Worlds Apart 2: Hunter's Revenge

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by Bonnie Rose Leigh


  “The suit I can stand,” she said with a grin. “It’s the underhanded pressure you’re using you big jerk,” she said with a giggle as he slipped his hand between her legs. Their suits turned from orange to crimson and Hunter cupped the cheek of her ass, drawing her closer against him.

  “Give up?” He breathed against her ear. “Have you given much thought to how all this anticipation is going to affect us when we do finally remove them? What it’s going to feel like with my cock pressed into your tight pussy? How will it feel, moya? Think about it.” He pulled her closer, moved them until her back was pressed against the wall and her front against him. All of him. The bulge of his shaft pressed against the lower half of her stomach and she almost gave in. Almost.

  “No,” she nearly panted. “You give in. Tell me how much you want me. Tell me how long you’ve already waited for me. Tell me you need to bury yourself inside me or you’ll die.”

  “I will die, moya. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep in your tight little cunt. I need to feel the cream slide from your channel and coat my shaft as I slide into you.” He pressed his face tight against the mask. “Wrap your legs around me and we’ll give in at the same time, moya. It will end both our suffering. The suits will disappear and we’ll soon be allowed to wallow in each other’s touch.”

  As soon as Amy wrapped her legs around his waist, the suits melded into their bodies. Hunter slid his cock into her already streaming channel and their mouths couldn’t find each other fast enough. They both groaned when he pulled out and slammed into her. His cock teased her to the point of pain. It had grown beyond that of the usual male mating heat. If she wasn’t already pregnant, she would become so this night. His seed, so potent from the waiting would quickly find her ripened ovum and her belly would soon grow round with his cub.

  Her eyes widened at his size, as she screamed her first orgasm, surprised at the speed and strength in which she’d reached her peak. Pulling his mouth from hers, he laved her nipples, suckling and biting, causing the pleasure pain of a true Chantrean mating as he slammed her against the wall with each thrust. Finally, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, marking her as his mate.

  Her incisors elongated and she did the same. Sinking her teeth into the strong muscles of his shoulder, she held him to her. He climaxed, emptying his essence into her tight channel, and bathing her womb with his powerful seed.

  Exhausted, Hunter carried her back to their bed and laid them both on the soft covering, too tired to even pull the blankets over them. Pulling her into his arms, they fell into a deep, exhausted slumber with the words, “I love you,” on both their lips.

  * * * *

  Aboard the Manruvian Warship Victory… a half-day behind the Black Rose’s Transport Ship, Subjugator

  Mikel glanced through transomani at the planet below, his hands fisted at his sides. He tried to be as gentle with Maryann as he could, under the circumstances. “The planet is devoid of life. Either they have left no survivors or they have taken everyone and moved to another planet. Do we waste our time looking for the bodies of the dead, or worry about the living?”

  He knew her people had strange customs and in his state, he could barely think, let alone make informed decisions. He needed to get away from her but the blasted woman followed him everywhere bitching about their situation. Did she want him to force himself on her? Was that it? Did she want the choice taken from her so she could cry abuse in the end?

  He turned around, his suit a blazing red and faced his mate. She had her arms crossed, her face turned away from him so he couldn’t see her expression. Too bad. This time he’d have his say, whether she looked him in the eye or not. “I will leave this room once again, Maryann, because I know you think it is my fault we are in this situation and you are angry that your body is making demands upon you that you do not like. But I warn you—One. Last. Time.” He turned to face the door. “If you follow me again, I will not be held responsible for my actions. If you follow me from this room and into my quarters, I will take it as your consent to start my seduction. And if you think your suit is painful now, wait until I begin to touch you.”

  With that, he turned and left his mate to her thoughts.

  About the Author

  Hi there. My name is Bonnie Rose Leigh and I've been writing since I was just a tyke. I live in a small town in Upstate, New York and spend most of my time on the computer either writing, or visiting with my friends. If I'm not busy on the computer, I spend my free time reading. It doesn't matter what genre the book is either, though I am partial to romance novels. If I'm not in my office, I can be found sprawled in a chair with a book clutched in my hand and a cup of cocoa sitting nearby.

  You can find me online at:

  http://www.mybonnierose.net

 

 

 


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