Pain explodes through my left side, sharp and blinding. I stagger back, clutching my arm. The bone is broken. I can feel the jagged edges grinding together beneath my skin. Agony radiates from my wrist to my shoulder. My vision swims. I gaze down in shock at my worthless arm, intense pain radiating through the left side of my body. I look up at her and meet herwide eyes through the small window of the closed door. This tiny human managed to break my arm.
She’s staring at me, her hand pressed to her mouth. “Oh gods. Oh gods, Bayzon, I didn’t mean to — I mean, I did, but?—”
I grin. It’s a nasty break and hurts like hell. And it’s perfect.
She wanted to honor me and make me work for it and she has exceeded every expectation. My brothers will talk about this for years. Chief’s human Bride broke his arm during the claiming chase. It’s the stuff of legends. Pride swells in my chest, momentarily eclipsing the pain and the need.
I roar out my challenge, the sound echoing off the metal walls. The pain means nothing. The broken bone means nothing. There is only her, and my need to claim her.
I immediately find a secondary entrance to the lab, a maintenance hatch that most beings don’t know about and I make my way inside to corner my female, ready to mate.
She backs away, her eyes darting around the room for another escape route. But there is none. She’s trapped and we both know it. “No,” she shouts, biting and scratching as I reach for her.
It’s wonderful.
Her teeth sink into my shoulder. Her nails rake down my chest, leaving burning trails. Naomi kicks at my shins and tries to knee me in the groin. She’s fighting with everything she has, this small human female against a Xylan warrior twice her size.
And I’ve never been more aroused in my entire life.
I tear her clothing down the back, buttons flying. The fabric rips easily in my claws, falling away from her body in shreds.
“Hey, I like this dress.”
“I’ll buy you a hundred dresses,” I growl against her throat. “A thousand. Every dress on every planet in the four sectors.”
Now all she wears are scraps of fabric that cover her hips and the triangle between her thighs and her perfect breasts. Thefabric is also black. My claws flash and her breasts are free for my gaze. They are perfect. Not too big, which I like. I love every curve of her slim body.
She wiggles, still trying to free herself from my arms, trying to continue the chase. Even now, cornered and half-naked, my female doesn’t give up. Gods, I love her.
But I am done. Despite my broken arm, I manage to keep her pinned with my large body.
“Mine,” I roar.
I pull her down with me to the floor. We hit the ground and I keep myself on the bottom and her on top. Then I roll us over, with her beneath me, bracing myself with my one good arm. The floor is cold against my knees. The med lab smells of antiseptic and healing gel. Emergency lights cast a dim blue glow over her features, illuminating the flush on her cheeks, the rapid pulse in her throat.
Naomi pants beneath me, her resistance finally fading. The fight drains out of her body and something else takes its place. Raw, desperate need that matches my own.
And then finally, finally my female complies. She widens her thighs for me, allowing entrance. “Please,” she whispers, and that single word nearly undoes me.
I have never done this before, but this does not mean that I haven’t educated myself, making sure that I would be ready if I was ever to find my mate, ready to bring her pleasure. I move down her body and place my head between her thighs because I have to taste her, fill myself even more with her taste and scent.
She’s so wet.
I lick and suck at the nub that I know is her spot that brings her the greatest pleasure.
She cries out with joy, grabbing onto my hair and grinding herself closer to my tongue. The taste of her is indescribable. I could stay here forever, drinking her in. I should stay right hereand bring her to release. But I can’t wait. This first time, the need is too great, the claiming fire too hot and primitive. I lift up and plunge two fingers into her tight channel, making sure she’s wet and ready to take me.
She arches off the floor, a moan escaping her lips. “Bayzon. Please. I need?—”
“I know what you need.”
Then I cover her and my hips are between her thighs and my throbbing cock finds her entrance. In moments I plunge all the way inside.
She throws her head back and screams.
I pause, waiting for her to assimilate. She’s so tight around me, so hot and wet. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My broken arm throbs in counterpoint to the throbbing of my cock.
The sharp pain from my arm and the difficulty of having one arm not working, makes it all better. I’m taking her for the first time, despite the trauma, the pain and the difficulty. I am showing her I will always be able to protect her. She honors me with her defiance and then her gift of compliance.
