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“Don’t? You didn’t like it? What is it? What does my pretty girl need?”

“Liked it. Too much.”

“So did I. You feel so good to me. All I want to do is tie you to a tree again. Sit you on my face until you scream and cry, cup your beautiful tits, then bite your tight little nipples.

Make you helpless. Do you like that?

“Bastian. Please.” He talked filthy and kept his cock steady.

“I want to rut inside of you, cover you, press you down and cum in you until your womb can’t take anymore, until we are both dirty with fluid.”

She whimpered. She didn’t know what to say. Was he waiting for an answer? The only answer for her ended with an orgasm. Nothing else would do.

And then it got worse. Because that vibrating thing happened, and it felt like his cock swelled. It did change its fucking shape. It could get smaller or bigger. It felt bigger, moving slowly. Thick. Deep. The vibrations barely there but growing.

The anticipation shattered her. She started to cum, broken from the inside out, her body, her mind, her soul remembering what it was like when they connected. Holding her tight, he did do all the work. That rattling she remembered started in his chest, the purr of a motor matching the one in his cock. He said something in the tumult, might have told her to come again, but she hadn’t stopped from the last time.

He buried his face against her neck, cupped her, gently, his lower face open, broke her skin with a pinch she almost missed. Might have missed it if she hadn’t wanted it so much. If she hadn’t wanted the next, jolting thing that came after, would have made her go mindless and screaming.

“What is that? What is that?” she shouted out, as best she could, asking him. Asking herself while the night bore witness.

It was not human. Couldn’t be. Nothing human felt this fucking amazing.

He growled against her neck. Thick between her legs, connected to her by a line, a circle that united them, solidified them, tied them, she trembled all over with her climax, with their union.

CHAPTER 32 - CARA

Cara watched Bastian shove the heavy metal door inward. She flinched and covered her ears at the scream of its rusted hinges. His flashlight revealed a pre-corporation-rule time capsule. It was industrial-age-old but scattered with evidence of more recent life. The electronics panel on the far wall, with a hundred years of assorted technologies, looked particularly interesting.

Grime covered cobwebs and bug nests hung from the rough-cut beams reinforcing ceilings and walls. At least there were no bats here, the closed door had kept them out. She heard a trickle of water from somewhere, too.

They were not the first people to find the lodge, but the last occupant left decades ago. Once some kind of mine command post, the wooden and iron door had kept the place secure. Bastian simply twisted the lock off and tossed it aside. “I’ll fix the door later.”

She didn’t know why they’d need a lock here. The nearest people were miles away. Since he refused to leave her alone for a second, what idiot was going to confront a seven-foot-something alien?

Although it had taken longer to get to Old Kentucky than they had anticipated, the brief, ruthless confrontations they’d had with wanker groups while trying to drive around Greater Louis confirmed what Cara suspected. Her mate was indestructible and would do anything to protect her.

“Dad would have loved this. Do you think there are books in those boxes? I bet there are data discs, too.” She gestured to the wall as she walked forward, keeping herself in Bastian’s beam of light.

“Humans keep a strange assortment of things around for no reason. They seem to thrive on disorder.”

“You said we’d be fine on energy. Heat and light, I assume, right? Do you think you can convert your alien power sources to get some of that stuff going? Like a generator or something?” She ignored his disorderly human insult. He might just be right. There was nothing organized about this place or any of the other places they had passed to get here.

“You wish to turn it on? Why do we need that trash?”

“Computers. Radios. Those monitors will play movies and music. There might be all kinds of things. It’s not trash.”

“I’m not an engineer, but I can try.” He held the lamp higher for her to see. She’d had to insist on lamps. While he was happy to be her eyes, she was not.

“I might be able to do it myself. I don’t want to blow anything up with your alien crap, though. Dad showed me some stuff, but he always had specialized tools.”

“I don’t want data access, Kitten. Although I doubt Control could tap into it, the idea is not secure. A human could tap into it.”

“Not like your talking secretary. I just like the idea of having something to read, to listen to.” She laughed, realizing that she hadn’t touched a book since meeting Brenda, and she missed them.

“Knowledge is power and all that shit, right?”

“Right.”

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