Hunting Their Mate

by Stone, Piper

  I was well aware I was clinging to Killer, my sharp nails scratching his roughhewn skin. They both held me for a few seconds and I reached back for Zacon when he left the bed, my eyes opening wide. Was he disgusted at the arrangement, having gotten his rocks off? I was distracted when Talyn eased down, lying on his back.

  The shimmer of depraved lust in his eyes drew me in, an awakening perhaps of my own soul. I could see into his, a smattering of the life he’d lived. His loves. His fears. The powerful moment was a direct connection that I knew would last. If only Zacon and Killer would allow me in, but the two brutal men would remain enemies even as they learned to adapt to the arrangement.

  A moment of sadness filtered into my system until Talyn pulled me away from the others, resting my back on his chest. He stroked down my chest, swirling the tips of his fingers around my nipples and pressing kisses against my neck. When he lifted my hips, sliding his cock inside my darkened hole, I shot out a scream.

  “Oh, God!” I wasn’t expecting the intensity by a simple angle change.

  “Tight. I love it,” Talyn whispered, his hot breath creating a wave of heat between my legs. “But you will need anal training.”

  Training. What the hell was he talking about? “What?”

  “Don’t worry, our beautiful pet. I’ll make certain you have everything you need. We’re going to stretch your tight little hole.”

  Talyn was serious. Oh, shit. I wasn’t naïve in any manner. I knew about the dark kink people craved, their longings to be flogged and hogtied, preferring pain over romance, but training? I was mortified.

  No, I was trembling all over, but it had nothing to do with fear.

  How could I want this? How could I tolerate this?

  The questions didn’t have any answers and even if they did, my body had no rational state, just simple needs of savage pleasure.

  Killer leaned over, yanking my head by my hair, his eyes full of dangerous intent. “Training will be very good for you as well as very strict rules. You’ll be on a short chain until we can trust you.”

  “You’re one merciless, vile man,” I whispered, the statement only designed for him to hear. I was taunting him, pushing his boundaries. He reeked of his darker needs, his longing for my full submission.

  Never.

  His lip curled when he chuckled, his ice blue eyes boring into mine. “You have no idea, sweetheart. I suggest you keep that in mind. I could be your worst nightmare.”

  This wasn’t the first time he’d issued a soft-sided threat, as if there was anything I could forget about him. I pursed my lips as an answer, giving him the same kind of arrogance as he seemed to enjoy sharing with me.

  I expected him to lash out, finding me even more disobedient than before. This time, he merely laughed, far too amused for my liking. He released his hold and backed away into the shadows.

  Leaving my pussy quivering more than before. He was the yin to my yang, a forbidden relationship that should have never occurred. Now, karma had taken control. God, I wanted the man.

  Only seconds later, Zacon moved back into sight, his eyes pure darkness. He was ready to claim his third portion of me.

  His way.

  His rules.

  He crept closer in animal-like moves, pushing my legs up and out and planting his hands on either side of Talyn’s chest. As he lowered down, using the incredible strength in his arms, I was floored how powerfully enchanting his eyes truly were.

  Seeing them up close, the swirling tangerine and gold, flickers of green and black were mesmerizing. He was pulling me into his world, one that had seen a harsh reality. I could almost sense his unhappiness, even as this moment of joy overwhelmed him. He would never explain why he was filled with anger, why his world was full of the need to retaliate.

  The hurt and the devastating anguish would fester until one day, he exploded.

  For now, we would also be as one.

  Zacon eased the tip of his nubbed cock to my pussy, taking his time sliding his cockhead up and down. I was so wet, my entire body quivering even more than before. His control was amazing, so strong and powerful in his own right.

  I couldn’t help but think this was another challenge, brawn versus brawn. Only the strongest would survive.

  He finally slid several inches of his cock inside, but remained hovering over me, a wry smile creeping up on his face. “You want this?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Then ask for what you want,” he demanded.

  “I...”

  “Ask, little human. If you want something, you have to learn to ask,” Zacon demanded.

  His game, his need to keep some portion of control. “Fuck me. Please fuck me like the crazed beast you are.”

  A smile broke out on his face, my answer so unexpected. He thrust his cock inside, watching my expression. I sucked in my breath, pushing one hand against his chest.

  “Oh... Yes,” I struggled to say the words, falling into yet another wave of euphoria. I was shocked at their aggressive nature as they took me, Talyn lifting and yanking me down in a brutal manner.

  I was exhausted, panting instead of breathing, so aroused that my nipples ached. I wanted to beg them to twist and pull both, causing a dynamic wave of anguish.

  “You see? Obedient girls get what they want,” Zacon said as he lowered his head, licking around my mouth.

  “Yes. I... Yes, sir,” I responded, unable to keep my eyes open. How could anything feel this fantastic?

  They continued fucking, their guttural sounds more animal than man and I was forced to remind myself they were aliens.

  With tangerine eyes.

  Glowing violet skin.

  And the most incredible cocks.

  I wanted to be ashamed of myself for enjoying this, for my body being able to come without hesitation, but the pleasure was far too great. As I heard their breathing change, shallow and gravelly, I knew they were close to coming. All I could manage to do was squeeze.

  And enjoy the sound of their ragged roars.

  Three men.

  Three masters.

  Three hulking beasts.

  This was every girl’s fantasy.

  Then why was I riddled with sadness?

  Chapter Eight

  Killer

  Merciless.

  Yeah, the buxom blonde had nailed it.

  That’s what I’d been called on several occasions during my stint with the Marines. They’d trained me to be that way, the kind of man who refused to take any shit. Discipline was the only recourse to the catastrophic events that had changed the world and I’d been damn good at following the rules.

  Even though they were harsh, unforgiving, and dangerous, but necessary in order to survive.

  Right versus wrong.

  Good versus evil.

  That had been a mantra drilled in and respected by everyone under my command. After all, we were supposed to be the good guys, providing backup for the limited law enforcement forces.

  Scores of mercenaries ran the most devastated cities, pretending like their regime was a good time at the O.K. Corral. They were into vengeance, retaliation.

  And murder.

  Every man in my unit had learned to become a cold-blooded killer because it had been vital given the various missions we were commanded to do: hunt down the marauders and bring them to justice.

  One way or the other.

  I’d respected my commanding officers, their training and expertise. They fought alongside us, pretending to give a fuck.

  Then I’d learned they were nothing more than hired assassins of the government, out to conquer those who would dare fight against what so many called Neo-Nazi socialism. I wasn’t into politics, but I knew a load of crap from the stench.

  I swirled the last shallow of bourbon, glaring down at the amber liquid. The shit was more rotgut than anything, but it satiated my thirst for the time being. This was just another reminder that the power collected after the Great War had been accomplished by those
with money and influence.

  And they ran everything with an iron fist.

  After gulping the last dregs, I rubbed my forehead, tension remaining, my instincts on high alert. Then I held out my arm, studying the crude but colorful tattoo that had been carved by a woman called an artist. Underground shit. I was lucky I hadn’t gotten blood poisoning from her dirty needles. Still, the dragon was exactly what I wanted. The second tat? Marine jargon, a reminder that I’d lost my soul, believing in something that had been lost long before I was born.

  Honor.

  The Cenzans spouted honor, but I’d learned that’s exactly what carried them through every harsh day.

  Skidding the glass along the table’s surface, I hesitated before moving closer to the bed, peering down at her. The way she locked eyes with mine, clawing past every shield was more terrifying than any dangers I’d encountered with the Marines. I was scarred inside and out and had no intention of opening up old wounds.

  Not for any reason.

  I also wasn’t into sharing. That had never been a fantasy, the all-encompassing need of so many men. I was a one-woman guy and always had been. Seeing the Cenzans taking her, claiming her had been... difficult. Oh, hell. It was gut-wrenching. She’d never actually belonged to me, but our connection was off the charts.

  She was the kind of woman men would die for, even for a single night.

  Maybe the Cenzans would.

  When the others left the mating bed, whispering words in their language, she rolled over on her side, her expression one of peace as well as satisfaction. She would need to learn rules and for her, the concept alone would challenge the woman inside.

  I had an innate sense of danger, but the constant edge might keep her alive. I’d gathered enough to believe she’d been telling the truth. She was dynamic and powerful in her own right, but not capable of what I’d witnessed.

  Men would be coming for her, whether the asshole who’d planned the actual attack or the government because they believed she was responsible. Either way, she would be exterminated with no questions asked.

  And that would piss me off.

  I gathered a warm washcloth, moving back to the bed and rolling her over. She opened her eyes, although they had difficulty focusing, but she smiled as I gently rubbed her skin, washing away the cum covering portions of her body. She said nothing, although I could see so many questions in her eyes.

  Tomorrow would begin a new chapter and she would tell all she knew. When I was finished, I started to leave when she grabbed my arm.

  “Who are you really, Killer? Will you ever tell me your real name?” she whispered then closed her eyes.

  “Killer suits me.”

  She exhaled, releasing her hold. “You hide behind a mask of steel. Does that ever get lonely?”

  I held my breath, fighting the slight and very ridiculous urge to confide anything to her. I’d survived this long by observing and keeping to myself. “I’m fine. This is how I’ve chosen to live.”

  “But I saw another side of you, if only for a little while. You still hunger for me.”

  Her insistence was exactly what I expected. My cock was already stiff, throbbing to drive into her once again. “I will always desire you, Kristina.”

  “Then take me.” She opened her legs, sliding her hand between them and fingering her clit.

  My mouth watered from the sight, my heart racing. I continued to watch her as she undulated, issuing several husky moans. Her skin glistened in the soft lighting, illuminating her long lashes and beautiful bone structure.

  “Mmm...” She arched her back as she shoved several fingers into her pussy, driving with wild abandon.

  I blinked several times, trying to get control. My balls were so damn tight. “You should get some rest.”

  “Because you’re going to ravage my body again?” She was so damn rebellious, teasing me in every manner that she thought she’d gain some advantage from. I wanted to trust her, but a nagging in the back of my mind refused to go away.

  “We will begin your training.”

  “I’m not a seal, Killer. I deserve to have a voice.”

  Shaking my head, I walked closer to the end of the bed, trying to keep my anger in check. “You don’t understand the ways of the Cenzan world. You will always have a voice. You will always be important.”

  “Only because I might pop out babies.”

  For the first time, I realized how little she truly understood about the Cenzan species and what they’d been forced to endure. She had no respect for the gift she’d been given by Shandar. Then again, why should she? “Children are very special not only to Cenzans but to humans as well. You know from your parents how important you and your brothers and sisters were. You felt the kind of bond that only occurs within a family. That’s all the Cenzans have ever wanted. I only hope you learn to understand why this is so important.”

  With that, I turned away, clenching my fists.

  “A man made of stone and steel. I wonder who was responsible for erasing your heart.”

  The words were true, said with no inflection but the chill skittering into me was more painful that I cared to admit. “I have my reasons.”

  “Don’t we all, Killer? I might have a chip on my shoulder, but you have a boulder.”

  I snapped around to face her, anger boiling within me. I wrapped my hand around her neck, dragging her to her feet. “I told you. I have my reasons. Don’t you think that I could want a family? Don’t you believe that having a wife and... a baby could mean something to me? Don’t you think that there are reasons I have scars all over my body and my heart?”

  She opened her eyes wide, taking shallow breaths.

  “No, because you’ve become a selfish woman, refusing to believe that others might be hurting just as much as you are.”

  We were fire and ice, she and I, our relationship destined for destruction.

  Hearing noise, I held back another taunting retort. Letting out an elongated breath, I shot a look at Talyn before releasing her.

  “Did I interrupt something?” Talyn asked.

  “What do you want?” I barked, noticing the box in his hand. She was right about one thing. The anger was eating me alive.

  He walked closer, giving me a harsh look before opening the box. “What I promised earlier.” He twisted the butt plug back and forth in the light.

  The bulbous plug was silver in design, the end covered in emerald jewels. Just seeing the training device allowed some of the tension to ease.

  “What the hell is that?” she demanded, flopping down on the bed.

  “Something you’re going to wear at all times,” Talyn answered. As he walked by me, he noticed my odd expression. “Would you prefer to do the honors?”

  “No. I will leave you alone.” I walked toward the door, but something kept me from leaving. Maybe I had an unnatural need to keep her close, to be the one who provided whatever training and punishment that was needed. I was the alpha. I would be her dominator first and foremost.

  “I’m not wearing that.” She cowered further away.

  “Yes, you are.” Talyn eased onto the bed, immediately yanking her over his lap.

  Maybe I was a sick bastard, my desire to watch just another horrific personality trait, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

  She wiggled, hissing under her breath as she attempted to get off his lap. “No way. You’re not sticking that thing into me!”

  Talyn gripped her arm, yanking it behind her back. “You really do need extensive training.” He peppered her ass several times with his hand, moving back and forth in rapid motions.

  “No. Stop!” Kristina pleaded, moving every time his hand came down on her still reddened bottom.

  The way she flailed, kicking and fighting gave me another hard erection. As the spanking continued, I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking in languishing motions.

  “You’re going to learn obedience,” Talyn growled. He was forced to throw his leg over hers to keep
her in place, struggling as he smacked both ass cheeks over and over again.

  My breath skipped, blood rushing to my brain as I squeezed my cockhead, longing to have her mouth wrapped around my shaft. Then again, I was the alpha. Maybe that was exactly what she deserved.

  Crack!

  The sound filtered into my ears, giving me a real smile. The thought was ridiculous but in honesty, teaching her obedience would help keep her alive.

  “Let me go! I’ll be good. I won’t fight you,” she wailed.

  “Yes, you will,” he answered, giving her six very hard smacks, one coming after the other. He gave me a look, grinning as he caressed her bruised ass. “Now, if I let you go, will you be a good girl?”

  “Yes,” she said through clenched teeth.

  Talyn gave her two more slaps.

  “Ouch. Yes, sir!”

  The friction from my hand was going to drive me crazy. I could barely focus but watching her wiggling was damn hot.

  “Better.” He let her go, pulling her braids to the side. “Now, open your pretty little ass cheeks for me. Wide open.”

  She shot me the harshest look, snarling under her breath before doing as she was told, reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart.

  Even from where I was standing, I could see her beautiful pink puckered hole. My cock throbbed like a son of a bitch to thrust deep inside.

  Talyn whistled as he lifted the plug, taking his time to add lubricant. “This might be uncomfortable, but you’ll get used to it.”

  “Yes. Sir.” Her words were hissed with vehemence.

  Talyn moved closer, sliding the plug between her ass cheeks, rocking the rubber piece up and down.

  She moaned, her entire body quivering.

  I rubbed my hand up and down my shaft, my mouth watering from my vile thoughts.

  “Relax,” Talyn whispered as he pushed, continuing to wiggle the implement.

  Kristina shook her head, gasping several times as the plug was inserted. I held my breath, my hunger increasing.

  I could barely breathe as he slipped the plug deep within, twisting and turning until it was all the way seated inside. I could hear her kitten-like moans, adoring the way she kicked out her feet when he was finished.