Two Hunters, from different worlds.

Chapter 7

I was going crazy!

After my little warning, I expected the alien to come after me almost immediately. I thought the big alien boy would be angry enough to break into my house so we could have some kind of... discussion.

I was thrilled by the idea of him coming for me. I knew I had impressed him with our little fight. But as the days went by, my excitement and confidence slowly faded. Frustration crept in, leaving me feeling mocked and ignored.

Then, finally, he showed up-shattering a window in the process. Dramatic. But at least he was here, with me.

He probably thought his sudden entrance would scare me-jaws open, blades on display, a true predator in his element. If I had been a normal person, maybe I would have screamed, run away, or at least tried to call for help.

But I'm not normal.

Not as a person, not as a woman.

And as soon as I saw his eyes locked onto my body, I felt myself burning.

Those golden eyes blazed like fire, and with every step he took toward me, my body reacted. Another step, and my breath hitched. I was sweating, my skin feverish despite the fact that it was barely fifteen degrees outside. Yet, I felt like I was trapped in the middle of the Sahara. And it was all his fault.

What was happening to me? My body was out of control-I was out of control. Desire pooled deep in my stomach, a sensation I had never felt so intensely before.

Did he think he could be forgiven so easily, just for breaking a window? Maybe. With all that purring and the way he was looking at me... maybe. After all, he did make quite the entrance. But I wasn't about to tell him that.

Staying angry at him was becoming increasingly difficult.

I had never felt this way about anyone before-not just desire, but need. Race didn't matter. I wasn't some pure, untouched angel, but I had never been this excited for a man before, let alone an alien. Was this fate? A sign? I had no idea what to think.

But I knew I wanted to find out.

So, before the Yautja could get too close, I started backing away, never breaking eye contact. I wanted him to keep watching me, to follow me with his gaze.

I wanted to tease him.

I moved my hips slowly, deliberately, brushing my fingers over my breasts just enough to draw his attention. His burning eyes tracked my every movement, his breathing deepening.

By the time I reached my bedroom, I couldn't resist anymore.

It was as if his low snarls and predatory stare were an unspoken command, ordering me to touch myself.

Or maybe it was just me-maybe I was the one who wanted to start this game.

Either way, I obeyed.

I ran my hands over my body, teasing myself, knowing he was watching. Loving that he was watching. The way his muscles tensed, the way his entire body was rigid with restraint-it thrilled me. A soft moan escaped my lips, and that was his breaking point.

"Enough!" he growled.

I smirked. Oh?

"Why? Aren't you enjoying yourself?" I asked, voice dripping with sensual amusement.

His chest puffed out as he bared his fangs.

"I'll be the one to satisfy your woman's desires." His voice was deep, rough, vibrating through the room like a warning.

He didn't wait for my reply.

In a flash, he grabbed my wrists, lifting them above my head and pinning them there with one strong hand. The other moved over my body, trailing firm, possessive touches down to my breast. He cupped it, squeezed it, his claws barely grazing my sensitive skin.

My breath stuttered. A rush of heat flooded between my legs, and I whimpered, unable to stop the sound.

I never would have guessed that this muscular alien had a tongue like that-long, hot, skilled enough to make me tremble in his grasp.

"I wonder..." I murmured between ragged breaths. "If that tongue of yours is good for something else, too-besides my tits."

I smirked at him, waiting for his reaction. Would he take the challenge?

At first, he didn't seem to hear me. He was entirely focused on my breasts, almost... fascinated. Maybe Yautja females were different from human women. Maybe my body was a novelty to him.

Not that I minded.

His hand trailed lower, and for a moment, I thought he was about to touch me where I really wanted him. But instead, he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, spreading my legs over his hips.

The first brush of our bodies sent a shiver through me. His skin was rough, but warm-too warm. And I could feel him, hard and heavy against me.

Wait.

Where the hell had his loincloth gone?

A warning light flickered in my brain. A tiny one. But my body? It didn't give a damn. It was ready. Treacherous thing.

A gasp escaped me as I felt him press against my entrance. Just the tip. Fuck. Even that was enough to make my body react, my core clenching in anticipation.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

But still, one thought nagged at me-one last, lingering sense of logic before I completely lost myself in this moment.

"If you want to continue, big alien boy... I'd like to know your name first." I purred. "At least then, I can moan it every time I come. What do you think?"

His golden eyes locked onto mine. A low purr rumbled from deep in his chest.

"Vor'Mekta."

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. "Stalker. Hunter. Elite." His voice dripped with pride.

I laughed breathlessly. "Stalker, huh? I'd say that fits. Maybe even a bit of a voyeur, too."

He growled softly in response, the sound vibrating through my body.

"I think I'll call you Vor. What do you think?" I teased.

His only answer was another low growl, his grip tightening on my ass as his other hand resumed its merciless exploration of my body.

I had his attention now.

And I planned to keep it.