Mate Her Read Free

moved toward her. He pushed away a piece of her dark hair from her face, and the possessive side
of Lukin came through like the Razzora Beast trampling through the Bolla trees. But Brawn
felt it, too, and so did Thorque . The ingrained part
of their animal side told them that this was their woman, regardless if she
claimed them as well. They were in their breeding phase, and because they had found
her she was theirs. It was as simple as that.
    “Let’s get finished on the engine, because the
sooner we get the fuck out of here, the better,” Brawn said, and his brothers
grunted in agreement before leaving them alone. He rested back on the table and
closed his eyes. He felt stronger by the second, but instead of leaving right
away he looked at the woman again. Her breasts tented her ratty, holed-up
shirt, and the stiff peaks of her nipples poked through the material. Her
concave belly was showing through one of the longer tears in the shirt, and
what used to be pants, he assumed, were hacked off in places. She was also
filthy, probably from living under a rock just to survive this harsh planet. It
may look beautiful on the outside, but deep in the heart of it all was a planet
full of hunger that could strip a person away. But he could tell underneath all
of that grime she was quite a stunning creature. He needed to get her well,
needed her body to have curves and fullness, because if she was to bear them
strong warrior sons she couldn’t be a weakling. He rested his head back on the
table, closed his eyes, and felt the strength in him reach capacity. He hoped
she’d see what they were doing as keeping her safe, and not taking her away
from her life. Humans might be weaker, slower, and inferior to his kind, but if
this female had survived even one night in this world, than she had to have
some intelligence to her, and that was what he was hoping for.  

Chapter Two
     
    There was a buzzing that filled her ears and
vibrations that surrounded her body. It was strange, unusual, but slightly
comforting. She opened her eyes, not feeling tired, hungry, or in any kind of
discomfort, which was odd since every day she had woken up those were the three
things that assaulted her. She blinked several times and kept her attention on
the space above her. She was on her back, on something that was warm and hard,
but not uncomfortable. Steel and bolts, lights and weird pieces of metal
covered what she assumed to be the ceiling of wherever she was. Trying to
remember how she even got here only brought her to the last memory she had.
    Running. The Razzora Beast chasing her. Pain from the quill in her neck. All of that came
rushing back to her, but she kept still, kept quiet, and tried to slow her
breathing.
    Obviously she wasn’t dead, or at least she assumed
she wasn’t, but she didn’t feel sick or tired, and nothing on her hurt. Surely
she would be in some serious pain if she had survived that Razzora chase. Pushing up on her elbows, she glanced down at the small tube in her arm,
followed that to the machine that was attached to a system above her, and then
glanced around the rest of the room. She was clearly on some kind of ship, and
she knew that because of all the metal and technology that surrounded her. She
also knew she was on a spacecraft because of the familiar hum in the room.
There was a table beside her, and it was dark, smooth, and made up of this
shiny, onyx kind of stone. It was empty, but there was a tube similar to the one
in her arm that sat on top of it.
    “You’re up.” The deep male voice came from beside
her.
    Minka turned around swiftly, her head feeling slightly dizzy from the jarring
movement. She gripped onto the table and stared at this man, no, this monster
that stood just a few feet from her. He leaned against the entryway, his arms crossed over his bare chest, and stared at her as if he was trying to
figure her out. She still wore her ratty clothes, and knew she was dirty as
hell, but this alien looked