Hunted by the Alien Vampire: An Alien Abduction Romance (The Hunt Book 4)

by A. M. Griffin

  “But you did.”

  “You mean, had someone who got me pregnant twice?” She chuckled, but it didn’t sound jovial. “Yeah, there was somebody. I was stupid for thinking that he loved me. He didn’t. I was a toy. The flavor of the month.”

  “We don’t have to talk about that right now. It seems we’re both discussing things that make us sad tonight,” he joked.

  She walked her fingers across his chest. “You’re right. Let’s talk about something else.”

  “I know what. I’ve been doing some reading.”

  “Oh, Jesus. I hope you weren’t rereading your human manual.” When she laughed, it was for real this time.

  “I’ve made it to the sexual intercourse chapter.”

  “Oh, really? Was there anything interesting there?”

  “It mentioned that I should reciprocate oral sex.”

  She laughed again. “That’s always welcomed.”

  “I want to do this. Can I?”

  “Well, of course.”

  “And you’ll tell me what to do?”

  “You’ve never performed oral sex before?”

  “No.”

  She stilled. “Fanian. When you said that you never had a serious girlfriend before, does that mean that you haven’t had any girlfriends before?”

  “I was a child when I left my homeworld, and when I came here, there were pressing matters to attend to. Like trying to find someplace to live, food, a job, things like that. Females and sex were not on my radar.”

  She pushed up to look at him. “But when we were in The Hunt, you said, something like, ‘you would be a more than willing participant.’ Like you were some sex expert.”

  He lifted a shoulder. “It seemed witty and a perfect response. I’ve never been with a female before, that doesn’t mean that I’ve never heard the banter that goes on between male and female.”

  “Huh. I would have never guessed you were a virgin. You were…quite skilled.”

  Uncomfortable with the topic, he was quick to add, “I said I’ve never done it, that doesn’t mean that I haven’t seen the act before.”

  Miranda’s lips curled back. “Gross. So you go somewhere and watch other people do it?”

  “Go somewhere? There’s no need. I can watch it on the hologram from the comforts of my room.”

  She smirked. “It’s oddly comforting to know there’s porn in space. That sounds…normal.” Then she looked at him. Her eyes held a devious gleam. His stomach tightened and his cock hardened. “But lucky for you, I’m a good teacher. You won’t need to read how to do it in books or watch a video.”

  She pulled back the blanket and flung a leg over his torso, straddling him. Fanian liked this position, and Miranda seemed to enjoy it as well.

  “I’m your most willing student,” he murmured. His gaze was glued to her. She lifted her shirt over her head, revealing round breasts with dark nipples.

  “Before we start your lesson, I have a question.”

  “Is this going to be as embarrassing for me as your last question?” Where he’d had to admit he’d never known a female’s touch before her.

  “Why haven’t you asked to drink my blood again? I know that you don’t need to, but I was wondering about it.”

  “I took too much last time and almost killed you. I would never forgive myself if I’d…”

  “I think it was because you went for a major artery your first time. Maybe if we try for something smaller?”

  He gave her what was surely a perplexing look. It had been evident she’d enjoyed it when he’d drank, but surely she wouldn’t trust him to attempt it again. “You want me to do it again?”

  “Besides the passing out part, I actually liked it.”

  “But what if I lose control?” The thought didn’t stop his cock from hardening even more.

  Miranda rocked against him. Her eyes fluttered as she licked her lips. “We’ll start small, but as a back-up plan, can Omni warn you? Like, monitor my vital signs or something?”

  “I can monitor your vital signs and give a warning to Fanian,” the AI chimed in.

  “Omni!” they yelled in unison.

  “You promised not to eavesdrop in the bedroom,” Fanian said.

  “I heard my name.”

  “Well, we did say her name,” Miranda offered.

  “I can make sure she stays safe,” Omni said.

  Fanian’s heart thundered. He did want to taste her. He’d dreamed about drinking her sweet elixir since the last time. But what if he got addicted to her? He would never let her go then. He was precariously close to not letting her go now.

  “Confession time.”

  She raised a dark eyebrow. “Don’t tell me that you didn’t like it last time. I specifically remembered you being rock hard and moaning.”

  His face grew hot at that bit of truth. “Um, no. I wasn’t going to deny that.”

  “Then what’s the matter?”

  “After drinking from you, I lost it. While your blood made me stronger in every way possible, I…craved you. So much that my body rejected the synthetic blood source and it took days for you to leave my system.”

  She crawled up his body, crossing his stomach, chest, and adjusted her knees by his ears. “We’re not going to worry about the what if’s right now.”

  The heat of her met his face. Her arousal had his nostrils flaring. His cock throbbed painfully as his teeth elongated.

  “First, you’ll want to lick my clit.” Her voice had taken on a deep, throaty tone.

  He knew what the clit was. According to the file, he was to lavish attention on it. Fanian brought his hands to palm Miranda’s hips and butt, bringing her down to his mouth.

  His tongue slid across her engorged clit. He could smell the blood beneath the skin. He let out a shuddering moan as her essence met his taste buds.

  Delectable.

  Another swipe of his tongue. He hadn’t imagined she would taste this good. He closed his eyes and continued his licking. Miranda rocked her hips against him. His fingers dug into her skin, encouraging her. Her pussy grew slick, and he made sure to lick her there too. He growled, giving her what she needed, what she demanded.

  “Bite me.”

  No. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  As he ran his tongue along her inner walls, her fingers raked across his scalp to grab a handful of his hair. She pulled on him, grinding his face into her. Fanian relished her taste.

  “Bite me, Fanian,” she demanded.

  She fucked his face feverishly, her grip on his hair taut. He kicked his feet out, hips humping the air with his own growing need.

  “Now, Fanian. Now.”

  He couldn’t hold back any longer. With a growl, Fanian nipped a sharp tooth against her clit. Miranda tensed. Warm blood spilled into his mouth. He took her clit between his lips and sucked. His eyes fluttered closed at the overwhelming deliciousness of her. Miranda grasped his hands, holding him to her. She rocked slowly. Her muscles strained under his fingers.

  “Fanian. Oh, God.”

  He kept drinking. It wasn’t as much as before. This source trickled. He felt like a beggar wanting more, but not deserving of it. His reward was her convulsing on his face and her cum on his chin. When she finished, she didn’t move away immediately. Instead, she rocked against him, smoothing down his hair and murmuring how good of a job he did.

  When he couldn’t take anymore, he flipped her over to her back and grasped her under her knees. Carefully, he pressed her legs back to her shoulders. She was spread wide for him. She grabbed him by his sides, pulling him to settle between her legs. His cock aimed at her, knowing where its home was.

  Fanian sunk into her. Her pussy enveloped him, tight, hot, and wet. He slipped comfortably inside, and her walls quivered around his shaft. Miranda arched her back, stretching her neck to one side as a loud groan left her mouth. That sound only encouraged him to repeat his actions. With each thrust, he went deeper until finally, she took all of him.

  T
aking his time, he tried to burn this memory in his brain forever. He wanted to remember how she felt. The look of unrelenting pleasure splayed across her face. The words of encouragement she murmured to him. The way her nails bit into his skin and scratched his hips. The smell of her arousal in the air. He would remember this moment long after Miranda was gone.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “What about this planet?”

  Miranda ignored Fanian. He’d taken her to four planets, all were a short distance away from the Sket’s homeworld, and on each one, as soon as they’d stepped onto the planet’s surface, he’d asked that same question. She was so used to it that she’d mimicked his words as he’d said them.

  It was weird of him to think she would know something like that right off the bat. No one had ever asked her if Earth was where she’d wanted to raise her family. It was a given. The only option. Now, she was given a choice as to where she wanted to stay. Such decisions couldn’t be rushed. Something Fanian didn’t seem to understand.

  He’d given her the demographics for each planet. They all sounded great; good air quality and breathable (a must!), good educational system, readily available transportation, work opportunities (not that she had a skilled trade applicable to an alien world), fair and trusted government, agreeable weather (she’d wanted a planet with warm weather for most of the year), and population growth so they wouldn’t stand out (too much).

  But she needed more than two minutes on the planet’s surface to determine if she wanted to stay. Besides, anywhere she ended up would be without him. Possibly another reason why after all these weeks of looking, she couldn’t commit to one planet despite his constant prodding.

  “I know you want to get rid of us, but let me look around first. This is a big decision,” she grumbled under her breath as she stepped off the transporter’s ramp and onto the waiting platform.

  She didn’t wear a cloak to hide her face, but Fanian did. According to Fanian and Omni, while Skets didn’t live on this planet, they visited often enough the locals wouldn’t give her a second glance.

  For this trip, she had on light, loose-fitting pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Fanian—or she should say, compliments of Az’ud since they were currently living off the credits he’d paid Fanian to catch her with.

  This sun was a little bigger than Earth’s, per the information Omni had given her. She felt it as soon as she cleared the shuttle. The heat of the sun’s rays immediately hit the back of her exposed neck. She was glad for the bun she’d put her hair in. If she’d worn it down, it would already be sticking uncomfortably to her.

  The other passengers who’d been on the shuttle with them began to meander out and down the plank. They’d all boarded the shuttle at the space station where the Fortitude was docked. Now all twenty-eight passengers were safe on solid ground.

  Miranda took a deep breath and briefly closed her eyes. Fresh air circulated through her lungs. The atmosphere on the ship was too crisp, cold, dry, and recycled. She took in all the different scents, and it felt good. She allowed her head to fall back, letting the heat coat her face. Real light was different, better, than the artificial lighting on the Fortitude.

  Although it was good to be off the ship, she liked living on the Fortitude. After being on board for three months, it had become their home. They took all their meals together. They talked and joked, discussed news, planets, and the goings-on about the ship. At night, he helped her ready the kids for bed and stretched out on the extra bed, listening to her as she read their bedtime stories. They’d fallen quickly into a routine.

  Despite knowing absolutely nothing about space or a spaceship for that matter, Miranda spent her time learning the ropes of ship life. Both Fanian and Omni were excellent teachers. They were also teaching Adam what some of the controls did and how to make minor repairs. And at night…when the kids went to bed…those hours belonged to Miranda and Fanian.

  Fanian started his familiar refrain. “You know I’m not trying to get rid of you. I’m worried. The longer we stay together—”

  “We increase the chances of Az’ud finding us,” she finished for him.

  “If you want to stay away from him, you need to pick a place soon. Az’ud is getting close to finding me. He’s already discovered half of the Fortitude’s fake credentials.”

  She’d heard the string of curses Fanian had let out this morning when he’d found yet another one of the Fortitude’s fake signatures had been burned. With Az’ud closing in on them, she had to stop being picky about where she wanted to settle down. Doing that also meant giving up Fanian, and no matter the danger over their heads, she couldn’t bring herself to do that yet.

  He blew out a breath and ran a hand over his face. “I fear the longer it takes to find me, he’ll begin to grow desperate and contact the Thruul.”

  She instinctively rubbed his arm at the mention of that name. It elicited a lot of stress for him. Many nights he’d awaken confused and disoriented, then remember his family was gone. She’d held and rocked him back to sleep.

  Fanian gave her hand a quick squeeze for the comfort before lifting Adam to sit on his shoulders. He still didn’t trust Adam not to run off again, and frankly, neither did Miranda. Once Adam was settled he re-adjusted Lexi. She was strapped in her carrier around his chest.

  Her heart melted at the site of them. Fanian, her strong hunter, covered with her kids. Their father had never carried them both as Fanian did. Neither had he fussed over them. She didn’t choose this space life, but because of it they’d found Fanian and she wished to God that they could keep him in their lives.

  “Besides, you know you can’t live on my ship indefinitely. Omni said that despite adding vitamins to your food, you’re all still losing the nutrients your bodies need to survive. Humans shouldn’t live on a spaceship, Mishka. You’re getting paler. Omni also says you need sunlight to survive.”

  “We need vitamin D, and yeah, sunlight would help a lot with my coloring.” She lifted her hand and studied her blue, pronounced veins that were the same color as Fanian. She’d never been dark and never tanned well, but she was beyond pale now. Someone back on Earth would mistake her for being sick. “Omni is working on it, though. She’s building a natural sunlamp for us. She’s turning one of the cargo bays into a playground. Besides the natural sunlight, she’s going to add dirt, grass, and trees.”

  “What?! No one asked me about this. What am I supposed to do with my supplies?”

  Miranda smirked. “You mean the junk you hoard? She’s having the bots move them into one of your other two cargo bays.” She patted him on the arm as they started off. “You’ll survive. It won’t be forever, just until I make a decision.”

  Fanian didn’t like to throw away anything. It was like living with a packrat. If it made it onto his ship, it was there to stay. She thought it was cute and also sad. He’d had to leave his galaxy with only the clothes on this back. It was easy to understand why he had such a hard time letting things go. Miranda had hoped once upon a time he’d keep them as well, but all he talked about was getting them to safety and away from him.

  “Come on.” He directed her down a crowded path. “We’re late for our first appointment. The available housing on this planet is well sought after. I don’t want them to give away our spot.”

  “How is this going to work when I don’t have any credits or a job? I was a financial advisor back on Earth, and I doubt there’s something like that here. Besides, I can’t advise when I don’t fully understand this credit system.”

  Not for lack of trying. There was one universal credit system, but some planets had their own system, and on top of that, some people opted for a barter system. It also depended on which financial institution your credit account was set up with. It was all so very confusing.

  “One problem at a time. We’ll find you a home, and you should have enough credits leftover from Az’ud to live comfortably for a while. By the time you run out of credits, I should have more jobs completed and c
an take care of you and the kids.”

  Yet another reason she felt guilty. Fanian wasn’t currently taking any bounty hunting jobs, wasn’t making money, and was forced to live off Az’ud too. Fanian didn’t like it. She saw it on his face with every credit spent.

  “You said you wouldn’t come back after you dropped us off. So how exactly will you be helping us out?” She had to force out the words. It hurt just thinking about him abandoning them.

  No. She had to think of it in different terms. He wasn’t abandoning them. Splitting apart was necessary. Az’ud could track her through Fanian. She knew it was for the best, but that didn’t mean she had to be okay with it or that her heart had to be okay with it either.

  “I can’t come back to visit you.” When he paused, she glanced at him and found the tick in his clenched jaw working overtime. “I’ll transfer credits into your account through a secure banking system.”

  He led her to a building where people waited in line to pass through a security. She’d learned that the nicer planets had such security measures in place. They didn’t let just anyone in. They were selective. Thanks to her new identity chip and biomarkers from Senur, she wasn’t afraid of being stopped.

  “You didn’t steal us from Earth, Fanian,” she whispered as she scanned her comlink over the panel beside the glass door. She kept her voice low, so the guard standing near wouldn’t hear their conversation. Once the door opened, she stepped through and waited on the other side for Fanian and the kids.

  Once through, Fanian led her toward the exit. “I know, but if it weren’t for me, you might’ve had a chance of getting caught by another hunter, someone who was truly looking for a mate.”

  She stepped out onto a bustling sidewalk and almost got trampled by the crowd. Fanian stopped beside her, and with a show of teeth and angling of his body, blocked someone from almost mowing her down.

  “Like I would ever wish one of the other hunters would’ve caught me.”

  She glanced around. There were high buildings, all with the same large city vibe. The buildings looked to be made out of silver glass that reflected the sunlight. Many of the skyscrapers touched the clouds. While that looked normal to her, there were many differences between this place and Earth. The transporters in the sky were a significant difference. They didn’t fly in a random pattern. There was a clear directional path that they all followed. This wasn’t the first planet she’d been on where the sky was used as a mode of transportation, but she would never get used to looking up and becoming scared one of the flying vehicles would come crashing down on her.