The Yarian (Women of Dor Nye Book 3)

by Poppy Rhys

  Her mouth fell open in shock as it busted into pieces, water and flowers raining down over both of them.

  Fin skittered out of the way, watching Hunter groan and stagger to the side. His hand pressed against the opposite wall as he went down on one knee, swaying.

  A wash of guilt swept over Finley, but that didn’t dampen her need to escape.

  She hurried from the room on wobbly legs, quickly gaining clarity when she opened the front door and took off down the path.

  Bare feet slapped against the wood as she didn’t even think about shoes, not that she would’ve had time anyway.

  Her lungs gulped at the night air, loose hair whipping behind her as she hightailed it through the winding bridges, her fear of heights second on her mind.

  By the time she passed the confused looking sentries and felt the cool indigo grass beneath her feet, she paused, catching her breath and trying to figure out where she planned to go.

  Finley really had no idea; she just knew she had to get away from Hunter.

  Her eyes lifted to the illuminated village above when she heard a frustrated bellow, landing on him.

  Her pulse jumped, the feeling of her heart in her throat nearly choking her as she saw him skip the bridges, opting to take the quick way down by jumping the moss covered railing in front of his lodge.

  She watched as he would drop, catch the next railing, swing, or drop again, his lean, muscled body rapidly making its way to the ground.

  Finley didn’t wait any longer, fear gripping her guts and twisting as she turned and ran.

  The night closed in around her when the torch light of the village disappeared as she fled into the foliage of the nearby jungle. Her throat burned with every shallow breath she gulped.

  The moment she heard the sound of Hunter whizzing through the bushes she’d just cleared, the nearly paralyzing fear of being chased ripped a piercing scream from her fired up lungs.

  An exasperated snarl accompanied the arms that snaked around her middle, snatching her up off her feet that continued to kick in the air.

  “No, no, no!” She panted repeatedly, thrashing against the body she felt pressed up against her back.

  Down he dragged her to the ground, his knees landing upon the grass, hers following suit as he covered her from behind.

  With one hand, she felt him jerk at the ties of her loincloth, nearly ripping the thin leather in his haste.

  “Hunter!” She yelled, scratching at his arms.

  Her mind battled between arousal and her self-respect.

  His groan rattled through her bones, an animal lust shredding through every sensory she possessed, weakening that internal battle she fought.

  The battle that was becoming less and less important.

  He panted heavily at the back of her neck, pulling her body against him as he sat back on his knees, spreading her thighs wide over his lap.

  As if he was coming to his senses, she felt his hold relax, his voice touching her ears.

  “I won’t hurt you.” He panted for breath, desire and frustration lacing his tone. “I won’t hurt you.” He repeated, kissing her hair.

  Another spike of pleasure made her muscles shiver.

  His warm lips kissed the side of her face, trailing to her shoulder, ending the battle as she felt her self-respect fly out the damn window.

  Finley needed his hands, his skin, his body against hers.

  The warm hands enveloping her were no longer restraints, but exploring the front of her body as if she were a treasure.

  Over and over, he repeated her name, soothing, laced with an ache she couldn’t pinpoint. It resonated through her, causing her breath to hitch, her skin to come alive.

  Why had she been fighting this again? Fin couldn’t remember.

  She leaned back against him, into his embrace, her body answering his.

  In a matter of precious moments, she felt the flat head of his cock twitch between her legs before he quickly repositioned, wedging it between the swollen lips of her pussy.

  Her body gave away her thoughts, shivering with just as much need as Hunter displayed.

  His hands held onto her, one arm wrapped over her chest, gripping her right breast in his large hand while the other latched to her middle.

  She was anchored to him, safe, her reservations quickly slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

  As if her body had a mind of its own, she felt her hips lowering until the first inch of his cock pierced her.

  Hunter’s grip tightened, his lips brushing the curve of her ear, his warm breath fanning the side of her face.

  And then he pulled her down in one swift motion, impaling her.

  Finley sucked in a lungful of air, her spine arching as the back of her head landed on his shoulder. She took another jagged breath when the sting of being stretched too quickly slowly faded.

  Her chest rose and fell as he continued to pull until there was no more room within her.

  “Hunter,” she mumbled, her arm lifting, hand sliding along the side of his face until her fingers thread through his hair and her nails scraped along his scalp, clenching.

  She felt the shudder that ripped through his body at her touch.

  His hands roamed the front of her exposed body, his thumbs rubbing over her puckered, sensitive nipples.

  They drifted downward, seizing her hips, fingers digging into the flesh there as he began pushing her up off of his lap and pulling her back down, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked and sucking pussy.

  Her insides felt as if they were melting, stretching, drenching him in liquid heat, because she wanted -needed- all of him, as deep as he could go.

  The fingernails of her other hand dug into his arm as she held on and moved with him. Every gliding motion stroked against the spongey, sensitive sweet spot tucked inside of her.

  Every groan, gasp of air, and sound of skin smacking together vibrated through her body, head to toe.

  Finley could barely breathe as she began cresting that release she needed.

  Hunter began shivering beneath her, his breath quickening with each pump of his cock.

  She knew he was getting close to bursting, and that thought alone had every muscle in her body tightening in such a quick fashion, she felt as if she were being pulled like a bow.

  Her back arched to the point she thought she might break in two, the rounded globes of her chest bouncing with every pull of his hands upon her body, her thighs slapping down on his each time.

  “Yes,” she moaned, her fingernails curling into his scalp, twisting into the strands of his hair.

  “Ffffinley.” That deep groan vibrated through his chest and deliciously seeped through her skin.

  In the next instant, his teeth grazed the scars of her shoulder, tormenting her senses.

  Finley’s body froze up, and the sudden memory of his bite, the pleasure, the torment, it sent her spiraling with the feel of his cock stretching her, pounding her.

  What started as a small sound in her throat turned into multiple cries of ecstasy as every ounce of muscle in her body tightened, bowed, and shook with an intensity that rattled her teeth.

  Hunter let up, a roar ripping from his chest as he pulled her roughly down onto his lap in quick succession and busted inside of her, filling her cunt with each scorching surge of seed his body could give her.

  Finley’s chest rose and fell with each deep pull of air as she felt her body coming down off the high she just experienced.

  Her muscles tremored like they might fall off her bones as she slipped from his arms, falling forward onto her own hands.

  His cock dislodged as she rest there, panting, on her hands and knees before him.

  She heard him groan, his hand sliding up and over her ass.

  “I want you again already.” He was breathless.

  Fin collapsed, rolling to her side.

  Before she could protest, her alien was gently pushing her onto her back, placing himself between her splayed thighs a
nd mounting her.

  She hummed, no strength for words when she felt his hard length thrust into her with no resistance.

  A sharp jolt of pleasure vibrated through her core like rippling water, her sensitive flesh saying it was too soon, and wanting more, in the same instant.

  His warm lips trapped a nipple, his tongue lashing mercilessly.

  Her breath came in short bursts, her hands clasping his face between them as she brought his mouth to hers.

  She thought she would never tire of his lips upon hers, his primal kisses, and how they awakened the deepest parts of her.

  Her fingernails curled into the nape of his neck, scratching the skin below, spurring him into a beastly rhythm of hammering her pussy until she thought he might break her.

  She didn’t care. He could break her.

  Every slam, every pound, his body brushed against her swollen, pulsating clit, sending a shockwave pinging through every nerve until she thought she might tear her hair out.

  “Hunter.” She moaned his name, dragging her teeth across the skin of his chest, his nipple, eliciting a feral snarl from him.

  She felt it then, an orgasm blooming that twisted inside of her, scratching, clawing to release like a wild animal answering the beast rutting inside her.

  Her lungs begged for air, her gasps on top of each other as she pushed her body to give it to her.

  It belonged to her.

  That release was hers.

  “Mine.” He growled down at her, emphasising his claim with another thrust that evoked a painful, delicious ache. “Say it!”

  Fin’s lips fell open, her thighs spread so wide it hurt.

  “This body,” he snarled, bucking against her mercilessly, angrily almost, “is mine.”

  Words, just words. She couldn’t think with his body slapping against her core.

  “Say it!” He demanded, his fingers plucking at one of her hardened nipples.

  Fin arched, crying out.

  “Yours!” She screeched. Over and over she called out to him.

  “That’s right, little human.” His voice was hard, firm, but an underlying softness touched her ears when he called her ‘little human’.

  Thighs spreading wide, she felt the muscles shiver, begging for her body and mind to connect, work together.

  ****

  Hunter bucked uncontrollably, his strength at the back of his mind as his cock repeatedly pinned Finley below him.

  Her little gasps, and moans mottled with cries of pleasure, it drove him into a frenzy.

  Raw heat sizzled his skin, boiled his blood, and pulled his sac tight as he edged his release.

  Her cunt sucked at him, driving him mad, and soon his mind was fading, his thoughts a numbing white.

  Tossing his head back, he roared, “Fuck! Mi’ska!”

  Every muscle bowed, his hips relentlessly pistoning into her, and then his cock jerked as his seed burst from him while he felt her tighten up, squeezing his length like a fist.

  ****

  Fin held on when Hunter went wild, driving his cock into her depths. She felt the hot jets of come that blasted her insides, and then, it was happening.

  It stole her breath, made her vision blur, made her throat convulse, and her body shake as if it were flying apart.

  Finley couldn’t scream, couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe.

  And like a rubber band pulled too tightly, she snapped.

  Everything around her burst, lungs filling with air as she crested, writhing against Hunter as she erupted around him and shrieked while her thighs shook like she’d been possessed.

  He roared again, ringing her ears and pushing past the clenching muscles of her pussy, until she could take no more.

  The deafening clap of their skin slap-slap-slapping together flooded her ears while he split her open and rode her through the ecstasy.

  Her mind plummeted, body like a limp, shaking ribbon on the wind as Hunter grasped her and rolled them against the ground.

  Their breaths were loud as they panted into the night air.

  Finley croaked, mumbling nonsense and gulping, trying to wet her throat and barely able to say much more as she lounged there with Hunter.

  She turned her head, seeing him do the same.

  He snorted.

  She huffed.

  They both fell into breathy, tired laughter.

  “Same.” He puffed, and then his arm pulled her against his side where they lazily sprawled.

  ****

  “What’s wrong?”

  “My legs itch like mad.” Fin grumbled, scratching her shin under the blankets. They’d finally regained enough strength to make it back to the lodge before collapsing onto the bed of furs.

  To her embarrassment, Hunter pulled back the hide, looking her leg over.

  “Ah.” He grinned, his eyes flickering to her as he ran a finger over her skin. “So you do grow hair here.”

  “Yes.” She hissed between clenched teeth. “I don’t have wax, or a razor to shave it off.”

  “Why shave it off?”

  Fin opened her mouth, then closed it, trying to think of a reason.

  “I don’t know, it’s just what human women do.”

  “You are Yarian now.” He laid back down on his side, facing her. “It’s natural.”

  She didn’t even begin to complain about the hair sprouting under her arms. It made her face get hot just thinking about it, even though she noticed Brinn had hair there as well and didn’t seem bothered by it.

  She regretted not getting laser treatment like nearly every other woman on Dor Nye. After so many weeks, the waxed hair had begun to grow back.

  “I feel like a hairy cavewoman.”

  “We don’t live in caves.”

  She scowled, and he kissed her brow.

  “Tree hugger didn’t have the same ring to it.”

  “Then you will be my hairy cavewoman.” He ‘mm’d, wrapping an arm over her middle and pulling her against his chest. Her annoyed moan turned into a sigh against his mouth, her lips parting, her tongue touching his.

  “Hmm,” Hunter hummed, his legs rubbing against hers as they tangled while he held her.

  “What is it?”

  Her eyelids drooped, her body relaxed, her muscles feeling weak.

  “Your legs feel like the rough giohg stalk against mine.”

  Fin squawked, slapping the arm that held her to him.

  “Stuff it.”

  His chest rumbled.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Hunter woke refreshed. How many nights had he tossed and turned upon the mat, wanting to go to Finley, to hold her, touch her, feel her breathing against his skin?

  Too many to count.

  “Good morning, lover.” Finley yawned, stretched and kissed his chin. Her eyelids dragged sleepily.

  He found that he liked it when she kissed him there. It was strange, but comforting.

  “Mi’ska.”

  Fingers running through her hair, he brushed his lips against her forehead, inhaling the scent of her skin.

  “Hunter?”

  “Yes?”

  “What’s Harava?”

  He stiffened. Ice chilled his veins, warmth left his body, and his good mood eked from his being. Fingers grasped her chin.

  “Where did you hear that name?” He inwardly groaned, as the satiated look in her eyes turned to one of apprehension with his sudden change.

  Harava and his captivity haunted his dreams, and for weeks he got no reprieve.

  But last night… last night he did.

  Holding his Mi’ska chased away the bad memories. He couldn’t begin to understand how that was possible, yet it had happened.

  Hearing his mate say her name, it ratcheted his nerves like nothing else.

  “Where?” He demanded.

  “You’re hurting me!” Her small fingers clawed at his hand and he let her go, his sudden wave of anger making him forget her fragility.

  “Answer me.”

  “
You’ve said that name in your sleep.” She confessed, rubbing her chin and frowning at him. “Not last night, but other nights. I hear you say it.”

  Her throat convulsed, swallowing, while he watched her.

  “Some nights it’s just a sad whisper. Other nights, you sound infuriated, like you want to commit murder.”

  Hunter tossed back the hides, rising to his feet and getting dressed.

  “What’s Hara-”

  “Don’t. Speak.” He hissed. “It isn’t ‘what’, but ‘who’, and that who is none of your business, human.”

  ****

  Finley shot to her feet, her chest feeling like it might crack open with the swell of anguish she suddenly felt. Before her stood her abductor, not the Hunter that brought her gifts, touched her like she might break, yet dominated her body, and spoke softly to her afterward.

  At this point, she couldn’t tell which side of him was the ruse.

  Why did she care?

  Why did she feel so deeply betrayed?

  Because she was falling in love with him. Against her better judgement, against her will, she was falling for Hunter.

  Fin gave over her body last night. Fell for his trickery again! She was convinced he wasn’t the monster Carnal Bazaar had created, but it was a lie.

  A lie!

  “So we’re back to that? I’m ‘human’ now?”

  Fin bit into her bottom lip, willing it to stop trembling. Just last night, he told her she was Yarian. One of his kind. She didn’t want to admit she liked that.

  “It’s what you are.” The low, hateful tone of his voice cut into her chest and made it hard to draw the next breath.

  “You treat me as if I’m lesser than y-”

  “Because you are!” He roared. “It’s fact.”

  Another blow to her pride.

  “You are weak of body. Your miniscule mind is so scarily lacking, it’s nearly crippling.”

  She flinched as if he’d physically struck her.

  “Don’t.” She heard herself say. “Don’t ruin this further.”

  “This?” He laughed, the sound full of rancor. “This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

  “Stop it!”