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And if Earth came back with more of their ships, I’d hunt them all to keep her safe with me.

My cock grows. It turns so hard it presses against her backside. She does not wake. Every ounce of instinct tells me to rut the woman.

But I don’t.

I hold back.

She’s a delicacy, and I want to savor her.

When she wakes, she finds me stroking my cock in the room’s corner. She startles, eyes widened with fear, hands clawing at the wall.

I must look like a monster to her. Maybe we are both victims of human cruelty. Maybe that’s why I want to possess her.

I don’t analyze those thoughts too much.

She glances at the exit of the building, but I’m two steps ahead of her. I am built for

the chase, and my instincts have kicked into overdrive.

She tries to make a run for it, but I easily subdue her. I coil around her, locking her arms until she stops making a fuss.

She screams, but it doesn’t matter. We’re in the basement level. Zakar has good ears, but he won’t hear us down here.

Taking her wrists, I lower her to the ground. I force my forehead against hers, skin glowing from want.

I growl, eyes focusing on hers.

She freezes.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” I say. “This place isn’t what you think.”

Two single tears fall from her eyes. It’s as if she is too scared to cry. “What are you?” she whispers.

Her breath quivers. I breathe her air in my lungs.

I can taste her. I can feel her.

“Do you really want to know?” I ask.

She gulps and nods.

I remember the first days of my life like it was yesterday. I woke up in a tank, a bright light shining against the glass. Men in full-body suits analyzed me. When I tried to move, they alerted the facility.

They took me out and strapped me to a surgical table.

There were others, but they were all different from me. On my left, a monster with a massive body and horns lay with his tongue extended. He was dead.

To my right was Zakar, clinging to life.

Like the woman I have taken, I bucked. I roared and twisted my body. The surgical bed fell to the floor.

I couldn’t escape.

They injected me with drugs. They tested on my body. They kept us in a monitoring room for years without telling us what their master plan was.

But we found out.

“The humans you are looking for designed us,” I tell her.


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