Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  “We’re close,” Xal growls, picking up speed, so we do the same, almost blurring through the streets.

  I’ve barely broken a sweat when we see her, standing in a rogue ray of light shining down on her from the hovers in the sky. She looks like a fucking goddess in a tight black outfit that’s hugging her curves, with her long, dark hair flowing in the breeze. I nearly stumble from her beauty, but quickly right myself.

  As we draw near, my heart stutters. She’s being surrounded. While one male distracts her with a blade, others are creeping up from the dark shadows, ready to grab our mate, touch her, make her theirs if they can. Red-hot fury races through me, my eyes darkening to black and my horns following soon after.

  Vekk this.

  Pointing the end of my tail towards the guy about to reach her back, I fire my venom. It shoots out of the end and connects with the back of his head. His screams of agony echo between the buildings as he drops to his knees, frantically scraping at the back of his head, trying to get the venom off. I smile, knowing it’s chewing through his skin and will soon enter his bones.

  Stupid vekking idiot.

  No one dares to even think about my mate and gets to live.

  The other six Klan members, including Carmen, twist towards us, their eyes widening in surprise. The smell of fear permeates the air when they see who’s caught them.

  That’s right bitches.

  The blade wielding male takes the moment of surprise to lunge at Carmen, who had turned her back on him. She yelps as he yanks her back, presses her ass against his legs, and places the sharp end of his bakket against her throat.

  “Don’t vekking move,” he shouts, pressing the blade deeper into her skin. Carmen’s eyes widen in fear, but she clamps her mouth shut stubbornly. Reaching up, she grabs his arm, digging her human nails into his flesh. A growl releases from my throat when I smell her blood in the air.

  He cut her, nicked her.

  That alone spells his death.

  Kronk is beside me, shaking in anger. His eyes glaze over as the need to destroy overpowers his senses. I can sense Xal and Vrid just behind me, holding still as we decide our next move.

  We would never risk our mate, she is too fragile, even under all that bravado and attitude.

  The other Klan members close in on our mate, and I can see her eyes darting between them then back to us. I catch her gaze and try to send her my confidence, to let her know she will be okay. She gives an almost imperceptible nod, but I can see the worry on her face as her fingers turn white from trying to move the bakket from her neck.

  Her eyes flutter in thought. I can actually see her analysing the situation and discarding ideas until they settle. Her worry quickly melts, and she gives me a knowing look. Releasing her grip from him with one hand, she reaches into her pocket with a slowness I’ve only seen in other warriors. The other Klan mates are too busy touching her, exploring her body, to see what she’s doing. They think she is no threat, they are wrong.

  Rage almost blinds me as one of them gives her chest a squeeze, while another tries to slip his hand inside her tight pants, but she pays them no mind, almost ignoring them.

  “Your mate smells so good,” one of them purrs. “I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells.”

  “I say we find out,” another encourages.

  “Touch her again and you die,” Kronk threatens, his voice dropping an octave. I can feel his barely leashed wrath, and in a moment, that is going to snap and blood will rain from the skies.

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Klan Marix, unless you want to see how much pressure it takes for my blade to sever her neck,” the one holding Carmen taunts. My fists clench and I struggle to regulate my breathing, to force myself to stay in control, when every cell in my body is screaming for me to destroy them.

  But I have to be patient or Carmen might wind up dead in the process.

  “Maybe we should make them watch as we fuck their mate,” a shorter one pipes up. “Force them to watch her take every inch of me inside her human cunt.”

  Xal’s breathing grows rapid behind me. I know neither he nor Kronk will be able to withstand the need to fight much longer, not with them taunting us like this. And the other Klan knows it.

  I take a breath, trying to distract them, when I hear Carmen shout, followed by the howls of the one-eyed male. He drops his blade and grabs at his leg as blood spills out in a gush. With the other Klan now distracted, Carmen is able to twist from their grip, ducking between them and into Vrid’s arms. With our mate now safe, we rush forward, attacking the bastard Klan.

  Pulling my narkket from my back, I slice the head off the one closest to me as Xal stabs another with his tail, paralysing him before beating his face with bloodied fists. Kronk grabs another with his tail, and pulls him towards his body before gripping the fucker’s head in his large hand and crushing his skull. Kronk then rips each limb from his form and tosses the mangled remains behind him as I turn to face off with a snarling male.

  I recognise his face, the scars slashed across his cheek. He ran away during battle in the Great War, leaving his fellow warriors to face an onslaught of aliens on their own.

  He is a coward.

  There is no greater form of disrespect.

  A sneer graces my features as I swirl my blades in tandem, just daring him to make a move. He slices at my face, but I easily bend my body back, almost parallel to the ground, as his blade whisks by my face. I’m good at this, used to this, after years of honing my skills. I’m light on my feet for as big as I am and dance out of the way with ease as he attacks me. I feign a yawn, blocking his advances with one arm while dodging his blade. Fury burns in his eyes when he realises he is outmatched.

  Vekking idiot.

  How dare he even think he could match up with Klan Marix.

  This fight has begun to bore me, so I swirl quickly, slicing his ugly vekking head clean off his body. It rolls over to where Carmen is huddled with Vrid. I worry I might have scared her, but she just looks at me and smiles, a flicker of bloodlust flashing in her eyes. As we watch, she straightens, throwing back her shoulders and lifting her head high—showing us how strong she is, how little she fears us.

  And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on.

  Xal and Kronk are battling the only members left as if they were younglings, so I advance on Carmen, needing to touch her. Taste her lips. I set my eyes on hers, but she flickers her gaze behind me, her light eyes widening.

  “Lookout!” she shouts, as she reaches into Vrid’s belt, lifts his bakket, and flings it over my shoulder. I hear the blade whistle by my ear and turn to follow its path. A squelch sounds as it impales the one-eyed male’s other eye, leaving him a no-eyed male.

  “Take that, fucker!” she yells, hopping up and down in her victory, thrusting her arms back and forth in a...dance? My breath catches at her beauty. Not only is she sexy as all fucking hell, with a naughty little mouth that makes my cock throb, but she also just made her first kill. In fact, she saved me from an attacker when I was too concerned about her to remain aware of my surroundings.

  She’s vekking perfection, balled up into a tiny human female.

  I feel my horns tighten as they darken, my cock throbbing in my pants as my need to take my little warrior becomes overwhelming. But before I can claim her mouth, she slips past us, grabs the knife from her victim’s eye, and attacks the remaining males.

  Vrid and I exchange a look as she stabs one’s back over and over. “How can we even expect to tame a wild animal?” Vrid muses with a grin.

  I smile back. “I don’t know, but I’m going to enjoy trying.”

  21

  Carmen

  “Take this, you handsy motherfucker!” I mutter breathlessly, plunging my stolen blade again and again into the back of my attacker as he spins and bucks, trying to get me off him. I hold on tight, wrapping my legs around him like a monkey. “Yes, bitch,” I yell, when he finally goes down to his knees, blood spewing from his many wou
nds like a juice carton with too many holes poked in it.

  Hopping off as gracefully as I can before he falls face down, I land on nimble feet in the middle of my Klan who are all gaping at me. How do you reset aliens? ‘Cause I think I’m going to need to. I know they are going to be pissed as hell once they get over their shock. To be fair, I didn’t think I would get caught sneaking out, but I’m thankful I did.

  I’m glad they were here to help me, protect me.

  Not that I’ll tell them that, no, the punishment I’m sure to receive for leaving without telling them will be too much fun. I almost shiver at the thought, my pussy turning wet. Grinning at them, I toss my stolen blade—which I’m keeping—in the air and try to catch it, but I misjudge and it lands on the ground sadly. My bottom lip pops out as I stare down at it before scooping it back up and grinning at them again. “Whoops, heavier than I thought,” I tell them, swinging it around like a baton as they watch. All of them stock-still, their mouths open.

  Still grinning, I saunter up to Kronk, uncaring about the blood coating him, and lean into his chest, using it for leverage as I press his mouth shut with a finger. “You’ll catch flies, big guy, then who will lick my pussy?” I taunt, or maybe I’m offering an invitation, I can’t even tell. I’ve discovered watching them fight is a massive turn on. I’d seen them do it on Forsaken mountain and now I’m fucking hooked. It’s like beauty or magic, so effortless, and the bloodshed they leave makes my panties wet and my nipples hard.

  I’m hoping one of them is mad or still so crazed with blood lust that they will throw me against the wall and fuck me like the bad girl I’ve been, but they seem to be going for the ‘I don’t know what the fuck to do’ look like most people have when it comes to me. Kronk rouses himself first, almost shaking it off as his eyes narrow, his tail lashing angrily behind him as he steps closer, towering over me.

  “You are in trouble, little one,” he growls menacingly, his eyes pitch-black, his horns almost vibrating with the sound. Shit, what would it feel like if he growled while he tongue fucked me? Amazing I bet, I need to remember to try it.

  I take a breath to answer when a glint out of the corner of my eye catches my attention, speeding through the air and heading straight for my enraged, unaware mate.

  Fuck that.

  Without thinking, I push my hand out in a stop gesture, like my determination alone will make it stop. Time slows down as it races closer. Kronk’s blood scented breath wafts over my face, his hands reaching for me as the object barrels closer until...thunk.

  White-hot agony sears through me as I blink past the tears blurring my vision and look down. Impaled in my hand is a knife. The tip is sticking through the meaty section of my palm, the handle resting snugly against the other side. Calmly, I lower my hand and look at Kronk. “You were saying?” I ask as he spins, hurling a knife back at the alien who threw it at us. The alien’s screams sound like music to my ears as it embeds in his eye.

  He collapses to his knees, howling as he reaches up with a shaking hand to assess the damage. My Klan, apart from Vrid who rushes to my side, bears down on him, their wide forms blocking the action. All I can hear are the alien’s agonising screams as body parts fly over their tall heads, blood splattering the ground. I crouch down, trying to peer between their legs as Vrid fusses with my hand. If his purple face could go pale, I think this is what it would look like. He panics for a moment before seeming to compose himself. Vrid gently lifts me to my feet and takes my hand, examining the blade as I glance up to see the rest of my Klan rushing back to me, worry written in each line of their hardened faces. Kronk’s nostrils flare like a bull’s as he throws his brothers out of the way to reach me, only when he does, he falters, not knowing where to touch me.

  “Heal her,” he screams at Vrid, as the others crowd around me, creating a protective circle. Ryx’s back lies against mine as he watches out for other threats, Xal meets my eyes with his own and I wink, making him smile slightly as he turns as well, surveying the other way for us.

  “I’m hungry, where can we eat?” I ask in the silence, and all eyes go to me again. “What? A girl can’t be hungry? Geez,” I mutter, as they gape at me once again.

  Vrid shakes his head, poking at the blade and making me hiss. “It’s through and through, no arterial or bone damage. The blade needs to be removed before I can heal you. It will be painful.” He looks up at me then with dread on his face at the thought of causing me any pain. So, me being me, not wanting to see them even more stressed, I tug my hand out of his and before they can protest, I grab the handle with my other hand and yank it out.

  I clamp my teeth shut at the pain, a hiss escaping anyway. “Fucking hell, that hurt worse than the first time I tried anal.”

  “Carmen!” Vrid protests, but it’s already too late. What’s done is done.

  “Little one!” Kronk snaps, and I just hold up the knife, still covered in my blood, with a pained grin covering my face.

  “Can I keep this?” I inquire sweetly, fluttering my lashes. “Does finders keepers work on this planet?”

  Vrid grabs my hand, covers the gaping hole where the blade was, and concentrates on it as I look at Kronk pleadingly. “Pretty please,” I say with a pout, and he finally grins.

  “Yes, you can keep it, little one,” he purrs, then starts to laugh, and before I know it all the others, apart from Vrid, have joined in. At least they aren’t angry anymore.

  A small pinch of pain in my hand has me glancing back down and then at my mate, seeing his tail retreating as his eyes stay locked on my wound. As we both watch, the muscle and skin knit back together, and in mere seconds my hand is as good as new. Not even a scab or a pink scar remains. He lets go of my hand, looking satisfied, and I lift it into the air, wiggling my fingers.

  “Now that’s handy,” I quip and look at him. “Get it? Handy?”

  They glance at each other with confused expressions. Wow, my humour is lost on them sometimes.

  “I really am hungry,” I reiterate, and Kronk snorts.

  A whining sound comes from beyond my circle of mates. Vrid stays by my side, his eyes turning outwards to search for threats as the others converge on the alien who made the noise. While they are focused on something other than me for once, I stick the knife in my belt. It’s mine now, I’m totally keeping it.

  My precious.

  I look back to see Xal dragging a blood-covered alien over to me. I recognise him as one of my attackers. He’s still alive, but he’s missing an arm. Kronk smashes his fist down onto the alien’s shoulder, causing the wounded male to shriek out in pain as he falls to his knees in front of me. My mates spread out behind him, a formidable wall of warriors. The blood on their bodies glistens in the moonlight and their dark eyes are fixed on me. Just the sight of them—pure muscle and strength—makes my pussy clench with excitement.

  “He’s yours, little one, you proved yourself worthy tonight and made your first kill, make your second and the bakket is yours to keep,” Kronk instructs, kicking the alien closer to me.

  “Really?” I ask, and they all nod. Ryx winks at me, Xal stares, and Vrid smiles encouragingly. “That’s so sweet, bringing me my attacker to kill, you guys really are romantics,” I coo, tearing up a little at their thoughtfulness.

  Kronk grins at me then, flashing fang. I pull the...bakket from my belt and eye the alien on his knees. I should say something, something cool and dangerous, but all that comes to mind is…

  “Eat shit, alien prick,” I yell dramatically, and then slice the bakket across the dude’s neck. I’m not used to these weapons, so I’m surprised when it decapitates the alien so easily. The head rolls off his shoulders and hits Vrid’s feet, who then kicks it away like a ball, causing it to splatter all over the wall.

  I gaze down at the blade in awe. “Cool,” I whisper, stroking the non-serrated edge lovingly. “I shall call you killer and I will get another and call it motherfucker, and together you will be motherfucker killer.”

  Putt
ing the bakket back into my belt, I perk up as I stare at my mates. “Let’s eat!” I declare loudly, before my eyes land on what looks like an axe in Xal’s hand. Instead of the traditional two blades, it has four, like a clover, and they look deadly as hell.

  “Oh shit, can I have one of those?” I question, my eyes widening as I almost clap in glee.

  They laugh again as Kronk covers the distance between us and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass hard as he does and making me suck in a gasp. “Let’s eat some food, little one, then afterwards, maybe I will eat you.”

  22

  Kronk

  I prowl to the center of the city, following the smells of cooking food and sounds of other Totiv, my little mate still thrown over my shoulder and wiggling. I slap her ass again and she moans, the smell of her arousal growing stronger around me, making me growl. She stops trying to get down and instead explores my back with her hands. I shiver from her soft touch until suddenly, she drags her nails down my back, making my steps falter and causing me to growl again.

  Grabbing her waist, I drop her to the ground in front of me and the little human has the audacity to smile sweetly up at me. I narrow my eyes on her. “Behave, little one, or I will vekk you right here,” I warn. At that her eyes light up, her grin turning evil.

  “Will you?” she challenges all dreamily, making me rumble once more...but then she growls. More exactly, her stomach does, and she sighs. “Food first, then cock.” She nods to herself, counting out two fingers like a fucking checklist. Decision made, she skips forward, grabbing my left hand. She twines her fingers with mine, making me look down with a frown.

  “Come on, big guy, feed me,” she whines, tugging at my hand but not getting me to budge until Xal pushes me forward.