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He
stopped a few feet from her, and she felt her questions bubble up, rise up from
her and demand to be free.

“I
want to help my people, not just help Jayce, but help free all of them.” She
swallowed, feeling her strength, but also trepidation rise in her. “I want to
be able to do something to make a difference.”

He
lifted his hand, cupped her cheek, and she held her breath. His skin was cooler
to the touch, or maybe she was just overheated from her emotions and the sudden
desire to give herself what she wanted …
Tolcan
.

“You
can’t save everyone.
I
can’t even do
that.” He sounded a little softer, not so harsh.

“We
don’t know if we don’t try.”

He
shook his head and stroked her cheek a few more times before dropping his hand
to the side. “It would take an uprising. It would take a massive shift in my
people to realize that capturing and enslaving humans is wrong.” He took a step
back, looked down, and for a second was silent, his expression showing he was
deep in thought. “I’ve never thought of what we did to the humans as wrong.” He
lifted his head, this dark expression on his face, as if this realization
filled him. “I followed orders, did what I was told, and never questioned
anything.” He moved closer to her again, and the scent of him, dark, spicy,
male filled her nose. “But then I saw you, and something in me woke, came
alive. I can’t even describe it, can’t even understand how one small human
female can make me completely change the way I think and feel.” He cupped her
cheek again, and Greta found herself leaning into it. The sound of her heart
beating fast, wild, untamed, filled her ears.

This
was all so crazy, but it felt … right.

“I
know that I’d do anything to make you happy, and bring anyone back for you if
it meant you’d trust me.”

As
strange as all of this was, and how twisted it seemed when she thought about
it, she did trust him. “I do,
Tolcan
, and that scares
a part of me.” She felt this pit in her stomach grow with the truth of that. “I
feel something, too, something that makes me question my own sanity, and makes
me wonder what I’m even doing.” She lifted her hand, finding strength, and
placed it over his much bigger one. Looking into his light blue eyes, she saw a
man, not an alien, not a brute, but a man willing to help her against all odds.
“I know we can’t save the world, and I would never ask you to risk everything
to fight, because helping me with Jayce is such a big step. I can never repay
you, and never let you know how truly happy and grateful I am for you helping
me, helping the other humans, the ones I consider my family.”

The
silence stretched between them, and her heart beat faster. The need to be
closer, to show him she didn’t ignore the fact he was kind and gentle to her,
that he was trying for her. She wanted to show
Tolcan
that she wasn’t this Rogue-hating bitch, just like he wasn’t this human killing
brute. Well, he might have been in the past, might have been right before he
found her, but he’d shown her this good in him, and she wanted to show him that
didn’t go unnoticed.

Without
thinking anymore, and without letting uncertainty and fear control her, she
rose on her toes, braced her hands on his pecs, and tilted her head slightly to
kiss him. It was hard since he was so tall, so big, but at the first touch of her
lips to
his this
growl left him. He grabbed her around
the waist, and he lifted her easily. She was then moved to the wall,
Tolcan
so big she felt like a doll in his grasp. He pressed
her back to the wall, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
God, he was so hard, his erection like steel behind his black pants. She knew
she wouldn’t stop what was about to happen. She couldn’t if her life depended
on it.

Chapter Eleven

“You want
this,
want this as much as I do, don’t you?” He all but growled, and the way his
baritone voice wrapped around her had an obscene amount of wetness coming from
Greta. But it was like he was speaking to himself right now.

That
animalistic sound left him again as he sucked on her lips, stroked his tongue
over hers, and took control of this situation. She moaned, feeling like this
was right, and in the next second his knee was wedged between her thighs. A
shocked gasp of pleasure and outrage left her.

“I
can smell how wet your pussy is, how much you want this.” He leaned down, ran
the tip of his nose up her throat, and growled once more when he reached her
ear. He had his hand between her legs seconds later, rubbed her through her
thin pants, and all she could do was hold
herself
up
by sheer will alone. Holding onto his massive shoulders also helped.

“I
feel like I’m going to pass out,” she whispered.

“I’d
catch you before you hit the floor, female.” In the next second he had the
flimsy material of her pants torn away. Using his knee he pushed her thighs
farther apart and had his hand right over her pussy, right on her mound that
was spread and bared for him. A gasp left her at the chilled feel of his skin
against her heated flesh. His touch, his very essence speared right into her.
Everything happened so fast that she couldn’t tell him to stop, even if she
could have formed the words, or wanted to.

The
truth was, Greta wanted this desperately, but her pride, guilt, and the fact
her situation was anything but ideal kept a firm hand on her, refusing to let
her relinquish anything. At the first touch of his fingers on her labia she let
her head fall back and closed her eyes, knowing that whatever she felt right
now wouldn’t matter because he was making her burn alive. Never had she felt
anything like this, had anyone touch her so desperately, intensely. She’d never
wanted anyone to, in fact. Not until now.

“So warm and
wet.
So
mine
.”
He ran
the pad of his huge thumb along her clit, rubbed the bundle of nerves back and
forth, and rumbled deeply. “Your surrender is the sweetest thing, and your
acceptance of me, of what I can offer, is the greatest gift.”

Her inner muscles clenched down
hard, as if trying to grab onto what wasn’t there.
Tolcan
continued to rub her clit over and over again until she found herself digging
her nails into the flesh of her palms. He was just so much bigger than she.
Greta felt like this tiny, small thing next to him.

A gasp left her as a spark of
pleasure assaulted her. He was relentless in his erotic onslaught, and when he
slipped a finger down her cleft, ran circles around her opening, and slowly
penetrated her, a moan she wished she had kept inside spilled out.

“Give yourself over to me, and
let me make you feel so good. Let me show you your pleasure is what I seek.”

He pushed his finger in and out
of her, tormented her, pleasured her, and had her hating and loving every
minute of it. It was so good, so bad, and she wanted more. Greta shook
uncontrollably, and something monumental, something she’d experienced with him
before, grew inside of her. She was going to come for this male.

“Tell me what you want, Greta,
and I’ll make the ache go away.” His thick, wet tongue moved along the shell of
her ear, causing explosions of sensation to crash and churn inside of her.

Why was she restraining herself
so hard when the precipice of ecstasy was just a rub away? He nipped her
earlobe, and that spark of pain had her digging her nails deeply into his skin.
She knew she drew blood, but all he did was hiss out and lick her ear again.
“That’s it, make me bleed. I’d gladly spill my blood for you.”

The air whooshed out of her, and
she swallowed roughly. “Please, just do it already.” Her words were broken,
hurried, and full of need. As soon as they left her mouth she knew they could
never be taken back, knew that saying them had started something that couldn’t
be stopped. It was like something in
Tolcan
broke
right before her. He was a madman between her thighs, moving his thumb over her
clit so hard and fast she couldn’t catch her breath. He had his finger still in
her, and she felt stretched, bordering on tears of pleasure/pain, and couldn’t
stop asking for more.

“I won’t let you go.” His words
were garbled against her throat, and she should have been frightened from them,
but that delicious arc of desire finally broke inside of her, and she threw her
head back and cried out as she came. Greta rubbed herself on his hand. It felt
so good. Her legs were spread wide, taking whatever he gave her but feeling
like something was missing.

Even through the haze of what she
was experiencing, she managed to open her eyes and stare at him. When
everything dimmed around her she still had a constant burn inside of her.
Tolcan
seemed almost in shock, and that in itself was
unbelievable since it seemed nothing ever shook his control.

He slowly pulled his finger out
of her still clenching pussy. Everything stilled as she watched him bring up
that glistening digit to his mouth, look right in her eyes, and suck every last
ounce of cream from it. Mouth parting at the sight of this big man licking her
orgasm from his fingers, all Greta could do was hold onto him and
stare
.

“Your release is the sweetest
thing I’ve ever tasted.” He leaned in closer, and all she could smell were her
musk and his dark, natural scent mingling together. “But it makes it that more
delicious knowing you achieved it because you gave in to me.”

Before she could say anything, he
had his mouth on hers. His tongue swept out and ran along her bottom lip,
teasing, coaxing. She allowed herself to melt into the rock hardness of his
chest. Opening her mouth, she sucked his tongue inside. She was aware of his
hands landing on the wall on either side of her head, bracing his massive
weight and caging her in. His power was immense and tangible.
Tolcan
ground his dick into her, and the full, thick, and
ridiculously long length of him jerked against her belly. A groan spilled from
his mouth, and she ate it up, loving that she had a power over him.

Sucking on his tongue, she tasted
their combined flavors mixed together. Greta wanted him, desperately, but it
wasn’t his hands or tongue she wanted but his hard length pushing deep inside
of her. Never had she needed anything so badly. Even now, after coming, she
felt unfulfilled.

The low grunt he made against her
mouth fueled her arousal higher. Pressing her tongue around his, he mimicked
the act. It was sexual, inviting. He moved closer to her, pressing her fully
against the cold, unforgiving wall. Greta needed more, needed to taste more of
him, smell more of his masculine scent. He was intoxicating, addictive.

“I want this, want to give in.”
She knew she didn’t have to emphasize what she meant, that all she wanted was
to feel alive, feel pleasure.

He growled low and threatening,
and moved his mouth away from hers and to her ear. He whispered roughly, “I
won’t let you go. And I’ll never make you feel anything but happiness and
trust.” He pulled back and looked into her face. “Once my cock is in you,
claiming that sweet virginity as my own, you will be branded by me, and there
will be no turning back.” He cupped her throat in his hand, didn’t apply
pressure, but did let her know he was the one in control. “You’ve already
surrendered to me, and the animal inside of me will never let you go.”

The way he said that, like he had
a brand of ownership on her, should have had her pushing him away, but instead
she pulled him closer and made her own declaration.

Something welled up in Greta. She
wanted him to know that he wasn’t the only one that could wield strength and
power. She grabbed his bottom lip with her teeth, and bit it hard enough that
the tangy, metallic flavor of his blood burst across her taste buds.
Tolcan
didn’t pull away, and the challenge flashed in his
eyes. Apparently he wasn’t used to being anything other than the dominant one.

“When this is all said and down
we will see who owns whom.” Taking her face between his massive hands, he
cupped her head so gently. “Do you not
see,
my
female?”

She didn’t answer, but then again
he didn’t phrase it as though he expected her to respond.

“Since I saw you I’ve acted out
of character, and only thought about you and what would please you.” They held
each other’s gazes for a prolonged moment, and it was like something was being
connected between them in that one moment.

What was happening to her, and
why was this male, the enemy of her kind, making her feel like she never had to
feel fear again?

Chapter Twelve

Tolcan
pressed closer to Greta and made
sure she fully understood what he was saying. She owned
him
. He would kill for her, torture and maim, but in the end he
would gladly get down on his knees and worship every inch of her body. Yes,
totally fucking insane to think of a female controlling so much of him.

It was hard for him to relinquish
the power he always carried. He was dominant, overbearing, and always had his
control up front. He would never change, never be the sweet, gentle male she
deserved. Greta might fight him tooth and
nail,
and
rightly for what they’d done to her kind, for what he’d done to her. She’d
drawn blood from his body and declared she was her own person. But regardless
of all of that, she was
his
, and he
would go to any fucking length to show her what that meant.

He took her mouth in a brutal
kiss and ground his aching cock into her soft flesh. His shaft pulsed as he
imagined what she would feel like beneath
him,
her
thighs spread wide, his dick buried to the hilt in her tight little pussy. She
was a virgin, and he’d have to be gentle, something he’d never done before.
He’d been rough, brutal, controlling with females.

The images of her naked before
him, and of him taking her innocence as his own, were enough to have him almost
losing his seed right there. But the hard bred warrior within him demanded
control, ached for it. She was a prize, his prize, and he hadn’t realized what
he’d been missing until he’d seen her in that cave.

Tolcan
deepened the kiss and slid his
hands through her hair. The tendrils were soft and curled around his fingers.
He wrapped the strands around his fist and pulled her head back, succeeding in
separating their mouths. Eyes closed, lips parted and slightly glossy from
their kiss, Greta looked like a seductress ready to be fucked, ready to scream
his name.

He took a second to stare at her
features, and take in the beautiful crescent shape of her dark eyelashes
against her fair skin. Her bone structure was delicate, feminine … human.
Possessiveness slammed into him. Lifting his hand, he brushed the back of it
against her cheek. She opened her eyes and stared at him. Emotions coursed
through
Tolcan
, feelings that made his heart pound
and his blood rush.

“What are you doing to me?” she
said on a whisper, not sounding like she was accusing him of corrupting her,
although he knew he was. He wanted her, made no secret of that, but she was
good and pure, and he was everything opposite of that.

Tolcan
knew she was going to change his
life for the better, and couldn’t even imagine where he’d been without her. He
wanted to make her happy, wanted to make her see that he could be good, even if
he’d been an evil male for his entire life. He’d followed orders, captured
humans, and although he’d only ever killed a human when in combat and when they
were fighting against him, seeing her sweet, innocent face, he felt like a
sadistic, sick bastard for what he’d done.

Even
knowing he’d taken her away from what she’d known as a home and family made him
feel like a fucking asshole, and he wanted to show her that he wasn’t like that
with her, that he’d be better, try to be good. It would be hard, and he’d
struggle at times, because the warrior in him told him to just react and think
later. That wouldn’t work if he planned on making Greta his. And she was his,
would always be his.

“Come
with me, Greta.” He led them out of the living quarters and into the room she’d
been sleeping in. It was his room, and although he didn’t sleep but a few hours
a night, he wanted her someplace that smelled like him. He wanted her in
his
bed, making the sheets saturated
with the sweet, floral scent that encompassed her.

She
didn’t fight him, and the aroma of her lust, of her acceptance and desire to be
with him, was like a shot of adrenaline through his bloodstream. He’d come
right in his pants just from that knowledge alone, but he wanted to sample her,
make her scream out, and then he’d take her virginity as his.

Once
in his room the door slid shut seamlessly. Neither said anything for several
seconds, and then he went after her, not able to control himself. He pulled her
toward his body, kissed her hard and possessively, and swallowed the little
moans she let out. He didn’t want to make this painful for her, wanted to only
bring her pleasure, and he knew what he’d have to do to make that happen.

Forcing
himself to pull back he moved toward the small dresser in the corner. Inside it
held a few items he kept when he needed to patch up war wounds. There was a
small tube of numbing gel, and although he’d never used it while closing an
especially deep cut, because in his warrior status pain equaled strength, he
was glad he’d kept it. It would help in this instance in allowing Greta to take
him more easily. Even if she wasn’t a virgin Rogues were well endowed, had to
be to match their height and size. Taking her would have been uncomfortable for
her human body regardless, but the gel would make it so she experienced the
pleasure and not the pain.

He
looked at her again, stared at the way she was nervous, and that the physical
evidence of that was clear. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, and she was
twisting her hands together in front of her. But she smelled of wetness, of
lust and need, and he wasn’t going to deny her. He may like sex rough and hard,
but he’d never wanted a female before, not like he wanted Greta. He’d go slow,
be gentle and easy, and maybe when she was comfortable with what he wanted,
what he needed as a warrior, they’d explore that together.

“You’re
ready, Greta?” he said, not able to keep his voice from sounding rough,
animalistic even. She didn’t know about the physical traits that happened to
his body when he was aroused, and he didn’t want to scare her. He’d have
incisors, but they’d emerge when he was his emotions were high, whether from
anger or arousal … or ready to mark, to
brand
his female. They’d never come out during sex, but then sex for
Tolcan
had only ever been about release. This was
different, so different.

“I’m
ready,” she said softly, and he saw the way her pulse jumped at the base of her
throat.

He
growled out, unable to stop the pleasure and arousal thumping through his body
that she was giving herself to him.

“Go
to the bed, my female,” he said softly, trying to be calm, to be gentle, even
when speaking to her. He watched her move to the bed, her ass jiggling from the
movement and his cock jerking. He palmed himself, cupped his dick through his
pants, squeezed his shaft, and knew this female was going to control him,
control his world, his desire, and he’d never get enough of her. There would
never be another female for him, never be anyone that could have this kind of
hold on him. He knew from the moment he saw her in that cave she was something
special, something that would have him questioning everything. He just didn’t
know the impact it would make on him.

He
moved closer to her, stared at her as she lay on the bed, her body now free of
clothing, and every part of her on display. She wasn’t thick or curvy, not how
he usually liked his females, but to him she was perfect. She’d also been
running her whole life, trying to stay alive, and that lifestyle meant she
didn’t have proper nutrition. But since being here with him she’d gained a
little weight, not much, and he was pleased that she looked a little healthier.
As time went on he knew she’d fill out, and he looked forward to seeing her
glow with vitality.

“This
gel will help with penetration, will take the pain away and make this first
time bearable.”

She
slowly nodded.

“I
don’t want to hurt you, so this is the best way to go.”

“I
trust you,” she said and licked her lips.

He’d
wanted to go slow, make her scream with pleasure before he slid into her
welcoming body, but she pushed herself up on her elbows and surprised him with
her words.

“I
can’t wait. I need you now.” She slowly opened her legs, showing him her pussy,
the glossiness of her cream, the pinkness of her slit, and everything in him
switched. He turned into the beast he didn’t want to be with her, turned into
the animal that needed her like a dying, wounded creature in order to survive.
Tolcan
craved her like he’d tear right through his flesh if
he didn’t have her at this moment. He got on the bed, used the gel to cover her
pussy, and pushed his finger, coated with the clear substance, into her body.
She gasped, squirmed a little, but he kept his focus on her, telling her
without words things would be perfect.

He
tossed the tube aside, looked down at her body, and groaned. The way she was
propped up on her elbows had her collarbones standing out in stark contrast.
Her breasts were large for her small frame, and tipped with red nipples. The
color was vibrant because of the blood flow from her arousal, and his mouth watered.
Her hipbones stood out, her belly slightly concave. He’d fatten her
up,
make her full and thick, healthy and strong.

And
then he gazed at her pussy, at the way her lips were spread, her clit
protruding and engorged from her desire. And then there was her pussy hole,
small, tight, and calling out to the male side of him. She was tiny in
comparison to him, and fortunately he’d thought of the gel, because if not she
would have been in far too much discomfort.

“Come
here,
Tolcan
.” She lay back on the bed, her chest
heaving as she breathed in and out.

Positioning
himself over her body, he smoothed his hands up her inner thighs, and framed
her pussy. And then he let go of her, took his cock in hand, and stroked
himself up and down a few times. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, perfection.
He had to force himself to go slow. Once the head of his shaft was at her
entrance he stared at her face, and leaned down to kiss her because he couldn’t
help himself.

“I’m
ready,” she said against his mouth.

He
started to push into her, breaking through her barrier, and seeing the blood
coat his shaft as he slid into her. He braced his hands on the bed beside her
head, and gritted his teeth. The gel he’d used helped to loosen her up to
accept his size made it easier, but she was still so damn tight. He needed to
come already, but first she’d get off again, and then he’d fill her with his
seed, make her smell of him, marked by him. He’d ensure there wasn’t any inch
of her that didn’t smell like him. This night was about claiming his mate, and
that was what he was going to do.

Once
he was buried to the hilt, balls deep in her tight, virgin body, he breathed
out, and let her get used to him inside of her. He didn’t care what a female
felt or thought during sex, but Greta was different, and he wanted to make sure
she was okay.

“You’re
okay, my female?”

She
nodded.

He
started thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first, but with each passing
second he moved harder in her body. Her breasts jiggled, her moans came
quicker, louder, and he felt his body start to change for the branding. His
canines elongated, his nails grew into claws, and his heart beat faster. His
mouth watered to claim her, to bite her. It was forbidden to be with a human in
any way that was consensual, that wasn’t a slave/Master relationship. But
Tolcan
didn’t care. This was his female, his mate, and
she’d wear his mark to prove it.

He
pumped harder, faster in her, and when she grabbed his biceps, dug her nails in
his flesh, and had pain shooting up his arms, he groaned in pleasure. She came
right then, her pussy milking his cock, and drawing his seed closer to the
surface. He pulled out of her, and in one swift move flipped her on her belly,
lifted her hips so her ass was in the air, and palmed the cheeks of her bottom.
With one hand he pulled one of her ass cheeks apart, exposing her tight
asshole. Her ass was tempting, but he wanted her pussy more, wanted her to be
used to what they were doing now before he experienced more with her.

Pre-cum
dripped from the tip of his cock as he ached to be buried in her again. He had
pulled out when her orgasm had claimed her, and it was the most intense thing
he’d witnessed. He lowered his body, placed his face right by her pussy, and
licked her cream clean from her pussy lips and slit. She tasted fucking
incredible, so damn intoxicating, and he would never be able to get enough.
Greta looked over her shoulder at him, and
Tolcan
wondered if she realized she was thrusting herself back on him. The look of
desire on her face, told him his human needed him as much as he needed her.

Removing
his mouth, he leaned over her so his chest covered her back, and took her mouth
in a hard kiss. Taking hold of his dick,
Tolcan
pulled back once more and stared down at her exposed pussy.

He
ran a finger up and down her slick cleft, and then placed his cockhead at her
entrance once more. He pushed just the tip in, gripped her hips, and without
waiting, shoved every single inch into her. He groaned, she moaned, and that
was when the beast inside of him broke free again. There was no physical
change. It was just a wild, primitive sensation in him that consumed him and
made him feral.