Cyborg Seduction(18)

Rezz’s laughter broke the silence as those gathered roared their approval. But Rezz’s roar of amusement was like thunder and he walked to me, slapped me on the back, hard. “Good luck with this one. I relinquish her protection to you.”

Just like that, he was gone, sitting next to Braun in the stands. I looked at Warlord Braun, held his gaze, a question in my expression. Did he intend to challenge now that Rezz was out of the way?

Braun grinned at me and shook his head. No. I’d never fought in the pits, but Braun had seen me fight, really fight, when we took down a Hive Scout team a few days ago deep in a cavern. He was one of the few here who had seen me let the Hunter DNA loose in battle. I was fast, silent. Deadly.

Hunters of Everis were known across the entire galaxy as killers, hunters, assassins. We were assigned the most dangerous missions by the elite of the Coalition planets. We were feared and respected for being both merciless and deadly. That was why Governor Maxim called me in to find the intruder and track the Hive spies hiding deep in the caves on the Colony. Our unique gifts gave Hunters the ability to track anyone or anything anywhere in the universe. It was an instinctive pull, the call of prey, and no amount of time nor distance would dull it once a Hunter set his sights on a target.

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. And right now, the only person I cared about in the universe was sitting on the edge of this fighting pit. And two Prillon warriors were determined to take her from me. Even though I said she was my marked mate, they would not stand down.

Fools.

Captain Voth stepped closer. “We challenge you, Hunter. The female belongs to us.”

I heard Rezzer roar with laughter yet again. That beast and I were going to have to have a conversation later about his sense of humor. Still, I couldn’t stop the answering grin that lifted the corners of my mouth as I crouched to attack.



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Lindsey



Oh. My. God.

He was here. Not just here, but right in front of me. So close I could feel his heat. Smell him. He’d been closer in the dream, but that hadn’t been real. I frowned. Had it? I’d dreamed of someone I’d never met, saw him in detail. No, I’d fucked him in detail and now he was standing before me. Bigger, hotter and better than ever.

Next to the huge aliens Rezzer and Braun, he was moderately sized. But even then, on Earth he would’ve been considered big as a linebacker, at least six-six. His hair shone, a soft blue-black that I longed to run my fingers through. The color was more vibrant, more real than in the dream. His skin was fair and looked human, not golden like the two sharp-featured aliens standing across from him in challenge. He wore a uniform not unlike mine, the armor looked a helluva lot better on him, hugging the defined muscles of his shoulders and tapered down to six-pack abs that made my mouth water. But it was his eyes that made my heart stutter, dark and almost…desperate. I couldn’t deny him, not with those eyes, those lonely eyes.

When my gaze roved back up, I saw his hands. Big hands. Not dinner plates, but strong. Blunt fingers that I knew could touch my body and bring me intense pleasure. I knew what they felt like on my breasts, brushing over my nipples. And lower down, I knew what they felt like deep inside, curling over my G-spot.

I hadn’t seen it in the dream, but I couldn’t miss it now. He had a mark on his palm. It was in the same place as mine. From here, the shape appeared to be identical. His mark was a little darker, but his skin was ruddier, as if he’d been outside in the sun.

As if my body knew what I was looking at, the mark on my palm chose that moment to flare to life and pulse, sending shockwaves of need straight to my core. I held onto the edge of the pit for dear life as my body tensed in response and my breasts grew heavy. Suddenly, everyone around us faded and all I could think about was hopping down off this wall, going up to him and throwing myself in his arms, demand that he take off his clothes and shove me against the wall of this arena…make me his. Forever.

That thought stopped me cold.

No. Not forever. This could not be forever. I had a little boy to get home to and Earth expressly forbid underage citizens from travelling off world. It was part of the coalition agreements and widely advertised. No woman with children could join the Interstellar Brides program or volunteer to serve as a warrior in the Coalition Fleet. It was forbidden.

Wyatt.

I took a deep breath and blinked away the fog of desire looking at Kiel caused. His chest heaved and he rubbed his palm on his thigh as if the mark on his hand had flared as well.

Was that what he meant when he told the big fighter we were ‘marked mates’? Was it because we shared a birthmark? The mark?