Wait for me. Those words meant so many things. Wait for the fight to end? Wait for him to win me from all these other alien Neanderthals? Wait to jump his rock hard body? Wait for his hard cock to fill me up and make me whimper, scream, beg for more.
All of the above?
I glanced over my shoulder once again at the two giants who were to keep me safe. No, I wasn’t going anywhere. The way the others had been fighting, perhaps even getting ready to brawl over me, I had no intention of moving. Kiel, I knew. Or at least I knew him from my dreams. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I was safe with him. The others? Even after being among them for a few minutes, I sensed their honor. It was what drove them, what defined their rules. I doubted any of them would actually hurt me, but I didn’t wish to be permanently claimed by some random alien. Not only would it sidetrack my snooping and reporting, but it might keep me from getting back to the shuttle. I had to be on that shuttle. There was no other choice, no matter how hot the alien who thought to claim me.
I needed to be back on board for the return trip to Earth in three days. No, less than that now. The seventy-two hour clock was ticking.
The three men moved, hands up, in a circle. The challengers had stripped to the waist and dropped their weapons as well. It appeared this would be decided with hand-to-hand combat.
I should have been nervous that Kiel would lose, but something in the way he moved was almost magical. The other aliens had massive chests and arms, their bodies large and built for war, but I barely glanced at them. I couldn’t tear my eyes off Kiel.
When he moved, I swayed with him, as if I could feel his thoughts, his intention. The reaction was strange, but I felt linked to him somehow. One with him. And his confidence was obvious. There was no doubt in him. No fear.
His confidence calmed me as nothing else could have. He was not going to lose. He was…invincible.
Which didn’t make any sense. The others were bigger. Stronger.
I bit my lip and glanced back at Rezz to gauge his reaction as the three in the pit circled one another. He caught me looking and lifted his chin toward the fight. “Your mate is a Hunter, little human. Watch, so you will understand what that truly means.” He grunted and crossed his arms, leaning back with a chuckle. “As these fools are learning the hard way.”
I turned back to the center and watched as the golden ones began to move away from each other to attack Kiel from two sides at once.
Their knees were bent and they looked like boxers from home, without the gloves. Based on the earlier fights I’d watched, this wasn’t going to be pretty. I wasn’t one for violence. Since I had Wyatt, I cringed when I saw overtly aggressive behavior. In general, I avoided conflict and I hated when someone got hurt. I disliked seeing the weak being taken advantage of. Penalized. Hurt. I’d loved Sunday football before Wyatt. I’d loved a good, hard-hitting hockey game. But becoming a mother had changed me in unexpected ways, not one of which I would trade for anything.
Just because someone was physically weak didn’t mean they weren’t strong. Wyatt was the strongest person I knew and yet he couldn’t play on the neighborhood playground. Couldn’t defend himself from older kids who commented on him being different since his injury. Weaker. Less.
One of the golden warriors punched out, missing Kiel by a foot or more. Kiel only grinned wider at his opponents feint. “You’re wasting my time,” he said.
Then he moved.
Moved wasn’t quite the right word for it. He was a blur, his speed so great my eyes and mind couldn’t keep up. I heard the sound of his fist landing on bone. A groan, a thud, a crack. One opponent fell to the ground in regular speed, his body landing with a hard thump. Dust kicked up around him. His friend remained standing a second longer before he, too, was on the ground bleeding from a hit to his face I hadn’t seen fall.
Kiel stilled then. A sheen of sweat coated his body, his knuckles red, but otherwise he was unchanged.
The others? One was unconscious, the other had his forearm bent in a ninety-degree angle that caused bile to rise to my throat. Kiel stood over them for a moment, looking at the duo he’d just decimated, then turned to me.
His dark gaze met mine. Held. He walked toward me as I saw others move quickly to attend the injured fighters. They pulled out the blue-glowing wands again, waved them over their injured bodies.
I couldn’t pay attention to the intriguing space-tool because Kiel took over my whole field of vision. He stepped close, closer still so that I had to part my knees so he could settle between them. I felt his hips on the inside of my thighs, saw the black shadow of stubble on his jaw. The flecks of gold in his eyes.
“You are from Earth.”
I nodded.
“Lindsey from Earth, you are my marked mate.” He took my hand in his, lifted it so our fingers interlaced, our palms touched. Our marks touched.
I gasped at the searing heat of the contact, then nothing. No, not nothing. While the mark ceased to hurt entirely, I felt the connection elsewhere in my body. My breasts became heavy and achy, my nipples hardening into tight points. My pussy throbbed and I shifted my hips toward him so I could touch him with more than just my hand. I wanted to rub my clit against his cock, even through his pants, and come. I knew what it would feel like from the dream and I craved it.
I saw the same heat flare in his eyes, knew he felt it too. He leaned into me, gave me what I needed. I felt the hard press of his body against mine. My breasts pressed into his hard chest. His cock—god, yes!—pressed into me and I felt every thick, long inch of him against my lower belly.
“The dream,” I murmured.
“Besides the mark—” He squeezed my hand where we touched. “—the dream proves you are mine. And I am yours.”
He grinned and I saw a dimple. My panties were ruined now.
He leaned close so his warm breath fanned my ear, so only I could hear. “I want to feel your pussy clenching down on me again, feel you drip all over my cock. Taste you on my tongue. Breathe in the scent of your arousal.”
He took a deep breath in through his nose. “Mmm. I can smell your pussy, mate.”