Hunted By The Alien Assassin by Ella Maven

Eleven

Bosa

I sucked on her tongue with mine, and she moaned so sweetly that my cock jerked. The heat of her soaked slit burned my cock cap, and I knew I had to get control if I was going to fit inside of her.

Pulling out of the kiss, I pressed our foreheads together and closed my eyes. “Give me a moment,” I gritted out through a clenched jaw, afraid I would release before I was even inside of her.

But she wasn’t listening as she arched that sweet body against mine and pressed her hardened nipples into my chest. “Bosa. Fill me.”

With my vurs pulsing along my shaft and my cock cap already beginning to rotate, I pressed at her entrance. I’d felt how small she was with my fingers, and I winced as the tight pressure of her squeezed my cock cap, nearly making me cross-eyed. Then she wriggled her hips, and miraculously she opened for me beautifully, sucking me into to the heat of her body. My instincts took over, and I surged inside to the hilt with a jerk.

She gasped and I went still, cradling her head to my neck. “Did I hurt you, kotche?”

“No.” She rolled her hips cautiously. “You just surprised me.” Her nails dug into my back, and I gritted my teeth. “I’m so full, and I can feel the pulsing of the marks on your cock.”

“Vurs,” I said.

She arched against me more powerfully. “Whatever they are, they feel amazing. And your cock.” Her eyes went wide as she undulated her body. “I can feel it rotating and rippling inside.” She whimpered, and the sound went right to my balls. “Please move, Bosa.”

I pulled my hips back and then snapped them forward.

She cried out, clinging to me with her blunt nails as she sunk her teeth into the scales on my chest.

After that, I couldn’t hold back. I plunged into her sweet heat repeatedly, driving us across the floor until we reached the opposite wall. Her cries and screams grew louder as my cock cap spun faster, and when her inner walls rippled around mine, I lost my mind. Her teeth and nails marked me, and my matz and vurs sent shockwaves out to every scale of my body. My cock cap spun, cradled in the warmth of her slit, and with a roar, I spent my seed deep inside of her. I hadn’t even realized I’d made a sound until I tried to swallow, and my raw throat protested.

Beneath me, my kotche trembled, her hair damp with her sweat and her lips red and bitten. She gazed up at me with glassy eyes, and I tried to pull out of her, but she stopped me with her legs wrapped around my waist. “Hold on,” she whispered roughly. “I can still… feel you.” She twitched and trembled as her eyes closed on a slow blink.

“Tell me you’re okay.” My voice was all grit.

A slow, sleepy smile curled her lips. “I’m great, Bosa.” Her fingers smoothed over my shoulders. “You?”

I remained nestled inside my kotche while she was soft and pliant in my arms. Of course, I’d never been better. “Perfect.”

Her smile widened. “Good.”

When her muscles went lax, I reluctantly pulled myself from her body. Her limbs flopped on the floor, and I finally got a good look at the wreck we’d made of the room. We’d knocked over a table, and the shards from a broken mug lay close by. Karina lay on the wooden floor, her skin streaked with dust. The fire I’d made was nearly out, and I was still covered in the filth of the wittow.

This wouldn’t do. I couldn’t believe I’d taken my kotche for the first time—and it would definitely be the first of many—like this. As I hauled her into my arms, she made a tiny sound of protest. “Wanna sleep,” she murmured against my shoulder as I carried her to the cleanser.

“Soon, kotche,” I said as I stepped inside. Closing the door, I turned it on and let the air strip us of the dirt and grime. My seed leaked from between her legs, and the cleanser took care of cleaning her up. I regretted that a little bit, wanting to see her soaked with me for longer. I’d have to wait to enjoy that another time. She’d made it clear humans must stay clean, and I couldn’t let her get sick.

Once the cleanser was finished, I carried her to a fur where she flopped down like an infant. I tided up the room quickly, worried she’d cut the thin skin of her feet on the mug shards. Once I tended the fire and grabbed some food from the pantry, I returned to her side.

She opened her eyes slowly and smiled at me. For a moment, I was struck by the warmth of it, and my matz tingled. This was the first time she’d looked at me like this, and I was struck with the idea that this was what I had always meant to do—make my kotche, my Karina, smile like this. I tipped her chin up with my claw and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Hungry?” I asked her as I cradled her head on my arm.

“Mmmm.” She stretched her neck toward the baked loaf I held in my hand. “Carbs. Yes.”

I didn’t know what carbs were, but I enjoyed the way she tore a hunk off the loaf with her blunt teeth and chewed happily. I held it for her until she was finished and pushed it away. I ate the rest in one bite.

She shoved a leg between mine and buried her face against my chest with her clasped hands tucked under her chin. “We’re safe here, right?”

She was safe because she was with me. “We’re safe because I’m here.”

Her laughed tickled my scales. “I did what you told me with the wittow.” She yawned. “I waited for it to show me its weakness, and then I hit it there, ran, and called for you.”

I hadn’t heard the rustling of the wittow as I’d been working on the fire. But her screams, her voice calling for me in terror—I’d heard that. I’d never been more scared in my life. When I’d rushed to her side and saw the wittows bearing down on her, I’d lost myself in a rage.

“You did good, kotche.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Can you tell me about your home?”

For once, the thought of home didn’t make me feel like a weight had descended on my chest. “Torin is… beautiful. We live near the freshas.”

“What’s that?”

“A lot of water, so much that there isn’t land as far as the eye can see.”

“Ah, like an ocean.”

“We live in the trees. It was why I was so comfortable back in Nomera. On Torin, we live among the pria trees, trunks so large that ten of us can’t link arms and make it all the way around. Frangi grow on the side of pria trees in large platforms large enough to build tents. We use vines to get from hut to hut, and we’ve carved stairs into the trunks of the trees. So, we are off the ground and safe from predators, plus we can then use most of our land for our crops and livestock.”

Karina smiled softly. “That sounds lovely.”

“It is,” I agreed, a pang in my chest feeling much more like homesickness than the guilt usually lodged there. “I miss it.”

“You’ll be back soon.”

I should go back soon, but I wasn’t ready to think that far ahead yet. “Sometime soon, yes.”

She settled in with her eyes closed and yawned. “I’d love to see your home one day.”

I ran my fingers down her spine, imaging her walking down the center of the settlement in a long skirt like our females preferred, laughing and happy, belly round with—

I closed my eyes, shutting down that fantasy. I wasn’t lying when I said I would claim her, but I couldn’t think that far ahead. We still had so much ahead of us that could go wrong. One rotation at a time.

“Can we sleep now?” she asked in a raspy voice.

I wouldn’t sleep, but she needed rest more than me. “Yes.”

She yawned again and nuzzled in. Her breaths had evened out, and I thought she was asleep until she muttered in a vulnerable voice. “For the first time since leaving Earth, you make me wish for a future, Bosa.”

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as small snores fluttered her lips. “Me too,” I said softly. “Me too, kotche.”

* * *

Karina

A hand slid over my hips, around my hip, and then cupped me between my legs before giving me a gently squeeze. The warm spice of cinnamon whisky lingering on my tongue. I smiled and opened my eyes. Behind me, a warm body stirred, and a kiss dropped on the top of my head. “My kotche is finally awake.”

“It’s been a long few years,” I yawned. “I had a lot of catching up to do.”

I rolled onto my back, bumping into a solid chest. A sharp breath inhaled, and I shifted away. Turning, I caught Bosa wincing and tugging at the bandage on his chest and my blood pressure spiked. “I’m so sorry.” My hands hovered over him. “What can I do?”

He smiled and the pain faded from his blue eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m hurt all over, but I’m alive thanks to you.”

With a grin, he grabbed my ass and tugged me against him. He wore nothing—surprise, surprise. I wore only a large shirt that I’d stolen from his chest.

We lay on a pile of furs in a small round room lined with vines. There was a doorway, but when I looked out, all I could see was the sky and a thick tree trunk. Voices drifted from outside, some loud and others soft. I swore I heard a baby crying. The ground beneath us was soft and mossy.

“What are you thinking about?” He nuzzled my ear.

“I’m thinking that I feel comfortable here.”

He pulled back and gripped my chin loosely. “I want you here, in my home.” His gaze turned soft. “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Bosa, you kept me alive many times.”

“My smart kotche,” he said. “How did you know their locks were motion-censored?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I just… guessed.”

“Keep guessing at my side, then.” His thumb caressed my cheek. “Be my mate.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and his talented tongue dipped inside. I arched against him, careful of the bandages on his body—one on his thigh, his arm, and another around his neck. I kissed each one as I made my way down to take my time with the part of his anatomy that while non-human, was no longer alien to me. Lucky. Fucking. Me.

* * *

“Karina,” a voice shouted, and I popped my eyes open. Bosa was above me, but we weren’t in a vine-draped hut. We were in the Pucin house, and Bosa was fully dressed, his hair once again plaited, and his packed bag next to him. The fire had been doused, as the wood still smoked.

“What?” I sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes. “What’s going on?”

He gestured toward the comm machine in the corner. “The Gattrix have alerted the dock they will be departing by sundown. We need to move now if we’re going to have a chance to destroy the ships before they leave.”

This spurred me into action. I scrambled to my feet and secured my hair in a tight bun at the crown of my head. After drinking some water and shoving a meal bar in my mouth, we raced outside to where we’d hid the buggy.

The supplies were already loaded, which meant Bosa had gotten ready by himself to give me more time to sleep. Before I straddled the buggy, Bosa wrapped a hand around my arm and hauled me against him. He pressed a strong kiss to my lips that caught me off guard before he released me with a smack to my ass. “We’ll talk about the future after this mission, kotche.”

I nodded, still reeling from that urgent, desperate kiss. “Okay.”

“Last night…” he clenched his jaw as his eyes lifted to scan the horizon over my head. He heaved a rough exhale before meeting my gaze again. “I meant every word.”

“I know,” I said. “So did I.”

A smile creased his cheeks, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

I didn’t like the concern that lurked there with a shadow of fear. Since I’d met him, he’d been confident and powerful. Arrogant even. I would have given anything to see that smirk return. “Hey,” I pressed a hand to his chest. “We can do this. I’ve done it dozens of times without getting caught. And now I have you, which doubles my chance of success. I’d say our odds are about seventy-five percent, which is truly the best estimation I’ve ever had.”

This time he let out a snorted chuckle, and finally his eyes glowed with mirth and a small bit of cockiness. “Only seventy-five?”

I clapped with glee. “There’s my brash bastard alien boyfriend. I knew you were in there somewhere.”

He squinted dangerously. “Are you mocking me?”

I widened my eye innocently. “I would never dare.”

“Before we have that future talk, I’ll be paying you back for that.” He smacked my ass so hard, I yelped. “Get on the buggy kotche, before I really give you something to ache about.”

I didn’t hesitate and hopped on the buggy, my ass smarting when it connected with the seat. I glared at him when he settled behind me, and all I got in response was another chuckle.

But when I faced forward again, I was smiling. I was completing my mission with a partner. It felt good not to ride out alone with a hollowness in my chest, wondering if what I was doing even made a difference. Bosa believed in me, I believed in me, and dammit, we were going to fuck up some ships. I couldn’t wait.