Flash. Korum striking back with the speed of a cobra. The sudden terror on the other Krinar’s face.
Flash. More blood.
Flash. Loris’s head torn off his body.
No, stop it! Mia wanted to scream, but they were in public, and she couldn’t do it, couldn’t embarrass Korum like that. He was holding her hand now, and they were on a large float in the middle of the Arena. The same Krinar who had led the beginning of the ceremony was speaking again, saying something else about the history of Arena fighting, but his words were sliding past Mia’s ears. There was a sense of unreality to the proceedings; Mia kept feeling like she was inside a dream – or, more aptly, a nightmare.
Only Korum’s touch felt real. She wanted to crawl into his embrace and never come out. When he had held her earlier, she’d felt some of her terror ebbing away, but now she felt cold again, her teeth chattering despite the heat of the bright Costa Rican sun.
He was alive. Mia still couldn’t believe it. It had to be a miracle of some kind. How could anybody survive those kinds of injuries? She had known the Krinar healed quickly, but Korum had been almost literally torn apart. There had been so much blood. Oh God, the blood.
Mia swallowed hard, trying to contain her nausea. If she never saw the color red again, it would be too soon. No wonder the Krinar preferred light colors in their daily lives; they probably needed the contrast after the violent spectacle of the Arena.
Korum had almost died today. Her alien lover – so strong, so seemingly invincible – had been nearly brought down by treachery. For a few dark moments, Mia had been sure that he was dead – and she had wanted to die too. It had felt like her heart was being torn open, each blow to Korum’s body smashing something deep within her soul. She had never experienced such agony before, and she never wanted to feel it again.
She was dimly aware that Voret had stopped speaking, that he was addressing Korum now, asking him about a celebration. She saw Korum starting to shake his head, and something came over her. Acting purely on instinct, she leaned closer to Korum and whispered in his ear, “I want you. Please, Korum, I want you.”
He turned his head to look at her, his expression incredu
lous, and she squeezed his hand, wordlessly telling him that it was okay, that he could celebrate in the way of his people.
Rightly or wrongly, she needed him now, and she didn’t care about anything else.
Mia could see his pupils expanding, his irises turning a brighter shade of gold. With the blood and dirt covering him, he looked like a savage, like one of those ancient hunters Voret had shown at the beginning of the ceremony. She wanted him so much she ached with it, her body needing to affirm life in the most basic way possible.
He hesitated for a second, staring at her, and then he raised his hand, curving his large palm around her right cheek. “Mia . . .”
“Please, Korum.” She held his gaze, knowing that he could see the sincerity of her intentions on her face. She needed to feel his touch on her skin, needed him to make her forget the horror of the past hour.
His eyes glittering, he leaned forward and said softly, “You don’t know what you’re asking, my sweet. I can’t be . . . gentle right now.”
Mia swallowed, her inner muscles clenching at his words. “I don’t want you to be.”
He looked at her for another few seconds, and she could see the pulse beating in the side of his muscular neck. Then, as though unable to help himself, he bent his head and kissed her, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her onto his lap.
In the background, Mia could hear the crowd roaring, the spectators cheering and stomping their feet, but it didn’t bother her. All she could concentrate on was the heat of his mouth consuming hers, the pressure of his erection against her buttocks, the feel of his strong hands rubbing up and down her back. There was a faint metallic taste that should’ve repelled her, but instead it turned her on even more. The man kissing her right now was a predator, a killer – and she wanted him exactly as he was, no holds barred.
Lifting his head, he stared down at her for a second, his breathing heavy and his skin flushed underneath the streaks of grime and blood. All around them, the crowd was going wild, chanting their names. Mia had a sudden thought that that’s what rock stars must feel like, surrounded by their screaming fans.
As though in response to that, a strange music began to play, with notes so deep that Mia could feel the vibrations deep in her bones. The rhythm was uneven, almost jerky. It should’ve sounded discordant, unpleasant, but instead, it added to the pulsing heat between her legs, making her skin feel tighter and her heart beat faster.
Korum was reacting to it too, his cock hardening even more, pushing into the softness of her bottom. Still holding her, he stood up and began walking toward a tent-like structure in the center of the Arena, carrying her like a prize of war.
Mia clung to him, feeling almost intoxicated. Her head was spinning, and everything seemed surreal, as though it was happening in a dream. The psychology student in her recognized that it was her brain’s response to trauma, that she wasn’t thinking clearly, but it didn’t matter. She was dying with need, and Korum was the cure for what ailed her.
They got to the tent, and he placed her on her feet, keeping her pressed against his body. Instead of them going inside, the tent appeared to move and flow around them, mostly covering them from the view of the crowd. Mia was vaguely aware of the thinness of the walls, of the fact that thousands of curious Krinar eyes were watching the structure right now, but she wasn’t fully processing that information. They had some kind of privacy, and that was good enough for her.
As soon as the tent walls stopped moving, Korum took a step back, releasing her from his embrace. “Take off the dress.” His voice was unusually rough, and she could see the tension in his powerful shoulders. With his eyes a bright yellow, he looked wild, more animal than man. “Take it off, Mia.”
She obeyed, shimmying out of the dress, her excitement mixed with a tiny dollop of fear. He hadn’t even touched her, and she could see that he was already close to losing control.
Before her dress even hit the ground, he was already on her, one of his hands delving between her thighs and another grabbing her hair. His mouth descended on hers even as his finger pushed inside, into her small opening. He was rough, almost frantic, and Mia realized that he hadn’t been lying before, about not being able to be gentle. She was wet, but her muscles still tensed involuntarily, her body resisting the aggressive penetration.
Suddenly, he withdrew his finger and used the hand holding her hair to push her down, onto her knees. Tiny rocks and gravel dug into the soft skin of her kneecaps. “Suck it,” he said harshly, tearing open the front of his pants. “I want your mouth right now.”
His erection sprang free, brushing against her cheek. Mia opened her mouth, letting him inside, and he groaned as her lips closed around the head of his cock. He tasted salty, the tip already coated with pre-cum. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, mimicking what she’d once seen done in porn. He let out a sound that sounded like a growl, and his hands fisted tighter in her hair, holding her head steady as he began to move his hips, fucking her mouth with his cock.
Mia focused on taking small breaths, trying not to choke as most of his length pushed into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. He thrust again and again, and then he was coming with a harsh groan, his seed shooting out in warm, salty spurts. When he was done, he slowly withdrew from her, his cock still semi-hard.