Nightmare Hunter_The Cursed

by Averi Hope

  Turning, people shifted out of her way as she headed back down the pristine hallway. He followed the swaying of her perfect ass, pushing himself harder as he felt his right leg start to limp. Cadets moved out of his way, shooting him pointed glares.

  “Female! Wait!”

  She didn’t slow, which only fueled his rage further. Didn’t she ever just obey?

  When she paused outside her door and began entering the code, he caught her hand in his, pulling it away from the pad.

  To his annoyance, she smiled.

  Who the hell kept knocking the breath from his lungs? He shouldn’t care that such a beautiful woman was smiling at him. And the only reason to find himself obsessed with her lush mouth was because he was busy imagining that sweet mouth around his cock again.

  To his shock, he hardened at just the thought.

  Because you haven’t yet fully satisfied yourself with her.

  “About our bet…”

  Now she perked up. “Yes?”

  “We have a break between classes, and I’ve got clearance to fly Zenon for a few hours. Are you available?”

  She nibbled her lip. “Am I available? Hmm…”

  God, she’s so damn sexy.

  It took her a painfully long time to answer. Maybe this was a mistake. I should’ve just followed her into her room and buried myself in her, despite my aching body. I won’t be able to think clearly until I do.

  “Okay,” she said.

  The relief he felt bothered him. Why did he care that she got to fly in his ship? He’d never allowed a human on it before. He should have put off allowing her on it. No, I’m a man of honor. I want to follow through on my word, that is all.

  And you have plans for her.

  He pushed aside the thought. “Come on then.”

  They walked together to the elevator. When the doors slid shut, she turned and pressed herself against him. He hissed from the pain in his chest and stomach, but despite that felt his manhood growing.

  She peered up at him seductively. “I thought you might like that, big boy.”

  And then, to his horror, she reached down and curled her hand around him.

  He groaned. “Female. Stop. There’s nowhere to…”

  She stroked him through his tight uniform pants, stealing his every thought. He closed his eyes as his need grew. Take her here and now.

  The elevator chimed, and she was away from him in an instant.

  It took him a second to open his eyes and stare, once again, at her firm ass swaying as she made her way out of the elevator.

  Damn tempting female.

  As he started after her, he was startled to discover a human male talking to her. Mine! He strode over to them and slid a hand around her hip, to rest on her lower back.

  The man glanced at Caleb, his voice faltering for half a second before continuing. “So if you wanted to meet at the club tonight—“

  “She’ll be busy. With me.” Caleb towered over the blond-haired male and was satisfied when he flinched, then took a step back.

  “Caleb, relax,” Erin said, running her fingertips over the muscles of his stomach, before turning back to the human. “Greg, maybe we’ll try to figure out a time to hang out. Okay?”

  Greg’s whole demeanor changed. “You’re actually fucking this Keltair, aren’t you?”

  Caleb clenched his fist. This human is going down. His muscles tensed in preparation for the fight they would have. It would be brief. Very brief.

  “Oh, Greg,” Erin said, her voice soft and sweet, “of course I am. He’s a big, sexy Keltair. And if you really want to know, he’s also big in all the ways that count. Why wouldn’t I be fucking him?”

  Greg’s eyes widened. “You’ve—got—to be—“

  She leaned in closer to him and winked. “If you hear me screaming his name, don’t assume it’s some kind of human-Keltair battle going down, okay? He’s probably just going down on me.”

  Flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder, she sexily strutted away.

  Caleb forgot about the other male. He’d follow his female anywhere. His?

  She was unlike anyone he ever imagined. She was brave to the point of being foolish. Her fighting was that of a cornered Telusian dragon, vicious and unexpected. And when he’d been injured…no one had ever treated him with such gentleness. As he’d held her during her nightmare, he’d been overcome by her. It seemed impossible for such a creature to exist, so soft one moment, a warrior the next.

  Doing a small spin just as she reached the exit, she turned back to him. Standing in her dark blue uniform in the center of the bright, ridiculously tall ground floor of the academy, she took his breath away. One side of her mouth quirked up, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

  He hurried toward her, pulling the damned female against him and crushing her mouth to his. He didn’t even care about the residual pain of his swollen face. Sparks flew between them. She groaned and ran fingers through the back of his hair. He ground her hips against his erection, then plunged his tongue into her mouth. Heat spread through him.

  She pulled back from his kiss, panting.

  He tried to catch her lips again.

  “Caleb! I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, but here someone’s likely to shout ‘get a room’ at us.”

  He ground her against his cock again.

  Her cheeks flushed.

  “Excellent advice,” he said, opening the door.

  Putting a possessive hand on her hip, he led her out the archway leading into the gardens. They wove past the nightclub tucked in one corner, vines nearly swallowing the stumpy building, and down a path.

  A short time later, they came upon his ship. Zenon. The ship was his pride and joy. And for some reason, it was important to him that Erin meet his ship, and that the ship like her.

  Have you lost your mind? She’s a human. Father would never live it down.

  Or maybe all the blood in your cock came straight from your brain.

  He took a deep breath. “Meet Zenon.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  The last time Erin had been in Caleb’s ship, she’d been so busy trying to escape a possible kidnapping that she hadn’t stopped to fully appreciate the beauty of a living ship. Now, however, she had all the time in the world. Zenon, as Caleb had called her, was incredible.

  Reaching out gently, Erin stroked the deep green of her hull. The ship vibrated softly beneath her touch, or perhaps it was her imagination. Walking slowly along the length of the spacecraft, she was amazed by the combination of plant and technology.

  A spike of jealousy buried itself in her stomach. Why did these creatures only bond with Keltairs? She would love one for herself.

  “Do you like her?” Caleb asked, his voice soft.

  She turned to him, sensing nervousness behind his dark eyes. “I love her. Caleb, she’s beautiful. Just amazing. Can we really fly her?”

  His lips curved into a smile that made her heart stop. “Of course.”

  He leaned in, crowding her back against the side of the ship. For a minute she thought he’d kiss her again, and heat grew in her core. But his hand brushed the hull of Zenon, and a door opened, a ramp forming below.

  “Want to take a ride?”

  Her entire body tingled with anticipation. “Hell, yeah.”

  Stepping into the ship, she was surprised by how bright it was. Windows peeked from the walls, and tiny white flowers flowed along the vines, glowing softly. It was more beautiful than she remembered.

  The door closed behind them.

  She circled the small area, letting her fingers glide along metal and vegetation, until she came to the front of the craft, where two chairs sat at the control panel, staring out a large window into the gardens.

  He sat gingerly on one of the chairs.

  He’s still hurting, though he tries not to show it.

  “Ready?”

  Excitement buzzed through her. She sat down on the other chair, and they bo
th buckled up. He reached out and touched his palm to a large square of green on the control panel. Beneath his touch, the green seemed to melt. The ship hummed softly, and suddenly, seemingly effortlessly, they were rising from the ground.

  “Wow,” she whispered reverently.

  It was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Like flying in the belly of dragon, rather than a metal machine. The ship maneuvered like a bird, banking and soaring. As they rose higher and higher, she laughed, amazed by the strange sensation. Soon they left the atmosphere and entered space. Only then, did he take his palm away from the controls, and turn to her.

  Words bubbled out before she could stop them. “This is incredible. I thought I loved flying before, but this is like something entirely new. She moves so smoothly, so gracefully. I can’t imagine technology ever being able to compare with this.”

  She unbuckled, and he followed.

  Peering around the ship, she laughed. “Zenon is something else…”

  He pulled her against him.

  Her gaze met his. His emotions were written clearly on the strong lines of his face. They washed over her, stealing her breath. Never had she seen a man look at her like that, as if he cared for her, as if he was amazed by her. As if… her heart stammered.

  “I’m so glad you like her.” He ran a finger along the line of her jaw, and she shivered. His gaze said far more than his words ever could.

  She leaned into his touch. “You know. You’ve ruined me now.”

  He frowned. “Ruined you?”

  Smiling, she pressed a light kiss to his fingertips. “Yes, for other ships. How am I ever supposed to fly something else?”

  He took a step away from her. “I want to show you something.”

  She instantly missed the feel of him so close to her. He wasn’t just warm and comforting; he had somehow become familiar in a way that sent her blood singing through her veins.

  Maybe it wasn’t just his ship that had ruined her.

  “This way.” He turned and walked to the center of the ship. Pressing his fingers to the wall, a circle opened above him. Using steps she hadn’t seen before, he climbed up into the ceiling. She followed after him, nervousness and excitement bubbling through her stomach.

  She gasped as she came through the ceiling into the upper level of the ship. The entire high-domed ceiling of this level was made up of square glass, with vines covered in glowing white flowers woven between the squares. Space was all around them, stars glittering in the vast darkness.

  It took her a second to look at the actual room, too overcome by the beauty of the unique ship’s design. It was sparsely decorated, with a large bed to one side, and an equally impressive desk to the other. But even though there was little that felt personal about the dark wood furniture and silver bedspread, the patterns of swirling flowers on the walls gave the room a strangely personal touch. A beauty like nothing she could compare it to.

  “I’ve envisioned this room from the first time I was handed Zenon.” Caleb was watching her again, his expression guarded.

  She closed the distance between them, running her hands from his chest up to his broad shoulders. “I would’ve never had the imagination to create something this beautiful.”

  He closed his hands over hers. “You’re the only person I’ve ever shown this room to, besides my father.”

  His words raised every hair on her body. She should be afraid. The last thing she wanted was to see this man as anything more than a sexy alien to satisfy her every desire. But he’s already more than that to you. She pushed the dangerous thought aside and rose on her tiptoes, needing his kiss more than she needed her next breath.

  “Last time,” he said, his husky voice sending heat shooting through her stomach, “we did things your way. This time, we do things the Keltair way.”

  Need and excitement raced through her. “And what way is that?”

  He reached for the buttons on her shirt. “I’m the male.”

  She tilted her head, doing nothing to stop his nimble fingers as they moved from one button to the next. “What does that mean?”

  He undid the last one and slid her shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of dark blue fabric. “That means I’m in charge.”

  A shiver made its way down her spine. “I’m always in charge.” Her voice came out as husky as his own.

  His gaze traveled down to the translucent black lace barely covering her breasts. “Then it’s about time for something new, don’t you think?”

  “I wore this just for you,” she murmured.

  His eyes darkened, and he reached out, brushing his warm fingers against one nipple and then the other. She gasped as her nipples hardened, straining against the soft fabric.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. His fingers trailed through the valley between her breasts and down her stomach. They stopped at the button to her uniform slacks. “Still sure you want to be in charge?”

  She couldn’t breathe for a long second. “Caleb…”

  He undid the button, then slid down the zipper. Her pants joined her shirt on the floor. His hot gaze traveled to the scrap of lace that matched her bra.

  “Those…” He met her gaze, murmuring, “can’t possibly be considered underwear.”

  She took a deep breath, trying to calm her voice before speaking. “Are you complaining?”

  “Always such an attitude,” he whispered, moving closer to her.

  Their gazes met and held.

  She gasped as he slid the lace aside and slid one finger inside her. Her knees nearly caved, but his other arm wrapped around her and held her as his finger slid tortuously slowly back out, then back inside her again.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned, closing her eyes as trembles racked her body.

  He is right. I don’t want to be in charge, not if it means feeling like this.

  “You’re so wet,” he groaned into her hair, his rhythm increasing.

  Her knees did give out then, but he didn’t let her fall. Instead, his magical fingers left her body and he picked her up. She whimpered in frustration, a sound so foreign that it took her a moment to realize it’d come from her own lips.

  Instead of taking her to the bed, he set her down in front of his desk. His need-filled gaze met her own. “Take it off.”

  She reached for the clasp between her breasts.

  “No,” he commanded. “The underwear.”

  With trembling fingers, she slid the scrap of lace down her legs, letting it drop to the floor beneath her. Without being told, she placed her hands on the desk behind her and spread her legs, thrusting her breasts toward him.

  “Shit,” he groaned, and the curse was music to her ears.

  He was on her in an instant, one hand brushing up her spine and the other going to her core. He stroked her once, making her cry out in shock and surprise.

  He cursed again, stepping back. He didn’t bother with the buttons on his shirt, but simply tore it off, throwing it over his shoulder.

  For a second the sight of him was almost too much. The heat. The power of his movements. Am I really going to orgasm from the view of his spectacular body? She ground her teeth together. No. She had more self-control than that.

  Still, she loved to see him like this. His golden-bronzed skin, the hard muscles of his stomach and chest. His desire barely under control. It sent waves of need through her that left her hot and bothered in a way she never had been before in her life.

  He undid the buttons on his pants and they fell in one quick motion.

  He wore nothing beneath.

  She drank in the sight of his large manhood. Before, things had been so quick, so unexpected, she’d really had no more than an impression of how large he was. Now, she knew. He was huge. So large that she wanted nothing more than to take him in her mouth, to taste the thing that left her wet and painfully aroused.

  She reached for him.

  He took a step back. “No. Turn around.”

  She
didn’t give a damn about his orders and grabbed him anyway. A groan ripped from his lips as she knelt down and took him in her mouth.

  “Erin, no. No.” But the words were a chant as he rocked back and forth, his expression pained.

  She took him in and out, bringing him so deep she had to fight an instinct to gag. But inside of frightening her, it only turned her on more. She hummed against him, reaching out to stroke the sensitive parts of him that didn’t quite fit in her mouth.

  He cried out and drew back from her. “Gods, woman. Do you want me to finish right now?”

  She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Maybe I want to taste you.”

  His hands fisted, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the fire burned her to the core. This is a Keltair male in charge.

  Half of her wanted to run, but there was really nowhere to go.

  And then, he was on her, spinning her and pushing her facedown on the desk. Her hardened nipples brushed the smooth surface, and she felt the heat of his body as he covered her from behind.

  One hand slid around to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra, thumbing the tender nubs. Then, it slid down her spine, making every hair on her body stand on end.

  “You want to taste me?” he growled sexily into her ear. “Maybe I want to taste you.”

  His large hand ran along her ass, sweeping down to her womanhood, one finger flipping into her from behind. She cried out, unable to control herself. Her core was throbbing, and when he removed his finger, it felt painfully empty.

  She heard him suck his finger, and then he groaned. Her body trembled in response.

  “I’m going to enter you now,” he whispered.

  His manhood pressed against her ass. He slid it along her butt cheeks, then down almost to her core. Her legs shifted in anticipation, but his cock continued its slow, torturous rubbing against everything except where she wanted him.

  “Damn it, Caleb,” she groaned, running out of patience. “Fuck me.”

  In an instant, he plunged inside her.

  She screamed in utter pleasure.

  His hands rested on her hips.

  She tried to wiggle, to force him to begin the rhythmic movements that would send her into an orgasm unlike anything. But he held her still with his hard grip.