“No,” he counters, his deep voice thick and even, sending a rapid fluttering through my gut. “It’s something else.” Again, his body moves like water over the smooth rocks as he stands and prowls toward me.
“You’re imagining things.” I detest how small and tiny my voice is as his heat washes over me. “Get back on the bed. Now. I order you.”
“Make me,” he murmurs, running his fingers through my hair.
Shock roots me to the spot as his touch sends a riot of emotions shooting through me until I cannot tell one from the other. For a moment, I cannot breathe, I cannot speak, and I cannot think. It was never like this with an Icorian male.
They were all bellowing sounds and posturing. This human is different. This human is dangerous. There’s a quiet sort of commanding presence about him, a gentle demanding that makes me want to kneel at his feet and give him all my fears and worries.
It’s insanity.
Madness.
Terrifying.
Somehow, in the span of a few minutes, he’s wrenched the upper hand away from me, and I must get it back. Sliding forward, I go to slam my palms against his chest, only to have him grip my wrists and spin me around. With a simple hook of his ankles around mine, he swipes my legs out from under me and eases me to the floor.
Though still not as big as Icorian males, he’s still sizable enough to make me feel small beneath him. His hot breath washes over me, scattering my thoughts. As much as I want to fight him, I find I cannot.
I crave the sensation of his body pressing against mine. The heft of his cock as it lies heavily against my thigh only makes me want to taste him again. At this moment, I want nothing more than to be ravaged by this human, this bull.
Sorrow rakes across my heart as I fight him, doing my best to push him off. He’s far stronger than he looks, but even now, his arms and legs quake with the effort. It’s honestly what had me worried about him in the first place.
He should still be in bed recovering. When I checked on the heifer this morning, she was still fast asleep with no indication that she would be able to open her eyes, let alone rise from her bed. But of course, this male, this human, seems far different from expected.
“You’ll hurt yourself,” I finally manage to bark out as I shore up my defenses to take back charge of the situation. “Stop this at once.”
“Are you worried about me, my beautiful jailer?” His groaned words go straight to my pussy, causing it to flutter as arousal drips through my veins.
Ethan juts his hips against me, allowing me to feel the hard length of him digging into me. “I- I’m not your jailer. I’m your Rancher. There’s a difference.”
“Not from where I’m standing.”
My brows draw forward as I look him up and down and then at the floor. “But you’re not standing. You’re lying on top of me.”
A bark of laughter rips from his lips and sizzles over my skin. “Forgive me. Human idioms. It’s a saying.”
“I- I don’t understand.”
“I don’t always either.” As he pulls back from me and stands up, hands on his hips. I find that I, unfortunately, miss his heat keenly. Is it possible to become addicted to a human in such a short span of time?
A heavy sigh drips from him, almost as if he’s a touch despondent. “Something is wrong, and I’d rather you tell me sooner than later. Where am I? What am I doing here? More importantly, why did you buy me? This isn’t a dream. Is it? I’m not going to wake up in some hospital from a drug-induced coma. Am I?”
“Well, you were in a coma of sorts. But you are certainly far from Earth.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, running his hand over his jaw. “I’m gathering that.”
“I- well, that is to say, Icorians, we take humans a few times a solar year and bring them to our planet to provide us with things we cannot provide for ourselves.”
A wicked smile tilts his lips. “Are those needs sexual in nature? Could it be my cum has magical properties?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
He stops short and cranes his head to the side. “But you sucked me dry. What other purpose was there?”
Frustrated, I stand as well and try to structure my thoughts, but I find it nearly impossible with him looking at me like that. “I- It’s not like that,” I eventually cry out, turning from him so I can pace. “You needed to be drained and I-”
“And you thought your lips made the best receptacle? Have to say, I certainly agree with you there.”
