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Well, shit. This whole time I’ve felt some sort of weird connection to him, and he can’t even understand what I’m saying. What a let-down.

Before I can decide what to say, a piercing foghorn roar echoes through the trees. Tremors run through me as I realize that whatever it is sounds exactly like the dead not-a-t-rex and based on the crashing noises that seem to be growing louder, it’s on the move and getting closer.

There’s another one coming. A crash and another almost identical roar echoes from behind me. Oh shit, there’s two.

My stomach sinks as I look up at Draggar. His eyes are focused on the dense thicket of trees directly behind me as his pointed ears rapidly twitch. Then, he moves so quickly I don’t have time to react. He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, and we’re off, racing through the jungle.

My head hangs down his back, and I can see the ground rush by me in a dizzying blur. My hands grip the waist of his loincloth to try to stabilize myself and keep me from bouncing around as he runs faster than any human could ever run. That’s when reality suddenly crashes down on me.

I’m being abducted by an alien for the second time. Fucking hell.

Chapter 13

Draggar

The roar of at least two other tiniios reverbates through the jungle, and I can hear their large bodies crashing through the undergrowth as they move closer, eager to find their prey.

Sard!

I was afraid of this. The hunting call of the dead tiniio alerted the others that it had found a promising meal, and they will be determined to find us. Their tenacity when in pursuit of prey has made tiniios some of the most fearsome predators on Laedirissae.

They have an excellent sense of smell and can follow nearly anything when they are on the hunt. Their teeth and claws are like daggers which they use proficiently, but most worrisome is that they have the ability to inject venom once they have subdued their prey. Tiniio venom will not harm a Laediriian warrior, but I do not know what the effects of it would be on Haley. And I do not want to risk her life by staying around to find out.

I don’t think, instead I act on the protective instinct that is thrumming through me and place Haley over my shoulder, and I set off, quickly racing through the jungle trying to put as much distance between us and the beasts. I feel her small hands grip me around the waist and a shudder runs through me.

As soon as she touched me earlier, I could feel the heat spreading from her body to my own, and the pull towards her was so strong it was near impossible to resist. This is like nothing I have ever experienced. The intensity feels so much like the tales I have heard that have been passed down from the Ancestors from the before times.

One word echoes over and over in my head. . . amoris. But it cannot be.

The amoris bond no longer exists for Laediriians, and if it did, it would certainly not be possible with an alien. The bond is only experienced between Laediriians.

I have heard so many stories told of the all-consuming bond that used to develop between Laediriian spirit mates. Stories about how our spirits are able to recognize our mates – the person who is the perfect complement to ourselves, the other half that makes us whole – even when we do not necessarily recognize it.

But none of the many tales passed down about the amoris bond ever mentioned it developing with someone of a different species. Only with other Laediriians.

Yet it’s clear I feel something for Haley. Something that feels significant. Pivotal.

When I peer into her eyes and breathe in the intoxicating sweetness of her scent, I want to make her mine. And now that I have felt her hands on me, that desire has grown until my cock is uncomfortably hard beneath my loincloth. Even as I carry her at a brisk run through the jungle, desire burns through my veins leaving a trail of heat that spreads through my body.

My thoughts race just as fast as my feet. Surely, it cannot be the amoris bond.

As I run through the dense foliage and deeper into the jungle, leaping over rocks and fallen trees that obstruct the way, an entrancing scent reaches my nostrils, making them flare. I nearly stumble and drop Haley on the ground, but I right myself at the last moment and continue on as if nothing has happened.

Sard, but it has.

The exotic fragrance is like none other that I have encountered. It must be coming from Haley.

I thought her scent was delicious before, but this new fragrance makes my mouth water at the thought of tasting her. Of tracing my tongue over her flesh.

It is similar to her normal aroma, feminine and sweet, but this is much stronger and with a hint of musk that makes my cock harden until it is like a bar of iron. My loincloth rises in front of me and I stifle a groan. This scent makes me want to do things I have only read about.

An earsplitting roar of frustration rings out a short distance behind me interrupting my thoughts, and I realize that the tiniios are closer than I thought. With a shake of my head to dislodge the tantalizing images distracting me, I pick up my pace. It is not the time to contemplate the stirrings of need I feel for this alien or for acting on that need.

Haley grunts as I race over a particularly rocky path, jumping over the obstructions. This cannot be very comfortable for her, but it is the quickest way I can think of to keep her safe. Her legs are shorter than my own and not corded with muscles from traveling over rough terrain as if she comes from a planet that doesn’t require her to use them much. I don’t think she could run as fast as me, and right now, speed matters. Tiniios are swift on their feet, even more so when they are motivated.

If I can manage to outrun the tiniios, we will be safe. Most importantly, she will be safe.

But we must be careful, now. We are in Tussoll territory and growing closer with each step to their hunting grounds. Their males will be out and about soon, if they are not already. It would not help matters for either of us to be found on their lands.

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