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It was a foolish notion. Impossible. But she wanted to. When would she ever get another chance? A glimmering idea slithered in, insistent.

No time to examine details and plans. That little rat brain inside her head that wanted to survive pushed forward and took command of her body. Or maybe it was her lady bits because the monster was right there. She was out of time.

Hide. Fight. If she lost, then she could climb him like a tree, jump off his huge shoulders, and gut herself on an elementary school desk leg. Weapon in hand, she waited until he opened another door.

Please, just one more. Open another door.

Metal wheezing, he did. It slammed against the building’s cinderblock wall.

Using his noise to cover hers, Cara moved as fast as she could, squeezing herself onto a stack of books and boxes in a metal armoire.

CHAPTER 10 - BASTIAN

She doubled back. He heard her go into the room with the escape he’d promised her, the sound of her boots echoing across his sensors as they scraped through the minutiae of broken, dusty bits on the floor. Shoved full of trash and old furniture when they claimed the building, Bastian had left the room as it had been, a testament to futile resistance.

Here, the trailing glow of her life force was a beacon of red smears and drops easily followed. Her naked, female shape was squeezed tight and silent on top of old trash inside of a large, partially closed corner cabinet. A plain old human monster wouldn’t know where she was.

Not that it mattered. If she had made it outside, he would have brought her down in the mud behind the school.

Another time he might tease her more, crash about, go in the wrong direction again or tear the room apart. Inhale her fear scent, listen for her heartbeat. It was a fun game.

But now, urgency gripped him. The aching meat of his cock had become very uncomfortable. Awkward in its demand.

It was time to claim what belonged to him. He pushed objects aside, his gaze locked on the place she hid herself. Some of the lighter materials bounced off walls, knocking other shit over. He didn’t care. No one would come because of the noise.

“Come out, Kitten.” He opened the tall door of what looked like an old metal cabinet.

Screaming, a length of metal in her hand, she attacked, jumping down from a precarious stack of boxes and books. Snapping his lower mouth closed, he snatched her out of the air before she could damage herself. Stuff rocked and crashed behind her, falling to the floor. The metal bar from her hand landed a blow on his head, his shoulders, and whatever she could reach.

She didn’t understand the natural armor of his exoskeleton.

There was naked skin in his hands. Bared flesh against his sensory hairs. The feel of her. Every one of his alter senses went into overload. The strikes she delivered didn’t affect him half as much as touching her. Distracted, he nearly tripped over the crap surrounding them.

Bringing her down, he buried his face between her breasts, opening his mouth and licking. He dined on her flavor. Oblivious to everything outside of her body. This fucking woman. So good. More. He must have more.

She kicked and screamed in rage, rejecting his touch. He wrenched the bar away from her before carrying her into the hall where there was some light. It was vitally important she saw him and everything he did to her.

“You asshole alien. Let me go. I don’t want this. Don’t touch me. Disgusting monster!” She rained curses down on his head as she fought.

Her struggle gave him no room to be careful not to hurt her. If he attempted to be gentle, she would fall to the floor. She had to escape him now because they both knew that if she didn’t, nothing could stop the consequences.

For Bastian, it was too late. His fate had been called hours ago when he took in her scent and set her aside for himself instead of letting the grunts have her.

“You know, don’t you? You feel it. You hate it, but you can’t deny you feel it,” he purred into her ear.

She wanted this as much as he did. He was sure of it. It would be both their ruin, but he wouldn’t wait. Couldn’t wait. Nothing hid the smell of wanton arousal between her thighs. His touch affected her as her touch infected him. Fucking perverse for her, he guessed.

She must really hate him. A grin spread across his face. What prey truly wanted to be conquered? It was only right that they started this at odds.

Lifting her above his head, he dragged her body along the ridges of his face until he could put his nose right at the apex between her legs.

“You feel it.” He said into the soft, wet skin of her center.

“Get away. I can’t. I won’t.” She kicked, bruising her knees.

Holding her steady, nosing deeper, his fingers sank into the soft flesh of her waist. There’d be bruises later, but he wouldn’t stop himself from indulging in her ripe, female perfume. It was a mixture shed just for him and—goddess-be-dammed. He couldn’t get enough of it.

He was a hunter. She was prey. Despite denials, she wanted to be caught. Her mind and mouth scratched at him while her succulent body summoned him with scent trails.

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