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chapter 6

Taking the female onboard had been a huge mistake, he found her loud and annoying, like she didn't know how to shut up.

Hoomans were such gregarious species, unlike his kind. He had spent most of his life alone, traveling among the stars, to seek out and hunt down worthy preys. He lived for the glory of the hunt and enjoyed the thrill it provided. He would congregate with his people once a year when the matting season was near, to prove his worth, to fulfill his obligations, and also prolong his people's bloodline.

Hunting and mating. Simple as that.

Now, centuries of living in solitude had been disrupted by the hooman. She followed him everywhere, babbling about what she did for the day, asking where he went, questions after questions, even his disinterest was evident, and not answering her inquiries did nothing to stop her.

Sometimes, he would lock her in the bedchamber just so he could concentrate in peace. His patience was constantly being tested when she was around.

He tried another approach - avoiding the female on purpose, including to lash out at her, anything he could possibly do to keep her away, but his plans seemed to work against him. Especially after that night.

Ever since the night she drove herself into his arms inexplicably, her sweet scent had never left his keen sense of smell, and that was not the worst part yet. Her scent in the air only got stronger as days passed, it was stronger than a Yautja female in peak heat - sweet and tantalizing, and it was driving him to the brink of madness. His brother Gahtan even sensed his hunger for mating and joked about how he acted like a young blood.

For the first time, he cursed himself for his keen senses.

He exhausted every avenue known to him - hunting, training, meditation, and spending most of his time in the weapons room - to subdue his primal desires, but with the mating season fastly approaching, none of it helped him at all. One whiff of her lingering scent in the air, that was all it took to undo him.

Do all hooman females smell like that, or just her? He wondered in disbelief.

As bad as his current situation was - the female seemed unaffected by her scent as hoomans rely more on visual, rather than their sense of smell.

He smelled her musk once when he was in training - she had followed him like usual, no matter how cold and distant he acted towards her - he tried to ignore her to focus on his training, but he caught a whiff of her musk. It stirred him, drove him wild with desire and he scared her off.

Was it her musk I caused, or did I image this?

He was killing himself just to think about it, and all because of her sweet scent? This was absurd, even though the mating season was near, he was an experienced hunter after all, not a young blood eager to mate. He found the idea of mating with a hooman repulsive, but her sweet scent was so addictive, it effected him greatly. He should have locked her in the room.

Now, not only he spent all day outside hunting and scouting, even at nights alone, after his brother had retired to his ship. He came back only when he had to - preparing trophies, cleaning his weapons, training and bathing.

But the female grew bolder, she was clearly not afraid of him anymore, because this time she dared to spew out her anger at him.

Unacceptable.

It surprised him at first, then quickly turned into fury at her incautious remarks. Keeping a hooman prey around was bad enough for him, now he even wanted to mate the female, and he couldn't let her go either, not after what she had seen and knew. He shouldn't intervened when she came back. He should have left her there and stayed away.

Why didn't he? And now his claws were on her neck and he was spilling out threats to her. He wanted her to be afraid of him, to be scared to even near him. He wanted to remind her what he was really capable of, and why she should fear him.

To his shock, his fury was suddenly stifled by her potent musk. It was sweet, mixed with fear. No way he could have mistaken it this time, he felt her hips bucking as her throbbing heat pressed against his abdomen. It nearly undid him.

He dropped her and dashed for the forest before he lost his control.

He distracted himself by spending the night monitoring his prey, while repeating the same words in his head again and again.

Focus, you're a proud Yautja warrior, do not give in for the unworthy hooman.

He restrained his desires to stoop low for a hooman, by the time his head was finally cleared, the land bathed in the sunset glows. He hoped his plan had worked last night.

Bau'jah reluctantly returned to the ship. A thin strip of bright light inlaid around the ship's interior walls lit up upon his return. On the way walking towards the bathing area, before he reached his destination, he spotted the female lying on the floor unconsciously at the far end of the ship.

As he moved in closer, a heady smell assaulted his nose, he eyed the empty bottle next to her suspiciously and backed to her flushed face. He grunted with displeasure. She dared to touch his c'ntlip!

He lifted her body up and felt her temperature hotter than normal, her heart rate erratic. He resisted the urge to touch after her delirious confession and carried her to the bed. The female was clearly too drunk.

He tried his best to leave her as he placed her on the bed, but she told him to stay.

Is that longing in her eyes?

He froze for a moment and his hesitation gave her the advantage as he abruptly stumbled into the bed with her, he cursed himself for showing such weakness, but he couldn't bring himself to push her away either. He enjoyed the feeling of her body sitting on top of him, the contact made him growling with immense need, and it took all of his willpower to stay still.

His muscles strained with efforts for control as she lowered her face into his. Bau'jah placed his hands on her hips inadvertently, and pressed her body downward hard to his already hardened member for more physical contact. He hissed when she responded the same way.

Pauk, she wanted him. Her arousal was so thick in the air, he could almost taste it with his tongue.

And that was when he lost all self-control.

He moved his hands to the globes of her ass, kneading them greedily. HE was going to advance further to her sex  when she suddenly blacked out on top of him,

PAUK!

His tusks tightened as he tried to regain his focus through the haze of lust.

Her head rested in the crook of his neck and he nuzzled his tusks into her soft, long hair. Inhaling deeply, his mandibles flexed with each breath he took. Her smell was tantalizing as he battled fiercely between his lust and sanity. A battle he knew he would eventually lose. He flipped her over onto the bed, hovering above her as he leered every inch of her delectable hooman body lasciviously.

Hewas salivating at her.

If he couldn't kill her, if his tactics did nothing to stop her from affecting him either, then he would change his strategy. He would give what she seeks. He would claim her, and he would take everything he needs from her.

Kneading her soft breast for the one last time, he exited the room.