Hunting Their Mate
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“Ssshh...” I brushed my fingers against his cheek, caressing in a manner my mother used to do when I had a nightmare.
Tensing, he opened his eyes once, his entire body stiffening. He opened his mouth as if to cry out then very slowly his body relaxed, allowing him to fall into a deep sleep.
I continued caressing until there was no additional movement. My heart ached for him, my mysterious and haunted lover.
Out of control.
That’s what everything seemed to be already. I was sick of mind and heart. The night had been both spectacular as well as damning, my fears over losing the few remaining people I cared about foremost in my mind.
There’d been no more discussion of what events were going to occur. I wasn’t entirely certain my three... masters were going to include me in any decisions. I had fears they would simply eradicate my village, destroying everything, no matter what Killer had promised.
He certainly didn’t have full control.
I shifted, realizing I had three sleeping men in my bed. No, this wasn’t my bed but a location where I’d mated. I couldn’t stomach the word. They expected me to have children, even when so many continued to die? I held back a moan, trying to keep from waking them. I also realized two other important things. One, my butt cheeks remained tender from the rounds of spankings. Two, the plug was a true pain in the ass.
How many times had I contemplated removing the wretched metal object? A solid one hundred. Snorting, I resisted being oh-so disobedient. However, there was no way I could stand or tolerate this for an extended period of time.
Period.
What I needed was time to myself, to try to accept the circumstances.
Easing from under the covers, I stood over them, studying their faces. In truth, they were all very dynamic, completely different from one another. Talyn was playful, sensitive. Killer was savage, leaving me shivering every time we touched. Then there was Zacon, a true brute by nature, an absolute warrior through and through.
Even the way he’d worn his uniform as they burst into my home had clearly defined his role. A natural born killer. I shuddered at the thought. I retreated to the comfort of the bathroom, the expansive room having been yet another surprise. The aliens certainly enjoyed their creature comforts.
Another series of wretched images flashed into my mind of the fateful day, leaving me fighting to calm my nerves. I couldn’t allow this to continue happening. My life was certainly no fairytale. No little girl desired to be captured by aliens, but this was the world I would be forced to endure.
I damn well better get used to my current circumstances.
Or face harsh punishment.
The thought finally gave me a single laugh. I turned on the shower, wanting nothing more than to soak in a bubble bath, but that kind of luxury wasn’t warranted when I was riddled with worry. The oversized mirror managed to capture my discord as well as my sadness. The woman staring back at me longed for a different life, maybe one I’d read about in what few books from before the Great War. The pictures had been so beautiful, depicting absolute freedom from worry and the thought of tyranny.
I made another demented face, trying to break the moment of sadness. When I was finally free of the visions, I shifted until I was able to see my bruised and reddened bottom. Wincing, I brushed my hand across my skin, grumbling under my breath. While Killer might be the dominating alpha male, Talyn certainly knew how to spank. Another laugh was followed by a slight flash of the jeweled end of the damning plug. Oh, no. I would take a shower without it.
The most freeing feeling washed over me when it was removed, tossed into the sink and rinsed off, my mind reeling. I made another face then felt more defiant than ever.
Fuck the plug and their rules.
I eased inside the shower, immediately allowing the water to cascade down over my tilted face, savoring the warmth. I was chilled to the bone, perhaps from exhaustion or fear. Maybe both.
My entire life had been turned upside town. I palmed the wall, dropping my head and fighting the tears that had already formed. I was a tough cookie. I’d been through a hell of a lot worse.
I’d tried desperately to save anyone, but only a few had even survived the attack on the village. My baby sister had been the last to die, her frail little body huddling in my arms. I would never forget the way her bloodstained fingers caressed my cheek, her eyes filled with so much love.
“It’s okay, sissy. I can already see the angels. They’re beautiful.”
Gasping, I bit back an anguished cry, still able to see her beautiful green eyes twinkling even in her anguish. When the light slipped away, I’d lost my mind, holding her for a solid hour as I wept. How could anyone do this to innocent lives?
I could barely contain the sobs, my body shaking violently. I couldn’t trust them, the fucking aliens. There would never be a strong enough reason for me to do so. I had to get away from them and I’d have my chance once back on Earth. If I could convince enough of my original volunteers, maybe we could get away, going to another city. Hell, we had enough motor power and gas we could likely make it to another state.
As long as the Cenzans didn’t catch us.
A cold wafting of air washed across me. Bristling, I pushed out my hands in reaction, shoving hard against whoever dared enter my space.
“Ugh!” The ugly sound was followed by a hard thumping as the force pushed the intruder several feet.
Taking a fighter’s stance, I finally realized that Zacon was rising to his full height, a look of discord crossing his face. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to join you,” he said gruffly, advancing like the true predator he was.
I quickly glanced toward the door, hopeful the others were behind him. The last thing I wanted to do was spend any time with the asshole alone. I didn’t get my wish. “No.”
A smile crossed his face as he climbed inside, closing the door behind him and crowding my space. “You have no say in the matter.”
“I hate you. Do you know that?”
He lifted an eyebrow, studying me intently. “Your body doesn’t hate me.”
“My body is a betraying bitch.”
The comment forced a laugh, something I hadn’t heard from him. His features softened, his tangerine eyes glowing in the dim light. “Maybe so, but I like that girl and her body.”
“You don’t know me, and I can tell you don’t give a shit about anything I want.”
I had the distinct feeling he would become enraged, retaliating as he lifted his arm. I was prepared to protect myself, fisting my hands.
He didn’t react, merely finishing his task, grabbing what had to be soap of some kind. “And you don’t know me.”
“You don’t want me to.”
After pouring some of the liquid in his hand, he reached out.
I bristled.
He growled.
I punched him in the gut.
Zacon yanked my hand, wrenching only enough to stop any further actions. “You don’t really want to do that. I think you’re curious, hungry to find out more.”
“Then you’d be wrong.”
He crowded closer until there were inches between us. “I’m never wrong, Kristina. But I am a man with little compassion.”
“Let me guess. You have your reasons.”
His eyes clouded only briefly, but enough to allow me a single glimpse inside his soul. Another alien with a grudge against humans. He remained quiet, his body heat resonating in the small space. His eyes never left mine as he lathered his hands then brushed them ever so gently down the length of my arms.
The crackle of electricity was much stronger than before, my breath skipping from the sheer gentleness of his touch.
“Relax, little human. I won’t hurt you. I speak of punishment in a harsh manner, but you’re not my enemy.”
Swallowing, I gave a single nod, trying to rationalize why he was even here. To make amends? To pretend long enough until I did form some kind of a bond and ther
eby trust? I wasn’t buying it in the least.
He caressed my skin, his fingers like soft feathers, brushing to my legs then up my sides. He took a step back, inhaling then issuing a series of growls. “You are beautiful. Everything about you.”
I had no idea what to say. He was gorgeous in his own right, his muscles even more ripped than I’d allowed myself to notice before. After taking my hand into his, he kneaded my fingers then placed my palm against his chest.
The single touch was jolting, my nipples immediately aroused and aching. I took shallow breaths, my instinct taking over as I caressed him, my fingers kneading in small circles. I gazed down to his cocks, hard as steel, ready to ravage both holes. The realization that my mouth was watering was crazy.
This shouldn’t happen.
“Zacon, I...”
“Shush, little one. Just enjoy. There will be few times I can spend with you alone. We might as well enjoy.” His voice was laced with a husky tone, full of lust, his eyelids narrowing as he drank me in. He continued his exploration, dancing his fingers along the insides of my thighs.
My pussy quivered, clenching then releasing once. Twice. I moved my hand down his stomach, amazed how taut his body truly was. When I reached the soft hair above his cocks, I visibly shuddered.
“Do you see how hot I am for you? Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His tone remained gravelly, full of unbridled lust.
“Then why do you act like you hate me?” I asked. I could hear the scorn in my voice, the hint of true anger. Unable to resist, I slid my hand around his nubbed cock, stroking in a manner I knew would drive him crazy.
He growled, his eyes flashing as he kicked my legs apart, jamming his hand over my mound. “Because you’re human. I was taught never to trust a human, even a female as tempting as you are.” Curling his fingers, he slipped them just inside my molten pussy.
“Then we’re even.” I twisted and turned my hand, squeezing until I created friction. His scattered breathing was my reward. I lifted an eyebrow, laughing softly.
“Such a bad girl. You truly believe you have control.” He flexed the same fingers open, pumping in and out.
The angle was far too delicious, the perfect spot. Flickering stars floated in front of my eyes. I was thrown into a moment of raw euphoria, my feet sliding on the wet surface. “I...”
“You hunger for me, little human, more than you dare to admit.” He blew across my neck and jaw as he rubbed his other hand down my back, cupping my buttocks then yanking me closer. The action forced his fingers deeper inside my pussy.
“Never.”
“Admit it.”
I bit my lower lip, blinking several times. Concentrating on teasing him was becoming impossible.
He didn’t wait for my answer, capturing my mouth and immediately thrusting his tongue inside. The beast surfaced from deep within and he slapped both hands against the shower wall as he ground his hips against my stomach. The pressure of his two very thick cocks pressing against my already slickened pussy was breathtaking.
I didn’t want this man, any part of him, but I also couldn’t resist the delicious temptation. Finally sliding my hands around his neck, I wrapped my fingers around his long strands of hair, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. The kiss was a passionate roar, two species hungering in an animalistic manner. I continued stroking, saving the way the nubs left sizzling sensations all over my hand.
There was no right or wrong, night or day. There was just this.
Extreme. Brutal. Desire.
Zacon undulated his hips as our tongues thrashed back and forth, the French kiss under his absolute control. He grabbed one of my hands, yanking it over my head. There was no escaping his hold, his hunger unabashed. He added another finger, pumping in a brutal manner into my pussy, forcing me onto my toes.
Moaning into the kiss, I clamped my fingers around his cockhead, able to drag the tip of one across his sensitive slit. Beads of cum trickled out, the temptation too difficult to resist. But my hold on reality was slipping, my pussy muscles quivering to the point I bucked my hips involuntarily. He was going to make me cum, to explode onto his hand.
And I knew he would accept no less.
He broke the kiss, making guttural sounds before mouthing my cheek, sliding his lips toward my ear. “You have no idea what I can do to you.”
His whisper was dark and dangerous, laced with a tantalizing devious manner, as if a competition fueled him. After nipping my lower lip, he jerked his slickened hand into the light, darting his tongue across a single finger. “So sweet.”
I took several gasping breaths, my eyes dancing back and forth, trying to focus.
To think clearly.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Driving me to the brink of utter madness.
“Zacon,” I managed, the sound barely audible.
The curl floating to the corner of his mouth told me just how much he enjoyed the game, one he was winning. He tilted his head then brushed his juice-covered fingers across my pursed lips. “As I told you before. You need to ask for what you want. Then I’ll decide if you deserve a treat or punishment.”
Groaning, I twisted my hand back and forth around his cock, digging my fingers in. “Maybe you need to ask for what you want.”
The words only ignited his passion further. He yanked my fingers away from his shaft, slamming it against the wall over my head and grabbing both wrists with a single hand. “That’s never going to happen, little human. You already forget your place.” He took a step away, gazing all the way down to my toes in a deliberate manner then licking his fingers clean.
His expression, the way his body retained such demanding authority was a sinful aphrodisiac. I was reduced to waiting for his choice, his decision in what he wanted. This was all about eliminating my yearning for any control. Damn, the man made me weak in the knees, the bad little girl inside longing to beg him for exactly what I craved.
The stubborn woman refusing.
I had a feeling he knew exactly what I was thinking and the second he thrust four fingers back inside my pussy, plunging in brutal motions, I let out a strangled moan. The sound echoed in my ears, matching the ragged beating of my heart. I could no longer feel my toes, even though I had all my weight on them, matching his harsh thrusts with the jutting of my hips. I wanted him deeper, his fingers digging into my womb.
No, I wanted his cocks buried deep inside, fucking me like the primal brute that he really was.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” The sounds continued to pump from my mouth, the joy of the way my muscles clamped around the thick invasion amazing. I closed my eyes, lolling my head as he pumped harder. Faster. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
And there would be so much more.
He took deep breaths but said nothing as he finger fucked me, curling the tips until he was able to hit my G-spot.
I lost it then, my body spasming as the climax rose from the very depths of my being, splashing throughout my body. The wave crashed into me in such a violent manner I struggled to free myself. “Oh. Fuck. Yes. I...” The words tumbled from my mouth, completely incoherent. I laughed, tossing my head and continued rocking my hips forward.
He mouthed my neck, nipping my tender skin as the single climax turned into the most intense wave. The second he bit down, his sharp teeth digging in, the rush of raw pain sent me into a sublime state of ecstasy.
Zacon didn’t bother waiting until my body had stopped shaking or the orgasm had finished before jerking me around to face the wall. He clamped the same hand around my wrists, keeping me in place.
“What are... you... doing?” I managed, attempting to arch my back. I needed to see him, to know what he was going to do, even though my instincts whispered exactly what he planned.
To fuck you.
To claim you.
To own you.
“Everything and anything I want.” An intense snarl was followed by two hard smacks across my ass.
The s
ting was nothing more than fuel smattered across my heated body, igniting every dark desire that had ever entered my mind. I widened my legs, accepting the shame of my raging hunger as he smacked me again. And again.
“Such a bad and dirty girl. It will take time to make certain you’re exactly what we need.” His heated breath scattered across my shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“I thought I already was.”
Chuckling, he wiggled his fingers between the cleft of my ass, finding my dark hole. I heard the soft rumbling sound coming from the very depth of his chest.
No plug.
Total disobedience.
“You need to learn, little human.” He proceeded to spank me with severe slaps, one coming after the other.
I moaned, struggling to get out of his hold. I knew the attempt was futile. There was no way he would allow the infraction to go unpunished.
And I was right.
The spanking continued until the heat from my bottom shifted all the way up along my spine. I finally gave up the fight, pressing my face against the cool tile, waiting until he was satisfied.
“You’ve had enough. For now.” He caressed my bottom and upper thighs as he licked in swirling circles across my shoulder. “Now, I fuck you the way it’s supposed to be.”
Every dazzling sensation I’d felt before shifted into something else entirely as he plunged one cock into my pussy, the other into my ass. Every wisp of breath was yanked out of me as pain and pleasure rushed into every cell. I was thrown, pitched into a moment of the most beautiful bliss.
“Yes!” Zacon roared. He released his hold on my hands, although I dared not move them. Then he grabbed my hips, yanking me away from the wall, driving in deep and even motions.
I dropped my head, staring down at the shower floor, unable to think clearly in any manner. This was far too delicious, electrifying in a shattering manner. I was left woozy and warm, the goosebumps consuming every inch of my naked skin.
And I didn’t care what he did or how often he performed the carnal act. My body’s ultimate betrayal. Submission.
I shut out the muddled and irrational thought as he continued, his animalistic growls simply sweet music.