for a bachelor, there’d been no dishes in the sink, the space uncluttered, and the furniture dust free, but he hadn’t made his bed and there was a pile of clothes on the floor in the far corner.

  My heart thudding in my chest, I walked over to the bed and sat down. I placed my wrench and pick on the nightstand table and ran my hands over the rumpled sheets before lying down and resting my head on his pillow. I turned my head and buried my face into his pillow, inhaling deeply. It smelled like Galan and shamefully, my pussy dampened.

  Jesus, was I that hard up for sex?

  Ellis! Get out of his bed. If he comes home and finds you in his bed, he’ll –

  He wouldn’t catch me. He was at sparring practice. I curled up on my side. His bed was queen size and comfortable as hell. I stared at the other side of the bed, wondering what Galan would do if he woke up one night and I was lying next to him.

  Uh, gut you with his shiny sword? What the fuck is wrong with you?

  Nothing was wrong with me. Other than being hot for a Draax who was pissed off at me and probably hated me.

  My stomach clenched, and I rolled over and stared at the closet. The door was halfway open, and I could see Galan’s shirts hanging neatly across the rod. Fuck, I’d really messed up with him and while I knew that he wasn’t attracted to me and never would be, the thought that he now hated me made me feel fucking awful. He was the closest thing to a friend I had here.

  He's not your friend, Ellis. Stop thinking that way. No one here is your friend. If the jumpgate wasn’t blocked, you’d be sitting in a prison cell on Earth. Just because the Draax aren’t tossing you in their jail, doesn’t mean they’re your friends.

  That was true. And honestly, if I didn’t get my skinny ass out of Galan’s apartment and back to my own, I really would be sitting in a Draax prison. It didn’t matter how much –

  The distinct sound of a door opening and closing, made my stomach hurtle its way upward and battle my heart for a spot in my throat.

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

  I slipped off the bed and darted for the closet, easing past the shirts and trying to hide in the shadows as I pressed my back against the wall. I held my breath, the sweat sliding down my back again, and my heartbeat so loud, I could barely hear anything beyond its frantic thud.

  I peeked between two of his shirts and clapped my hand over my mouth when Galan walked into view. He looked hot and a little tired, and I could see the back of his shirt sticking to him with sweat. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

  Sweet baby Jesus. Despite my terror, I was mesmerized by the sight of Galan’s naked chest. Did he… fuck, forget six pack, he had a goddamn eight pack. My heart cranked up another notch, but this time it had nothing to do with fear. I studied the broad expanse of his chest. It was hairless and his nipples were a darker shade of green than his skin. A thin trail of dark hair started just below his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

  He scratched at his flat stomach and I watched in breathless fascination.

  Please take off your pants. Pretty please?

  My inner pleading went unheeded. Instead of losing his pants, Galan stretched out on the bed. He tucked one hand beneath his head, staring up at the ceiling as his other hand rested on his abdomen. Long minutes passed, and my ability to stand perfectly still was growing more difficult by the second. I had no choice though. If Galan even looked in the direction of the closet, he would see me. Or rather, he’d see my legs. Hell, I was lucky he couldn’t hear me panting after him like a… oh my sweet baby Jesus.

  My breath caught in my throat, the small whimper that tried to escape muffled by my hand clamped over my mouth. Galan had unzipped his pants. He had unzipped his pants and…

  Okay, so admittedly I hadn’t seen that many dicks, but I’d never seen a dick as big or thick or… yummy as Galan’s. I watched with wide eyes as he lazily stroked his cock. It went from half-hard to fully erect in less than a minute, and I stared in mute wonder as he continued to rub in long strokes.

  Ellis! Stop looking!

  I should have, peeping on Galan masturbating was totally wrong in so many ways, but I couldn’t look away. I just couldn’t. One did not simply stop looking at a beautiful work of art, or a finely chiseled sculpture, or the most beautiful cock they’d ever laid eyes on.

  I clenched my thighs together. I was wet and hot, and I wanted nothing more than to charge out of the closet, hop onto Galan and ride that big, beautiful cock. Instead, I stayed quiet and still, watching as Galan’s hand pulled and tugged. His thumb stroked around the ridge, his quiet moans and gasps setting me on fire with pure and perfect lust. When he stroked the head of his cock and pale green liquid spurted out of the slit, my mouth actually fucking watered.

  I swallowed compulsively, my nipples hard pearls against Galan’s shirt, and my pussy aching and throbbing so much, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand it. Galan’s hand moved harder and faster, the veins in his forearm popping out as he gripped his dick. His groans grew louder, his motions more frantic as his hips rose up and down.

  I couldn’t help it. I had to touch myself. I couldn’t stand here and watch Galan find his pleasure without finding mine too.

  I eased my hand down toward my crotch, barely noticing the soft scrape of the hanger as my elbow nudged one of his shirts. But, apparently, Galan had the ears of a goddamn fox because he was up off the bed and stalking toward the closet immediately.

  I made a loud eep of surprise when he reached into the closet and his hard hand closed around my arm. He yanked me out of the closet. “Ellis? What are you doing in my closet?”

  “I, um…”

  I couldn’t think of a single fucking lie. Not when Galan’s cock was still rock hard, not when it was so close I could touch it, not when precum covered the head and practically begged for me to lick it off.

  “Human!” He shook me and I dragged my gaze away from his magnificent dick and back to his face. “How did you escape your room again? Did Adrix leave the door unlocked?”

  “No,” I said, “I picked the lock. Just like I
picked it the first time I escaped, and just like I picked the lock to your apartment.”

  Huh, apparently being in the presence of the most beautiful dick in the universe, was some kind of goddamn truth serum.

  “You lied to me,” he said.

  “I’m sorry.” I licked my lips, my gaze drawn back to his dick. Fuck, he was still hard. Was he trying to kill me? “I shouldn’t have lied but I… it’s what I do. I’m a liar.”

  I couldn’t resist a moment longer. Hell, no woman could. My fingers trembling, I reached out and curled them around his thick shaft. His breath hissed out between his teeth and his hips shot forward, nearly pinning me against the wall.

  His big hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. I couldn’t stop my soft cry of dismay, but he pinned both my hands above my head and stared down at me. “What are you doing, human?”

  “I’m sorry,” I said. I couldn’t seem to say anything else. I was so fucking turned on that even though I knew I’d be going to a Draax prison, I didn’t care. All I wanted was a taste of Galan’s dick before they dumped me in a cell, and I would die a happy woman.

  He leaned down, his warm breath washing over my face. I arched, trying to rub my tits against his chest, but he leaned back, keeping my arms pinned against the wall as he studied my mouth.

  “You lied to me, you broke out of your room twice, and now you have snuck into my quarters,” he said.

  I tore my gaze from his cock, staring up at his face. To my surprise there was no anger on his features, just… oh fuck me sideways… lust.

  “Galan, please,” I moaned and pulled at his grip.

  His hands tightened around my wrists, his gaze dropping to my mouth. I licked my bottom lip, heat flaming in my belly when his copper eyes turned the colour of burnt bronze.

  “Please kiss me,” I whispered.

  I didn’t expect him to do what I asked, so when his mouth pressed against mine, I made a startled whimper. He brushed his mouth over my lips, coaxing and teasing them open so he could sweep his tongue inside.

  I moaned and licked at his tongue as he explored my inner mouth. One big hand cupped my tit and I arched again, pushing more of my breast into his palm. He teased my aching nipple with the ball of his thumb as he swallowed my frantic cries and slicked his tongue across my bottom lip.

  He pulled his mouth away, his breathing harsh and his nostrils flaring. “Tell me why you were hiding in my closet and spying on me, little human.”

  “I didn’t mean to,” I said. “I-I just didn’t want to get in trouble, so I hid in your closet.”

  “Where you watched as I touched myself,” Galan said.

  “No! No, I… I closed my eyes. I didn’t watch,” I said.

  A flicker of amusement crossed his face as his hand squeezed my breast. “Lying to me again, Ellis?”

  “I wasn’t watching,” I whispered. “I’m not a pervert.”

  “No? So, you were not hiding in my closet, with your nipples hard,” he gave my nipple a little pinch that made me gasp, “and your pussy wet, watching me fuck my cock with my hand while I imagined it was your tight pussy instead?”

  I couldn’t think of a single reply. Me, the queen of smart-ass retorts, who always had an excuse or a lie to get me out of a tight spot, was speechless. Galan wanted me?

  Galan dipped his head and licked my neck, his tongue tasting and teasing and bringing a surge of wetness to my pussy. Fuck, I was gonna start dripping all over the shiny stone floor any minute now.

  “You have stolen from my king, lied to me, left your room when you were told not to leave, and broken into my quarters.” Galan’s warm breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine. “You need to be punished, do you not?”

  “Maybe you could let me off with a stern warning?” My voice was breathless and needy with anticipation.

  “You and I both know a stern warning is not enough, sweet human.” Galan sucked on my earlobe as his thumb rubbed circles around my aching nipple. “I will give you a choice. You can be punished by me or I can take you to the king and he will punish you. Make your choice.”

  “You,” I said as a funny little cramp of pleasure hit my belly. I had no idea what Galan’s punishment would be, but I sincerely hoped it involved me on my knees with his dick in my mouth.

  “Wise decision. The king is not as patient nor good natured as I am.” His hand still around my wrists, Galan tugged me toward the bed. I squeaked in surprise when he released me and quickly stripped his shirt off my body and tossed it on the floor.

  Before I could even think to cover my nakedness, I was flat on my back on Galan’s bed and he was hovering over me, his large body between my thighs and his hands planted on either side of my head.

  “Galan, what… oh my God!”

  My hands threaded into his hair when his hot mouth closed around my nipple. He flicked at it with his tongue and circled the tight bud before sucking hard. I arched into him, moaning and panting as he teased both my nipples. When they were dark pink and swollen and so sensitive that I couldn’t stand it, he kissed his way down my flat stomach. He nuzzled my ribs and pressed a kiss above my belly button.

  “Galan, I thought I was being… oh fuck!”

  His warm mouth kissed the small patch of curls at the top of my pussy and my mind went as blank as a broken PAR phone. I fisted the sheet in both hands, staring wide-eyed at Galan as he glanced up at me before easing his big body down the bed. His tail wrapped around my left thigh and tugged while his hand pushed against my right thigh.

  “Spread your legs for me, Ellis.”

  I let my thighs drop open an obscene amount, any embarrassment I felt eclipsed by the waves of powerful lust rippling through my body. Galan studied my pussy before smiling up at me. “Such a pretty pussy. I bet it tastes sweet.”

  His tongue slicked across my wet pussy lips and I slapped my hand over my mouth to muffle my shriek of pleasure.

  He stared at me again, his grin almost predatory. “Deliciously sweet. I think pussy eating is the perfect punishment for you. Do you agree, little human?”

  “Yes,” I said. “Oh God, yes. Please, Galan.”

  He laughed and licked my pussy again. “Be a good girl for your punishment, Ellis.”

  “I will,” I panted, my body straining against the grip of his tail and his hand. “Just, please, will you… oh God...”

  His rough fingers parted the lips of my pussy and his tongue slicked over my aching clit. I cried out, my hips arching up again as he flicked the tip of his tongue across my clit. When he sucked on it, I almost shot straight up off the bed. His tail tightened around my thigh and he braced one forearm across my lower belly, pinning me to the bed.

  He tasted my pussy again, his tongue, his beautiful, wet, freaking amazing tongue, licking and flicking and driving me higher and higher toward my orgasm. It’d been almost two years since I’d had sex and even longer since I’d had my pussy eaten.

  And holy fuck, I’d never had my pussy eaten like this. Galan was a goddamn master at it and I writhed and squirmed and pleaded, my hands tearing at the sheets as he kept up his relentless assault.

  Shamefully, I couldn’t hold back my release, not with the firm pressure of Galan’s lips wrapped around my clit. I had the common sense to throw my arm across my mouth and dampen my scream as I came in a hard and roaring rush that sent flashes of light across my vision and made my entire body shake like I was being swept up in a tornado.

  Galan cleaned the lips of my pussy with his tongue before easing to my side and stretching out on his back on the bed beside me. One hand rubbed my quivering thigh, the other rubbed his dick.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned. “Oh my God, that was… I don’t even know what that was, it was so good.”

  “I am glad you are pleased, little human.” I barely noticed when Galan shoved his pants and his briefs down to his knees. His big hands cupped my hips and he plucked me off the bed like I weighed less than a bug and settled me over his body.

  Still
weak from the best goddamn orgasm of my life, I sprawled across him with what I was certain was a stupid looking smile on my face as Galan smoothed his hand over my ass. “That was the best orgasm of my life. I’ve never come that hard before. I didn’t even realize that a girl could come that… oh!”

  The head of Galan’s cock pressed against my opening and I immediately stiffened, my pussy clenching tight. I lifted my head, staring at Galan with wide eyes. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to fuck Galan, I did, but fantasizing about riding Galan’s massive dick was completely different from actually doing it. The dude’s dick was the size of my damn forearm.

  “Shh, Ellis,” Galan said. “Relax.”

  He was gripping his dick in one hand and I moaned when he rubbed the blunt head of it up and down my wet slit, bringing a zap of awareness to my sensitive clit.

  His free hand squeezed my ass as he rubbed his dick back and forth over my pussy a few more times before pressing the head against my entrance again.

  “Galan.” I tried to squirm forward, and his tail wrapped around my waist, anchoring me in place as his big hands gripped my thighs and kept them spread wide around his body. “I think you might be too big.”

  “I will not hurt you, sweet human.” His cock probed at my entrance and I gasped when with a gentle thrust of his hips, he sunk the head of his dick into me.

  “Oh!” I arched my back, my hands digging into his shoulders, as he kissed my upper chest and made another careful thrust. “Oh, fuck!”

  He stroked my thighs. “Relax your pussy, Ellis.”

  “I’m trying,” I said.