Cosmic Captain: Chapter 29

“Kryn!” Lovath called out as he placed me on one of the beds in the med bay. “Qwexil cut out his drekking jabber. It looks bad.”

Kryn was upon me in an instant, peeling off the soaked bandages and cursing under his breath. “This is barbaric.” He growled when he revealed my bloody wrist. My fingers chose that moment to jerk with bone-deep pain and I groaned. “Painkiller shot.” Kryn said before he jabbed a fancy syringe in my leg.

Making a noise of distress, I grabbed for Lovath with my free hand. He took it in both of his, but his eyes were trained on our medic. “Aren’t jabbers connected to nerves?”

“Yeah, they drekking are.” He snapped, and as he turned my arm to and fro to examine it, I didn’t really feel it anymore. Whatever he’d given me worked fast. My death grip on Lovath’s hands eased. I trusted Kryn implicitly.

He worked on me for a long time with his techy scanners and tools, and every once in a while he poked at the open wound. Each time my fingers twitched in response, relief flickered across his face. By the time he got to closing it all up, the meds were starting to wear off, and I felt the sting of the machine he dragged over the wound to knit my skin back together.

Wrapping a brand new bandage around my wrist, Kryn advised, “Don’t do a lot with it. Think I saved your nerves and tendons, but no new jabber for at least a few months until it heals.”

That was disappointing to hear considering I’d just gotten one. And it meant another medical procedure that I’d have to be asleep for in the future. I had Lovath though, and he made me feel like anything could be conquered.

“Thanks, Kryn.” Then, looking at the Horizon’s captain, I asked, “Can we be alone?” I was jittery with adrenaline, and sitting still on the medical cot was a struggle. At the same time, I could fall to pieces at any moment.

Lovath looked to Kryn, who nodded to signal he was done working on me. Kissing my forehead, he tugged me off the cot and led me back down the hall to his room—our room. Making sure it was set to prohibit any entry, he slid his hand behind my head and pressed his lips to mine.

It was too gentle. Using my good hand, I fisted the front of his shirt and pushed to my toes to kiss him deeper. He groaned, his textured tongue swirling around mine in a way that shot arousal through me. I wasn’t with Torvan. I never would be again because Lovath fucking killed him. Torvan’s blood was literally on his hands and probably still on my face.

I released Lovath’s shirt to slide my hand underneath and grope at his abs and chest, needing to be closer. Lovath needed to get rid of Torvan’s touch on my skin, needed to put back all those marks that had started to fade, and god, I was still so pumped on adrenaline.

“Gray…” Lovath moaned, his arm tight around my waist to press my body to his. “Kryn said not to do a lot with your hand—”

“I’m right-handed. Don’t need to use the left one for anything.” I cut him off, trying to connect our lips again except he blinked at me and then burst out laughing.

“Drek, I missed you, ksiva.” Amusement still lit his eyes as he crowded me back towards his bed. His lips captured mine again, just like I wanted, and then we were both tumbling onto the mattress. For the first time in days I was grateful to only be wearing underwear as Lovath ground his cock against mine through our clothes.

Lovath tore off his own clothes and dragged down my briefs, and his hands were still stained purple with dried traakian blood. “Open yourself up.” He rasped, handing me a bottle of lube, and it was startling for me to realize I would have let him put bloody fingers inside me without a second thought.

If I weren’t feeling so fucking needy, I’d tell myself to get a grip.

Flipping onto my stomach, I got my knees under me, hiking my ass in the air. With lubed fingers, I reached back and slid one into my hole. It wasn’t as satisfying as when Lovath did it with his longer fingers, but his hands were sliding all over my skin all while he used his mouth to nip and bite my ass cheek.

I wanted his cock inside me yesterday, so I shoved a second finger in, stretching my hole as fast as I dared. “I love you.” I moaned as I was able to fit a third finger in. “I love you, Lovath.”

“Love you too.” Lovath’s voice was hoarse, and he kept kissing close to where my fingers were deep in my hole. I didn’t have time to wonder if he would put his mouth on me because as soon as I thought it, he was pulling my hand away and replacing it with his tongue.

I squealed and my body jerked when he swirled his textured tongue around the ring of muscle. My freed fingers dug into the sheets, an inhuman sound torn from my mouth when he shoved his tongue inside me. He fucked me with his tongue for long moments while I wriggled and writhed at the pleasurable sensations that racked my body.

Then it was gone. I didn’t have time to miss his tongue as I felt his slick cockhead line up at my entrance. “Fuck me, Lovath. Please.” I begged, and I wasn’t disappointed. Lovath pushed inside, achingly slow, and when his hips met mine I was complete. His hands closed around my hips, holding me in place as he began to thrust into me.

I moaned into the sheets as he fucked me hard, nails digging into my skin, encouraging words spilling from his lips. Leaning forward so his chest touched my back, he supported himself with one arm while the other snaked around my waist and reached down for my cock.

Jerking with a cry when his hand began to pump in tandem with his hips smacking against my ass, my brain started to overload. Incoherent begging was all I found myself capable of in his hands, and I reveled in the feel of his lips and teeth leaving marks across the top of my back.

This was what I wanted forever. I was going to earn my keep on the Horizon and get every implant Lovath could get me access to, no matter that credits, to live the longest life possible with him. Every drag of his cock over my prostate, every twist of his wrist on my cock was tipping me over the edge and I couldn’t quite think straight.

“Love…love…you…”

“I want you to come for me.” Lovath rasped, and pleasure shot up my cock as his continued to slide his hand over it rapidly. “I want to feel your tight hole clench around me as you come so hard you see drekking stars.”

I cried out, entire body trembling as I tensed and did exactly as he said. White hot pleasure coursed through me as I came all over Lovath’s hand and the sheets below. He groaned above me, sheathed inside as my hole spasmed around him. He came inside, hips jerking as I still experienced little thrills of aftershock.

My legs collapsed from under me and Lovath followed me down, his entire weight resting on my back. “Thank you,” I breathed out. “for coming to save me.”

“Always, Gray. In every solar system and every galaxy.”