Grace Goodwin - Hunted

A large hand came to my chin, tipping my face up to his. “Say it. Say the one word that will make you mine.”

I swallowed, then licked my lips. He was here. He’d found me. Hunted me. There was nothing else I could do, wanted to do.

“Yes.”

He dropped to his knees before me, tugged the boots from my feet, the pants from my body so I was bare from the waist down. He was as swift in this as he was in chasing me. In an instant, my legs were over his shoulders and his mouth was on me. There.

His body pressed me into the tree. I was elevated, off the ground with no purchase, nothing to grip but his head, my fingers tangling in his hair. He licked into me, parting me. Finding my clit, circling it.

A primitive sound rumbled from his chest as he pushed me into orgasm. I knew I dripped onto his face, I was so eager, the climax so intense.

“Why?” I asked when I could catch my breath. He didn’t move his head as he kissed the inside of my thigh, but only lifted his eyes to meet mine.

“Why am I kneeling before you when it is you who will submit?”

I nodded, my back bumping against the rough bark.

“Your body, your pleasure, is mine. You are mine. While I might be the one on my knees, you’re giving me everything.”

I couldn’t see the thick outline of his cock, but I knew it was hard. Eager to fuck.

“What about you?”

In a flash, I was laid upon the soft ground, my legs still thrown over his shoulders.

He shifted to open his pants, pull out his cock, to align himself to my entrance and thrust deep.

“Yes!” I cried at the fullness. The feel of him in me. Stretching me. Claiming me.

“There’s the word again. Your consent. Your submission.”

He pulled out and I whimpered, but I was upon my hands and knees with him mounting me from one blink to the next. He took me then. Deep. Hard.

His strong body curved over my back, his mouth at my neck, nipping at my racing pulse, biting at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Mine.”

I gripped the damp ground for purchase, but there was none. He moved us across the forest floor, the sounds of our skin slapping together, the wet slide of his cock in and out of my pussy all that could be heard. We’d scared the animals away.

We were the animals. Wild and frantic. He rutted into me and I cried out, ready to come again.

“Such a greedy pussy. So wet. Perfect for me. You’re perfect for me. Mine.”

“Yes.”

“Give it to me.”

I knew what he was talking about. Not just my orgasm, but my body. My soul.

My inner walls clenched him like a fist, pulling him in, wanting him, needing every thick inch of him.

I screamed as I came, the sound echoing across the forest, over the land where he’d hunted me.

He thrust deep. Tensed. Groaned. Came. I felt the heat of his seed as it filled me, as it made me his.

And he was mine, for while he was the dominant one, I had given him the ultimate pleasure. He would not be complete without me.

And I… I submitted to it all. Willingly. Happily. Completely.

My eyes flew open and I gasped.

“No!” I shouted, the single word echoing off the walls of the bare room.

“That good, huh?”

I blinked, looking up at Kira’s smug face. My friend leaned over me, but hopped back when I sat up abruptly.

I rubbed my hand over my eyes. Gods, that had been intense. So real. But it had all been a dream. A stupid bride testing dream.

Rachel, another Earth woman who’d been mated to the governor of The Colony, remained silent, but the corner of her mouth was tipped up. Yeah, she was internally laughing.

Doctor Surnen, who was in charge of all testing on the planet, held his tablet from the other side of the testing chair. I wasn’t sure if he was quiet because he knew the testing involved intense sex dreams or because I was the first female he’d tested and he wasn’t sure what to say to me. From what I’d been told, I was currently the only unmated female on the planet besides the mother of another Earth mate, Kristin. This doctor did not normally test females. He only tested integrated fighters who were transferred here after they’d escaped captivity.

I knew my nipples were hard, but I definitely wasn’t sharing that with the doctor. I didn’t have a hard on because I didn’t have a cock, but my pussy ached for the sex I’d vividly imagined… but hadn’t had.

I was horny. Hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Was the testing supposed to be cruel, to get you all hot and bothered with no chance of relief? Was it so that the person being tested would be so desperate to come that they always approved the match just to get guaranteed sex?

At this point, with those traitorous nipples and my pussy clenching for a cock to fill it, I’d probably approve a match to a planet whose males were blue and had two penises.

“I came here to visit you and Angh, not to be tested,” I reminded, not for the first time.

She rolled her eyes. “You did both. A very successful trip.”

I climbed from the testing chair and stretched. Bad idea since it only rubbed my nipples across my Academy uniform. I whimpered.

Rachel laughed.

“I don’t like you,” I grumbled and gave her my head-of-the-Academy evil eye which usually had cadets peeing in their paints. She only laughed harder.

Elite Hunter Quinn, Latiri 4, Hive Integration Base, Sector 437

Heavy manacles circled my wrists and neck, my dried blood the only sign of what the Integration units were trying to do to me.

Make me one of them.

Hive.

Control me. Control my strength and my hunting skills. Control my mind.

I would die before I gave in to the buzzing noise inside my skull. The sound grew louder with each round of injections. I lost more of my mind, even as I felt my body growing stronger.

I’d watched two lifelong friends, two Elite Hunters like myself, die writhing in their cells. But they had not turned into the enemy. They had fought to the end, and they’d denied the Hive what they wanted. More fighters. Elite warriors.

My brothers had not given the blue Hive bastard running the base what he wanted. I was the last of us. The last Elite Hunter in these underground cells. His last chance to succeed.

The others had fought him to the end. As would I.

“I see you are awake, Hunter.” The dark blue alien was a patchwork of silver and dark, vibrant blue. His eyes were nearly black. Completely opaque, there was nothing behind the orbs, no shine of emotion, no soul. Not the blue of a bright sky, something darker and far more sinister. I knew I faced the infamous Nexus, one of the mythical leaders—or creators—of the Hive systems. My information came directly from the I.C., the Coalition Fleet’s Intelligence Core. Fewer than a handful had ever been seen, and only by human females from a new Coalition planet called Earth.

“What do you want? I don’t go for men, and I don’t go blue, so don’t get too excited.” The Nexus narrowed his eyes at me but showed no other reaction. But he knew what I meant. I could sense his irritation in the air.

“I have no wish to breed with you.”

“Thank the gods for small favors.”

That irked him further. “You make attempts at humor, Hunter, but they will not save you. You will be mine in the end.”

I shook my head and stared into his eyes. The act made the noise inside my head increase to a roar, the pain like needles boring into my eyes, but I held that gaze and dared him to kill me. “No. I will be one more dead warrior, and you will be a failure.”