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He snapped his sharp, white teeth together, the sound causing her to jerk back in horrified fascination even as her eyes roamed over his features, taking him in. His sinewy torso was covered by a brown leather breastplate, heavily muscled thighs were encased in leather pants, and there were black boots on his feet.
But where her captor had a muted, unimpressive blue shimmer along his light gray skin, this Aragnokan’s veins glowed a brilliant white, making his deep gray skin appear even darker. Nearly black. His glowing veins were like cracks of lightning that peeked through his flesh, illuminating the darkness around him.
Even his black eyes had flashes of beaming white through them, increasing in intensity the longer he stared at her. There were small horns protruding from short, black hair set on the top of his head. He had long nails, too, that curled slightly, like claws, and full lips accentuating his strong jawline.
He reminded her of a hot alien warlord.
She’d never seen anything quite like him. He was as breathtaking as he was terrifying, and despite her fear, she felt a distinct flare of desire begin to rise within her.
Clearly she was confused, because there was nothing to be desired about her situation. It was likely a side effect of adrenaline, she told herself. Nothing more.
He huffed, snarling at her, shouting something harshly that she didn’t understand. He repeated the words twice, and then he reached for her, those large, clawed hands clamping over her forearm and pulling her up.
Cordelia screamed, immediately struggling in his monstrous grip.
“Let me go, you son of a bitch!”
He shouted more foreign words at her, each one harsher than the last, drowning out her own panicked cries.
He shook her slightly when her screams grew louder, echoing in the woods around them, and Cordelia did the only thing she could think of.
She kicked, her shin slamming right between his legs.
The Aragnokan let out a low grunt, releasing her as static filled the air around them, providing such a heated charge that her nipples hardened, lust reigniting inside her even as her brain screamed at her to flee.
A deep gray mist began to pour out around him, almost as if it was seeping from his skin, billowing out along the forest floor.
“What the hell?” Cordelia asked in disbelief, a fine tremor starting in her voice and spreading through her entire body as the mist moved forward. As if it was reaching for her.
She stumbled backwards, tripping over her own feet before she turned and fled, her escape taking on a far more frenzied edge as he bellowed something dark and threatening behind her.
She ran like hell, refusing to look back.
“Foolish human!” Ezul yelled, rising unsteadily to his feet as his mist swirled angrily around him, pulsing in time with the ache in his balls.
He had only just arrived back on Aragnok after several months at war, and now, not even a few minutes from his home, he was accosted by a human in the woods. He’d heard her from ages away, wheezing and running about frantically. He had come here tohelp, thinking she was in some sort of danger.
He didn’t expect thatshewould be the danger.
The menace hadn’t even answered his questions about her welfare, instead she’d shrieked in his face like a demon as he’d attempted to help her stand and then nailed him in the balls like a trained assassin.
And now? The nuisance was running through the woodsagainwith no shoes. She must have cut the soles of her feet; there were tiny dots of blood soaking the forest floor, leading a trail directly to her.
Not that Ezul needed to see her tracks to follow her; he could simply scent the metallic essence of her blood in the air.
Most of his kind would be unable to use such means of tracking, but he was a warrior, born with superior senses and abilities. He could call on mist and lightning, using them to win wars for his planet as he had for years.
He should have seen her attack coming from a mile away, but he’d been so caught off-guard by her striking black hair and the fear shining in her haunting green eyes. Ezul had never seen a human woman before and was unsure if they all looked so achingly beautiful and exhausted.
She must be a participant of The Harvest Games, he thought to himself, slowly beginning to draw his mist back into his body as he calmed down and the ache eased.
The Harvest Games was a recent competition among the males of his race where women from all over the universe volunteered to compete for their ‘freedom’, tasked with finding specific males with keys that would allow them to escape back to their home worlds.
The males in turn attempted to ‘collect’ the women before they could escape, earning a point for each one that was turned in to the government.
The prizes for winners were vast: glory, money, and the option to mate with a rare female of the Aragnokan race, a much sought after prize since their population had been dwindling for years.
The human must have been a competitor, but she’d been frightened. Injured. And even though he’d probably regret it, Ezul began chasing after her, intent on assisting her. She needed to find shelter.
