Three decades ago a race of humanoid aliens landed on Earth. Humans were inferior, weaker, and no match for the stronger, warrior-bred beings known only as Rogues.
Now the Rogues rule Earth.
Greta is a human and in hiding. When she and the other humans are found, she fears she will be used for labor, or as breeding stock.
Tolcan is enforcer for his kind. When he finds humans his job is to capture them. But he takes an interest in one particular female. Going against what his kind believes, he takes her as his own. Something primal and possessive in him takes over. He wants her as his mate. He won’t stop until he’s claimed her, damn the consequences.
Be Warned: spanking, bondage, anal play
“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.