Taken by Her Mates(13)

She looked back over her shoulder, trembling, but not panicked, her small hands wrapped around my huge biceps, tugging on me in an attempt to force me to move. “It’s coming in… ten seconds. Nine. Shit. We have to go.”

I shook my head and gently moved her to stand behind me. “I do not run from the Hive. I will kill him for you.”

Perhaps, if I could impress her with my strength and battle skills, she would allow me to claim her without the bonding influence of a Prillon mate’s collar. Our bonding collars waited for us back on the commander’s battleship but they would do me no good here on Earth. Until we transported back, I had only the advantage of the bonding essence in my semen to convince Jessica to accept me, but to get that to work, I had to get close enough to spread my eager cock’s fluid on her flesh.

Booted footsteps pulled me from thoughts of fucking my mate and I bellowed my challenge to the Hive soldier when he rounded the corner closest to where I stood. He stopped short, staring.

I heard their chatter increase in speed and volume, but thought nothing of it as I moved forward, toward my enemy.

Behind me, my mate pressed her hands and forehead into her palms as she sank to her knees. She whimpered as if in great pain.

Their communication was hurting her somehow. I charged the cyborg, eager to rip him in half, but he turned and ran like a coward. I could not pursue him, not with my mate scared, weak, and vulnerable to attack. I knelt beside her and her fingers clutched my shirt, holding on as if I were truly her savior, her chosen mate.

Her touch, her need of me, settled deep within and I determined to earn her trust and affection. I wanted her to cling to me out of choice and desire, not fear of the Hive. I wanted her to touch me because I had become a craving in her blood, not simply a necessity to her survival. But I would accept this fragile bond between us, for now. At least she would allow me to care for her, to take her to safety and tend her wounds.

Frustrated at losing my prey, but determined to take care of my mate first, I permitted the scout’s escape, filing his features away in my memory for a later hunt. He would die; it was simply a matter of time.

I inspected the area to be sure no threats remained before lifting my mate up into my arms. She felt perfect cradled against my chest, nothing but the thin, primitive Earthen clothing to keep the heat of her soft curves from penetrating my suddenly cool body. Lowering my face to her breasts, I breathed in the heated scent of her skin, her smell igniting a fire in my body I could barely contain. My cock hardened painfully and I growled in warning as she squirmed, kicking her legs. I pressed my lips to the curve of her breast through her soft shirt and she froze.

“What are you doing? Put me down!”

Reluctant to withdraw from the soft globes, I forced myself to lift my head. I ignored her protests and began walking to the rendezvous point Ander and I had agreed upon in a nearby park. We had positioned Warden Egara’s vehicle there. Upon our arrival at the transport center, the warden had helped us locate clothing and primitive communication devices the humans referred to as cell phones. Mine was in the pocket of my jacket, where it now buzzed.

I tapped the odd device in my ear that the warden had programmed for each of us and waited for the change in sound I knew meant that the communication device had been activated.

“Speak.”

Ander’s voice came through clearly. “Two Hive scouts were at the human male’s residence. I killed them both.”

“Good. I encountered one on foot, but could not pursue.”

“He will return here for the others. I will await his arrival and track him to his ship.” Ander’s deep voice carried clearly through the quiet air and my mate had stopped fidgeting to listen to our conversation.

“Good. Find his ship and make sure he is dead. Take his core processor. I want to know what they were doing on Earth.”

“I will tear him in half, as I did the others.”

I envied the smug satisfaction I heard in Ander’s voice. He had experienced the supreme satisfaction of ripping a scout’s body into pieces. I wanted that release, craved it. Nothing less than complete annihilation of an enemy would calm the battle rage running through my veins.

Or rutting like a wild beast in a willing female, fucking the rage from my body with ruthless thrusts of my cock into a wet, eager pussy…

My mate wiggled, taking a quick breath and I looked down at her, thoughts of fucking replaced with surprise as she spoke. “Burn the bodies. They have to be destroyed. Their ship, too.”

My eyes widened at her words.

“Why?” Destroying Hive bodies was a long, involved process. Their metal parts could take hours to melt without the proper incinerators. The ship was less of a problem. If it would not self-destruct, we would simply launch the vessel on a collision course with Earth’s star where it would be incinerated instantly. If the Hive ship was nearby, we could load the dead bodies onboard and send all of them to a fiery disposal.