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Tomak looked at his female, waiting to start. She looked scared but determined. As their eyes met briefly, she looked hopeful. He gave her a subtle nod of encouragement.
The start bomb exploded, and she ran full out, pumping her arms as she sprinted. When she was out of sight, the event coordinator passed lethal-looking combat knives to the males with belted sheaths. The female was given one as well, though most never used them.
At the second start bomb, the four males jogged off with Tomak hanging back from the other three. He wanted to see if they split up or hunted as a pack. They split up, turning off the main trail at different branches. He followed Stegnon because he turned off on a path where Tomak caught a faint scent of the female.
The reptilian went off the trail and into the jungle just after Tomak lost sight of him. He had done nothing to hide his trail into the thick vegetations, so Tomak found it easily. He didn’t follow becauseshewas not present.
Tomak jogged on and took the next branch that ran parallel to the direction Stegnon took through the brush. Still, he caught no scent of her, listening to the reptilian smashing his way through the jungle. The sound stopped, and a slight movement of air brought a faint scent of her to his nostrils.
He carefully parted the thick foliage and took the longest step he could into it, letting the carefully parted plants to close behind him. He headed in the direction of her scent, moving as stealthily as he could, lamenting to himself that his hunt was scheduled for the hottest spans of the rotation. Sweat poured from his body, soaking his clothing. They had all been urged to hydrate during the last span before the hunt began.
Tomak drank plenty of water before leaving his flat because he didn’t trust management wouldn’t fix the hunt by drugging the drinks. He knew that they drugged the female’s with libido enhancing pharmaceuticals so they would fuck any male who caught them. No one would fuck his female except him.
Then he heard a growl, then a female scream to be freed. As he got closer, he smelled one of the reptilians from the same direction he’d scented her. Tamping down his rage that another male was touchinghisfemale, he pulled out his combat knife and moved stealthily through the brush. In just a few meters, he came to stand behind the reptilian Stegnon, trying to subdue the female.
Tomak had fought this species before, and he stabbed the large combat knife between two ribs in Stegnon’s back. The reptilian grunted loudly in pain and released the woman, who bolted as he was dying and tried to reach behind him.
Tomak twisted the knife, eliciting a gurgling sound from Stegnon before he pulled it out. Dark red, almost black blood gushed from the wound, but Tomak stabbed him again, just to make sure. Then he cleaned off his knife on some leaves, returning it to his sheath before he set off afterhiswoman.
As far as he was concerned, Angie was his from the moment their eyes met. He would fight every one of them for her if necessary. Leaving Stegnon’s body where it lay, Tomak followed the trail Angie had left. In her panicked departure, she left a trailed of broken foliage a child could follow until he reached one of the maze’s many dirt paths.
Usually, tracks were hard to find on the hard-packed Earth, but Tomak walked up and down the path each way until he found a single fresh footprint in a spot of loose dirt. He couldn’t be sure it wasn’t from an earlier hunt, only that it was a female’s shoe print from the size. There was only one. He squatted down to get a better look at it and decided it was fresh.
He stood and looked up and down the path, then used his shoe to rub out her print. He did a slow turn, breathing in and out, trying to pick up her delectable scent. It was faint, so he paced slowly in the direction it came. The smell grew a little keener from the jungle where the path veered off.
As he came to the edge of the vegetation, he sifted through the leaves and branches until he found a freshly broken one. Had he not been looking diligently; he would have missed it. He smiled to himself. She was doing well for an amateur, evading the hunters. He liked that.
FIVE
Once she was a few yards into the foliage, Angie stopped trying to hide her trail, crashing through the jungle as fast as she could until she needed to pause and catch her breath. Although she knew she should try to be quieter, she couldn’t make herself stop panting. Whatever they gave her to mess with her libido also seemed to have sapped her strength in the oppressive heat.
When she felt less winded, she held her breath for a few seconds and listened. She thought she heard the faintest rustling of the bushes, then only the bird-creatures overhead.
The rustling sound was getting closer. Angie froze and took slow breaths as quietly as she could, listening. The movements sounded softer, but it was hard to tell if they were moving away or not. She still didn’t see anyone.
A hand clamped over her mouth, again and she was pulled tight against a hard chest.
“It’s all right,me’ara.Don’t scream.”He took his hand from her mouth. “I won’t hurt you… Unless youwantme to…” he murmured into her ear, then nibbled and sucked on her ear lobe.
Angie stopped struggling and moaned, relaxing against him. It was Mr. Sexy Eyes!
“How? How did you find me?”
“Your intoxicating scent.” His voice was low and sexy. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I scented you.”
Angie turned her head to get a glimpse of his profile. It washim… the one she wanted, the one she craved as her body clamored for release. And it was only partly from the drug. The drug just enhanced her need for sex to a level that was almost making her crazed.
He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts, kneading and pinching her aching nipples through her thin shirt. Angie moaned with exquisite pleasure.
“I know what they did to you,” he murmured. “I can give you what you need.” He kissed and nipped her at the base of her neck where it met her shoulder.
“Oh… Yes… Please…” she moaned each word. “I need to come. It’s driving me out of my mind.”
“As you wish, me’ara.” He pressed his nose into her hair and breathed in while cupping her breast in one hand, pressing his forearm against the other. His other hand slid beneath the waist of her shorts to her mons.
Angie huffed as his fingers probed in between her moist folds, and he continued to nuzzle her neck with his lips. She didn’t even try to stifle her soft moans as he rubbed his finger back and forth over her clit. She needed that so badly. She inhaled sharply as his finger probed deeply into her wet opening, taking in his scent, a combination of spicy male and sweat though not unpleasant.
He kept kneading her breasts and blatantly pressing his erection against her buttocks. “I need you almost as much as you need me,” he growled beside her ear. “You are mine,”
