Devoured

by Stone, Piper

  Fucking her.

  Using her.

  An odd series of lights flashed in front of my field of vision, vibrant in color and shimmering as if the figures were alive. I couldn’t understand what was happening between us, but I was unable to stop. Every cell and synapse was bursting with energy even as adrenaline rushed into my bloodstream. I was no longer a commanding officer, capable of utter control. I was simply a savage whose hunger knew no bounds.

  I continued plunging my fingers in a crazed manner as her breathing became ragged, moans becoming whimpers of bliss.

  “Mmmm... I...”

  “Come for me, little human. Come on my fingers.” My command was little more than a hiss but wasn’t to be denied.

  She finally opened her eyes, swallowing several times as her body shuddered. The way she rode my hand was incredible, taking every sinful act she hungered for. We were little more than predators mating in the wild.

  But I no longer gave a shit.

  As her body began to jerk, her pussy clenching, I pumped more voraciously.

  “Come for me. Now!”

  I threw my head back, roaring until the echoes surrounded us, my heart racing. The feel of her juice slickening my fingers, the way her body responded to me was incredible.

  And I wanted more.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh!” Her scream matched my sounds, her lips twisting as she humped my invasive fingers. The shimmer on her beautiful face was enigmatic, leaving me unable to look away. I wanted everything from this female.

  Everything.

  Only when her body sagged did I remove my hand, holding my arm into the air until I was able to see the glisten covering my fingers. She took several deep breaths, finally opening her eyes slightly as I slipped the long digits into my mouth, savoring the delicious flavor, my cock aching to the point there was no way I could hold back.

  She watched in fascination as I licked every finger, taking my time to clean each one. When I rubbed the remainder across her lips, she purred in a way that was almost startling.

  The tension in my body needed release. There would be no way of going on until that was achieved. I shoved her over one of the boulders, my hand still wrapped around her neck.

  She opened her legs wide, her moans a powerful aphrodisiac. I was lost in the moment, smacking her reddened bottom several times as a reminder.

  That she belonged to me.

  That she was required to follow my rules.

  I snickered as I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, sliding the tip up and down her slickened pussy. I issued another husky growl before taking her, thrusting my cock past her swollen folds.

  “Oh, God!” She attempted to push up from the rock, panting several times as I pulled all the way out.

  I plunged again. And again. The beast I felt clawing at the surface wanted nothing more than for me to be brutal with her, unforgiving in every manner. I did what I could to keep the rhythm, to push the creature back into his cage. I wanted this to last. The realization seemed odd in my mind. We weren’t just mating. We were becoming one.

  I snarled, pushing the ridiculous thought aside as I drove harder and faster. Every few seconds I swatted her bottom, enjoying the slight whimpers slipping past her lips. Her eyes were closed, a blissful expression crossing her face.

  My entire body began shaking as I fucked her, memories colliding with concerns, images ones I had difficulty understanding. Yet I couldn’t stop. I had to have her.

  Fuck her.

  Claim her.

  It seemed it was my destiny and the very reason I’d been spared. I plunged several times, trying to hold back. When a slight smile crossed her face seconds before she clamped down her pussy muscles, I no longer had control.

  My balls nearly exploded, seed rushing up my shaft. I gripped her hips, more brutal than ever as I pumped franticly.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her animalistic sounds were sweet music.

  The rush as I came, erupting into her was almost perfect.

  But as the memories continued to float in a scattered manner in my mind, I knew that we were in extreme danger.

  The true monster who’d done this was only beginning his horrific game.

  And we were the only two players.

  * * *

  A slight murmur drew my attention, the female curled in a fetal state. I walked closer, gazing down at her. Taking her in such a brutal manner had been unlike me in every way, but in my mind necessary. I had to break her, subdue her natural tendencies in order to achieve my goals. She would do my bidding. My cock stirred again, our species ability to rejuvenate one our innate abilities.

  I flexed my hand, my hunger increasing once again. I couldn’t understand the connection with her, my overwhelming need to consume her. Our kind weren’t this way, more aloof than dozens of other species. Plus, she was human. A growl slipped past my lips.

  How many hundreds of days had I thought about her? How many times had I envisioned her face; her high cheekbones and long neck, rosy lips and eyes that never ceased to bore into me. What I knew is that a certain portion of the images had been implanted, boosted likely by some kind of human drug. While I didn’t fully understand the reasons why, the constant visions had helped keep my mind keen.

  However, the Scorpion hadn’t bothered to erase what had occurred in the bunker, the desire for her remaining violently strong through my entire incarceration. She’d become my drug, fueling the darkness within. Now she belonged to me. I would make good on my promise, taking everything from her I desired.

  Unfortunately, the human scientists had developed the same deep longing that I had for her, likely another part of Scorpion’s game. We weren’t supposed to mate with any other species, a rule that had been imposed for hundreds of years on our planet. Those who’d chosen to break protocol had been sentenced to death. There were so many aspects of what the zookeepers had done that I couldn’t understand, but I knew one thing instinctively.

  Her survival was of the utmost importance.

  I would protect her with my life.

  While I couldn’t trust Annabella, she would lead me to the Scorpion. Even though I found it difficult to believe she had no memory of our experience together, I couldn’t put the remote possibility aside.

  The Scorpion was a sick man in every way.

  I’d also envisioned his face day after day, my mind tormented by the fact I’d allowed him to learn far too much about our people. I’d never been fooled in my two hundred years of existence. The reason for my lack of judgment had been simple. I’d been lured into the luxury that human life had offered.

  Our planet had been devastated by countless wars, luxuries few and far between. Enjoying blue skies and intense scents, succulent food and drink that excited my taste buds had been the perfect ruse. My guard had fallen. I’d even imagined if only briefly about staying on Earth or making a return visit, possibly with others. The Scorpion had seemed interested in the idea, pontificating about what we could learn from each other. He’d spent his personal time interacting with me, fascinated with stories about our planet.

  I should have followed my instincts about him.

  What he’d meant to say was what he could steal from my people in order to make him supreme leader. Others had followed him as if he’d been a god. I knew otherwise. He was what the humans called evil. I’d learned much about their language and their customs, as well as their weaknesses. I would use every single aspect against them in my quest for retaliation.

  I went over the information I’d learned about his true identity once again, much like I’d done a thousand times. There’d been no real indication that he was little more than a power-hungry monster. Perhaps he’d fooled more than just our kind.

  I twisted my hand back and forth, realizing that I was in a weakened state, more so than I should be. I would need to be very careful until I rebuilt my strength. We would need to find a safe haven for at least a day or so. She needed to remember what had occurred. I knew she held a level of im
portance that had yet to be divulged. I also had to face the possibility that she was working with the Scorpion, although I had my doubts. The female was unusual, a fighter much like females on my own planet. My cock stirred just thinking about Annabella. I wanted to take her all over again. I craved tasting her sweet pussy and I would soon enough.

  I watched her as she slept, the beautiful woman who’d haunted my dreams for years. The fact I could read her mind was not only unusual, it was terrifying. Only with a true mate should the extreme connection occur. Had the bastard altered my structure in some way?

  Or had he infused my blood within her system? That was the only plausible answer.

  I twisted my hands together, the anxiety building.

  My hunger for her was unbridled, the need to consume every inch of her something I hadn’t anticipated. While she was still my enemy, her loyalties with her kind, she was now my possession. I had exactly what I needed in order to find the retribution that had plagued my mind for so damn long. There was no remorse with our people, yet I felt closer to her than I’d expected. Never had I felt such a strong connection to any female, Volkodan or otherwise.

  There were those on my planet who considered me harsh, dangerous even among warriors who had no mercy for anyone. Even my own father feared me given my record of kills. During my tenure on the ship, I’d been able to hunt down and capture those responsible for bringing war on our people. I’d had the great pleasure of enacting their sentences, the majority sent out to space. Little did I know that our greatest enemy would be the human race. I bristled at the thought.

  The stupid humans had imprisoned my body, but the bastard scientists and their drugs hadn’t been able to stop my mind during all those wretched years of incarceration. Or my plans. The simple fact remained that I’d allowed us to be captured, something I would atone for if I ever reached Tretonia. While the Scorpion had been learning everything about our people, including our strategic nuances, I’d stood by allowing it to occur. I was responsible for the massacre of our people, the near destruction of our ship, and the theft of the Quantum Unit.

  At least I’d absorbed what humans called dirty secrets. I’d observed their ways, their ridiculous hunger for money and trinkets. I’d learned of their many wars, so many of their kind dying for a chance at taking the ultimate in power.

  Humans.

  Stupid creatures.

  They had no understanding of the Volkodan species. All their testing they’d done, taking samples or our core energy, trying to capture some of our abilities had been futile. Or so I’d believed. However, they’d taken the single most precious item from us, the one we’d fought two other species to regain.

  I had no way of knowing if anyone on our planet was still alive, our communication rendered useless.

  I sighed as I dismantled a portion of the pod, one very similar to those on our ship. I’d worked with their engineers to recreate these very capsules, not knowing they would be used for imprisoning us. What they hadn’t been able to fabricate was the communication system, although I had no doubt they’d tried. I’d been what the humans call a fool. I would rectify that when the light was ripped from the asshole’s eyes. I would never forget the Scorpion’s face the moment I was shoved inside the pod, his eyes highlighting a victory. He’d been the one to engage the system, walking out of the cave with a smirk.

  Sampson O’Rourke, once a prominent man in the American military.

  I took a deep breath, keeping my rage at bay and continuing my work.

  I was well aware we would need to leave the cave within hours, but certain supplies would be needed. I couldn’t risk others from the group she was with obtaining entrance to the blocked cave. I had no way of knowing how much time they would need before breaking through. The earthquake from days before had done significant damage, crushing much of the equipment.

  And killing my friend.

  There were no words to describe the loss of Glack. He’d kept me sane during our imprisonment, much like the others had initially. Sadly, the majority had succumbed to improper techniques or preplanned extinction, another reason for me to hate humans.

  I grabbed the last of what could provide any use, including the communication device. The other piece remained where I’d hoped it wouldn’t be detected. As I removed it gingerly, fingering the smooth metal-like surface, I took a moment to pay my respects to the others. I would track down the scientists who’d been responsible for their deaths.

  “We are leaving now. You are going to obey me no matter what I ask of you. Do you understand?”

  There was no answer from the female.

  I shifted, walking toward her and gazing down. I hadn’t noticed her labored breathing before. I snarled as I felt her pulse. A growl left my lips as I realized her lips were turning blue. The air in the room was slowly ebbing, humans requiring oxygen. She was losing consciousness. There was no time to waste getting her out of here. While there was little in the way of resources, one of the government officials had left behind a duffel containing tools that could prove handy in the future. I shoved the other supplies inside and hoisted her over my shoulder.

  Taking long strides, I left the room, inhaling deeply, able to gather a musky scent as well as humid plant life. The source of water meant fresh air. As she gasped in her efforts to take a breath, I realize I had no time to lose. Her lack of oxygen wasn’t something I could heal.

  The rocky path was treacherous, but I descended carefully, the darkness not an issue. I could see perfectly in any light, my abilities stronger than any of the scientists and doctors had discovered. At least I’d hidden several my attributes from them or they would have stripped them away. The anger remained buried deep inside, clawing at the surface.

  Annabella was now wheezing, her limp body clammy to the touch. There was an odd feeling that was also unexpected. I wanted to protect her. Perhaps my more human sentiment was more about my need to remain alive. I had no idea at this point. What I did know is that she had maybe five minutes left before her body began to shut down, moving into respiratory failure.

  Given my body’s weakened condition, I slipped on the craggy surface more than once, the raw pain as the rocks sliced into my skin unnerving. Yet I pressed on, using my instincts to follow the path. When I finally heard what sounded like racing water tumbling over a series of rocks, I turned until I was able to see the crevice in a bank of stone. Without the quake of the ground, there wouldn’t have been another way out of the tomb of rocks.

  I moved quickly, barely managing to slide through the slender crack. I could see a stream of light in the distance, along with a refreshing body of water. It had been too long since I’d bathed, water not only vital to my system but healing.

  And the very reason our planet was dying, every source of water drying up. I pushed away my thoughts, my sadness regarding my home, and moved to the edge of the precipice. Given my abilities, I could tell the water was at least ten feet deep, but there was no way of knowing what dangers were beneath the rough surface.

  The second Annabella’s wheezing ceased, I jumped.

  The water was bitter cold, refreshing to my system but far too frigid for a human. It was also murky and even my keen eyesight didn’t allow me to see more than a few feet in front of me. After surfacing, I pulled her into my arms, caressing the side of her face. She’d stopped breathing.

  No one would call my kind nurturing, our lives from birth serving only our planet and our people in order to survive. However, the hard thumping of my two hearts indicated a level of care for the female. I couldn’t allow her to die. While the light was still evident, it was easy to tell that I’d be required to swim for a great distance before reaching the outside world.

  Freedom.

  As if I would ever be free.

  I pulled her face close to mine, crushing my mouth over hers. What I knew about the human body was that air was vital to every organ. I was forced to press open her cold lips with my tongue and as I held her against the heat of
my body, I blew several puffs of air into her lungs.

  There was no reaction, her body remaining limp in my arms.

  I eased back long enough to study her face and in my frustration, I let off a ragged howl, the sound echoing in the cave. I refused to accept this situation. I would not allow her to perish. I captured her mouth once again, closing her nose and forcing a heavy stream of air into her throat. Five seconds passed.

  Then ten.

  Another twenty.

  I’d always known sadness but nothing of this kind. Emotions were a deterrent with my kind, much like caring for anyone. My hearts ached, my entire system tingling from anguish and anger. I continued my actions, even as I began to lose what humans called hope.

  The slight flutter of her tongue, the press of her small hand against my chest was the first moment of joy I’d experienced in far too long. I held her close, realizing her tongue was moving against mine, her hand kneading my skin as she wiggled in my hold.

  The kiss was something our species were not interested in, our mating a simple act that meant nothing more than the creation of life. With this female, desire stirred within me that I’d never experienced before, my cock aching to the point I had difficulty resisting my primal urges. I wanted her.

  To take her.

  To taste her.

  To consume her.

  Suddenly, her limited actions became a real struggle, smashing her hand against me in an effort to get away. Her eyelids fluttered, her legs kicking out. I was amazed at what strength she had, fighting me with enough power that she almost managed to get out of my hold.

  I cupped the back of her head, my instinct to keep her close still strong. I also enjoyed the passion, a kind of kinetic energy shared between us that was more stimulating than almost anything I’d felt before. This female truly belonged to me, as if she’d been created with serving my needs in mind.

  Her soft whimpers turned into moans, her hands now slapping at me violently. When I finally broke the kiss, I took deep breaths of my own. Not to fill my lungs with air, as I could go for days without oxygen. Not to calm my anger. But to squelch my hunger. Now wasn’t the time to take her again.