Prey

Chapter 13 - Dangerous Games

*Smut ahead. You've been warned.*

Extending the trip back home turned out to be one of my worst ideas. It'd been only two days but it felt like months had passed.

Instead of jumping through hyperspace, I decided to show her the planets in her galaxy. At the time I thought it would be fine to do so; I was horribly wrong. Her scent, that sweet and subtly spicy scent, was everywhere. I couldn't escape it in my own ship. I holed myself in my trophy room with the excuse that I needed to dust them, not telling her the filtration system doesn't even allow such a thing to happen. The little white lie had done well for now.

For her sake I'd had to focus on controlling my urges as the height of the mating cycle had hit its peak. If I were to lose control I could hurt her in the process. There had been times where she brushed against me by accident as she raced here and there to see the passing planets after a jump; my will was slowly deteriorating.

A few times she made herself at home in the pilot's seat with her little legs barely reaching the other side and forcing her to curl up in a ball like one of the Earth animals oomans keep as pets. I even caught her asleep with the tablet device still playing in her lap, her amber hair fanned out around her as she slumbered. It was in these moments that I was able to study her in detail.

When she was awake she was full of excitement with every new view of space that passed by. I'd never seen someone so excited to see a empty wasteland.

Space is boring. Unlike her.

Leoni was my undoing after all.

I'm an Elite hunter, being torn apart by the tiny hybrid creature with flaming hair and golden-hour eyes. I felt shame for not having the willpower to completely stay away. Cowardice prevented me from explaining that she only found my scent appealing because of the mating cycle in bloom.

I wasn't stupid. I knew she felt it and fought it. My hybrid was having a struggle of her own but...I was beginning to believe some things were intentional. Even a suckling, a mere child, could see the flirtatious nature she approached me with or the "accidental" brush against me.

It was a fight to not rut her where she stood for trying to purposefully push me over the edge.

Some things were actually unintentional, those I could pass, but this, this game she was playing would end up with one of us unable to walk; it wouldn't be me. Our bodies tangled together in ecstasy as I rutted every last ounce of her dangerous game out of her. When I was through with her she'd feel nothing but me dominating her little body and the acceptance that she's my mate, mine.

The little shit claimed to no longer fear me.

That was fine.

She would learn to fear my stamina, instead. The hybrid would learn just how strong Yautja are when it comes to mating and how long we can keep it going if we so desire.

It was on the third day that she pushed me over the edge and I shredded what little resolve I'd struggle to maintain.

I found her dancing to a song from her world that's electronic music as she calls it. Her little body swayed and her scaled hips glistened in the artificial lighting of the common room as they tucked and rolled to the beat of the music. The sight had me frozen on the spot while she was oblivious to my presence. She only opened her eyes when I purred at the enticing sight before me. A small smile tugged at her lips while she turned to tap the tablet where the music stopped.

"Hey, you finally left your hole. Are you okay?" Concern ebbed in her voice as that amber curtained head of hers cocked to the side, something she does when she's curious.