Page 24 of Hunted

I grinned. “Like what you see? I hope so.”

“I thought you said we needed food,” she replied. Her voice was even. She sounded efficient, not curt.

I grinned. “We do. But if we only have a few hours, we’ll eat naked.”

Her mouth fell open. Good. I’d surprised her. She didn’t seem to be surprised by much of anything. She’d transported to meet a mate, but ended up at a Hive-controlled prison. She hadn’t panicked, had barely broken a sweat before singlehandedly saving six fighters—including me—with her skill and know-how regarding the transport system.

“I need a shower,” she said and walked right into the bathing room, eyeing my body the whole way. My cock hadn’t gone soft after claiming her in the engineering room. She’d barely seen it before I crammed her full. I wasn’t small. I had plenty to keep her happy.

“Come back out naked, mate.”

The door slid shut behind her and I chuckled, walking over to the the S-Gen machine. What would she like to eat? What were her favorites? I had no idea. I made a few selections, guessing as to what she might enjoy. I’d just set them on the small table when the door opened.

She came out wrapped in the bathing towel. Droplets of water fell from the long ends of her hair. I looked her over, from her small feet, shapely calves, toned thighs.

“Lose the towel, mate.”

She’d intentionally defied me, but I saw the wariness in her eyes. I was standing before her, bare and ready to fuck. I might have hunted her down and claimed her, but we were still strangers. The connection was there, but we were… new.

She lowered the towel until it was dangling from her fingers at her side.

“Fuck, mate. You’re lovely.”

Every pale inch of her was perfection. I’d seen most of her earlier, but now, the blind haze of need wasn’t blurring my vision. I stared at her defiant eyes, the tipped chin, her delicate shoulders, lush breasts with rosy-tipped nipples. Then my gaze moved lower over her curved waist, wide hips… and then fuck, the pussy that ruled my world.

I grabbed the towel from her fingers.

“Quinn,” she said, reaching for it, as if to cover herself.

I laid it over one of the chairs and sat down on top of the fabric. No way was she getting it back now, and I owed it to whomever stayed in these quarters next not to have my bare ass and balls directly on the chair.

Leaning forward, I took her hand, pulled her so she sat upon my lap. I groaned, the soft feel of her on my thighs… torture. Her drying hair was right there and I nuzzled into it, then kissed her neck, the curve of her shoulder.

“Eat,” I said, trying to remain focused on the task at hand, feeding her, caring for her, learning about her, instead of fucking. But it took every ounce of will I possessed not to lay her flat on the table and take her again. “We must eat.”

My words were truth. We’d be out on a mission soon. Going weak, hungry, would be stupid and irrational. Sleep deprived because we’d been busy fucking? Well, there were sacrifices I was not prepared to make… and those I were.

Reaching out, I grabbed a spoon and scooped up an Everian dish of seasoned meat and vegetables. Lifted it to her lips.

She opened her mouth and took what was offered, that delicate tongue flicking over the bottom of the spoon.

“Good?” I asked, watching her chew, then swallow.

She nodded. “I can feed myself, you know.”

“This is more fun.” I scooped some more of the dish, took a bite of my own. “You are Everian,” I stated. She’d told me so earlier.

“Half,” she replied, then took another bite.

“Human, I’m guessing.”

She nodded as she chewed.

“Did you transport directly from the Brides Testing Center on Earth?”

“No.”

I grabbed a piece of the green vegetable for myself.

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