Page 55 of The Commander

Fuck yes. She wanted to bite him. Make him bleed. How dare he tie her up?

She couldn’t win this battle. But somewhere, deep in the back of her head, a kernel of certainty assured Cara that she couldn’t lose. Losing to him might be a sensual disaster, but there was noriskin it.

“Look at how you struggle.” He stood back, male gaze eating her up from top to bottom, and zeroing in on her jiggling breasts.

For an alien, this man was so predictably male. He not only enjoyed every single one of her feminine traits, but he also exploited them, every chance he got. Raised up on her toes, her breasts moved every time she shifted her weight. He licked his lips while watching her.

If he were human, she’d use that weakness against him—kick him in the crotch or deliver a nose breaking headbutt while he was distracted by boobs. Unfortunately, he was built fromstone, inhumanly hard all over under his mottled wrong colored skin.

Remembering the distinct feel of the silk muscle of his cock under her fingers, she knew he must be vulnerable there. If she could get to it. Hidden behind a skin seam that matched the one under his mouth, the area bulged and shifted like he had an angry snake trapped in the cavity of his lower belly.

Oh god. The awful, hilarious picture of her sitting on the end of his inhuman cock came out of nowhere. How big was it? How long? He’d put that wild firehose inside her, and it moved as if it had a mind of its own.

She’d sat in his lap, his member slithering in and out of her core, vibrating, while he’d held her pinned to his chest. A hands free dick. She hadn’t answered those questions for herself yet. How had his girthy, long, inhuman cock fit inside her once virgin pussy? Something must be wrong with her. It wasn’t physically possible. She should be torn apart and bleeding out.

She had to scream to hide the blush along with her own laughter at her visual absurdity. What was wrong with her?

She must be breaking apart from the stress at last. If Brenda saw her now, she would see Cara’s face and think she was crazy. She took a breath and gulped all the unwanted conflicts away. “What does it take for you to get the message?”

“Did you leave a message, Kitten? I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. Did you call the help line?” He answered calmly, his tone full of amusement.

“Help line? Leaving was the message.”

“No, leaving was the invitation.” His tone dropped. She felt it in her center where her pussy clenched. That was the only warning she got before he put his hands on her shirt and ripped it down the middle.

“Very nice. That’s how you should welcome your mate,” he murmured as his fingers danced over the hard, swollen buds of her nipples.

“What if I don’t want to be your mate? What if I want you to forget this nightmare happened to me?” She kicked at him.

“Want? Forget? Nightmare? What’s this ridiculous talk? Oh, you must think you have choices still.” He took a step back, rounded her body until he was behind her. She felt his fingers play over the ropes at her wrists, as if testing them, checking for something.

“You know I was forced out of Dalewood. I’m not some freaking wanker. You had your fun—got your dick in my pussy. Now you can just let me go back to my life.”

“Are you saying you have a life to go back to?”

His warm naked torso lined up with her back, and he rested his hands at her hip, digging his fingers in as he waited for her answer. His skin had the strangest texture—smooth, but with fine, thick hairs. Not as soft as rabbit fur, not that long. More like the hair around the eyes of a doe.

“I think I’ve made it clear I don’t want you.” She spoke that lie with conviction, ignoring how she’d opened herself to his earlier advances and granted permission for his demands.

The alien had manipulated her, but she’d enjoyed it. Maybe she’d even screamed out an enthusiastic yes, but that didn’t mean she’d agreed to the mate thing or the feelings he’d coaxed from her unwilling mind.

“Why don’t you want me, pet?” He ran his finger slowly down her spine, vertebra by vertebra, to the waistband of her pants. As soft as a whisper, tingles chased the touch. Her nipples stiffened to the point they burned. She’d cover them and pinch them with her own hands if he hadn’t tied her.

The surge of need made her lose track of the conversation.

“You were saying?” His finger tickled the crack between her bottom cheeks.

“I don’t want to be in a relationship with one of our fucking alien overlords. Who does that?” She forced the words out in an angry rush.

“Who indeed? You do, it seems. I can hear your heartbeat, how your breath rushes in your lungs, how the blood moves through your veins, getting everything plump and ready. I can smell how your body grows juicy, getting ready for fucking. Rutting. Mating.” He purred the words above her ear while he thrust his finger down the crack of her pants, just to the edge of her back entrance.

On her toes, she could barely move. She had no control. She arched her back as much as she could, trying to move his touch to the places where she needed it. He made her lose her mind. Was she going to toss aside her humanity just to get him to lower his hand?

Returning to her front, he shredded her pants from end to end. Did he have claws in his fingers? She didn’t see anything obvious, but her bottoms just fell away in ribbons when he swiped his hands down her hips all the way to her feet.

Cara brought up her legs, trying uselessly to keep him away from her. He didn’t notice her attempts to resist him. “Pretty, pretty mate. You look and smell good enough to eat.”

He knelt in the dirt, palmed her ass, and put his face against her chest, growling with pleasure.

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