Wednesday Briefs - In Enemy Hands #3.4

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“We need to talk.”“You break it, you buy it.”“Let’s agree to disagree.”“We have a plan so let’s stick to it.”“Put a ring on it.”“That’s an easy fix.”“Time will tell.”“I love swimming.”“At this point, I'm completely anesthetized to dick.” (Thank you, Kazy, for that lol)“These boots are made for walking…”“I’ve never seen a grown man cry.”“Let’s call it a day.”  or use: captive, brother, chinor use: wall, rocks, dayor use: spice, cow, necklaceor have your character make a toastor use: bow, cookies, phoneor have a character play pinballor have a character in a car wreck or have a character take a sick day

Chapter 3.4Adlar waited until those puzzled brown eyes focused on him. “Greetings, Prince Varo Kutchif of Yesri.”
“Wh-what? Why am I lying down? And how… how do you know my… Who are…?”
Well now, he had confirmation who indeed his captive was. “I’m Adlar Mondur, leader of the D’noir, and younger brother to King Omori, ruler of Helkan.”
“Helkan? But….” Varo sat up.
Adlar grasped Varo’s chin. “And you, my dear princeling, crash-landed on my planet. I claim you as my prisoner.”
“P-p-prisoner?”  Under his tan skin, Varo paled.
He watched as the confusion cleared and… was that fear in those brown eyes? How delightful. “And as I’m sure you know, my people do not release our prisoners.”
Adlar smiled at Varo, letting his fangs show. He’d prepared himself for many reactions; he wasn’t ready for Varo to head-butt him. The force of the blow rocked him backward, breaking his grip on his hostage.
“Oh, frack!” Adlar yelled as he sprawled on the ground. Pain exploded in his face, spreading quickly.
Varo was on his feet and running.
From off to the side, he heard a rolling chuff. He lifted his hand and gently touched the tender, swollen area. He bet a bruise was already forming. He glared at Dar. “Too busy laughing at me to help, I take it?”
Dar yawned, showing off huge canines. He licked his lips, his whiskers twitching as he stared in the direction Varo fled. Then he laid his head between his paws.
Well, he had his answer. “Fine!” Snarling, Adlar launched to his feet, stumbling slightly as he followed Varo. Maybe his head wasn’t as hard as he thought.
Even with the pounding in his ears, he could still hear the harsh breathing of Varo in front of him, as the other male crashed through the jungle. Well, there was certainly no attempt to hide his trail now. His frantic rush left a swath of destruction that Adlar followed easily.
Varo probably had training for such situations, but apparently, he’d forgotten it. Fear and a probable reaction might be affecting Varo’s judgment. And if he’d had> had a reaction, then the last thing he should be doing was running. Adlar needed to end this.
“Stop!” Adlar yelled. Then a new thought hit him. “All this fracking noise will draw predators straight to you!”
Receiving no answer, he dug deep, pushing his body to move faster. That was his prey, and when he caught that other male he was going to… A sudden flash of purple streaked past him. Oh, so now the temperamental batar decided to help?
Adlar growled as Dar’s long strides ate up the ground as he closed in on Varo… then flew past him. He didn’t bother to question why Dar bypassed Varo. The irritating feline must have a reason. He was within arm’s length of Varo when an emat burst through the jungle, the horn on its forehead obliterating any hanging veins.
The large, thick-skinned, hoofed mammal barely took a step toward Varo when Dar slammed into it. Its dark blue coloring blended so well with the surrounding jungle, he’d never detected the dangerous animal—a mistake which could get him killed.
At least he knew why Dar had ignored Varo.
Adlar grabbed the back of Varo’s shirt just as the angered feline slammed into the emat, both animals knocked off their feet by the impact. The ground shook as they rolled. Taking a page from Dar’s book, Adlar yanked Varo off his feet. Both males tumbled to the ground, curses painting the air.
“Stop fighting me!” Adlar barked, grabbing Varo’s arms as they rolled into undergrowth, out of the way. Adlar ended up on top of Varo. “Do not draw the emat’s attention more than what you already have, you brain-dead—”
Varo bucked his body, trying to dislodge Adlar. “Then get off me, you stars-cursed—”
Adlar grasped Varo’s wrists and slammed them to the ground. Why couldn’t this blasted Yesri understand they were in danger? The emat’s skin was tough, and hard to stun with his weapon. If it attacked them, he’d have to kill it, and he didn’t want to. The animal was doing what the goddess created it to do—hunt. Only this time, it picked the wrong prey to track.
They must be quiet. “Shut. Up.” Fangs showing, he leaned over Varo, their faces inches apart.
“I said get off me!” Varo surged up again.
How dare this Yesri speak to him in such a way? Adlar didn’t think, just reacted. His lips crashed down over Varo’s. Determined, he tightened his grip on Varo’s wrists, his hold sure to leave bruises. Anger and frustration screamed through him. Varo was going to get them killed. His flight through the jungle might end with Dar hurt or even dead.
Why was it everything having to do with the Yesri ended up swamped in violence? He was so tired of the other race’s sense of entitlement. Someone needed to teach them a lesson. A growl escaped him as Varo dropped back to the ground, and then heaved up again. Adlar rode Varo’s thrashing body, struggling to stay on top of the other male.
Then Varo collapsed. He barely caught the trace of a whimper from Varo as the fight suddenly left him. With their lips still mashed together, Adlar gentled the kiss, tracing the seam of Varo’s mouth. Instead of the iron hold on Varo’s wrists, he eased his touch, even while still restraining Varo. Then Varo opened, and Adlar’s tongue swept inside.
Varo moaned again, and pleasure exploded in Adlar’s mind. Never had he tasted such raw desire in another, such need. Under that desperation, there was a sweetness which surprised him. Enticed him. Adlar delved deeper, wanting more. He ached to bury his cock inside the male under him.
Varo’s moves were now more sensual, less violent. His moans were driving Adlar to distraction. As Varo settled into the kiss, Adlar heard Dar’s warning roar. He jerked his head up to see Dar scream straight in the face of the emat.

TBC

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