by Poppy Rhys
No. He wouldn’t do that.
Without ceremony, he spun her around, grasping each wrist individually as he placed her hands upon the wall in front of her.
“Be still,” he grunted between gritted teeth. His greedy gaze ate up her features, his thumbs tracing the deep dimples on either side of her spine when his hands gripped her flared hips that called to his seed in a way no other female had.
His hands cupped her sex from behind, eliciting a surprised gasp from the girl. Leeshi help him, she ground against his fingers like a sex starved addict.
She was wet. Unexpected.
So he did arouse her.
Not wet enough to receive him, though, but that wouldn’t matter.
His cock jerked in anticipation, only a few inches from where it belonged, where it ached to be. His glands continued to secrete lubricant along his length in preparation to slide through any resistance it met.
He took a step closer, his body covering her back, the puffs of her harried breathing almost matching his own in anticipation of a very different variety.
He inched her hips closer toward him, angling his body until his cock slid down the crack of her ass and probed at her clenched thighs. An annoyed rumble reverberated through his chest at her attempt to keep him from what he wanted.
“Ah-ah,” he rumbled at her back, slapping a hand over her bared ass.
She yelped, opening herself to him.
As he glared at her back, he felt his cock touch her heat, her pussy lips curving around the top of him. A groan escaped him, a shiver rippling through his skin.
Gripping her more firmly, his fingers kneading the flesh of her hips, he shoved forward in one hasty motion.
When he slammed into her barrier, she drew a sharp breath, pushing herself up on the tips of her toes in an effort to lift off him.
Frustration coursed through him, as his cock was barely inside of her. He needed to bury himself within her, to feel her ass press against his flesh as he filled her.
He pulled away an inch before trying again with the same results.
Air grunted from his lungs as his agitation grew, but he continued to shallowly thrust into her warmth because he had to. His body wouldn’t allow him to stop, even though the dissatisfaction of not being fully seated tainted his savage compulsion to invade.
He fell into a rhythm, his thrusts shallow in order to keep her from trying to pull off him and stoking his rage.
All he could think about was her tight cunt pushing him and pulling him with the flex of her inner muscles. The feel of her flesh beneath his bruising hands, the flame that licked at his spine, at the base of his cock, it consumed him, made him shudder, and grunt like an animal.
Fucking had never absorbed him so completely, ever. Never. Not once had he felt this kind of delicious intensity, and it still wasn’t enough. A greedy bastard, he felt like, because he wasn’t sure how he could stop.
This was a taste of the true rut, mishk to the nth degree, and he couldn’t let it go. Wouldn’t leave Finley alone.
His.
Mine.
No, not his. A hot piece to slake his lust upon until he could get off this damned planet.
That’s it.
A new sensation bombarded him, the feel of her growing hotter around his cock, the feel of her pussy sucking at him. Confusion reigned down upon him, interrupting his rhythm.
She was breathing differently, heavily, and there was a new arch to her spine. Her ass pushed at him, her thighs feeling softer, the muscles less rigid.
He pumped again, noticing his cock sunk a little deeper that time before hitting her barrier.
He couldn’t understand what was going on, and most of him didn’t care. It excited him that he was closer to his goal of burying himself within her body, closer to properly seeding her.
Hunter growled loudly, frustrated that his body wouldn’t listen to his mind. All it wanted to do was seed her, breed her, work her into submission to him.
She was nothing. Only a warm body. Nothing more!
A new, swift rush of blood flowed to his cock, a zip of pleasure shooting up his spine, his hips rolling to and from her as he moved his entire core in salacious waves.
Little by little, she opened up for him, allowing his cock to plunge deeper.
His head fell back against his shoulders, eyelids drooping at the raw intoxication of being connected to her in this way. His body against hers, inside of hers, and the sight of her back to him in a show of submission, whether she knew it or not, it sent chills down to his heavy bones.
Another handful of thrusts and he was in. He was seated.
His joy was eclipsed by the confusion of her sudden burst of moans, one of her hands leaving the wall and the flimsy fingernails digging into his thigh, and her pussy tightening on him as it threatened to push him out when he’d finally just got fully seated.
He couldn’t let her do that to him. Not when it felt like he was fulfilling his purpose to properly breed her.
Ah, fuck.
He gave up, as he couldn’t focus on telling his body to cooperate with his mind. No, he had to focus on the here, the now.
One of his hands quickly slid up her back, gripping her shoulder as he fought to stay inside of her while her body tried to drive him back out.
Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop his own body from moving. His hips pressed against her ass, pushing and pulling her with him on each roll of his hips until she calmed back down, her breathing deep, tired gasps.
Triumph sung through him as he pulled back and slammed into her, the feeling of full mobility glorious.
She’d found her release, he realized finally as his brain began to piece common sense together.
****
Finley’s body sung, buzzed, soared as her muscles contracted with the orgasm that made her vision go blurry and her brain go blank.
She panted, her breasts bouncing with every thrust the alien hurled her way. His veined cock stroked, and pounded the sweet spot tucked in her pussy every time he withdrew and sunk into her once more.
Oh, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
Every time, it was like a spark, a match striking, trying to light her body up again so she could burn in flames that licked along every part of her.
God help her, she wanted it again. Craved it. Wasn’t sure if she could let him go if he didn’t take her to those heights one more time.
Just one more time.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, her back arching, her ass pushing against him as she silently begged for more.
She would never admit she’d done this. Begged an alien to wildly buck into her body.
Her hand squeezed one of her breasts, and then trailed down between her legs. She was dripping, slick with her fluids and his.
Fin pinched her clit between her fingers, knowing just how she liked it, and then swiped repeatedly, helping herself along as the alien continued to stretch her, invade her.
Again.
She needed that release, again!
****
Each gulp of air brought a fresh burst of oxygen to his blood, pulling his seed closer to the surface, and with it, the mishk toxin. It seeped from his glands, coating his entire mouth as he glared at the flesh of her bared shoulder.
Don’t, he warned.
Hold back.
When he felt her tightening around him again, he felt himself bend forward, like he couldn’t stop.
No!
His jaws opened.
Can’t… stop…
And then he clamped down on the muscle at the curve of her neck.
A shriek sung up from her throat before he quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and clenched his jaws.
He tasted the coppery sweet flavor of her blood when it touched his tongue as his toxin fed into her blood stream, and his cock continued to spear her.
She vibrated under him, her shriek turning into a deep moan as the toxin did its job to release endorphins and open he
r up to him. He felt her pussy grow hotter, sucking him in, and he was done for.
His seed hurled through him, shooting up his cock and spraying her insides. A dam broke inside him, cracking and bursting in a release like he’d never experienced before.
He felt intoxicated, feather light, and heavy as a grio beast in the same instant.
A groan echoed through his chest while he emptied himself inside of her over and over again, feeling his thighs grow slick with the seed she leaked as she convulsed with a second release, wringing his cock, twisting and shuddering under him as he held onto her with his hands, his jaws, his will.
His mind focused on her, only her, every part of her, hips bucking with wild, glorious abandon against her.
Oxygen, sweet oxygen flooded his lungs when he extricated his mouth from her flesh and leaned against her, holding her body as she sagged back against him, both panting with the stupefying effects of magnificent release.
He watched as small trails of crimson ran down her back when the wound attempted to clean itself. The punctures looked deep, and he realized how hard he’d bitten her in his frenzied state.
When his fingertips touched it gingerly, she sagged further against him.
Hunter jumped back, like she was hot as flame.
Her body crumpled to the floor.
Clarity hit him like a blast of cold water.
What had he done?
He gripped his skull, eyes darting over the body at his feet, landing on the bite.
His bite.
He’d marked her! The only bite that mattered, the only chance he had at choosing, and claiming, his Mi’ska… wasted.
On a human.
Hunter thundered a roar, his fist punched a hole through the wall in front of him, Senna’s bedroom clearly visible on the other side.
This couldn’t be happening. How could he have lost control over himself? Bitten her in the heat of the moment. A moment that would plague him for the rest of his days!
His fingers itched to strangle the life out of her, if she wasn’t already dead.
He quickly crouched down, reaching a hand to circle around her pretty little neck and squeeze-
She whimpered.
A growl rumbled in his chest, and he swore, grasping her delicate chin and tilting her face his way.
She looked up at him with dilated pupils, a telltale sign the mishk toxin was still coursing through her veins and stimulating the release of her endorphins; a gift from The True One to make the coupling during his mishk fever more desirable to his mate.
Hunter snorted, air rushing from his flared nostrils, sickened to his stomach with himself. A moment of weakness had saddled him with a human for the rest of his life.
Unless he wanted to putter through his existence alone, never knowing the body of another, for his cock would not release for anyone but her now.
He couldn’t spend into his hand like an adolescent, even if he wanted to. A throbbing mess, he could be, but only could he release his seed if he was in her presence, touching her, fucking her. Only her.
He roared again.
The muscles throughout his body continued to jump and jitter with satisfaction, having achieved mishk like never before, and it pissed him off to no end.
Hunter crouched there, panting, mind racing, as he flipped between indecision. Did he strangle her, and walk alone for the remainder of his days, or should he accept his fate?
This was punishment. Leeshi was laughing at him! A curse for not being a stronger male and killing himself when he was captured those five terms ago. Soiling his body with strangers, but never had he been weak and marked one of them.
He grunted, disappointed, looping his arms underneath the human as he hauled her from the floor to hold against his chest.
Soft, pliable flesh. Weak bones. So easy to break.
Already bruises were forming upon her skin where he’d touched her, gripped her, held her in place. Her arms, her shoulder, her hips, all turning a purple hue, as if he’d tossed her around like a ragdoll.
Annoyance twisted his chest that he’d marked one so inferior to his own kind.
That he had hurt her so easily…
He carried the small female to the bedroom and gently laid her down upon the cot.
She stared at him in her dazed state, seemingly half gone from her mind.
He pulled the thin blanket up to her shoulders as he knelt down beside her. The backs of his knuckles grazed the soft skin of her cheekbone before he snatched them back, scowling.
He watched her eyelids droop even further until she gave up the fight and drifted to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Time slid by, and Hunter paced the dinky living space. Already he’d cleaned up the dust from the hole in the wall, though he had no materials to try and patch it up. He’d need to apologize to Senna.
Once he redressed, draped the humans robe over a chair, he clenched his fists until he thought he might break his own bones.
He went back to her side, unmoving as he watched over her, waiting with baited breath for the toxin to wear off, or kill her.
If it was going to kill her though, he figured it would’ve done its job by now. A large part of him even wished for it. The choice would no longer be his, if the toxin took her life for him.
Ugh.
He cursed himself. He’d been without true companionship for five terms, away from his people, his planet. Missing a mate for the rest of his days didn’t sound appealing, even if the one he had now was puny.
She had pretty eyes though. Those dark orbs were so expressive, easy to read.
And she had fire. Stood up to him while most wouldn’t. Stupid, but brave. He was sore to admit he liked that.
The sun began to change colors as it drifted from morning to afternoon, taking on a flaming glow and washing the small room in a fiery orange hue as rays filtered in from the frosted window.
His.
She was his.
This fragile thing was his Mi’ska.
He had no choice now, but to take her with him. Back home, to Yari.
Hunter had never planned to go to Bocern. He lied to Senna, to Finley. The less they knew, the better off they would be once they all went their separate ways.
If Xeno’s goons got word he was traveling to Bocern, he could rest easy knowing they’d be looking on the wrong planet for him, if they even bothered.
He knew his tribe brothers held trade near Vishik’s port, at least they had upon his capture, and he was sure they would give him transport back to Yari.
Especially knowing he had his Mi’ska in tow.
Shit.
He would keep her.
It was the entire reason he’d traveled to the trade planet to begin with. He was Shu’Lee. Had been since he left his planet in search of the female who would breathe new blood into his tribe.
Getting captured by Xeno’s recruiters, and spending half a decade in a cell was not his intention.
He fingered a lock of Finley’s black hair, his Mi’ska. Even if she tried to refuse him, which he anticipated, possibly even hoped for it, she would be going back with him.
Dor Nye was no longer her home. Yari was.
When the ceremony performed by the Tishani was complete, they would be paired for life. His people only had one mate, one person they spent their days upon Yari with until they went back to the dirt.
More time ticked by.
He began to wonder if maybe the mishk toxin was bad for a human, or if he released too much of it into her blood stream by latching on too long.
So feeble.
That sat like acid in his throat.
When hours slipped on and the rays of orange were quickly disappearing and night was approaching, his annoyance reached its peak.
She continued to breathe, look alive, feel warm, but she slept deeply. It seemed too long.
When darkness shrouded the room, he began to contemplate if he would need to ask Senna to help her, to repair her, whatever dam
age he’d done. That is, if Senna arrived home any time soon.
Hunter sighed, folding his arms over his chest, impatient as ever.
Her breathing changed, grew uneven.
He quickly lifted a hand to yank on the string hanging from the bulb in the ceiling. Yellow flooded the enclosure, illuminating Finley.
Her nose twitched, her fingers moving, coming alive, and then her eyelids opened, revealing those orbs he’d been impatient to see.
He crouched down, his brows pinching together as he scowled at the little human.
In a matter of seconds, anger morphed her features and she quickly shoved at his chest. It caught him off guard, making him rock on the balls of his feet before he regained his balance.
****
Finley watched, furious, as Hunter growled at her, facing her with a look of complete malice.
“What the hell did you do to me?” she shrieked at him, lifting herself off the bed. She clenched her teeth, gripping her forehead as the room spun. It was like she was waking with a hangover.
His hands slipped under her arms as he helped her sit up.
“Get off me,” she attempted to slap his hands away.
“Fine.”
He let go and she collapsed back onto the bed, her limbs like jelly.
“Urrg,” she moaned into the pillow, trying to coordinate her mind and body. “You’re a beast!”
He made that sound in his throat. ‘Mm’, like he wasn’t disagreeing.
She managed to sit back up, loose strands from her braid stringing across her face. Fin attempted to swipe them away, and glare at the alien looking upon her with barely veiled disdain.
“You should warn a girl before you go chompin’ on her neck and all.”
She winced when a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. Her fingers gingerly pressed the multiple swollen punctures upon her neck, smearing away with a mixture of dried flakes of old blood and new as she broke the gummy seal of a barely formed scab.
Her lips pulled at the corners, frowning.
She swallowed, remembering how she felt after he sunk his teeth into her, the high after the initial misery.