The Alien Bounty Hunters Complete Series: Books 1-8

by Mills, Michele

  “What?” Why should she run?

  A moment of indecision caught her unaware. Run? Then, she took a few steps back, because something inside of her was building, already saying this idea made absolute sense. Her pulse raced. She shifted on her feet, restless. The call to run echoed in her mind, gaining in intensity.

  Run. Run. Run.

  Suddenly it all unified with sparkling clarity—this was the chase, and it was her job to make it hard.

  “Run,” he repeated.

  So she ran. Sara whipped around and sprinted into the dark forest.

  She laughed as she took off, her legs pumping. She leaned into it, using her arms for momentum, her breaths paced in short bursts. Running was her favorite exercise, but that was with specially fabricated running shoes. Running half naked and barefoot in a dark, unknown forest was fucking hard. Her feet immediately hurt like hell. Every rock, branch, or seedling jabbed her foot or scratched her legs.

  Shit.

  But this didn’t mean she stopped, she just kept going, pushing herself harder. Harder. Because that huge male was somewhere behind her and she had to make this head start count.

  A familiar roar echoed in the forest.

  Damn.

  She ran faster, dodging a boulder and leaping over a fallen log. He was closer now, tearing up the ground behind her. At first it was distant, but now his giant breaths were staccato bursts in the background, spurring her forward.

  Raindrops splattered across her face, changing everything. The enchanted forest instantly altered into a spooky timberland. Thunder cracked overhead. Sara gasped as the wind picked up, blowing her hair back.

  A bolt of lightning struck a tree nearby, splitting it wide open. She screamed. The tree was so tall the top disappeared into the night, and oh fuck, it was toppling down and… Syrin scooped her up in his arms and swerved as half the tree crashed to the ground behind them.

  He continued to run through the forest, cradling her in his massive arms. The rain turned from a spray to a torrential downpour, like someone had turned on a faucet. Water pounded against the ground, alongside the steady beat of Syrin’s feet.

  But she had to get away. This chase was not over. She twisted and kicked in his wet grip, her nails scraping across his chest. He slipped and they both fell onto ground that was half dirt, half water. Sara rolled in the mud. It pasted her tunic to her torso, clogged her hair and swiped across her face. She didn’t care. She was busy beating on her male, forcing him to the ground and away from her thighs, which he was relentlessly trying to separate.

  He dropped on top of her, his knees in the mud.

  “No,” she screamed. His lips fell on hers, smothering her aggression. She bit the hell out of him and his fangs scraped across her tongue and…pure bliss. His lips were a damn drug she was never able to combat. A claw cupped the back of her head, and she opened her mouth as he deepened the kiss, dominating her with the magic of his taste.

  The warm rain continued to fall, pouring, cleansing. His claw reached down and fingered her core, penetrating and testing. She couldn’t stop herself from raising her hips, seeking out his rough touch. A growl of approval rumbled in his chest.

  Lightening cracked across the sky, illuminating the giant male crouched over her. His shaft bobbed and tapped against her leg as he pulled her into position.

  Sara sucked in a sharp breath.

  How was that monstrous cock going to fit?

  But…she didn’t want to wait. She’d waited long enough. All those nights and mornings, with her husband’s claws in her folds, never penetrating, always fingering her to orgasm but leaving her empty, as her core had clenched around…nothing. He hadn’t even allowed her to touch him through the cloth of his suit. She was so hungry and wet for his cock she wanted to weep.

  She was a virgin and it was going to hurt like ten thousand suns but she did not care. She needed him that bad.

  “Fuck me, now,” she snarled.

  The head of his erection rubbed against her wet entrance. Dark eyes met hers. His jaw clenched. Then he thrust inside, balls deep. Hot, long and scorching. She screamed and thrashed underneath him because it was like being stabbed. He rutted, plunging in and out. Primitive and untamed and exactly what she needed.

  Because, in a moment the shock of pain converted to overwhelming pleasure, his giant cock scraping against parts of her she didn’t know existed, finding every spot inside that needed his immediate attention. She tilted her hips and wrapped her legs over his hips. He plunged deeper and she moaned with pleasure.

  His huge body slammed against her hips and the orgasm began to build. Hard shaft tunneling through soft muscle, wet and aching. He continued to reach a spot, again and again that was building in intensity. He wasn’t even touching her clit, he didn’t need to. She felt the orgasm build down deep.

  She threw her head back and screamed as the wave of release tore through her mind and soul. Her core clenched around his plunging shaft. His thrusts continued, uneven. He stilled above her as his cock throbbed and warmth rushed inside. She felt every moment of his release, and it was magical.

  He dropped on top of her, panting, and pulled her over to their side, his arms circling her tenderly, protecting her from the gentle rain.

  “I love you,” she whispered, as a sigh of contentment left her chest. And her eyes fluttered closed.

  14

  The next time Sara woke up, she was on an actual bed. This time there were pillows, sheets and everything. No dirt, or hard metal bunk. No enchanted forest with thunder and lightening. Just the soft sound of her husband’s light growls from behind her and his huge, rough claws roaming over her naked body; his ridged erection already nudging at her wet entrance.

  “Mmm,” she sighed, not caring one bit how long this had been going on, only happy that it was actually happening. Because, waking up in a soft bed to an enormous Xylan warrior behind her, making love to her with his monstrous cock was certainly no hardship.

  His nose pressed next to her ear and she felt the rise of his powerful chest as he inhaled her scent. “Good morning,” he whispered.

  She smiled and reached back to cup his head, pulling him in. He immediately understood her intent and dove in for a searing kiss. Holy gods she loved his kisses. He was the grand master of kissing. His tongue slipped inside the seam of her mouth and she was already moaning against his lips.

  And they were both naked, with nothing but thin white sheets to kick aside.

  “Please,” she whispered, because the idea of waking up to him thrusting inside of her, instead of being denied his hot length was still a treat she couldn’t live without. She lifted her legs just enough, tilting her backside for easier access. Then he was sliding inside. Hot, long and oh so hard. She gasped as the pleasure hit her like a blast of energy.

  His arm went around her and over her waist and delved between her legs, rubbing at that spot where she needed him most. And then his hips began slamming against her as he drilled inside while the tip of his claw worked magic against her clit.

  “Oh honey,” she choked. This male was everything. All the things. And he didn’t even know.

  Her orgasm was swift and hard, rocking through her like a thunderstorm. She gasped, clenching the sheets in her fist as she rode out the pleasure.

  His cock twitched and he let out a hoarse groan as his cum jetted inside.

  “Dear gods,” she whispered.

  They both lay quiet, and close, their breaths evening out. He pulled out and Sara whimpered at the loss. She turned in his arms, facing him, giant arms surrounding her and her cheek against his amazing pectorals. His chin rested on her head.

  “You know, none of this surprises me,” she informed him.

  He squeezed her tighter. “It doesn’t?”

  “I knew you were the one for me the moment I saw you,” she admitted.

  His shoulders shook with mirth. “I was shackled and wearing a prison-issue orange jumpsuit. You didn’t know I was there undercover and
you thought I was an actual convict serving a real sentence. And I was a berserker who could have killed you, and you thought I was the male for you?”

  She shrugged. “Yes.”

  “It is true you felt desire for me, I could smell your physical reactions.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the image of him knowing she desired him the whole time she was trying to talk him into becoming her protector. “You knew I was attracted to you during intake and when we were first in our cell together?”

  “Yes,” he nodded against the top of her head. “As did Trax and Rengeli. They can also scent your physical reactions.”

  She groaned. “I want the ground to swallow me up.”

  “I wasn’t concerned.”

  She crooked an eyebrow. “You weren’t?”

  “No. Females have this reaction toward me often. I was used to ignoring it.”

  “What?” She pulled out of his embrace and sat up. “Hold on, you were used to females you came into contact with desiring you and you ignoring them so it was no big deal to you that I also desired you?”

  His lips twitched and his hazel eyes sparkled. “Yes.”

  “This isn’t funny Syrin…you’re telling me I was just another female in a long list of females who’d wanted you and you ignored. In fact, I was the colorless human female who was probably going to jeopardize your mission.”

  He stared at her, quiet, which was ten times more frustrating.

  She pursed her lips and stood up, pulling the sheet around her. “So, even though I fell in love with you the moment I met you,” she said, her voice cracking, “you just thought I was an annoying human. I was nothing to you. Thank you for that, thank you very much.” It wasn’t like this was new. Of course he’d felt that way at the beginning, it had been obvious, but…every feeling she’d ever had her whole life of not being loved, or wanting love and the other person not giving one shit about her, returned tenfold, piercing her heart in the same way it always had, her whole damn life.

  For some reason it had been important to her that in this one instance, this one time, it was different and maybe someone had actually cared about her, from the very beginning.

  “You fell in love with me the moment we met?” he asked, confusion marking his Xylan features.

  She snorted. “Of course, I did. You’re the sexiest male I’ve ever seen, and that includes when you’re fully clothed, and you’re smart and loyal. But you thought I was annoying, one of your groupies,” she huffed, trying to ignore his amazing chest and the way the white sheet barely covered the bulge between his thighs. It wasn’t fair that he was so damn handsome. It was distracting. She started walking toward the restroom. “I can’t believe this.”

  He stood up, naked, towering over her with acres of gorgeous royal pigment and epic thighs. “Wait.” His claw was on her shoulder, turning her around.

  She clenched her jaw and looked away, tucking the sheet tighter around her breasts. Mad. Embarrassed. Feeling like the most worthless…

  “My Be’Ih,” he sighed, and wrapped his enormous arms around her and pulled her in close, his lips pressing against her forehead. His warmth, his scent and her cheek against his chest brought tears to her eyes. Her shoulders loosened and she melted into his embrace. Damn him. “You are human,” he murmured against her hair. “But I didn’t care that you are colorless. Your skin is soft and your pigment is pleasant against mine. You smell like Gardonian flowers and your scent brings me to my knees.”

  “That’s lovely, but you didn’t feel any of that until later,” she whispered, “and I don’t know, it embarrasses me that I chased you around and you felt nothing. It hurts. I can’t help it, it makes me feel like I care more for you than you do for me.”

  “No,” he said with rough strength. “No, you are wrong.”

  “Wrong?”

  “The moment I met you, I was obsessed with protecting you and I watched every move you made. And within the first diurnal cycle I had already acclimated to your coloring. And…I’ve always found your scent alluring.”

  “But you weren’t attracted to me.”

  “No, I wasn’t. Xylans cannot physically be attracted to another being besides their mate. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. You were fascinating. And I didn’t mind sharing a bunk with you.”

  She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. “You didn’t? Could’ve fooled me.”

  “I was angry only because it made it more difficult to avoid testing mating compatibility. Remember, I didn’t know that as my Bride you could tame my berserker. I thought my berserker would kill you. I was trying to save your life by keeping you away.”

  She pushed back to look up into his face. His chin tilted down. “You’re saying you liked me, cared for me, before we tested compatibility?” she asked.

  “Yes. I usually ignore all females who feel desire for me. You were the only one I was obsessed with.”

  “I was?”

  He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, and kissed her palm, those sexy fangs peeking out from perfect lips. “If things had been different I would have formally asked the Manager of your line to test mating compatibility because I thought there was the possibility that we were a match.”

  “Really?” she croaked. So, so classy.

  His hand possessively rested on her hip. He put a finger under her chin, lifting her eyes up to meet his. “Yes. And we will talk about this more, later. For now, we must get ready. There are many others on this ship, waiting for us to come out of our mating confinement in order to implement plans.”

  “Many others? Who?”

  “Trax and Rengeli. And Joyzal and his Bride, Jacole. Jacole is also human, but from the planet Earth.”

  “No way! She’s from the original planet?”

  “Yes, you will meet her. But first, there was a confirmation in long range scanners that a prison convoy is following us.”

  “Well, shoot, you should’ve said that first. Let’s go then.”

  Sara followed Syrin down the halls of his high-tech space ship, her eyes wide. “This is a nice,” she tried to say, still chewing on a mouth full of ration bar.

  Syrin grinned down at her and stopped to place a hand over a door panel. He also handed her the coffee cup he’d been holding. She took a sip, swallowing down the last of her breakfast as the doors shooshed open, and stepped into the main heart of the ship. Music was thumping, a strange beat she’d never heard before, but one she immediately liked.

  As she entered the Bridge, her eyes swept the consoles and examined all the tell-tale signs of system integration. She recognized the configuration of glowing lights on the panels instantly and gasped. A huge, genuine, goofy smile that was impossible to hide broke across her face. Her eyes scanned the area and she realized quickly that this ship was sleek, pricey and decked out with the best of everything. The absolute best, stuff that was hard to get. All the expensive system technology she’d always wanted to try out, and admired, but couldn’t possibly afford. Basically, she was always hacking her own stuff to bring it up to half the grade this setup was, naturally.

  “Computer?” she questioned softly.

  “This is the ship’s computer. How may I help you, Sara of One?”

  Sara snort-laughed. It already knew her name! And it was speaking to her in New Earth-accented English! It had even turned the music off so she could hear better. Fucking fabulous.

  She glanced over at her new husband.

  He nodded. “I told it to accept you and to give you the highest security clearance.”

  Well then…

  If anything, her smile grew even bigger.

  “I need overrides from the initial analyst and the logo of this architect,” Sara ordered the computer’s AI as she strode over to the empty seat in front of the analyst station. “Unlock this station for Sara of One and transfer your design plans to me in holographic form.”

  “Affirmed.”

  She sat down at the chair
in front of the console and placed her coffee in the cup holder. An analyst position wasn’t technically necessary on this ship since they had top-of-the-line AI, but everyone knew AI needed oversight. It was reckless to have AI running your…anything…without at least intermittent biological sentient management. And she had to know who the architect of this system was, because she hadn’t noted a signature anywhere yet and…

  “Oh shit, she’s the real thing, isn’t she?” a female voice said. “You guys weren’t kidding. We have a real system’s analyst on our team now. Hurray!”

  That was when Sara realized there were other beings on the Bridge, too, and she was being rude and ignoring them. Oops.

  She turned her chair around to see five sets of eyes staring at her. The first two were Trax and Rengeli, who she was so happy to see alive again she squeaked with joy and immediately sprinted off her chair and ran to give them big hugs. They both looked confused at first when she put her arms around each of them, not understanding her strange human custom, but Sara hugged them each anyway because dammit, they were alive and out of that terrifying prison and she was giddy with relief.

  Someone growled. Sara turned to see her husband, watching her touch his two friends, his features a dark thundercloud. She walked over and placed a hand in his claw and put a soothing palm on his chest, over his two beating hearts. She looked into his reddened eyes and stood on her tip toes to give him a light kiss. “You’re fine,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”

  “You two are so cute together, I can’t handle the cute,” a voice said.

  Sara finally noticed the other members of their party—a tall human female with a wide smile and sparkling black eyes, and another huge Xylan male who was lighter-skinned than her husband.

  The woman stepped forward. “Hi, I’m Jacole,” she said in unusually accented English. “And this is my husband, Joyzal. We’re both Bounty Hunters and we’re so happy to meet you. And as you can tell I’m human, but I’m not from New Earth, I’m from the original planet.”

  Sara was totally star struck, like meeting a celebrity. “You’re…you’re,” she gushed.