fluids slipped down her inner thighs. Tolcan couldn’t help himself. He slapped her ass over and
over again, loving when the flesh reddened and shook from the force. She moaned
for more.
He
groaned roughly, and when he was sated leaned down and kissed the center of her
damp back. But he wasn’t nearly done. He ran his incisors over the tender flesh
of her neck, and without warning pierced her throat, but she’d tilted her head
at the last minute, an act of surrender in his culture that had him grunting.
The
metallic flavor of her blood coated his tongue, but he let his saliva seep into
her bloodstream. His scent moved through her body, and he felt intense pleasure
all over again that she was his fully.
She
breathed heavily, her body coated in a light sheen of sweat.
He
pulled out of her with a disappointed exhale and lay beside her. He immediately
pulled her into his arms. She wasn’t asleep, but he felt her exhaustion as if
it were his own. He already couldn’t get enough, and knew he never would
either.
Pulling
her closer, he wrapped his arms around her, kissed the top of her head, and for
the first time in his life felt content and completed. He hadn’t known that
claiming Greta would cause the wall that had been around him to break apart …
but only for her. He hadn’t realized that this was the feeling that would be
inside of him when he found his mate.
She
curled her hand around his bicep. What a strange and wondrous thing to care
about someone, especially the species that he’d been trained to hate and
destroy. She was perfect, and all his. Nothing and no one would change that.
Chapter
Thirteen
Greta
was nervous, frightened, but hoped things worked out the way they planned. Of
course the plan hadn’t been anything but Tolcan contacting the Royals from his pod. She’d stayed hidden, but she’d heard them
regardless. Hearing Tolcan risk everything for her,
for what she desperately needed to happen, made her feel this softness toward
him.
Yes,
they’d had sex, her first time even, and the fact she wore his mark, his brand
he’d called it, made her feel like she belonged. It was strange thinking of it
like that, thinking that she was marked by her enemy species, but she couldn’t
help but feel that. She also found herself touching the twin marks on her neck,
running her fingers along the redness that wouldn’t go away from around the puncture
marks, and knew this signified something very great with the Rogues.
She
knew humans shouldn’t have any kind of marking like this one on them, because
Rogue and human matings were forbidden.
They
now stood in a large arena, Tolcan in the center, and
the one named Redon, the Rogue who owned Jayce, standing a few feet away. She
knew Redon wasn’t fighting, because apparently on earth the Rogues had changed
their traditional rules. Now, with the Royals changing the rules, a Rogue that
was challenged in a Dukka could hire a much stronger,
fiercer fighter, and that was what Redon had done. The male that stepped
forward to fight Tolcan was just as big as Tolcan , but didn’t have the bands of being an enforcer.
She
scanned the crowd, looked over where Redon was standing, and her heart raced
when she saw Jayce amongst the slaves shackled together. He watched her, this
comforting smile on his face, and she knew he was trying to make her not be
afraid. Did he really know what was happening? Did he know Tolcan was helping her, that he was risking everything to save Jayce because she
asked? What would he think when he knew Tolcan and
she were together, that she cared for the Rogue, wanted him as her own, and had
slept with him?
Did
she even care what anyone thought, even Jayce? No, she didn’t, because this
felt right. She loved Jayce like a brother, but she hoped he saw she was happy
and that Tolcan wasn’t like the other males out there
trying to extinguish their kind. At least he wasn’t anymore.
“This Dukka was challenged by Enforcer Tolcan .
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