“Just like his mother.” He bent down and kissed her, her lush fragrance and the sweet taste of her lips arousing his desire for her.
“My grandfather is joining us for dinner,” he added. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, but he found it difficult to hold any resentment toward a male who so clearly adored both his mate and his son.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said softly as she gently detached a now sleeping Negel.
“I asked him to spend the night.”
“I don’t mind, of course, but why? The river path at night holds no fears for Tanor.”
He scooped up his sleeping son and carried him to the cradle hanging from an overhead branch.
“Because Negel now sleeps for at least three hours after his evening feeding and I have plans for my mate.”
“With Tanor here?”
“Tanor will be here. We will not.”
Her face glowed with excitement. “Where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Hanna smiled at Aidon. “I love your surprises.”
He seemed to delight in showing her new aspects of Pardor, and she enjoyed their explorations just as much. Of course, his surprises could also be considerably more carnal. He would transform his cock from time to time, and although she enjoyed the sensations he provided, she always insisted that he change back to his true form. She suspected that was one reason he continued to do it, because he loved knowing that she wanted him most as himself.
Still, two could play at the surprise game…
After they shared dinner with Tanor, she fed Negel and then settled him in his crib. Trouble lay down next to him, and she bent down and stroked his head.
“You’re such a good boy. You watch over both of them while we’re gone.”
He gave a soft bleat of agreement, and she turned to her waiting mate.
Aidon led her through the moonlit jungle, and she followed silently. She remained alert to her surroundings, but she was familiar now with the quiet rustle of a muri making its way through the undergrowth and the harsh cry of a cravan far overhead, and the night no longer terrified her.
At first she thought he was leading her to the place where Chotgor had been defeated, but he led her past it. Further down the riverbank, a giant twisted tree crouched next to the water, moonlight gilding its branches.
He paused and let her look.
“What do you see?” he asked, and she gave him a puzzled look.
He had taught her this—how to study the subtle clues of the jungle, the change in scent or color or sound that indicated something different. It took a moment, but she finally spotted the curving line of the railing and the platform beneath.
She gasped. “You built me a treehouse?”
She had been telling him some of the stories she remembered from Earth, including The Swiss Family Robinson, and he had been as fascinated with the idea as she had been.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it!”
She threw her arms around him and kissed him. When their lips parted, his eyes burned black and intense. He traced a finger along the upper edge of her sarong, ripples of sensation spreading from that simple touch.
“I thought we could…test it out.”
She smiled up at him, then skipped back out of reach. “First you have to find me.”
“Three seconds,” he growled, and she squeaked and fled into the jungle.
Even after a year, her ability to transform was very limited. She could change the color of her hair—although Aidon always protested and wanted her to change it back—and she could make slight modifications to her skin tone, just enough to help her blend more easily into the jungle. She didn’t think her skills would improve much more, but she didn’t mind.
Aidon liked to challenge her to test those skills in games of hide and seek, but she suspected he had little patience for it tonight. After checking for any signs of danger, she hid between the roots of another tree and used her minimal abilities to camouflage herself. Her heart pounded as she waited, the sensation of being hunted no less thrilling because she wanted to be caught.
A stick snapped to her right, and she pressed closer to the trunk just as a big arm snaked around her waist from the left, lifted her off her feet, and slung her over a broad shoulder. She squealed, then laughed as he carried her back to the treehouse.
“That wasn’t fair.”
“Saachi, would I ever be careless enough to make that much noise?”
“Well, no,” she admitted.
“Exactly. A predator never acts like prey unless it’s a trap.”
“You can put me down now.”
His hand slipped up to caress her bottom. “I think I like you in this position.”
Her breath caught as he kneaded the soft flesh, and she stopped protesting. He carried her up into the treehouse with effortless ease before finally placing her on her feet.
“This is wonderful,” she exclaimed, looking around. A curved vine railing enclosed a big platform resting on one of the giant branches. The front half of the platform extended out over the river, while the rear half was shaded by the rest of the tree. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled shadows that flickered across the floor, and the scent of taranna flowers hung heavy in the air.
As she leaned over the front railing to admire the moonlight sparkling on the water, Aidon stepped up behind her, caging her in the warmth of his body.
“You’re mine now, saachi.”
Anticipation skittered up her spine as she turned and gave him a sultry smile. “I have a surprise of my own.”
“What is it?”
She slipped the sarong off her body. Beneath it she wore nothing but a few scraps of blue silk and some delicate gold chains, an outfit she had carefully constructed from the remnants of her slave costume.
His eyes heated, and he stroked a thumb across the thin silk barely covering a nipple. “Why are you wearing this, my mate?”
“I have very few positive memories of Hothrest, but playing your slave is one of them. Even then, I knew you’d never hurt me.” She bowed her head. “Is there something I can do for you, Master?”
“You are sure?”
“Yes, Master.”
She saw his face change, saw the dominance he usually tried to temper around her come to the front.
“Bend over the railing,” he ordered.
Little tremors of excitement skated across her skin as she obeyed. The position caused her brief skirt to rise, revealing her naked pussy to his lustful gaze.
He stepped up behind her—huge, warm, hers—and cupped her already swollen folds.
“You are very wet. Have you been a bad girl?” His finger slid through her wetness, then circled the hot little bud of her clit.
“N-no, Master.”
“Then why are my fingers drenched in your sweet liquid?” He circled the swollen nub lightly, using just enough pressure to keep her on edge. Even though he wasn’t touching her anywhere else, she could come like this, she realized, her hips lifting almost involuntarily into his touch. Just from his body behind her, his dark, demanding tone, and that skillful finger.
She almost moaned as he left her clit, sliding back through her slippery folds to tease gently at her bottom hole. She loved it when he played with her there, although taking him could be challenging. He didn’t tease her for long before sliding his finger slowly but firmly inside her dark channel. As always, the slight stretch made her gasp.
“Breathe, pet.”
He stroked her back with his other hand as he waited for her to loosen her muscles. As soon as her body relaxed, he began a steady in and out motion, building her excitement. A second finger, then a third, and a wordless cry escaped. He shifted his other hand under her, pressing firmly against her clit to counteract the increasing pressure. Shivers skated up her spine.
“You’re ready, pet.” He didn’t ask permission as he withdrew his fingers and pressed his cockhead to her s
ensitive flesh, sending another shiver of excitement over her even though she knew he would stop immediately if she protested. But she didn’t cry out, and he continued the pressure until at last he breached the tight ring.
She gasped, hovering on the knife edge between pain and pleasure, and he strummed a finger across her clit as he pushed deeper.
“So tight,” he groaned when he finally buried himself completely.
She couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by the sensations battering her body, and he resumed his assault on her clit, still lodged deep inside her.
“Come for me,” he ordered, clamping down on the sensitive bud, and she was helpless to do anything but obey. The fullness inside her only increased the pleasure as she shook in his arms.
As the last ripples of her climax began to fade, he started to move in a slow, steady rhythm that sent fiery waves of heat over her body with each dragging withdrawal and faster thrust. He abandoned her clit, reaching under her to cup her breasts and tease her sensitive nipples. The tingling pressure of her milk-laden breasts added a new layer of sensation, and she felt her body climbing toward another climax.
He groaned as milk dampened his fingers and moved faster, no longer as steady as his urgency increased. Bending down over her, his hips began a pounding rhythm that sent shock waves through her body with each thrust. He pinched a distended nipple, and white lights danced in her vision as her body rushed headlong into another climax. He didn’t stop, continuing to claim her quivering body as she shuddered beneath him. His hands tightened as he pulled her closer to him, pressing frantic kisses to her neck.
As he made one final, impossibly deep thrust, his mouth closed over the claiming mark, and she felt him explode deep inside her, the rush of heated liquid sending a final climax shivering through her. Her knees shook, and if not for his arm beneath her, she would have fallen. As his own shudders ceased, he carefully slipped free, then cleansed them both before collapsing to the ground and pulling her into his arms.
They lay in contented silence, watching the stars through the leaves overhead. Her body felt limp and heavy, slightly sore but completely satisfied.
“Do I get to be the mistress next time?” she asked lazily.
“If you want.”
She laughed, rolling over to look at his face. “I suspect you’d last for exactly one command before you took over.”
“It would depend on the command.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “But I admit, I’m better at commanding than obeying. Does that bother you?”
“Since your commands just made me come three times in a row, apparently not.”
“My perfect mate.”
He bent his head and kissed her, and even though she would have sworn she was completely drained, she found herself responding. They were both breathless when he finally lifted his head.
“As much as I would like to continue our little adventure, our son will need you soon.” He lifted her to her feet and wrapped her sarong around her. “Are you ready to go home?”
“I’m ready to go anywhere with you. I love you, Aidon.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you for freeing me.”
“You freed me in return. I love you, Hanna.”
Together, they went to rejoin their family.
Author’s Note
Thank you so much for reading Hanna and the Hitman! I love being back in the Alien Abduction universe – it feels like coming home. It’s not always an easy place to be but there is always a happy ending waiting. And I think many of us can relate to Hanna as someone who doesn’t feel brave but still manages to find the courage and strength to do what needs to be done.
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Other Titles
The Alien Abduction Series
Anna and the Alien
Beth and the Barbarian
Cam and the Conqueror
Deb and the Demon
Ella and the Emperor
Faith and the Fighter
Greta and the Gargoyle
Hanna and the Hitman
Izzie and the Icebeast
The Alien Invasion Series
Alien Selection
Alien Conquest
Alien Prisoner
Alien Breeder
Alien Alliance
Alien Hope
Cosmic Fairy Tales
Jackie and the Giant
Cyborgs on Mars
High Plains Cyborg
The Good, the Bad, and the Cyborg
A Fistful of Cyborg
A Few Cyborgs More
The Magnificent Cyborg
Treasured by the Alien
Mama and the Alien Warrior
A Son for the Alien Warrior
Daughter of the Alien Warrior
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