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“You can certainly try to communicate that desire to them and see if they will leave and not just merely follow you once they’ve challenged and killed me.”

“Wait, what?”No!

“They might not,” he hurried to clarify. “There are only two males so they may be receptive to trying to get me to join their triad. Or they could see me as an obstacle to acquiring the attention of an unmated female.”

She blinked and shook her head. “You keep saying unmated female. Can they tell if I have a mate or not just from my scent?”

Sabol drew in a deep breath, scenting her hair even as he lightly nuzzled the strands before drawing back and inclining his head. “They can.Ican. A female’s scent when she hasn’t been mating with a male is clean and sweet, her pheromones undiluted by male pheromones. There is no better scent to a male—to a triad—than their scent mingling with hers, but an unmated female is like a beacon telling males that she is ready and receptive.”

Evie turned that over in her mind. She was essentially unmarked. Whatever scent markers Sabol’s cum had sprayed on her had likely worn off long ago, as that was several days ago. He certainly hadn’t ejaculated within her which would have retained his scent longer. Warmth curled in the pit of her belly at the thought, imagining his primary cock pushing up into her to mark her thoroughly from the inside.

She cleared her throat. “So we are talking sex?”

He chuffed, the sound thin and tired. “The pheromones are transmitted through sex, but mating is forever.”

“Okay,” she drawled uncomfortably. That was a serious long-term commitment for someone she just met and whom she probably could never take back home into the habitable zone again. On the other hand, she didn’t want Sabol potentially killed and the two other determined males presenting her with a bigger problem. “I know it’s probably a lot to ask, but would you be willing to mark me thoroughly enough to make my scent indicate to them that I’m mated? Since we are traveling together, anyway. I think I would trust you to do that if it meant that we were safe.”

He peered down at her, his alien expression unreadable. A low growl started deep in his chest, and for a moment she thought she offended until it got louder and she felt arousal pool between her thighs. He inhaled and shivered.

“Sexual marking,” he repeated. “No mating.”

“No mating,” she agreed.

His throat worked as he swallowed, but he inclined his head. “For the scent marking to be strong enough, I would need to release inside of you,” he warned her.

Her lips tipped, amused despite the pressure of the situation. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. Are you okay with that?”

He dipped his muzzle again. “It’s a strange request, but I would be agreeable to this. I find your body desirable despite its strangeness to me. Soft and small. I can be trusted to be gentle,” he quickly assured her. “I wouldn’t harm you.”

She nodded as he moved in closer, his fur brushing the bare skin of her arm. Theoretically, this would not only deter the males currently following them but also any other escaped males who might come across her scent as she continued to make her way to the mining village. All it would take was regular taking of an inhumanely proportioned alien dick.

“Should we do this now?” she asked in a soft voice, suddenly feeling very awkward.

“Yes,” he rasped. “Estimating the distance gained by the males will be difficult. The sooner I mark you, the better.”

Evie glanced around, looking for a potentially soft place to lay. Then again, she might not be lying down. He could decide to take her on all fours. She didn’t know anything about how his species copulated. That would be another note for her journal as long as she left out her direct involvement.

Chuffing softly, Sabol picked her up, and Evie had to stifle a screech of surprise as he picked his way quickly through the trees.

“This will be quicker,” he explained, his voice growing husky with what she imagined to be his arousal. “I scent water, which means a potential grassy or mossy place to rest. I wish you to be comfortable so that you may enjoy this.”

His lower hand near her bottom shifted so that the tips of his claws played gently against her cleft through her pants and her hips jumped slightly at the sensation, her breath bursting from her in an excited pant.

What was that?His claw had barely grazed her clit through thick material, and she’d felt like she’d nearly come right there.

Heat pooled and gathered within her belly as her thighs rubbed together with his every step. Her arousal was rapidly blooming, her clit throbbing where it was pressed against the material of her underwear. She knew that he smelled it too. His hackles rose slightly, and there was a certain wildness in his yellow eyes whenever he looked down at her.

Oh, yes, he knew exactly how ready she was feeling, and suddenly she was very curious to study this whole marking business much further.

CHAPTER12

Sabol tried to control his breathing so he wasn’t outright panting as he carried Evie, but it was nearly impossible to do with his cocks aching as they pushed up from his slit, hot precum sliding down their lengths. Evie’s suggestion would have been considered an insult to most triads. Not that a female never occasionally beguiled males into serving her without the promise of mating, but many males did not look upon it fondly. No one wanted a female just for a rutting. They wanted a mate.Hewanted a mate.

And yet Sabol was weak. As much as he wanted to claim Evie as his own and keep her, and he fully intended to, his cocks had hardened at her offer and everted before he could really give it much clear consideration. If this were all she offered right now, he would take it and hope that eventually she would desire to mate him in truth. He understood that they were very different species and that he would not be able to join her old life, especially if what she said of the huntsmen proved to be true for his kind. She would have to join him in his life, and that was a more challenging decision. He had to be patient. And if all he could have during that time was the pleasure of her body as he marked her night after night, then he would gladly take it and share in that with her.

For that reason, he carried her close to his heart and hurried through the forest, following his nose to the best spot to breach her for the first time. He had no illusions that their first joining could be a little difficult, so he wanted to provide for her as much comfort as possible. Finding a thick patch of foliage, he scuffed his foot along the leaves to make sure nothing lay hidden within and laid her upon it. As he rose over her, Evie stared back at him, lust darkening her eyes as she began to pull off her coverings, revealing brown-tipped nipples and a thatch of fur covering her sex to which her rich scent clung thickly.

He wanted to explore every inch of her, but his skin shuddered anxiously as his ears turned to pick up any sound of the males closing in. Though her scent filled his nose, their distant scents drifted to him beneath it, sending a sense of urgency through him. He had to make his claim before they arrived or else the probability of them trying to either kill him or drive him off would be greatly heightened. Despite his claims to Evie, he didn’t see a very strong chance of the males turning away if they caught his scent on her. Since he was a lone male, they were more likely to try to draw him into their triad, and he had a difficult time finding dislike for the idea.

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