by Luna Hunter
“Don’t.”
“Why not?” she asks, genuinely surprised. “I love you Nero, every shape, every form of you.”
“Why? You’re not scared of me?”
“No. Because no matter what, I know it’s you. Even if you’re a bit taller, a bit broader, a bit more beastlike… it’s still you. And I love you.”
I lean back against the wall. I don’t deserve such unconditional love… or so I always thought. Yet Victoria is here, with me, even after everything, and I can tell she means every word she says.
“What? Don’t look at me like I’m crazy,” she chuckles.
“You’re not crazy — I am,” I say. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”
“Uhh, you saved my life how many times now?” Victoria laughs. “I think you more than qualify for my love.”
She leans in and kisses me, and I return the kiss, my hand moving to her neck, the water running down both our bodies now.
I love the feeling of her body against mine. Feeling her pulse, her heart beat against my chest. Her breath on my lips. Her tongue on my bottom lip. Her soft moans reaching my ears.
This is what I was made for. What we were both made for.
As my hand slides down her waist, cupping her ass, the beast inside of me roars. My cock grows hard, pushing against my mate, and she purrs in return.
Her hand slides down, cupping my cock, her fingers barely wrapping around it.
“My beast wants out,” I warn her.
“Let it,” she says.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I want to find out.”
“Are you sure?”
Her eyes are sparkling with lust now, a wicked smile on her lips as she rubs the head of my cock against her wet folds.
“I think it’s kinda sexy,” she whispers. “You’re like a werewolf. So big, so strong… you could ravish me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop you. I’d be your plaything. Yours to use. My body yours.”
“Fuck,” I growl, biting down on my bottom lip so hard I draw blood. Every word that leaves Victoria’s lips is making me harder and harder. Every beat of my heart is bringing the beast inside me closer and closer to being released.
Victoria drops to her knees in front of me.
“Allow me to properly thank you,” she smirks.
As soon as her tongue touches my cock… the beast is released.
Victoria
Maybe I’m crazy… but I want what I want.
And right now, what I want is to drive Nero absolutely crazy. When he looks at me with those lust-filled eyes, when his knees buckle, his heart races, I feel completely alive, wanted and desired.
I live for driving him crazy with lust. He’s always been a beast… but now I know there’s an actual beast inside of him. A nine feet tall, horned, fanged, drop-dead gorgeous beast.
And I want to do is drive him so crazy he can’t control himself a moment longer. That he wants me so much that he lets go of all the brakes, that he gives in, that he takes me, uses me, ravishes me.
Maybe I’m crazy. But, I don’t care. My heart belongs to Nero, beast and all.
His Elban cock pulses in front of me, and I lick my lips in anticipation. Even without shifting he still has a giant cock. I grab a firm hold, feeling the hardness, the warmth in my hands.
I plant a warm, wet kiss on the purple head, and Nero growls with approval, a low, animalistic sound. I glance up, smirking, as I take him deeper into my mouth.
The shift has subtly changed him. His hair is a bit longer, a bit wilder, and his teeth seem to be a bit sharper. It doesn’t matter to me. He’s an alien warrior — that he’s also a horned, snarling, werewolf-like beast at times… that’s just icing on the proverbial cake to me.
“You’re are tempting the beast,” Nero says. “Careful.”
“Let him out and play.”
I take Nero’s cock as far down my throat as I can to prove my point. Release yourself, baby.
He roars my name as he shifts, one fist grabbing my hair, the other one pounding the wall so hard it dents a few tiles. He grows taller, broader, the horns appearing on his head once more, his irises turning red.
And, one thing I hadn’t noticed before — his cock grows bigger as well.
His strong hands grab my arms, and he pulls me up into the air as if I’m as light as a feather. His hands rest on my ass, my legs slipping around his waist.
I rest my hands on his cheeks, gazing into his eyes. The tips of my fingers press against his horns, feeling their hardness, their texture.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Nero growls. “Until you beg for mercy.”
My heart skips a beat. “Try me,” I say.
My mate growls and nips my shoulder, his fangs pressing into me as he forces the head of his cock into my pussy, my lips spreading to accommodate his immense size.
Pain and pleasure mix as he draws a trickle of blood, his cock entering me inch at a time. I’ve never been this wet, this aroused, and this filled before.
I moan his name as I close my eyes and throw my head back.
I’m absolutely weightless, unable to do a single thing but slide down his throbbing manhood. My toes curl, my heart races, and pleasure courses through my veins in ever more powerful waves as I’m spread, filled and fucked by Nero’s alien cock.
This is heaven.
Nero
I give into pleasure. Into desire. Into lust.
Victoria has pushed me over the edge, and now her lips are wrapped around my pole, her hands holding onto my neck for dear life as she rides me, as I slide my cock into her, my hips a blur as I pound her with all the strength I have.
The feeling is overwhelming.
My mate accepts me, body and soul. She loves me, no matter what. Even this beastly form she cares for.
I can be myself.
No more secrets.
No more surprises.
I no longer have to be ashamed of my heritage.
From this point on, I’m going to share everything with my mate. Every thought, every hope, every fear.
I kiss her deeply, my fangs grazing her lips, my tongue finding hers, as my orgasm builds.
“Yes,” she pants. “Fill me, Nero. Give me your baby!”
Yes.
I’m going to knock her up. Fill her with my seed. Start a family, a new line.
I can’t imagine a happier future.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as my cock throbs harder and harder, my seed begging to be released. Hearing my mate panting my name is what sends me over the edge.
With one final push I completely bury myself inside of her. I roar her name as I unload, as I explode, as I come — hard.
My seed fills her.
She is mine.
Afterword
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Preview of The Zoran’s Bride
My new bodyguard? A possessive, dangerous alien warrior who wants to claim me as his prize. Oh boy.
Decades have passed since the Tyk’ix destroyed the Zoran homeworld. The fierce, sexy alien warriors have found refuge on Earth, but adjusting to this new reality has not been easy for either species.
Sarah Granger wants nothing to do with the aliens — her father died protecting the Zoran, and she’s yet to forgive them. When the Human Federation plans a
mission into deep space to find a new home for the alien warriors, she volunteers, and to her own surprise, the curvy scientist gets the job! She couldn’t be happier. Until, moments before launch, the Federation assigns her a bodyguard. And not just anyone: The most dangerous, arrogant Zoran warrior imaginable, who won’t leave her alone for even a second.
Kazim has never seen his homeworld. The alien warrior grew up an orphan on the streets of Boston with nothing to his name except his fists and his indomitable will. The blue-skinned Zoran is the undefeated boxing champion of the Boston underworld — until the local kingpin asks him to take a dive. Instead, Kazim knocks his human opponent out so hard it kills him, and now the entire mob is out for his blood.
The wanted alien warrior needs to lay low for a while, and using his connections, manages to hitch a ride on a human ship heading into deep space. All he has to do is protect Sarah Granger from harm. An easy job for a warrior as tall and strong as him… Until he sees her and he realizes in an instant that he’s found his fated mate.
Resisting his urge to claim her is the hardest battle the alien warrior has ever fought.
1. Kazim
“And in the left corner, representing Zoran-kind everywhere, it’s the blue giant, the unstoppable one: Kazim the Destroyer!”
The crowd — all human — jeers, cursing my name. Their faces are contorted with rage. Good. Go ahead. Hate me. It only makes me stronger.
“And in the right corner, representing mankind, it’s the one, the only, Michael Cormack AKA the Machine!”
The puny human in front of me is bouncing on his feet, his fists raised, shielding his face from me. He jabs the air, his punches as quick as lightning. It doesn’t matter. It won’t save him. Even the strongest, quickest human is no match for me.
“Fight!”
The bell rings and the crowd roars. There’s thousands of them, all of whom have been paid good money to watch a human beat up a Zoran.
Unfortunately for them, I don’t play by those rules.
My opponent rushes forwards and tries to get the first punch in. I lean back and dodge it easily. And the next one. And the next one. I walk around the ring, evading his every blow. His muscles bulge as he throws all his strength into ever jab, but all he hits is air. His face is contorted with anger, rage, and a hint of fear.
I smirk at him.
You got inside the ring with me, boy. What happens next is on you.
I punch him in the stomach the moment he lets his guard down, and the human doubles over in pain, his scream filling the entire arena.
The crowd falls silent for a moment before exploding in a fit of rage. This is not what they came here to see, and they make this crystal clear to me.
“Go back to where you came from, you blue freak!”
“Fuck you Kazim!”
“Zorans go home!”
I look into the crowd and spread my arms wide, letting all their hate flow into me. In the front row I see the promotor, Callum McGregor, giving me the evil eye. He’s the kingpin here in Neo-Boston, one of the most dangerous men around.
Except for me.
He traces his finger past his neck, and the message is clear.
Go down in the second round or you’re dead.
I never planned on living forever.
The bell rings and the first round comes to an end. I’ve barely broken a sweat, and there’s not a scratch on me. I grab a bucket of water on my side of the ring and throw it over my face, letting the cool drops slide down my broad, naked, deep-blue chest.
I wink at a human female sitting in the front row, and she instantly turns as red as beet — and her boyfriend looks like he wants to come up and fight me.
He’s welcome to try if he has a death wish.
“Round two! Fight!”
Cormack rushes me from behind, his punch grazing my chin. Unsportsmanlike. I retaliate instantly, my fist connecting with his nose. I can feel the bones shattering under the pressure of my punch. His face explodes with blood, the red stuff gushing down his chin.
My opponent looks surprised, shocked and filled with hatred.
“You’re supposed to go down,” he spits, with blood on his lips.
I push my shoulders back. “Make me, human.”
“Alien bastard,” he says. “You should have died on Exon Prime with the rest of your kind.”
That’s the drop that makes the bucket run over. I can’t let that slide. My vision turns red and I feel blind rage taking over — and I welcome it. First I punch the human in the stomach, making him hunch over, and then I hit him with an uppercut, throwing all the strength I have into that punch.
Cormack flies through the air.
The arena turns silent.
He hits the ground with a thud. He doesn’t move.
I raise my hands up in the air. Victory!
The crowd explodes, pelting me with bottles, coins, lighters, anything they can get their hands on. It all bounces off me harmlessly. I laugh. I laugh in the face of their hatred, of their rage. They can’t handle the fact that I’m simply better.
Two Zoran step into the ring, and I recognize their obsidian black uniforms and the symbol of Exon pinned to their chests. Why is the High Command slumming it here in Neo-Boston?
“Come,” the one on the right growls.
It’s not a question.
“Goddamnit, Kazim. God fucking damn it. In Zora’s name, what the fuck were you thinking?! Taking on a contract for Callum fucking McGregor — and then fucking him over?! What the hell were you thinking?! Oh, don’t tell, me, you weren’t thinking, were you?!”
I gaze up into the rage-contorted face of General Burak, who is towering over me in my dressing room. He’s a big shot in the High Command, with his mauve skin, his fancy obsidian armor and the many medals pinned to his chest, but I simply know him as Uncle Burak.
And I hate him.
His two goons are standing outside, keeping McGregor and the angry crowd at bay. I remove the wrap from my fists while avoiding the general’s scolding gaze. I hit that human so hard my knuckles are bleeding.
“With all due respect, sir… fuck you.”
General Burak strikes me with an open hand. He’s much faster than Cormack ever was. I can’t evade this blow.
“Don’t talk to me like that, boy.”
“I’m not your boy anymore,” I spit. “I never was.”
“You ungrateful piece of shit. I took you in when your parents died, treated you like you were my own son, and this is how you repay me? Bare knuckle boxing? If only your father could see you now.”
“Don’t you dare speak his name,” I growl.
“Or what? You’re going to kill me too? You know you killed that human, right? You broke his fucking neck, Kazim.”
I straighten my back, my lips pulled into a tight line. Perhaps I ought to feel remorse or regret… but in truth, I don’t feel a fucking thing.
“He got in the ring with me. He knew what he signed up for.”
“And he paid the ultimate price,” Burak spits. “Not only have you fucked over McGregor, but all of Neo-Boston is out for your blood, now that you’ve killed their golden boy.”
“So what?” I shrug. “Let them come.”
“You don’t understand, do you? The world is bigger than just you, Kazim. What you just did is not only for bad for your personal health and safety, but it’s bad for Zorans everywhere. You know what the headlines are going to be tomorrow, right? Zoran murders human. Plastered all over the holo-web, all over this globe. You’re making life harder for everyone.”
“How would you know?” I sneer. “You’re up in your flotilla, with the rest of the High Command. You don’t have a clue what it’s like down here on Earth.”
Burak raises his hand to strike again, but then he sighs, his yellow eyes filled with sadness and regret.
“I’ve failed you, Kazim.”
“It’s too late for apologies.”
“But it’s not too late for you. You can st
ill make something of yourself. That’s why I’m assigning you to the HF Spearhead.”
“I don’t want your charity,” I say as I stand up, pressing my forehead against the general’s. “Fuck off.”
He grabs my shoulders and pushes me back down.
“You sit down and you listen,” he growls, the fire returning to his voice. “You don’t have a choice. You stay here and you’ll die, you understand? That mob wants your blood. You’re not as invincible as you think you are. I made a promise to your father that I’d keep you safe, and I’m staying true to my word, even if you’re making it damn hard to do so. The HF Spearhead is a reconnaissance vessel, the first of its kind. It’ll go into deep space to find a suitable planet for us Zorans. And you’re going along with them. Some time far, far away from Earth will do you some good.”
“The Exodus?” I growl. “It’s real?! I thought it was a myth.”
“It’s real,” Burak answers, “in-so-far as we’ve located some promising planets. There’s no exodus. Not yet. But, you can help us find a new home for us Zorans.”
“What am I supposed to do on that ship? I’m not a pilot or a mechanic. All I know what to do is fight.”
The general grabs my naked shoulder and squeezes it. “You’re muscle, Kazim. They might need it out there in space. Do this. For me.”
“I’ll do it,” I say after mulling it over for a second. “But not for you. I’ll do it for my father.”
If I can do my part in finding a new home for us Zorans, I’ll make him proud. I can make sure that no Zoran will have to grow up without his parents again.
I just hope there’s something for me to do while I’m on that ship.
2. Sarah
This is it. In less than an hour’s time, I’ll be in outer space for months. I’ve been working towards this moment for years.
And now that it’s finally here, I’m scared out of my mind.
There’s so much I’ll miss! I won’t receive new episodes of Dancing with the Zoran out there in space. The on-board cafeteria doesn’t serve chocolate whipped cream. And of course, I’ll miss my mother most of all.
Luckily, I’ve got my teddy with me.
“Where do you want me put this?”
My train of thought is interrupted by my research assistant, Ava Payne, who’s carrying a big box of my stuff.