I’ve never known anything like it—everything else has ceased to exist. Nothing matters except the way this female is trembling in my arms; the heady scent of her slick; how her tight cunt is stretched wide around my cock as I plunge deep.
I slide my free arm around her, clutching her back to my chest, then push her up against the smooth silver wall, releasing the last leash I had over my self-control as I fuck her with all the savagery my rut demands.
She’s letting out ragged gasps, and when I feel her tighten around me, my knot begins to form. “Now,” I growl, needing her to climax with me.
My command works. Emma shudders, her cunt snatching at me as she comes, her moans of pleasure turning into a scream as my knot expands, stretching her painfully wide.
My own orgasm barrels through me with astonishing force, and I can’t contain my roar of pleasure as my cock jerks over and over again and I fill the little Omega to the brim with ropes of my thick, hot cum.
Emma was made for this.
Made for me.
NINE
Emma
What the capitaleff is wrong with me? As infuriated as I am by Khan, when he’s close to me… when I smell his intoxicating scent… when he growls… I’m powerless to resist. I’ve heard ofthe mating instinctbeing used as a term in wildlife documentaries but never in a million years thought a human could ever feel anything close to that kind of primal, desperate urge.
And I don’t even want to get pregnant.
Getting pregnant would be my worst nightmare.
For all his talk about breeding, is it biologically possible for Khan to knock me up? After all, we are two entirely different species, even if there are several physical similarities.
What the fuck was in that serum the Ogsul injected me with, anyway? Some kind of fertility hormones? No human body should be capable of producing such copious amounts of vaginal lubrication… I’ve been wet before—I’d even have described myself as soaking, on occasion—but what Khan’s proximity induces in my nether region is on another level entirely.
It’s like a tsunami of girl goo.
When his knot softens sufficiently for me to be able to extricate myself, I do just that, marveling once more at the rivulets of my juice and his cum trickling down the insides of my legs.
“I want another shower,” I tell him, fully expecting him to argue.
Instead, he merely nods. “You remember where it is?” he says.
“I do. You’re not coming with me?” To be honest, I’m grateful for the chance to be alone, but I have no idea whether I’ll get that shower working on my own.
“I need to make sure we’re still on course,” he tells me, adjusting his tunic.
Of course… we’re on a spaceship, making our way to his planet.
Hisdamn planet. Not Earth. Bastard.
Another wave of fury plows through me but I swallow it down. If he senses my anger, he might do that purring thing again, and that has the same effect on me as a lullaby does on a cranky baby.
Right now, I prefer simple, unadulterated rage. That helps me get shit done.
“Okay,” I tell him, tightening the robe around myself. “I guess I’ll meet you back in here?”
“Emma,” he says, and takes a step towards me. His glittering dark eyes are narrowed, his gaze intent. “Don’t think about trying to run away. There’s nowhere to go. We’re on a little ship out in deep space. You don’t want to make me angry, do you?”
I hadn’t actually been considering any kind of escape—and he has a point. “I don’t,” I assure him. “I just want to freshen up. And as you said, there’s nowhere for me to go.”
Those words haunt me as I make my way back to the bathroom and stare at the panel of levers and dials. I feel like I need an engineering degree just to get the water to run. After a few failed attempts, I flick one lever up, turn a knob, and water starts shooting out of the main showerhead. I’ll take that.
Hanging my robe on a hook, I step into the glass cubicle and proceed to scrub between my legs and the insides of my thighs. My mind is racing at a million miles a minute.
Bright sides first: as alien kidnappers go, Khan isn’t so bad. He’s quite attractive if you’re partial to the huge, muscled, broody type with tattoos, and he gives me multiple orgasms with an ease that should be illegal. As he himself said, I could have it a lot worse. I could be tied down and getting gang raped by any number of the hideous creatures who were bidding on me at the auction.
