Page 17 of Fated to the Hunter
I twisted to face him, suddenly needing him to understand. “I’m not interested in starting a relationship with anyone, human or Xarc’n. But you are also correct. I’m attracted to you. Very attracted to you. And I might regret saying this, but you only live once, and well, maybe we can… what I mean is… I won’t be opposed to…”
Damn it! Why was this so hard?
“I believe I understand,” he said. “I, too, am not looking for a mate. But I find you infinitely appealing and wish to touch you in ways I have not touched anyone else.” The last few words were spoken in a low growl that went straight to my belly.
Oh!
He moved suddenly, lifting me up so we were face-to-face, our bodies pressed together so tightly there was no way to hide just how he reacted to me. I gasped at the hard press of his cock against my belly.
The need to touch more of him, to feel a sense of connection, was impossible to ignore. It pulsed through me, urgent and raw, like a tide I couldn’t hold back. I leaned in, heart racing, barelybreathing. Then his fingers were caressing my jaw, so rough and warm, yet completely tender and without a hint of his claws.
My mouth was already seeking his when he leaned in. That first touch surprised us both, and I pulled back. But something seemed to crack, and Bael’k growled into my mouth. The sound was honest and feral, and it went straight between my legs.
His mouth crashed against mine, hot and hungry, like he’d been waiting forever, starving, and this kiss was the only thing that could satisfy him. His fingers threaded through my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch, holding me in place as his tongue swept into my mouth. Heat pooled in my center, and I moaned into his mouth.
Oh god, I was melting. My knees had turned to jelly, and the butterflies in my stomach were so shocked they’d actually stopped fluttering. My pussy was demanding to know why it had been ignored for so many years, and why I didn’t just ride this sexy beast of an alien warrior to pound town right the fuck now.
I’d spent less than five minutes in Bael’k’s shuttle and I was ready to jump his bones. I knew right then and there that I was in big,bigtrouble.
Chapter 9: Bael’k
I wanted to roar in triumph. The beautiful female with fire-kissed hair was in my arms, her soft body pressed tight against mine as we shared the human ritual of mouth mating. I felt the way her mouth moved, every press of her lips, slide of her tongue, and sigh of her breath, all the way down my spine.
Heat slammed into my gut, making my blood rise and my cock throb. It promised an excitement even better than the most glorious battle. Better, and different.
Kiera had smelled good, but she tasted even better. She was addictive, sweet, wild, and full of fire. I couldn’t get enough. My arms tightened around her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. The soft curves of her body molded to mine so perfectly, like they were made for me.
She whimpered into my mouth, and I growled low in response, deep in my chest, the sound vibrating between us.
“Incoming message from Tech Wizard Sam.”
My shuttle’s much-too-loud and blaring announcement had Kiera finally breaking our connection with a gasp. She shoved away, eyes wide and looking around the shuttle, like she thought someone was there.
“It is my shuttle speaking,” I explained.
“Oh! It’s female. And very, um, robotic.”
My shuttle’s voice had always been more measured than many others, but it had been like that since the very beginning. As for being female, I’d always just assumed it thought of itself as female. Just because there weren’t any female hunters didn’t mean there could be no female hunter shuttles.
There was even a PIP model named Pippa. Even though my shuttle wasn’t a super-intelligent PIP model, it still had its own personality. Most shuttles did.
“Hello, shuttle,” Kiera said.
My shuttle did not reply
I pulled Sam’s communication. She’d elected to stay at New Franklin to work on the mothership instead of returning to our camp, and Kan’n had stayed with her. The communication was addressed to both me and Kiera.
Lenny and I looked up the first set of coordinates. We were wrong, it’s not the Griffith Observatory. It’s some rich guy’s mansion. It’s massive. And we’re not sure how it relates to the riddle but it’s close to the observatory, so if you don’t find anything at the mansion you can go there too.
Bad news? Both locations are just west of the LA nest.
Good news? According to satellite imaging, the scourge stick to the city proper, so there’s a safe… well, safer… paths through the parkland. I attached the latest image.
Call us if you need anything. Good luck!?
Kiera went to the screen and tried to zoom in. But again, my shuttle ignored her. I hadn’t given her access to it yet, so I did it for her instead.
She frowned. “Do you have a copy of the treasure map? That’s what the Tech Wizards are calling it now. Not this one,” she said, gesturing to the screen. “The one from the market.”
