Mate Her (6 page)

He
moved back to where she was and set the horn cup on the bones and teeth table
in front of her. “It’s just water, but you need to drink all of it and more
because the heat of my planet is making you perspire too much. You’ll get
dehydrated.” He looked down at her, stared into the light green color of her
eyes, and felt that steady thump of desire fill him. “You’ll be safe and not
dehydrate while in the cave, but every time you venture out of the protection
the mountains provide the natural water in your body will dwindle.” He had only
had her in his life for going on two sunrises, but already he felt like the
animal inside of him was going to break loose. He moved away from her when she
picked up the glass and drank the water. He sensed her thirst, and her hunger,
and knew his brothers would be back soon with something for her to eat that was
substantial. As it was they only had dehydrated things since they had been
gone, and what she needed was something fresh.
 

Brawn moved back to the cooking
area and watched her. She finished off the water and took in the surroundings.
He watched her, and checked her out himself. She stood and walked over to the
rock wall that
Thorque
had carved the history of
their family into. She ran her fingers over the rough texture, and Brawn looked
his fill of her body. Her ass was not as big and round as he preferred, but
with the supplements
Thorque
had given her it was
getting there. He would have to be gentle with her when he finally slid his
dick into her sweet body—they all would have to make sure they were easy. She
was smaller than his kind naturally, and until she put on more weight, which
shouldn’t be more than a day, he needed to keep his distance and let her heal
properly. She may be curvier now than she had been when he first got her, but
he wanted her thicker, and able to take them easily.

She turned to face him, and he
looked at the swells of her breasts under the thin shift she wore.

Take
your female. Mate with her. Breed
Minka
.

The taste of his blood filling
his mouth because his fangs had sliced through his lip had the urge
intensifying. How in the fuck was he not going to press her against the wall
and slide his cock deep inside of her? How in the hell was he supposed to give
her time to get accustomed to everything when all he could think about was
marking her body with his teeth, and watching as his brothers did the same? He
wanted his claiming mark on her, and right now, keeping his distance was the
hardest fucking thing he’d ever had to do.

Chapter
Five

Breed with her.
Fuck her until she knows she is
yours.

The mantra moved through Brawn
like a steady drum. He wanted to do all those things, but he found the strength
to turn away, grab the horn pitcher of water, and bring it over to her. He
filled her cup and gestured for her to drink more.

All he could think about was
laying her across his sleeping platform and taking her in any way he wanted
while his brothers watched. He glanced at her, stared right into her face, and
couldn’t help but picture her naked. He wanted to see her breasts, wanted to
see her cunt bared for him, and all the while his brothers would be waiting for
their turn to have at her. But she’d want it, need them to fill her up with
their cum
so the breeding ritual could be complete. Until
they got her pregnant with their children, the need to have her would drive
them hard, and have all other things taking less of a priority.

“Would you like to bathe again?”
he asked, trying to keep his thoughts away from sliding his cock deep into her
pussy.

“No, but thank
you.”
She was nervous, that much was clear,
and as much as he would have liked for her to be at ease, she’d have to find
that on her own.

He nodded, and looked at the
small shelf that held the injectable translator. “We can do the translator
now,
or a bit later if you’d like?” Brawn was so
unaccustomed to asking what someone wanted to or didn’t want to do. “It
shouldn’t take too long for
Lukin
and
Thorque
to bring back some meat. You’ll feel better with
some fresh food inside your belly.”

She nodded, but didn’t respond.

He went over to the shelf and
grabbed the syringe and language cartridge, and gel that would numb her neck
for the injection. It was a barbaric procedure given the advancements the
galaxy now had to offer, but they didn’t have the technology with them in the
cave to make her able to inhale it instead of get the needle.

They might also be more advanced
than the human race, but Hades warriors lived simplistic lives. Their
spacecrafts
were far superior to many other species’ ships
in the galaxy, but when it came to their homes on Hades, their clothes and
weapons
,they
kept it simple.
Swords and knives built from the indestructible black rock of his home planet
made the weapons that his kind used to take down their enemy. Their clothing
was nothing more than pants made from the leather of the wings from the
Geila
birds on Hades. Occasionally they wore clothing that
covered their wings, but that was rare because wearing shirts was not smart
given the fact they needed their backs free from restriction to unleash their
wings. They preferred a simpler life, one where they hunted for their food,
killed the beasts with their bare hands, and built the items in their home. It
was somewhat primitive living, but it suited them, and they felt warriors
should live off of what they acquired by sheer strength and willpower alone.

Brawn grabbed everything and moved
toward her. “Please, have a seat.”

She listened to him immediately,
and although she
was nervous as she glanced down at the needle, he was pleased she obeyed. Brawn
and his species were versed in many languages, and although they knew English,
the language was a dying dialect. He sat on the bench beside her, pushed the
heavy fall of her dark hair away from her shoulder, and lifted the injector.
Her eyes widened slightly, but he smoothed the numbing gel over the spot he’d
press the needle into. The gel worked instantly, and then he stuck her with the
needle while keeping his eyes locked with hers.

 
When he slipped the disk into the chamber, the
injector lit up a brilliant white, indicating it was activating. He placed his
thumb on the depressor and injected her with the Hades dialect chip, and she
made a small noise in the back of her throat. “I’m sorry.” He apologized for
hurting her, but he already had the needle out and leaned back, giving her
space.

“I’m fine.” She glanced up at him
and cupped the side of her neck. Her eyes widened slightly, and he grinned. “I
just said that in your language.”

He nodded. “Yes, the chip travels
through your bloodstream and into your brain.”

She clearly didn’t know what to
say in response, because all she did was
stare
at him.
She rubbed the spot on her neck once more, and then dropped her hand back onto
her lap. “I want you to know that I’m not afraid of the three of you, even
though I probably should be.”

He reached out and brushed his
thumb along her cheek. “You’re so smooth and soft to the touch.” He looked into
her green eyes, took in the slope of her nose, of her high cheekbones, and the
fact her flesh was white like the bone he used to make his tables.
“So beautiful.”
He caught the way her breathing changed, how
it quickened, and the scent of her arousal was increasing. His breeding need
was rubbing off on her, seeping into her very pores so she was becoming more
inflamed with it.

They both started to breathe
heavier now, and Brawn couldn’t help but stare at the fullness of her lips that
were red like his body. He ached for her, needed to have her, and he wasn’t
sure if he could wait. Moving closer to her, he cupped the side of her throat
and stroked the area he had just injected her. “If you only knew the need that
my kind has for their mate, the desire to breed with them, protect them at all
costs, and have them feel safe, you would be so fucking frightened of me,
Minka
.” He lifted his gaze to her eyes, saw how wide they
were, and although she might have appeared scared, he scented her desire. “You
want me, want my brothers, but we don’t want to push you.”

She shook her head, ran her
tongue along her bottom lip, and he swore her entire body shook right in front
of him. His inner beast rose up inside of him like a living entity, trying to
take control and complete the breeding with his mate.

Brawn pulled her close so that
only an inch separated their mouths. He breathed in her scent, her very
essence, into his body, and a deep, low groan left him. His cock jerked behind
his leathers at the smell of her. Gone was the aroma of her unease and
uncertainty of this situation, and in its place was her burning desire. It had
been a constant hum in her, and he had smelled it on her on more than one
occasion when she was around him and his brothers.

He glanced down, saw the big
mounds of her breasts right under the shift, and curled his hand on his thigh
into a tight fist. The material did nothing to conceal the stiff peaks of her
nipples. He wanted her desperately, and the urge to breed with her ran him
hard, had his dick jerking violently, had his claws itching to mark her body,
and his fangs descending even further. He stared at her for several long
seconds, and then the sound of his brothers coming into the cave had him being
pulled out of his lust at the moment.

Thorque
and
Lukin
came in, a small red tailed
hyde
bird in their grasps, but
they stopped when they saw Brawn sitting so close to her.

Brawn cleared his throat and
stood. “She has the dialect chip in her, so we can freely speak our language
now.”

Lukin
nodded and had his focus on
Minka
, and
Thorque
shifted on his feet, clearly scenting the arousal
in the air, and finding it harder to control himself.

“Are you hungry?”
Thorque
asked, and held up the bird.

She made a strangled sound,
covered her mouth, and Brawn knew the bird was an ugly thing. No doubt she
worried about the taste.

“It’s actually pretty good, and
when it cooks up you won’t even remember it looking like that.” Brawn smiled at
her. The bird was an ugly creature, with bone protruding out of its back, its
red feathers oily to protect it from the heat, and its face looking like it was
a mixture of swollen and broken.

“It’s also high in protein, and
right now to make sure you continue to gain weight so you are at optimum
health, you’ll need a lot of protein,”
Thorque
said
and brought the bird into the cooking area.
Lukin
followed behind, and for the next twenty minutes they plucked the feathers, cut
off limbs, and skinned the animal. The only thing not edible on the bird was
its head, but there was venom in the bird’s brain that was used for the tips of
their blades and could render a being paralyzed.

Once
Thorque
was finished cutting the bird,
Lukin
started cooking
it from the flame that was opened up from a center rock in the preparation
area. The flames beneath the mountain fueled it, and in a matter of seconds the
meat was cooked and ready for
Minka
to eat. Brawn
stood and took the plate
Lukin
gave him, and brought
it to her. When he set the horn plate in front of her she eyed it hesitantly.

“I promise it tastes better than
it looked.” Brawn tried to ease her, even tried to put
himself
in her position. But although he sympathized with her, he couldn’t see anything
but how they were trying to help her, and she needed to understand that.

“Here,
Minka
.
Try this,”
Lukin
said and walked over to them to hand
her a
Monel
stick.

“Isn’t that what you were chewing
on that made you…
”
She glanced between them.

“It’ll make you feel at ease,”
Lukin
answered.

She shook her head. “I’d rather
not. I’d like to keep my mind clear when—” She looked down, and although she
didn’t state it, Brawn knew she was talking about when they took her finally.

“It’s okay. No one will force you
to do anything,”
Thorque
said once he was in the
sitting area and on the chair across from them. For several moments no one
spoke as they ate, but Brawn knew his brothers had their attention trained
right on her. The room grew heated from their arousal and thick with their
scent of wanting her.

When she finished she set the
plate aside and looked at each of them. “I’m safe here?” she asked softly.
Brawn nodded, but
Thorque
answered.

“You are. We wouldn’t let
anything harm you.”

She nodded and looked at her
hands in her lap. “But what if one of those creatures comes in here when you’re
gone? What if I need to leave the cave? How will I survive the heat?” She
started breathing faster. Everything was clearly starting to slam into her, and
the shock of her situation was evident on her face. “And water, I don’t even know
how you have any.” Sweat beaded her forehead. “This place is like hell.” She
gasped out, and the tears started to fall hard and fast. “Oh.
God.”
She rested her head back on the couch, closed her
eyes, and for a second no one moved or spoke.