"Yes.” Thrust. “Sir."
Mount. Thrust. A heavy moan.
His hands tighten until I can't breathe. I can feel my face turn red. "You love the big bad wolf."
It's not a question. It's a statement, and I own it.
I’m choking, and it feels so fucking good. "Yes, yes, yes, sir."
He moves his hand and allows me air again. Towering over me, he forces himself out of my pussy.
Quickly, he comes to my aid, gently stroking my cheek as he lay by my side.
"It's okay," he whispers. "Can you breathe?"
I've never been fucked like this before. I inhale as much oxygen as I can get. Saliva falls from my lips.
The adrenaline hits hard, and a feeling of frenzied ecstasy sends me reeling. "I want more," I growl. "Give it all to me."
He rolls my hair into a pony and takes me from behind. His massive alien hands pull me upright as he mounts and tears me apart.
"Oh, yes," he grunts.
The pain subsides. It starts to feel good. No, not “good,” it feels fucking incredible.
I grind my hips back and growl. I let go of all my inhibitions. All the training I experienced in boot camp goes out the window.
I become savage, alien, and true to my nature. On the outside, I am human, but I was made to take his fuck.
I was born to find him and accept his seed.
He spins me around and cements me to his side. Hugging around my breasts, he thrusts deep and longingly. Each push comes with his growls. His tongue winds around the curves of my ear and neck.
"This. Pussy. Is. Mine," he rumbles.
"Ax. Take it."
As I watch his dark eyes close, I push back with my hips. I gyrate and close my hole over him. His hands tighten, and he fucks me faster and deeper than ever.
"I will seed you," he grunts. "You will carry a part of my soul forever."
He glides his thumb into my mouth and holds me. "Give me your hot seed," I moan.
His cock seizes, and his testicles scrunch and harden. His shaft bounces inside me until there's a lull in his breathing.
"Coming," he growls. "Deep in you."
His head grows against my g-spot. "It feels… incredible," I moan.
This is instinct, was how nature intended us to be.
I can feel his warm seed spill from him as he thrusts deep inside my pussy. I push my ass back and accept more of his deposit, even as he lurches away.
He drags his hand across the top of my back, latching his nails against my skin. My body clenches as he draws blood. "Ouch," I say.
"You are mine," he says.
"Yours, forever."
I roll onto my back and keep my legs over my head. Gently, he comes back to me, laying by my side. My eyes reveal how much his fuck took out of me.
He holds me. "I will keep you safe and close," he says.
He is so tender and sweet, and he massages me without my asking. "Even if they find us?" I ask.
He nudges his nose into the curve of my neck. "Nobody's finding anybody. I'll think of a way we can be together. I'll find a way out."
It is a stark contrast from his comments earlier. It helps me to understand that he's here for me, but I wonder how much he can keep to his word.
He is unlike any alien I have ever come across. He's strong and courageous. And where he has wronged, he has chosen not to linger.
He moves his hips behind me, sliding his hands over my belly. A life might be growing inside me now. No matter how difficult this situation is, I know he'll be there for me. I just wish he'd admit that we will eventually need some help.
The truth hits hard. If we want a real life together, we can't stay here. We need to get off this planet. Most of all, we need assistance.
There might be someone I know that can help us. Someone like Clara. If anyone knows a way off this rock, it will be her.
"I believe in you," I say.
He closes his eyes and kisses my neck before exhaling, exhausted. I can’t stop staring at my radio on his work desk.
I have a plan. If he wakes, I'll be punished.
Hopefully that comes with double the spankings.
Ax
She is my treasure. A piece of gold I keep tucked away in the darkness. In a place where they won’t find her. She is the only one I’ll ever take, ever truly own.
If the bastards find us, I’ll lose everything.
But I won’t let it happen.
Waking up with Anna hugging my chest is more than just a blessing. She's got a womb full of my seed and a heart that's ready and open for me. It’s a goddamn miracle.
Human women are beautiful, curious creatures. More often than not, they are faithful and kind beings that crave emotional bonding and support. Earth's men do not understand their ways, but I do.
I take care of her. Every single day, I wake for her. I have come to know her unlike any other man, alpha, or beast. I have watched the future mother of my child grow.
That changes an alien.
Anna barely opens her eyes as I mount her again. I fuck and expel the last bit of my seed. I can't hold back anymore. Now that she is healthy and obedient, it feels like a door has been opened. I feel like I could live like this forever.
She giggles and traces the swell of my abdomen muscles. Her finger stops near my heart. "You're insatiable," she says.
"Sometimes it's hard for me to accept I really have you," I say.
She lays her palm flat. "Nothing can come between us," she says.
That has become our little mantra. If we keep repeating it, it might come true. That’s what connection does to people. It creates a bubble of positivity. But how long until that bubble bursts?
She eyes me nervously as I stand. Sluggishly, I kiss her forehead. "We can't stay here for much longer," I say.
Glancing down, she picks at her mattress, pulling out a thin sliver of hay. "I had a feeling you'd say that again," she pouts.
There's nothing I hate more than letting her down, but I can’t lie to her. It's the truth. We need to keep moving.
When I first took her in that jungle, I couldn't let her get bought by a heartless alpha. I thought I could buy her, breed her, and maybe even let her go after my kin was born. A simple task. That would have been the right thing to do, but I never do the right thing.
Her healing was more difficult than I thought it would be. It took her weeks to fully trust me. Now that we’ve bonded, her pregnancy will only complicate our situation. I knew how much would be stacked against us, but the more time that passes, the more I feel caged.
Maybe the Earth Federation is right. Maybe I am an animal meant to be corralled and subjugated to their torment. Maybe I am a savage.
I lift her into my arms. "We need to find a planet that will accept us," I say.
"Then we have to be smart about how we travel," she says, climbing off of me.
Anna is still dripping as I slap her ass. “You got a plan?” I ask.
She rubs the red print on her cheek and sucks in a quick breath. "I've been thinking a lot about this. I always have a plan,” she says.
"Will I like what you're about to tell me?" I ask.
She bites her lip and shrugs. "Probably not," she says.
I use the ladder to climb out of the water reservoir. She follows close behind. "Not going to lie. I'm starting to miss the days you wore a leash. You were much easier to control."
When she laughs, her nose scrunches. Her cheeks turn flush. It’s hard not to fall in love with this woman. I only want to enjoy her. "There will be plenty of leash-pulling later," she says.
I step out of the reservoir and help her onto the dirt next. "What's your idea?"
"Clara can help us. She has access to flight manifests, clearances, you name it. She can get us a starship. We could get off this planet," I say.
He abruptly turns around and starts walking toward his shed. "Your Earth Federation buddy? Nope. Not going to happen."
She tugs against my shoulder. "Ax, you've fucked me o
ver sixty-five times in the last week alone. I'm pregnant. It's time to weigh our options. Do you have any friends to call?"
I chuckle. Everyone who knows me probably wants me dead so they can get the bounty money. "Friends? It's sweet to assume I've ever had any friends."
"I'm making a point," she says.
I knock open the door with the heel of my boot and wander toward my work desk. I start to pick up some loose cables. Anything to keep my mind occupied because her idea is really pissing me off.
"Go ahead. What's your point?" I finally ask.
Anna huffs loudly, and it reminds me of when I first brought her here. "She's all we got,” she says.
"She's one of them," I say.
"Yes, but she is reasonable. I've known her since childhood. She can be a bitch, but she wouldn't do anything to get me killed," she says.
"Right. She will just try to kill me instead," I say.
She bends over the mattress on the floor, wags her ass like it’s a carrot to a hare. “Please?”
Normally, the teasing works. I'm not in the mood.
"Let me show you something," I tell her.
I motion for her to get up and follow me into the kitchen. I step around the counter and reach above to where a small vent is attached on the wall. Quickly, I unscrew the cover and toss it aside. I reach in and pull out a small black box.
She steps back as I blow the dust off. "What is it?" she asks.
Carefully, I open the top, revealing a few loose artifacts and some photographs. I first pick up a gold dagger and unsheathe it.
Holding it, the light reflects. I tell her, "This is the sharpest blade on the planet made from the finest steal this world offers."
I flip it into the air and catch it, remembering the days when my older brother used to challenge me to duels. The bastard always won, and I'd end up with a bloody appendage.
I hold back a tear as I remember my family. My tribe. All of what used to be. Crying does nothing to bring back the dead.
"It's beautiful," she says. "May I hold it?"
I pause. With this blade, she could easily kill me and call her friend to pick her up. I should trust her, but it's hard to relinquish control.
Reluctantly, I hand it to her. She does not turn on me. "This was my tribal blade, given to me when I turned six," I say.
Growing up, Earth had replaced our leaders. Soon after, they divided our land, created fictional borders, while claiming the most fertile regions as their own. Armed struggle was everywhere you looked, but the area I grew up in was poor, and we had nothing to fight with. Nothing except our hearts.
We had everything to lose and nothing to gain, but we fought anyway.
Our elders resisted Earth Federation’s treaties. We hid in our jungle homes and trained for the day of our reckoning.
Her eyes widen. "Six years old?"
"We had a great enemy to protect ourselves against," I say.
Meaning, her ancestors. Humans. To us, they were devils. I killed many devils with that blade.
"Oh."
Carefully, I take the blade back. I sheath it and point to the circular insignia on the butt of the blade. It is in the shape of a Harka, a reptilian with wings. "I am from Elysa. The jungles that you patrol. Before my tribe's eradication, this was our badge of armor. The military has something like this, yes?"
She looks at the blade. "We slaughtered your people," she says. "I should have known."
They killed all of us. All of us, except me. Strangely, I survived.
"This is the bond we both share. Our connection. It is the ugliness that slowly blackens our hearts," I say.
I grab a small folder of old photographs. It's been years since I looked at this stuff. It's miraculous it even survived. In this first picture, I stand as a boy near our small home.
We used to sit and tell stories together. It was an open community, a place where you could be yourself.
That's not to say that this was a time of purity. The elders raised us with strong caution. I try to explain what it was like, but I fear she won't be able to understand the other side of the coin.
"Earth’s invasion had been going on for more than a century. Little by little, they’d claim small victories. Death was always in the back of our minds like worms rising from the ground after rain.
“During dinner, we would watch the bombs fall over the eastern province of Ruyka, where the most elaborate cities and trade routes turned into ruins. Next, Earth Federation made a deal with the Gerkis aliens.
“Together, they allowed the Red Sands to prosper as a two state province. We were supposed to be the next target. All the reports said that Earth Federation would push us out of hiding. The youngest alphas thought we should stay and accept the military in peace. To submit to their ugliness. They thought Earth would welcome and integrate them into society. Of course, Earth Federation didn’t want any of that. The soldiers craved blood."
I flip to another picture. It's my brother. He's holding a Kayenpa horn, one that he cut off himself after graduating into adulthood. He would have been a father; the finest one this planet had ever seen.
She grabs my hand and laces her fingers through mine. "There was a split in the debate. The chieftain elders called for war. Out of all the others, we could be the tribe to hold them back. We wouldn't have to forfeit like the Gerkis. Our land differed from the Red Sands. We had dense swamps surrounding us. Large trees acted as protection. Nature was on our side," I say. "None of it helped. They torched the place. They tied and dragged the women to the center of town. They killed them all. Killed my brother and his mate. Killed the only friends I ever knew. Do you want to know the worst part?" I ask, immediately regretting it.
She sits in silence as the night comes back to me. I have no idea how she feels, but her eyes dart away. Does she pity me?
I remember wading in the swamps, watching the flames swallow our homes. I remember drifting away, slowly spinning, like all of it was some terrible nightmare. In shock from Earth Federation’s brutality, I fled for safety, but they caught me on the other side of the bank.
"They beat me and tied me to a tree. Scarred my face and chest with the burning metal of their knives. And my torture ceased to bring them more laughter, their cruelty increased. They stabbed me twice and left me to die," I say.
"You survived," she whispers, as if it's a good thing.
"Most of me. But I bottled up that anger and let it swell inside of me," I say. "The Syndicate found me. They took me in as their own. They taught me how to kill. Taught me how to be ruthless. And when I was old enough, I took my tribe's blade and killed every soldier that came in my path. I made sure everyone knew my name."
Now, they want to repeat history.
She looks away as a tear rolls down her cheek. I don't want to cause her any alarm. That's not why I'm telling her this. I want her to understand how life can turn into a tragedy. She needs to know how high the stakes can get. We are up against two empires.
I'm hoping I can turn us into a happy ending.
"It's better that it's over. I'm just tired of the guilt. Tired of worrying who might kill me next," I growl. "I'm tired of being shut out of existence like I'm a third-class citizen. I'm tired of Earth controlling our breeding patterns and mating rituals. They forced me into a life of hell, and so I lived with fire in my eyes. Forgive me if I can’t trust your friend, but it is not so easy to trust in humanity."
I let her look through the photographs before shutting them back in the box.
She leans her head against my shoulder, kisses me tenderly, and looks up to let me know that she's here with me. She doesn't know what to say, but that's not my expectation.
She promptly stands and attempts to pull me up. "Come on. I have an idea," she says.
Before I can stand, she steals the box from my hands and runs out of the shack. She shouts, "Bring lighter fluid. Lots and lots of lighter fluid!"
"Okay..."
I grab a torch and some fluid. There is no b
reeze, and the way the light filters through the clouds is mesmerizing. As I walk, I marvel at the purple sand and the way it shapes the surrounding rocks. How could I ever leave this place?
She is sitting in the entrance of a nearby cave, using her heels to form a small pit. She lines a few rocks around the edge and places the photographs inside.
"Lighter fluid," she says.
"You're acting crazy," I say.
"Burn the past. Move forward," she says.
I shift back a little and look at that photograph of my brother. I am alpha, but it’s still so hard to let go of what I saw. Burn all of my memories?
"If I do, will it make your conscience feel better?" I ask.
She sighs. "Ax, there's nothing I can do or say to right the wrongs of the past, but for our sake, we need to move on," she says. “Both of us. My past included.”
"Maybe you're right." I glance at the old photographs. None of them bring me any solace. They are just moments of tragedy.
"There are two things we need to do," she says. "Number one, we make an oath to get to a habitable planet. Two, we free the women in that facility."
She's right. These are memories I need to leave behind. Revenge has gotten me nowhere. I can never change what happened to my people, but I can make sure those women get a chance at freedom.
I spray the lighter fluid across the photographs. I light the torch and watch as the flames rise near my face. The photographs bend and crest, eventually dissolving into a small pile of embers.
She grabs a handful of dust and slowly lets it fall over the flames. I do the same until it goes out.
The skullcap mountains loom in the distance. Over their rocks is the Red Sands, the inhospitable desert of traitors. At least we'll never have to go there.
"Do you feel better?" she asks.
I don't know what I feel but I'm so attracted to her I would do anything to have a real life with her.
The morning light hits the edge of the cave and I'm forced to look above the horizon where the moon once sat. There are other worlds waiting for us. It's just a matter of getting there.
I swing her into my arms and carry her inside. Out of my arms, she drops back on the mattress, begging for another fuck before the afternoon sets in.
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