Alien Gratification

Chapter 5

Solange stared up at the large alien man, pissed. She had never been manhandle before in her life and now suddenly this...man, this alien dared hold her with such ferocity.

"Cómo te atreves?" She snapped, Spanish flowing from her lips in her angry state, something that was prone to happen when her emotions hit a high.

He raised a brow at her, the look in his orange eyes almost piercing. He was looking at her like she was a piece of meat, a rare steak laying on a slab for his choosing.

She still felt weak in the knees but her emotions were so high that she didn't care.

He growled low in his throat, and her eyes landed on his neck, noticing a large Adam's apple bobbing. "I do not understand your words."

Her eyes widened as she realized that she understood his words. Confusion washed over her features. How was this possible? Moments ago his words had been a deep rumble filled with tongue clicking and lip popping but now she understood his every word.

Her eyes wandered over to the discarded shell of a fruit that resembled a tiny coconut. She stared at it, the bitter taste of the fruit's milk still lingering behind on her tongue. She jerked her head up when the sound of grass crushing caught her attention. She looked up just as he reached her, her face inches away from the lower half of his body.

There was an obvious bulge in his pants, a large, hard bulge. She squeaked, pushing herself back.

"What are you doing?" She managed.

He frowned down at her, "Why is it that I did not understand you when you first spoke?"

She was utterly speechless. The man was just gigantic, in more than one way. "Answer me." He demanded.

His tone made her bristle. "Don't talk to me that way!" She said before she could stop herself.

She expected him to get angry but to her surprise he burst out laughing, amused with her spirit.

"No need to grow hostile, little human." He chuckled, "I am merely curious. I do not know much about the human language. I have only met one other human and her mate does not encourage unmated males talking to his woman."

Her chest was heaving, her breast moving with every breath.

He reached a hand toward her, "Come, I shall continue to clean your skin and then we shall talk. You will not run from me again."

She narrowed her eyes on him, adrenaline pumping through her once more. Her fight or flight was suddenly triggered. The last thing she wanted was to be stranded out in the wilderness on an alien planet with a rock hard, pun intended, seemingly over dominate man that stared at her with eyes filled with hunger. She slapped his hand away and that caused a scowl to spread across his face.

He sighed in exasperation before just grabbing her by the arm, yanking her up. She struggled, trying to pry his hand off her. "Let me go! Let me go, now!"

He dragged her toward the makeshift hut he had put together and she went along kicking and screaming, smacking him as he pulled her along.

He pushed her into the hut and she landed on her butt, wincing slightly. He climbed in, picking up the wash cloth and using the water in his canteen. She moved out of his reach but he merely grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her close, moving the cloth across her skin, wiping at the dry blood and grime.

She kicked at him but he ignored her, not wavering in his need to touch her. Caress her.

"Stop touching me!" She shrieked.

"Do not be stubborn. I have every right to touch you."

"Qué?" She bellowed incredulously. "You have no rights to me at all!"

"You are mine. My stars were read and my fate foretold, you are the mate that has been chosen for me thus you are mine."

She snatched away from him, groaning, "My life couldn't get any worse? From one hell hole to another? Just great!"

He frowned at her. "You are talking to yourself, is this a human custom?"

"Si, of course it is! We humans hold many conversations with ourselves!" She said sarcastically.

He tsked, "That seems foolish."

"Ugh! Fuck me!" She moaned.

He tilted his head before a sly smile spread across his lips. He turned from her and reached for his pack, pulling out the skin canteen filled du-li-ta juice. He offered it to her and she frowned, "I'm not-," she cut herself off as the image of him forcing her to drink moments earlier flashed inside her mind. She hesitated but snatched the canteen from him, preferring to drink of her own accord rather than being forced into it.

She took a sip before gagging, the taste made her whole body shake and she pulled the canteen away, shaking her head in disgust. He pushed her hand back toward her, the look on his face determined.

She made herself take a long sip and then pushed it back toward him. He took it, seemingly happy with amount she drank.

He put it to his lips and took a big gulp before wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He suddenly moved toward her, gripping her by the thighs and yanking her body toward his.

She sputtered, trapped underneath him. He leaned closer to her, one of his hands cupping between her legs. She gasped, bringing her knees up and clamping her legs together. "What the hell are you doing?"

He chuckled at her shock, "I am filling your wish. You asked me to fuck you, and so I shall."

Her eyes widened. "That was a figure of speech! I didn't mean it literally!"

"Your body will not see it as 'a figure of speech'." He frowned, "You have consumed the sacred mating juice. You will need me."

She tried to push him away but her efforts were useless. He was like a steel wall.

Just as she opened her mouth to complain a feeling of need rocketed down her spine so strong she nearly choked on her own saliva. Her body tingled to life, and she squeezed her legs tighter together. Her nipples hardened, her pupils dilated, her lips parted. She stared up at him, his words resonating through her head. You have consumed the sacred mating juice.

"Oh, dios mío." She whispered as it dawned on her. "Eres un hijo de puta!"