by Viola Grace
Lianne looked at the Regiz. “She has to be up early for work. Don’t exhaust her.”
His grin widened. “Yes, ma’am.”
Sorrok shifted to kneeling, scooped her up and lifted her in his arms.
Lianne could hear soft sighs as she was carried off, but she was too busy enjoying the feeling of being safe. The last few days had not been relaxing, but now, she felt that things were finally going to even out.
He used his own band to open their door, and he latched the door behind them.
She ran her fingers along the closure of his black tunic, and he glanced down at her. “What are you doing?”
“Turning theory into practice.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “Complaining?”
His slow headshake preceded him taking her to the bedroom.
When he set her on her feet, she put the technique into action as she pried open the black fabric and pulled it open. She had seen him shirtless in the gym, but this was different. Here, she could touch the velvet nap of his skin and rub her cheek against him.
Lianne pushed the tunic off his shoulders, and it dropped to the ground with a thud. She stepped back and sighed. “You are very nice to look at.”
He growled. “Either continue or I am going to.”
She laughed and opened her uniform, slipping it from her shoulders and off her hips. She had to pause to pull her shoes and socks off, but when she stood again, she was wearing her underwear and a grin.
“Your turn.”
Sorrok peeled off his boots and unfastened his trousers, peeling them down his legs with ease. When he stepped free and kicked the clothing away, he was extremely naked.
Lianne looked at the erection curving toward his belly, and she nodded. “Huh. The stripes do go all the way around.”
He growled and wrapped his arm around her waist, tossing her to the bed. She shrieked with laughter, and he pressed his lips to her throat.
The laughter died, and she arched under him, offering her neck out of reflex.
He bit gently, scraping his teeth across her neck in a slow and deliberate motion.
She felt her sex getting slick with that slow motion, and she wondered why she hadn’t tried it months ago. Sex with a Rrassic was already fun.
Chapter Thirteen
Every inch of him was covered in velvet, and as she squirmed under him, she was caressed by the nature of his skin.
He stroked a hand behind her, and her bra loosened. She didn’t feel the clasp go, so she was pretty sure he had cut it.
He moved a hand to the front of one strap, and then, the next was slit without doubt. He pulled the fabric away, and the low purr started in his chest.
Her nipples tightened even more as he stared at them, and when he leaned in and scraped his surprisingly rough tongue against her, a squeaking moan broke loose.
It wasn’t the same part of his tongue that he kissed with, because she would have noticed the feline scrape during their few connections.
The details of it were pushed out of her head as he moved to the other side, and from there, her thoughts were scattered into bits of light as he tasted her from neck to belly.
The rasping of his tongue was just abrasive enough to stimulate her skin without irritating.
When he took his claws to her panties, she shivered and he shuddered.
He didn’t speak; he growled as he threw the fabric away and buried his face between her thighs.
Lianne threaded her fingers in his hair as his abrasive tongue lapped at her and plunged into her.
Sweat was covering her body as she drew closer and closer to orgasm. She shrieked and arched back as her channel clasped his tongue.
He held her thighs wide and moved up her body, fitting his erection to her and sliding inside with slow pulses of his hips.
He covered her, surrounded her, and she held tight to his arms as he thrust into her with increasing strength and speed.
She looked into his eyes, and he smiled, leaning in to kiss her. The arch of his back while his hips continued to move must have been extreme, but she was reminded that he wasn’t human, and right now, she didn’t care.
Lianne kissed him back, tasting herself on his tongue. She felt the edges of his teeth as she duelled with him.
He thrust into her hard, and she winced at the pain, but he quickly retreated to a normal depth and pulled away from her lips to murmur an apology.
She gave him a look, but he didn’t appear serious about his regret. The pleasure returned, and soon, she was bucking against him as friction brought her orgasm rushing over her, and she moaned low as her body gripped his tightly.
He grunted and jerked his hips forward. He pressed his forehead to hers as he groaned and pushed in deep.
She stroked his back, digging her fingers into the deep groove and sliding them down to cup his butt.
He was sweating, but it was spreading evenly across the nap of his skin. The smell of his skin was enough to start her heart pounding again.
He rubbed his lips against her jaw and slid off her.
She moved her cheek against his and smiled. “Practice is better than theory.”
He chuckled. “That was just the overview. Now, we go into detail.”
He pulled out of her and took her hand with his. He kissed her palm and pulled her hand down to his erection. It was slick with their combined cum, and she moved her fingers over it.
“That is very nice, but this is what your friend wasn’t aware of.” He moved her thumb along the underside of his cock, and she felt a thin rod inside the hot flesh.
“What is that?”
He inhaled as she stroked her fingers along the underside of his cock. He paused and then murmured, “That is the stimulator. All the species that the Rrassic chose could be stimulated ovulators under the right circumstance. This was the reason for that sharp jolt of pain. I apologise, but it is only once per cycle.”
She frowned. “Humans are cyclical.”
He chuckled and then gasped as she kept moving her hand on him. He groaned. “The human body can be coaxed into ovulation via stress or stimulation. Today, we managed both.”
He rolled her to her stomach, and she rose up onto her knees. She still didn’t believe that the pain had worked on her, but since pleasure was being offered, she wasn’t going to say no. It was a nice way to end a very stressful day.
She screamed when he bit her shoulder and confirmed another rumour. Mating bites were definitely a thing.
Her body was sent into a second round of orgasms as the pain mixed with pleasure. Her nervous system overloaded, and she collapsed with sparks of light firing behind her eyes.
Sorrok followed her down and smoothed her hair from her face. Soothing her while he shuddered inside her, he rolled them to their sides and kept a hand around her waist, over her belly.
He stroked a hand over her skin. “So soft. You are determined but so delicate. The Hunter training will be hard on you.”
“I am up for it, but Mrtok is going to be upset. This last week has been hell for him.”
Sorrok chuckled. “He will get over it. There might be another human with the qualifications.”
She looked over her shoulder. “Does this increase my security clearance?”
He kissed her shoulder while stroking her skin. “The next phase will get you all the information you need.”
“What is the next phase?”
“A pregnancy. Once you have gotten pregnant, I will tell you everything else you need to know.”
She looked at his hand over her belly, and she could feel him wishing for the cellular combination to occur.
He was warm, and as they relaxed, he started to purr again. She smiled at the sound and let his hard body surround hers as she drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
Sorrok watched his mate slowly let down her guard completely and fall asleep. Lianne’s skin was still flushed, and now and then, her
body pulsed around his cock. The firm flutter kept him rigid, just when he thought he could pull away.
She had responded better than he had anticipated, but he should not have been surprised. Nothing about her had been what he expected.
The humans he had interacted with before had been nervous, timid and fear came out of their pores. Lianne was a challenge from dawn to dusk, and her fear never overwhelmed her. She could and would charge forward through any situation.
Training her to be a Hunter was going to take a lot of self-control on his part. Now that he knew the small sounds she made, the scent and softness of her skin in heat, he wanted more.
Training her and keeping his mind on his duties was going to be an exercise in self-control.
He smiled and pulled her tightly against him. His little Hunter. This was going to be fun.
* * * *
The ride home from the education centre was tense. Lianne walked with Sorrok through the halls of the Breeder apartments and opened her door. The moment they were inside, he whirled her and lifted her, pinning her to the door as his kiss ate her alive.
She struggled to peel off her clothing and yanked at his in turn. He whirled with her and set her on the edge of the countertop near the doorway, peeling off the boots and leggings with a few urgent gestures. She tossed her shirt away and removed her bra before he could slice it up. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her panties off her hips, dropping them next to her clothing before crowding her back against the wall.
He opened his trousers, and his cock sprang toward her. She spread her thighs, and he pressed against her. A wince as he went in at too steep an angle turned to a smile of welcome as he shifted his hips. He kissed her with his hand holding her head and pounded into her with ferocity underscored by a constant growl that escalated into a roar as he came, thrusting into her hard and fast.
He shuddered but kept moving, grinding against her. Lianne screamed into his mouth and went limp in his arms. Her body was beyond her control.
She gasped and twitched as he slid in and out of her with slow deliberation to pull every bit of her pleasure free.
He lifted his head and licked at her lips. “I think we should schedule something in at lunch, just to take the edge off.”
She chuckled weakly, holding onto his shoulders for support. “It might not be a bad idea, but the librarian would be a little upset.”
“Not if you and I remain silent.”
She paused for a moment and then cackled as the likelihood of that tickled her.
He nodded. “You are right. Not practical. I will have to run the options past Iktabi.”
She snorted and shifted. “I think I am sticking to this sideboard.”
He lowered her legs and pulled out of her, carrying her to the bedroom and the shower.
They were going out for dinner, and it wouldn’t do for them to smell of cum, no matter what Sorrok said.
Back at the noodle place from their first date, Sorrok had a foolish grin on his face.
Lianne scowled. “I don’t care what you think you can smell. I am not pregnant. It has been a fucking day.”
“Precisely. I still think you should go to a med centre to check.”
“Tomorrow. Things won’t change much in twenty-four hours.”
He smiled as their food arrived. “You went from single to hunted to Breeder in a day. Don’t be surprised by what happens next.”
She made a face but wondered about the possibility.
The Nool smiled. “Yes, you have started gestation. Congratulations. We can see three viable embryos, and we will remove them for you before they interfere with your system.”
Lianne bolted upright. “Remove them?”
“Of course.” The Nool looked to Sorrok, as if asking him to explain.
Sorrok held her hand, and he whispered in her ear. He explained why she was there, why all the humans were there, and that her children would still be hers, but they needed more of them.
Growing an army took a lot of fighters, and her two boys and girl were the start of the new Human-Rrassic.
Author’s Note
So, Brace for Humanity has started. Yay! Each book will highlight a different species. Heart of the Hunted will concentrate on the Luthin and the anomaly at the port.
Bree was kidnapped and smuggled out of Imrahl, and she wakes up somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. Survival on the new world takes precedence as she fights for her freedom against colonists and is stalked by a Hunter focused on bringing her back to Imrahl.
Yeah, it is weird for me, too.
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specialises in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.
