Page 9 of Soliv Four
She mewed and cooed, leaning her head against his chest as he massaged her clit in a steady rhythm. His chest was firm and muscular against her back, and his arms around her strong. She couldn’t get away from him if she wanted. She didn’t.
Angie tried to turn her head to get another look at him again. She could still only glimpse his profile. He looked human with a strong jawline, dark hair, dark skin. Angie melted against him and let him work his magic. He felt so good; she could only surrender.
His touch was sweet relief. Soon she felt a familiar tightening low in her belly, building like a volcano eruption. Carnal delight surged through her body, and she trembled in his arms. It bubbled up inside her until she shuddered and groaned with her orgasm. Each time she stopped jerking in his arms, he applied pressure to her clit, bringing on a new wave, causing Angie to cry out.
He held her until her orgasm played out, then turned her around and pulled her against him, taking her lips with a deep kiss of promise. She opened immediately for him, welcoming him to plunder her mouth with his tongue. His hands went to her buttocks, pressing her belly against his hard cock through the thin shorts they both wore.
A slight buzzing nearby told Tomak they were being observed by the camera drones feeding video to an audience of trillions. While he would much rather do this in private, Angie couldn’t wait.
Angie wound her arms around his neck and squeezed her breasts against his hard chest to ease the continuous aching in her nipples. She wanted, noneededhis hard cock inside her, and she let him know by grinding her mons against it. “I need… I need more… It won’t stop… Please?”
Apparently, he could wait no longer, either. He ended the kiss and posed her against the tree, pulling down her shorts and spreading her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, so he didn’t hesitate to push his cock into the hilt. It was a pleasantly tight fit, so he just held it there to allow her to adjust. When she pushed back against him, he knew she was ready for more.
“Oh, my god, that feels good,” Angie crooned. The way she felt, no matter how long and hard he fucked her, she wasn’t sure it would be enough. She sighed gratefully when he started pumping in and out of her slowly, firm, deep strokes, holding on to her hips, so he didn’t ram her into the tree. She thought she heard him growl ‘mine’ a few times. Every stroke inside her was pure relief and sweet torture.
His hips slammed against her again and again, while she sobbed and whimpered in ecstasy with each thrust. They barely kept her need at bay until the next one. She prayed inwardly; the other hunters wouldn’t find them before he finished.
She knew he was staking his claim of her with his cock, marking her as his with his seed. It was all backward. She didn’t even know his name yet, only this blinding need for him because of some sex drug they put in her water before the hunt.
Angie was glad if it had to be this way, that it was him, the man with the sexy bedroom eyes. She hadn’t needed any sex drug to make her want him. This just wasn’t how she did things. When she embarked on this journey, she thought she would have at least a few days to get acquainted before sex.
She kept thinking as she had her third or fourth orgasm; she didn’t even know his name. But he was good, so good. She was getting to the point where she could only pant and moan, wanting to feel him cum, but not wanting him to stop fucking her.
He finally roared, slowing his thrusts, finally spilling his seed inside her. He reached down under her and gently pinched her clit. She came so hard; she couldn’t stifle a scream.
Still, inside her, he leaned over her and kissed her neck, sliding his hands under her shirt, fondling her breasts. Her climax lasted for a long time before it finally waned.
Yet, when he withdrew, and they straightened, the effects of the drug returned, though not quite as intense. The alarm sounded that the hunt was over. Angie squatted down to retrieve her shorts, waiting until his semen stopped dripping out of her, then she stood and pulled them on. As she straightened up, she got a good look at the male who had just claimed her as his.
“Tomak Bah’rin,” he said with a smile, resting his hands on her shoulders.
“Angie Tyler.” She found herself smiling back at him.
Tomak took her face in his hands and kissed her lips again. She opened for him when he slipped his tongue between her lips. But this kiss was gentle without the urgent passion of the first. Angie just rested her hands on his chest and kissed him back.
As much as he hated to, he ended the kiss as the second alarm sounded.
“We should go, so they don’t come looking for us.” He took her hand and led her back to the path out of the jungle.
Tomak knew the jungle maze well, so it didn’t take long for him to find the way to the path. He’d been on three before this one, but he had passed on those females even though he could have easily intercepted them. But they weren’t for him; he knew by their scent. Angie was the one.
His keen sense of smell for her pheromones led him straight to her. The other three didn’t have the jungle experience he did. He had quickly found the other females by scenting them. The males he had killed were common thugs before landing on Soliv Four. So were the other two lurking somewhere in the maze. They were more used to urban hunting than natural settings.
Tomak suppressed a triumphant smile as he emerged onto the path holding Angie’s hand possessively in his. A soft, buzzing sound overhead caught his attention. He glanced at his woman, hoping she didn’t notice. He didn’t know how she would take knowing trillions of viewers had watched him fucking her.
When he looked back up at the path ahead of them, he was only a little surprised to see the other two hunters blocking the way.
“We just want the woman,” Havel Rak stated. “Nobody has to get hurt.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Tomak stated. “I have already claimed her. She ismine. You can still get your own. She is my one fated mate.”
“Well, we don’t believe in that spiritual crap,” Havel said. He pulled his hunting knife from the sheath strapped to his thigh. “Last chance.”
“Fuck,” Tomak muttered and released Angie’s hand to reach for his own knife. “Stay behind me, Angie.”
There was only one way they would get his mate. They would have to kill him first. He suspected they decided they would take him two to one even if he was both a champion gladiator and mixed martial arts winner.
Tomak flicked a quick glance behind him to see that Angie was safe back there. Overhead, he noted the buzzing that meant a couple more drone cams had moved in to catch the action. He didn’t look up, keeping his gaze on the two alien males who thought they would take Angie from him.
