Chapter
One
BEHTU
The powdery pink sand of Pryt’s beach slips between my fisting fingers as I sit, staring out at the vast expanse of the ocean. Waves collide with the shore, a soothing rhythm that does nothing to ease the turmoil raging within me. My sivot, the ancient slumbering beast inherent to every Kaul male, stirs and roils, simmering just beneath my skin.
While the world around me slumbers in this place of tranquility, I struggle with the urge to lift my face to the moon and unleash a primal scream at the twinkling stars above. My emotions ebb and flow like relentless waves, foaming as they crash over my raw nerves, threatening to burst forth and break the stillness of the night.
"Bliking sivot!” I curse my misfortune under my breath, gritting my teeth until my jaw cracks.
First Navik and then Qhix! This wasn’t supposed to happen to me.Ever!I never wanted a mate. I pride myself on variety, never having been foolish enough to seek pleasure from just one female. Now all I can think about is spreading Jules’ thighs andsampling her human cunt before sinking in deep and trapping her on my knot to fill her full of my mating seed.
Life as a Star Maverick is all I’ve ever craved, to break the confines of my royal birth and explore the stars at my leisure. The wild, rebellious spirit of a space pirate courses through my veins, driving me to venture wherever I please and seize whatever I desire at my leisure.
Now all I crave is the juices of a female with a verdant gaze and silky, dark hair.
Jules Verenne,I inwardly growl.
Just thinking her name sets my pulse racing, and her presence ignites a fire in my groin that I've never felt before. Even now, my weft stands erect with a low vibration, ready to pleasure her.
The vexing human awakened my sivot the second I spied her trembling and huddled together with the other females when Qhix and I, along with five Ziarian males boarded the Lizordian vessel where she and seven other females, including Qhix’s mate, Tasha, had been held captive.
The Lizordian reaver named Rex already had Jules and two other females aboard his craft, having rescued them from a nasty race of Orcs known for keeping exotic sex slaves. Then he had tracked five more humans to Croa where they were living peacefully with their respective Ziarian mates.
He swore he was delivering them to Valose where it was safe. That a Moktian had placed bounties on every lost Valosian and human he and his reaver brothers could find. I knew the Gretolics were out of control, abducting humans from Earth to sell on the seedy trading port on Tirius. But a Moktain on Valose? Preposterous!
I flop back on the soft sand, struggling to maintain control which has never been a problem for me before. My cock pulses with a heartbeat of its own. I should take myself in hand andrub the edge off the burn, but that hadn’t worked the last three times I pleasured myself. The images my mind had conjured of sheathing myself with Jules’ weeping slit had only made shit worse.
So, here I am on the beach with the constant breeze washing my face but not for the tranquility of it, but to keep her scent at bay. Even sleeping under the stars on the deck of Qhix’s beachfront abode was too close to the scent of Jules’ ripe cunt. Her arousal was as constant as mine, and I knew she would welcome me between her thighs. My sivot roared to claim her, to knot her, and I feared if I gave into my carnal lust, I would lose all control.
For as long as I can remember, I've prided myself on my fierce independence, relishing the freedom to navigate the vast Universe on my terms. Yet, her very presence threatens to unravel and dismantle my entire way of life. The alluring sway of her hips and the fire in her intelligent, verdant gaze haunts me to distraction.
I sit up, clenching my fists as I try to quell the raging storm within. I didn't ask for these feelings, yet they consume me. It's not just my sivot who wants to claim her. The little human is strong, intelligent, and undeniably captivating.
“Roaming the Universe, taking what I want, answering to no one... That's all I've ever desired!” I grouse to myself, hoping the words will somehow silence my raging beast. "I don't need a bliking mate!"
My sivot growls in protest.
Jules stirs the feral beast within me. The instinct to protect, to claim, to possess is undeniable to my sivot. And as I sit here on this alien beach, it becomes increasingly difficult to hold my beast at bay.
As I grapple with these unwelcome emotions, a part of me starts to wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's more to life thanthe solitary existence I've chosen for myself. Navik and Qhix have both found their fated mates and settled down. Could it be possible I want the same for myself?
"Impossible," I scoff. But even I can't ignore the nagging doubt that creeps into my mind as I stare out at the horizon, wrestling with my inner beast.
The moonlight casts a silvery glow over the pink sand as lapping waves echo my racing heartbeat as I struggle to rebuff my sivot. The beast inside me grows restless, hungry to lay claim to the female who has awakened me.
My sivot roars with impatience. My muscles grow tense with a barely restrained urge to sweep Jules into my arms and lay claim to her fragrant cunt.
I squeeze my eyes shut, determined to push thoughts of Jules from my mind and focus on something, anything else other than her.
The crunch of approaching footsteps sets my temper on edge. Qhix’s hideaway is far from secret now that five Ziarian males and their respective human mates line the beach in makeshift huts along with Qhix’s bungalow filled with him and his mate plus the single females.
My eyes snap open. A low growl already percolates up my throat, readying me to berate the intruder who dared disturb my solitude.
The object of my carnal cravings appears before me, her dark tresses cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. My breath catches in my throat as I lose myself to her verdant gaze, brimming with unspoken yearnings as if she knows she holds the power to bring even a hardened renegade like myself to my knees.
JULES
