by Lily Thomas
The crowd erupted into laughter and she scowled. They were probably laughing at the image she was presenting, but she could only run fast if her breasts weren’t smacking her in the face!
Risking a glance behind her, she saw Raever stabbing its legs with his sword attempting to get the attention of the pig directed at him instead of her. The alien pig swiveled around and began charge Raever. Its tusk caught Raever under the leg and flipped him, causing him to sail through the air. He was just a blue blip flying through the air.
She reacted without even thinking. Sprinting over she thrust her spear into the creature’s leg. She didn’t need the alien pig trying to stamp him to death with its hooves while he was recovering from his fall.
The leg kicked out, missing her by inches, but she lost her spear which was still stuck in the side of its leg.
“Move!” Raever yelled at her. He was already on his feet sprinting towards the creature.
Evelyn backed away, not wanting to get too close. She wasn’t sure if she’d bought him time or not, but at least she’d tried. She didn’t want to see him get crushed under one of those large hooves.
Raever’s muscles bunched as he launched himself onto the massive creature, joining Demard on top of the creatures back. Both of them began hammering the creature with their weapons, but they were having a hell of a time with the apparently thick skin.
The beast gave a bellow that shook the entire arena, and a couple screams grabbed her attention. She turned slightly to watch in horror as a few of the audience members fell into the arena from the stands.
She wasn’t the only one to notice the new additions to the arena. The alien pig noticed and began charging straight for the screaming audience members who were now a part of the arena.
“Raever!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. She wasn’t sure what she expected him to do, but she hoped he could do something. These people might be paying to watch a blood sport but she still didn’t want them becoming causalities of the arena.
But he didn’t hear her over the huffing of the large beast.
Her hands rose to her face in case she had to cover her eyes. The alien pig was almost on top of them, and her hands slowly crept up her face, ready to block her view in a moment’s notice.
Raever swung around the front of the creature, hanging onto the razor like fur, and began sawing at the creature’s neck while he clung on for dear life. They were feet away, the spectators appeared to be frozen in their tracks, eyes wide, minds not working as terror froze them to the spot.
She knew they’d never thought they might be in danger by attending the arena fights as a spectator. In some ways, she didn’t pity them, because they were paying to watch a blood sport, but at the same time they were just as innocent as her. It wasn’t like they knew what the Frirens were doing.
Before the ginormous pig could plow into them it slammed into the ground with force, shaking the ground under her and burying Raever under a pile of dead weight.
Chapter 7
Evelyn let out a piercing scream. If she wanted to live, she would need him by her side. A Vrak’rir would always make sure to keep his mate safe. She couldn’t have him die on her.
As she began to sprint over, the pig started to shift, huffing and puffing, so she backed off.
Demard rushed forward to lift the pig’s neck to see what he could do to help Raever, not afraid of the death twitches the alien pig was experiencing.
A humming sound drew her attention and she turned and watched as the Friren’s sent a shuttle to rescue their spectators from the arena. About time in her mind. They clearly didn’t think much of their spectators lives either because she was sure they had the ability to take the beast down.
Then she turned her attention back to the pig thing that was squealing up a storm as Demard hacked at the still live creature’s neck until he hit an artery and the blood spurted out in a fountain of blood.
“How is Raever?” She whispered in horror but wasn’t sure Demard could even hear her. She didn’t want to get any closer in case Raever had been crushed by the weight of the dead alien pig on top of him. She just wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of hit. She’d just met him, but she had had sex with him.
“He’s fine.” Demard announced with a grunt. “I just need to get this beast off of him.”
She could hear the hum of the shuttle as they finished pulling their spectators out of the arena, but she didn’t spare them even the smallest glance. All she cared about was Raever.
“Can I do something?” She approached slowly, not sure she wanted to see what state he was in. Just because he was alive didn’t mean he couldn’t be about to die from any mortal wounds he may have sustained.
Demard grunted as he eased the neck of the alien pig thing off of Raever who crawled out from under the neck.
“Are you ok?” She leapt forward falling to her knees beside him, pulling his head to her chest, tuning out the crowd who were roaring their excitement over both the successful rescue of the audience and of the rescue of Raever.
“Were you scared for my safety?” He smiled like an idiot and she had the urge to smack that smile from his face.
“Yes!” Evelyn cried out instead.
“Well, don’t move because I think I might have a broken bone.”
“Oh.” She froze until she realized he was rubbing his cheek up against her breasts. “You’re perfectly fine!” She pushed his head away as she laughed. In a more serious tone, “You saved the audience members.”
“I knew you’d want me to save those members of the audience.”
She punched his chest. “Damn you!”
“You aren’t pleased?” His eyebrows nearly jumped off his forehead in surprise.
“I am, but did you have to scare the shit out of me?” She wanted them saved, but she wasn’t sure she wanted them saved over his life. They weren’t the ones keeping her alive in the arena. He was.
His onyx eyes bored into her. “I’m sorry for the concern I’ve caused you. I was only trying to do something to prove my worth as your mate.”
She took in a steadying breath, and she could feel her eyes grow moist, so she blinked them away before she cried in front of him and a crowded arena.
“There’s no need to cry over me.” He rose a hand to her face and gently caressed her jawline.
“I’m not crying over you!” She denied. “I’m crying because you’re my only way out of here and you almost killed yourself!”
His mouth fell in a flat line. Then he got up to his feet and stared down at her. “Here I thought you might be worried about me.”
“I…” She wasn’t sure how she felt about him. “It’s too soon to know what is here.” She pointed between them. “We’ve barely had time to know each other.”
“I still have plenty of time to show you want is here.” He pointed between them. “I won’t give up easily.”
Evelyn tossed him a smile. “I would be insulted if you just gave up after claiming I was your long-awaited mate.”
He held out a hand and she skimmed over his claw tipped hand, that lovely claw tipped hand. She placed hers in his and he helped her to her feet.
“Next time you feel inclined to save someone make sure you aren’t about to kill yourself to do it. I value your life over that of some strangers.”
He nodded his shoulder length black hair swinging forward over his shoulders. She gazed at him, star struck again. Those small braids at the side of his face made him look like a dream warrior.
Demard came over to stand beside them, as the crowd cheered wildly. Not only had they gotten an awesome show, they had even gotten to watch a few spectators fall into the arena for a little extra excitement.
“The Vrak’rir are our winners for today! Next time we’ll be sure to get them a better challenge!” The speaker promised the crowd. He wanted to get the spectators coming back with the promise of even more blood and gore, and by their enthusiastic reaction he had them hooked.
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sp; “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She looked Raever over and grimaced. He was covered in blood from the alien pig. She glanced down at where she’d pulled him into her lap and saw the pig blood smeared all over her clothing. “I want to get you cleaned up in case some of this blood is yours. Did you break anything when the pig tossed you in the air?”
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t ask how I might be.” Demard huffed, his blue lips stuck out in a small pout as he pulled up beside them.
She grabbed his arm with her hands, “Sorry. Are you doing alright?”
“I am.”
“Good.” She let go of him and took Raever’s hand as they walked back to their gate. “I’m just glad it’s over and no one, other than the alien creature, was killed.”
Poor thing. It was just another victim of the arena, and she felt anger bubbling up under her skin. When she got out, and she would, she was going to rain hell down on these Frirens. They weren’t scaring her away from reporting this to the public!
As they entered their barracks, Raever leaned in. “Time for us to take a shower and have a little fun.” He wiggled his black eyebrows.
She couldn’t help the smile spreading over her face. Vrak’rir were the only species that could be so carefree even with death breathing down their necks and she was thankful for that. It made it feel like she could still get out of here alive.
They left Demard to do his own thing and went in search of the shower rooms. Raever picked one of them, ushered her in, and then locked the door behind him.
He dove straight for her, but she held up her hands as her nose scrunched up. “You clean up first.” She pointed to all the blood on his blue skin and clothing.
“You get in the shower and I’ll grab us some new clothing.” He spanked her ass, and she tossed him a grin before he left the room to go get fresh clothing.
Quickly, she stripped off her clothes. Once he was clean she planned on jumping his ass. They may not agree on everything but when did a couple always see eye to eye? And she was living on borrowed time. She’d best enjoy as much as she could.
She dove into the shower, turned it on and was shocked when water flowed out. It wasn’t uncommon, but most people used light to clean these days, not water, but she loved the tactile contact of the rushing water on her skin.
She heard the door open and close and she peered around the edge making sure it was Raever coming inside the shower room and not some stranger. Relief filled her when she saw him laying some clothes on a bench.
He turned and tossed a smile at her as his eyes skimmed over her naked form in the shower. “I wasn’t sure what size you were, so please don’t be offended by the size I brought. I figure too big was better than too small.”
“That’s fine.” She wasn’t the type to tease or hold it against him, not after she almost lost him today. Her heart sputtered in her chest at the thought of what almost happened.
Raever began stripping off his clothes and her mind fogged over with her arousal. He was going to be pleasuring her, she had no doubt in her mind.
Her legs trembled with need as his shirt hit the floor and his expanse of muscles were exposed to her eager gaze. It astonished her how easily her body responded to him and the thought of him caressing her with passionate hands. It also scared her a bit, because she was losing herself so easily to him.
Then his pants slipped down his well-toned thighs and she nearly melted in a puddle of heat as his cock sprung free. She gulped and her heart fluttered in her chest. Call her crazy but she still feared him a little despite her overwhelming desire. He was a predator, and she… well, she wasn’t.
He glanced up as he flung the last of his clothing away and then slowly, like the predator he was, prowled towards the shower, and she, like prey, back up until she bumped into the shower wall, the spray of water the only thing between them.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.” She gulped again. The last time they’d been intimate they’d been like two crazed animals just wanting to claim each other. Now though she was a bit more reasonable and she was able to grasp the fact that she was mated to a Vrak’rir. It wasn’t some dream, it was real life.
He ducked under the stream of water, reached past her, she heard a mechanical sound, he brought back his hand and began soaping himself up. His hands rubbed over his chest, littered with black markings, down each of his arms, and then he washed over his abs. The blood that’d been on him washed off and swirled down the drain in the shower.
Ever so slowly his hands dipped down to his cock and she gazed on as he stroked his hand up and down his length.
“Would you like to do this for me?” He asked.
“Yes.” She walked forward and grasped his cock in her hand. It was warm and throbbed as she began to stroke up and down.
He groaned. “I’ve dreamed of this day for such a long time.”
He sounded like her. She might not have the same mate hood, but she’d been dreaming of the day a Vrak’rir would claim her as his and only his. She’d never have to worry about another horrible date with some middle-aged man who had no life.
His eyelids slid closed and she grew more confident with her movements.
She noticed him clenching his hands at his side, resisting something, maybe the need to reach out and touch her? Her pussy ached at the very idea.
Without stopping the movement of her hands, she bent down on her knees and glanced up to see the stream of water shooting over and past Raever’s head. His eyes opened and he glanced down at her as she licked around the crown of his head as she continued to stroke him with her hand.
She continued to gaze up at him with her eyes watching little water droplets run down his face. They even rolled over his shoulder and down his chiseled chest.
He was perfect. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of in her fantasy Vrak’rir. And now she was in control. His eyes slid closed again as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, her hand still pumping his length.
His sweet cum leaked out of his tip, and she sucked on him harder. She wanted more of it.
Evelyn felt like she was going to burst into a raging fire. Her pussy was so wet and aching with her need, but right now she wanted to focus on him and drive him crazy, maybe even make him cum in her mouth again.
His eyes opened again, completely consumed by hunger. A hunger for her. Her chest swelled in delight.
“I want to be inside you.” He grabbed her shoulders and brought her up to her feet. “Today has reminded me that life can be short in the arena, and I want to spend every moment I can with you.”
“You don’t need to explain it to me.” Evelyn was in complete agreement with him.
He pressed her up against the wall and took her lips. It wasn’t loving, it was just pure desire and the thrill of life.
“I want you inside me.” She purred.
His hand briefly went between her legs and slipped between her pussy lips. “You’re wet for me.” He said satisfied.
Raever pushed her up against the smooth metal wall behind her. His cock slid home in one swift movement, stretching her wide. Her head rolled to the side and she moaned as he thrust deep, all the way to the hilt. Then he began to move her up and down his long length.
Evelyn wrapped her legs around him and dug into the top of this thighs where his legs met his firm buttocks. It gave her enough leverage to meet his every thrust into her.
Her back arched her body in complete control of her every move. It was all instinct now.
“You’re beautiful.” He said between his thrust into her pussy.
Her mouth opened on a moan. Her breasts bounced wildly, and the movement turned her own. She loved feeling the weight of her breasts.
Her pussy began to clench around him as she grew closer. “It feels so good!” She bit down on her lip wanting to postpone her climax for a little longer. She loved having his cock inside of her.
Raever’s hands changed from her waist down to her buttocks. The
tips of his black claws dug into her flesh. It was painful but sent her reeling into oblivion. She loved it as he used his grip on her buttocks to slam her down on him, his balls bouncing and smacking against her pussy.
“I think I’m going to cum!”
“Cum for me, Evelyn.” He growled in her ear his long hair brushing the side of her face.
“Oh yes!” She screamed. “I’m coming!”
Her eyes slid shut as she shuddered around his ever-pounding cock. Her pussy clamped down around his cock coaxing out his cum. Then he began to shudder as she felt his hot seed spurt into her.
She sighed in pleasure as her head rolled to the side. Bliss spread throughout her body as they both finished.
Gently, he let her down to the ground.
Raever ran a couple of his claws across her face, caressing her with the backs of his claws. He rubbed his still hard cock against her thigh, the evidence of their lovemaking still covering his cock.
He thought he might die today, but all he’d been thinking about was her. He wasn’t sure she would be able to deal with his death. There was already something there lurking behind her beautiful sea green eyes.
Slipping a claw under her chin he tilted her head back and looked into her eyes. There it was. There was something sad lurking back there and he wanted nothing more than to ask her about it but didn’t want to ruin their perfect moment in the shower. He would ask when he thought it was time or let her talk to him when she was ready.
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. Pleasing you is my new job.” He grinned. He’d rarely had a reason to smile here in the arena and it felt good.
“We should continue washing.” She turned around and he was presented with a great view of her ass.
Mmmm. He resisted the urge to reach out and squeeze one of those delicious orbs.
She turned back around with some soap in her hand. “Time to wash your hair.”
“I’m afraid you aren’t tall enough to reach.”
“That’s why you’ll go grab one of those small benches and bring it in here in the shower.”