Callisto: Bound to the Alien Commander |18+

Chapter 30

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"You do this every other month?"

"Yes," he gives me a stern look. I've asked him several times but I just can't believe they do this so often. It seems a bit... excessive.

"Why?"

"It's necessary for preparedness. Everyone does training modules every six weeks. It keeps us in a constant state of readiness."

"Readiness for what?"

Every six weeks everyone gathers in the arena for training. I was expecting some sit-ups and push-ups, maybe a bit of running. This is not that. This is training for war. This is training for the apocalypse. Everyone is working through various exercises. They spar and use several different weapons, most of which look too large or heavy for me to even lift. Men and women fight each other with no holds barred.

It's been three hours of grueling, rigorous work. Sitting beside Clarisse and Santi, we're mostly silent, watching in awe as they fly through the air, slamming into each other with such force it should be breaking bones.

Their physical abilities are incredible. Each of them appears to have extensive training in gymnastics, martial arts, and combat. The skills that they display here, in training exercises would be fatal to any human.

Clarisse mumbles under her breath, biting into her lip as she watches Elite Navigator and Ronan sparring.

Crossing my legs in my seat, I watch the muscles in his back tense beneath his skin. God damn. He reminds me of a dancer, graceful and in control of every movement in his body. This dance is lethal, their weapons clashing loudly, like cymbals. There is no sweat, no exhausted sighs or breaks to catch their breath. They fight, tirelessly, endlessly, anticipating each other's movements before they even make them.

Watching his body move fills me with liquid heat.

I try to distract myself by looking over at Olexa and Gaia but my gaze always finds its way back to him.

He drops down, ducking to miss the swinging silver bar and suddenly everything slows down. The tension on his face, his muscles flexing as he brings his arm forward to throw a punch. I'm suddenly all too aware of his body. Hard and hot and towering over me.

He turns suddenly, dropping his weapon. Our eyes lock as he takes a deep, lust-filled breath.

Without a word, he walks away from his training.

I'm out of my seat before he reaches me, we need to leave before I embarrass myself. I recognize this hallway. For once, I actually know where I am and I'm going to use it to my advantage.

Sliding the door open to the library of human books I pull him into the room.

"Nicole?" He looks confused as I attack him, pulling myself up on my toes while yanking him down by the shoulders. When our lips meet, he groans into my mouth.

"I'm not going to make it all the way up. Does this door lock?"

"You want to fuck here?" He is completely shocked.

"Yes." Lifting my shirt over my head, I let the material fall to the ground at my feet. His surprise vanishes as soon as my pants hit the floor. Pulling him by the shoulders, I walk backward until my legs hit the table. Breaking my lips away from his, I spin around letting my ass rub against him before laying my face down on the table.

A loud, throaty sound and shuffling from behind me make me wiggle in anticipation. He's pulling off his pants.

Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself for him to slam forward, filling me completely but he doesn't. He moves slowly, rubbing his tip through my dripping wet skin. Nudging forward slowly, he slides into me in a controlled, unhurried stroke. With white knuckles, I grip the edge of the table, waiting for more.