She awoke to the smell of scorched metal and alien rain. Captain Aggie Bryce crawled from the wreckage of her scout ship, ribs bruised, flight suit torn. The planet was forbidden for a reason, violet storms, carnivorous flora, and rumors of primal natives who claimed trespassers as mates. She didn't believe the rumors until he stepped from the mist. He was massive, eight feet of corded muscle, covered in deep indigo skin, spiraling horns curling from his brow like a crown of midnight.
His eyes glowed amber, slitted like a predator's. A loincloth of woven vines barely contained the heavy ridge of his arousal. He moved like thunder, contained every step, making the ground tremble. Baggie froze. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, and a low rumble old from his chest. Approval, hunger, possession, you trespass, he growled in broken universal voice. Gravel and smoke. I crashed. She shot back, chin high, even as her thighs clenched
God's He was magnificent, terrifying, beautiful. He circled her, slowly, tail lashing thick, prehensile, tipped with a soft tuft that brushed her calf and sent lightning up her spine. Your scent calls me. He stopped behind her, heat radiating. One massive hand settled on her hip, claws pricking but never breaking skin. Mate scent mine. Aggie's breath hitched. She should fight, should run? Instead? She leaned back into him, feeling the iron bar of his cock press against her ass through
torn fabric. It was ridged, thick, throbbing with alien heat. I don't belong to anyone, she whispered, but her mind deceived her body as wetness seeped against her will. He spun her, lifting her effortlessly until her legs wrapped his waist. Those glowing eyes bored into hers, his voice deep and primitive, but passionate. You will beg me. Did he have extraterrestrial knowledge? He seemed to be able to read her thoughts. He felt her desire. He responded exactly the way she hoped
he would. Her secret desires answered. His mouth claimed hers not a kiss, a conquest. Tongue thick and textured, tasting of storm and spice. One hand shredded her suit like paper, bearing her to the rain. The other cupped her breast, lowering her sensitive spot, testing her body's reactions, then lower that wicked tail coiled around her thigh, spreading her. The tufted tip teased her slick folds, stroking learning. She bucked against it, desperate, Oh, yes, more more, she begged in
a soft, hungry whisper. He growled, triumphantly, lowering her to the soft moss. His cock, Oh gods, it was enormous, ridged, flared at the tip, nudged her entrance mine. He rumbled, pushing in slow, gyrating his hips, stretching her until pleasure bordered pain. Aggie screamed for him, Mine, mine, just as he did for her. He sank in fully, ridges, dragging every nerve, His horns lowered, offering hand holds as he
began to move, deep, primal, perfect. The reins of the savage planet baptized them both as she clenched around him, wave after wave of blinding pleasure, ripping her open. Captain Aggie Bryce, once untouchable, was claimed at last, body breath and feral heart by the horned god who had waited lifetimes for a mate bold enough to claim him back