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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.