Her eyes spit fire, and all I wanted to do was accept the challenge, push her up against the wall, drive my cock deep and make her scream with pleasure. Which was completely opposite of every Trion female. Ever. I wanted a docile female. Meek. Submissive. Yet the Gods had set this wild Earthling in my path.
Nothing she had done was as expected. She did not tremble with fear after nearly being taken by a huge blue alien from Cerberus legion. She did not cry. She had stolen Jirghogis’ titan stick and threatened him with it like a cornered animal.
Like a wild animal.
Untamed.
I wondered what it would take to tame her in my bed.
My cock swelled to uncomfortable weight, and I cursed again. No. I would not become involved in this drama. I had offered her escape, a meeting with Ivy, a female from her own planet. I had wrecked my business alliance as well as cost myself a farking fortune already. I was not going to follow that female. I was not going to protect her from her own stubborn, reckless courage. She was not mine.
“Not mine.” I would have chanted the words to myself if I’d been able to get the vision of her eyes lit from within by cold rage. By challenge. She had not trembled, even when I’d touched her, when the lure of her soft skin had become too powerful to resist. No, she’d stood her ground and verbally sparred with me. She was like a charged ion blast waiting to go off.
Everything she said was a surprise. I hadn’t known what to expect out of such a tiny human, but...sass wasn’t one of them. Spunk. Fire. Passion.
My ship wasn’t far. I could be off this rock—without my ion cannon—in no time at all and leave her to her dangerous and insane plans for revenge.
“Fark.” My feet stopped moving of their own volition. Gods be damned. I couldn’t farking do it. I couldn’t walk away. Seemed I had some small shred of decency left. And it would, no doubt, damn me to a painful end. Over a female who wasn’t even mine.
Perhaps it was cosmic justice. So be it.
Expecting to see her behind me, I looked back and… she’d walked away from me. She was leaving me intentionally to make her own way with only a titan stick for protection. And she was nearly out of sight.
Damn stubborn female. She did not know what she was dealing with here. This was Sector Zero, for fark’s sake! No female was left unattended. She was too valuable, too precious… too beautiful. Anyone would want her. Claim her. Own her. Whether she consented or not.
Hadn’t she learned that? If some alien found her, he’d keep her. It was as simple and lawless as that.
It wasn’t my job to protect her. Besides, she didn’t want my protection. Zara was free. She was choosing to go after Bertok. Alone. She was an Interstellar Bride. If the Coalition had any fighters in this sector, they would protect her, without question.
But we weren’t in Coalition space. Hell, there hadn’t been a Coalition fighter in this sector for over a hundred years. Odds were not good that one had taken a wrong turn back to his battlegroup. That he would make his way here and arrive just in time to save the beautiful female from a terrible fate.
“Fark.”
The lawless factions here were probably already searching for her. She was perfect. Soft, creamy skin. The long, curled hair. The defiance in her eyes. She could have passed for a Trionite, if pushed, especially with the gold collar and the outline of the chain I’d seen dangling between her nipples. Fark if that didn’t make me hard. But no, there was too much defiance in her gaze for Trion to have been her home. The women of Viken and my home world of Trion were submissive and soft. Fragile creatures that needed to be both pampered and protected. They loved to show off their bond, proud to have their mate’s medallion dangling upon a chain. Everyone could look upon her beauty—even in the throes of passion. Our females often enjoyed knowing they were coveted by others but could not be touched by any but their mate.
“Damn it, female,” I called, letting my head fall back, I stared up at the dome. “Stop. Do you want to be a slave? Tortured? Raped? Used?”
She turned on her heel to face me and placed her hands on her hips in a defiant gesture that made my cock harden with lust and my dominant nature rise to accept her challenge.
Perhaps this was why I had yet to be interested in mating a female. All the females I had met on Trion were meek, raised to be submissive, in bed and out. Mild. Tame.
This human was the opposite. How the fark had she been matched to Trion? It made no sense because here was a female worthy of being tamed. Claimed. Her submission would be hard won and worth the effort.
“You don’t even know where you are.”
“Enlighten me then,” she countered.
I took a deep breath, let it out and closed the distance between us. “Sector Zero. This outpost survives on a large planet called Occeron. It used to be full of life. But now, there’s no atmosphere. Battle with the Hive destroyed the planet’s magnetic field. The only thing that survives does so underground or sealed inside protective domes like the one above our heads.”
Her eyes lifted skyward. At least she was listening.
“This place is called Omega Dome. It was designed to hold three thousand inhabitants. This one shields five times that. While some might live here, all they do is survive.”
“Why are you here then?”
“Business.”
“Yeah, well, it’s my business to transport out of this snow globe and hunt down Bertok.”