Riley began to tremble as the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach began to grow. "What in the hell are you talking about?" she demanded hoarsely.
Vox grinned in triumph as he felt his cat stretching and rolling over inside him. The mating was complete. Riley had been marked on the inside and the outside. She was bound to him forever. There was no going back and no way she could escape him now. She belonged to him.
"You have been claimed!" Vox declared with a satisfied grin. "My cat and I have released our essence into you. Soon, you will be able to mate with both me and my cat. You are also close to your heat. When you go into it, we will both fuck you every which way we can and as often as we can. We can't wait to see you rounded with our cubs," he growled out again before reaching up and hungrily latching onto her breasts.
Riley jerked as a combination of pleasure and pain exploded through her. Her body heated up, fire coursing through her from where Vox was feasting all the way down to where they were still melded together. Moisture pooled, making her slicker than before. She felt Vox's cock swell again as he began the incredible rhythm that had shattered her before. Her mind blanked as pleasure seared her from head to toe. Her fingers kneaded his shoulders where she still held herself up, giving him access to her aching breasts. She whimpered as he drove into her over and over until she couldn't hold back any longer. Throwing her head back as another climax shattered her body and soul, she cried out his name over and over as he devoured her.
Chapter 13
Riley whimpered as she stepped into the hot shower. Vox had been insatiable last night. For a girl who had held onto her virginity like it was the Olympic torch, she really knew how to drop the damn thing at the worst possible time. There hadn't been one damn word in any of the magazine articles that she had read that said a guy could keep it up as much as Vox did. Once was the average, twice if they were lucky, three if they were fucking Hercules-but Vox had taken her at least that many times in an hour! Not only that, he had done it every hour on the hour until she had finally passed out in exhaustion. Now, she was so sore it hurt to think, much less move. She blushed as she ran the soap over her tender breasts and down between her legs. She was going to either have to neuter his ass or drug it because she really didn't think she could survive another night like last night. Not that she planned on there being another one.
He had thankfully been called to a meeting with the new guys she had met when they were brought aboard. Creon Something or other and Ha'ven the Dark. That was about as much as her brain could remember. She did remember the blond-haired human female she had been introduced to, Carmen. Riley felt like crying when she saw the other woman. She didn't know if it was because there was a chance the woman could help her get back home or because it meant she really might have a way of escaping the big lummox that had her so totally messed up in the head.
Riley let her head fall forward as she thought about what had happened. "I am so totally screwed," she whispered out loud. "I have to get away from him before I become a total schmuck. A dead schmuck at that, Riley girl. Remember, you are just the supporting character. They always get killed before the end of the movie."
She turned off the shower unit and stepped out. A blast of hot air circled her, drying the moisture from her skin and hair. She looked in the mirror, staring at her huge blue eyes for a moment before her gaze narrowed on the symbol of a leopard's paw on her neck.
"There's nothing you can do about what has already happened, but you can prevent it from happening again. It was only one night, Riley girl. Make sure you keep it to that. He wasn't wearing a condom and you aren't on birth control, but he is an alien so that has to count as a natural contraceptive. His DNA and mine are totally incompatible. Just think positive. Don't think about what happens to the poor schmucks in the movies. The aliens did all kinds of weird shit in them before they could get the girl pregnant. He didn't do anything except bite you … and … lock his you-know-what inside you … and said some weird shit about essence and claiming and heat … " Her voice faded as she began to shake. "I am so totally screwed!" she whispered again as tears formed in her eyes.
Several hours later, Riley felt like she had her life back under control as she sat down at a table in the dining quarters. She had scrubbed at the mark on her neck repeatedly, trying to get it off but nothing she did worked. So she did the next best thing, she pulled out her makeup bag and hid it. Then, she put on a soft pink angora turtleneck sweater and matched it with a flowing white skirt. She decided a pair of silver slip-ons would be better than wearing her boots. Fluffing her hair once more time, she decided she was ready to at least face someone other than herself. Taking a deep breath, she left her soon-to-be former living quarters and set out to complete the second part of her plan. She needed support-female reinforcement-so she hunted down Carmen. It turned out fate was finally working in her favor as Carmen was heading down to see her.
Carmen had taken one look at Riley and tugged her down to the dining quarters. Riley hoped that didn't mean she looked as bad as she felt. Heat flooded Riley as she sat down gingerly in the seat. She glanced at Carmen to see if she noticed that she had slid into the seat a little more carefully than was normal. Riley released a relieved sigh when Carmen didn't appear to notice anything amiss.
"Would you like something to eat and drink?" Carmen asked as Riley settled into the seat across from where she was standing.
Riley pushed her heavy mass of curls behind her ear and fought the urge to fan herself as the furnace inside her increased another couple of degrees. "Ice water and something light, no seafood," Riley said with a forced smile.
"They actually have a pretty good replicator. How about a ham and cheese sandwich and chips?" Carmen asked.
"That sounds wonderful," Riley replied as her stomach gave a loud growl.
Carmen laughed as she turned away. Riley watched Carmen walk over to the other side of the room where the replicators were located. She glanced around noticing with relief that there was hardly anyone else in the room. The warship was a lot different from anything else she had been on to date. Between the trader's small ship, the asteroid, and the old freighter, Riley had been anything but impressed with the idea of space travel slash alien worlds. This ship could make her change her mind, though. Everything on the inside gleamed. There were over a dozen silver round tables with matching swivel chairs bolted to the floor. The flooring was a polished black offset by the white walls. On the far wall were a series of replicators inset into the wall. In the far left corner was an opening where dirty dishes disappeared into a cleansing unit. Riley sighed and rested her chin on her palm. She wondered if she could fit one of the replicators in her suitcase. She would love to never have to cook again. That was another thing that she didn't excel at. She loved to eat-out. Her cooking skills were basic at best.
There were probably only about a dozen men in the room. Riley was surprised that there weren't any women. She would have thought, with all the Star Trek episodes she had seen, that the crew would have been about half and half. She was so deep in thought that she didn't even notice the shadow that fell over her until the sound of a clearing throat drew her attention from her thoughts.
Riley turned and smiled up at the handsome young man staring down at her. She sat up straighter, raising an eyebrow in amusement as she observed that he was focused on her curly mane of hair. She reached up and twirled a few of the strands around her finger before she said anything to the silent figure standing over her.
"Yes, I am a natural blonde," she drawled out in her best Midwestern accent. "But don't try any of the blonde jokes if you want to live," she added with a dimpled smile.
"Can I touch it?" the man asked hesitantly.
Riley chuckled as she held out her slender hand. "I think we should at least introduce ourselves before you start feeling me up," she replied with a grin. "My name is Riley St. Claire, and I'm from the mile-high city of Denver, Colorado."
"I am called Mondu," he replied. "I am from the Curizan star system. You are the female from the freighter, the one with five mates?"
Riley blushed and looked over at Carmen who was talking to another male. Riley frowned when she realized he looked like the same guy who had been shadowing Carmen last night when they first came on board, but there was something different about him. Whatever Carmen was saying to the guy, he didn't look like he was very happy about it.