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NATALIE

B lue ozone flashed again, taking me through a dizzying tumble of worlds in the blink of my eyes to land on something hard. Sandwiched. Crushing the air out of my chest.

Disoriented, it took me a second to realize we hadn’t traveled through spinning galaxies but simply to the peak of Volcán Atitlán. The crushing wall of stone beneath me was Kroktl.

Which put Axxol on my back. No wonder I couldn’t fucking breathe.

He snapped his teeth in sharp warning, his breath hot on my nape. “I can chase your delectable ass back down the slope of the volcano if you’d like.”

Breathing was overrated anyway.

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

My heart thudded heavy beats that seemed to last an eternity.

Raw, feral musk filled my nose. Something sticky dripped down my ribcage.

Kroktl’s fingers tightened in my hair, pinning my head against his chest. He rumbled out a raptor rattle, deeper than his usual chuckle. He wasn’t teasing or laughing.

But soothing, trying to calm the Big Rig down.

Holy fuck.

Danger sheared through me, making me shiver. I stayed very still, letting them sort out whatever was going on.

“It’s alright, baby,” Kroktl finally said, his voice gentle and low. “I shouldn’t have bloodied him with our hormones high and your pheromones thick in the air.”

Cautiously, I opened myself up to the grid and then slammed my awareness closed before the onslaught overwhelmed me.

Fury. Lust. Hunger.

A volatile combination. Especially for an alpha dynos.

With his naked mate beneath him.

His chest heaved against my back. He rubbed his nose against my neck, behind my ear, into my hair, breathing loudly. Rumbling. His teeth gripped my earlobe sharply enough I jolted between them. A startled cry escaped my lips.

So he did it again, adding sharp nips on my neck that almost made me bleat like a sheep going to slaughter.

Probably not the kind of sound I should make right now.

“On the contrary.” Kroktl huffed out a low rumble that wasn’t a chuckle but something darker. The sound a predator makes before he takes a nice big bite of something squirming and still kicking. “That’s the best sound of all. Make all the noise you want, baby. Make him think of sex and not food.”

:Your hormones are dangerously high,: Snryx said on the grid to Axxol . :Much higher, and you’ll go into rut.:

Gulp. Squirm. Tremble.

I knew what that meant.

Breeding time.

My breath caught on another desperate sound. Fear. Or excitement? I wasn’t sure. Did I even want to have another dynos baby?

Axxol’s baby. A vicious blue-eyed beauty to match her sister.

A spasm wracked his big body. He lifted his weight off me and scooted down enough to press his hot cheek against the small of my back, his arms around my hips. “You’d carry my youngling?”

I thought about it. Really thought about it. Let the idea roll around in my head. I knew what to expect this time. “Yeah, I would. Though I’d like to wait a little longer.”

“I can hold off,” he breathed out raggedly. “A little while.” He breathed deeply again and held it before releasing it. “But I’m going to need to take a bite out of this ass while Red fucks you.”

AXXOL

I couldn’t risk being inside her right now. Especially if I was going to mark her. The taste of her blood alone might be enough to push me into rut. If she wasn’t ready to breed, I didn’t need the temptation.

Besides, it was only fitting Red fuck her while I marked my mate. He found her. He shared her. He saved her.

He saved me. All of us. Giving us something to fucking live for other than killing.

As Red thrust up into her welcoming heat, her throaty moan stirred my rex. He bulged and strained inside me, demanding his freedom. Blood scented the air. He wanted to hunt. Needed to feast. Especially on her.

It took every script of alpha programming in the feat of engineering that had created me to hold on to my human form. Sweat burned my eyes. My lungs worked like massive bellows. I stunk to HQ of raw, rank rex.

I squeezed and kneaded her buttocks until I managed to bring the rex down a notch.

Then I couldn’t help but sample her. I dragged my tongue down the full length of her crack, stroking her tender flesh.

At least my tongue was less like sandpaper in this form, so she moaned instead of flinched away.

I licked up the cream dripping from her slit, curling my tongue around as much as possible.

Ignoring me entirely, Kroktl pumped in long, slow thrusts, drawing out her pleasure until she squirmed and writhed on him. Her breath caught in sexy little sighs and moans, driving me mad.

“This is what our alpha can’t do for you,” Kroktl drawled.

My head snapped up with a retort, ready to blast him back to Nyan Station. But she quivered and thrashed between us, shaking me out of instantaneous rage. On the grid, I felt exactly what he’d done, and yeah, I had to commend him on his control.

I struggled to manipulate the size of my cock, while he made it look incredibly easy.

Shrinking himself down to something more manageable until she was completely revved up—and then thickening and lengthening to fill up her entire channel and then some.

He didn’t release the knot, but he swelled the tip of his dick and pressed it up against her cervix until she whimpered.

Gripping her hips, I shoved her forward, tilting her ass up to get a better bite.

“I want to mark you at the same time,” she said.

I stretched my left arm up and curled it around her, offering her my wrist, forearm, whatever she cared to sink her teeth into. She slipped her fingers into mine, her other hand wrapping around my elbow braced on Red’s chest.

Planting his feet in the soft soil on either side of my body, he thrust his hips, driving up into her. Lifting us both effortlessly. Her fingernails dug into my skin, tiny pricks that roused the rex again. He liked a little pain. Fuck yeah. Though her human?—

A vise clamped down on my wrist, surprising the shit out of me. Jerking with surprise, I rumbled encouragement. “Do that shit again.”

“Ask me nicely,” she gasped out.

The fuck if I didn’t growl out, “please,” before I sank my teeth into her buttock. I couldn’t even bring myself to care, not when her blood hit my tongue.

So good. Better than anything I’d ever tasted. How the fuck did Red not bite the shit out of her every time he fucked her? If I had my way, she’d not have any unmarked skin left.

Grinding up against her, he let out a deep rumble that vibrated through her body, making my teeth ache.

She quivered with release, her cries muted against my skin.

My wrist in her mouth, her nails sinking deeper.

My blood hit her system and blue exploded out of me, a racing ripple of power that rolled down the volcano’s slopes, knocking down trees as if they were matchsticks.

The earth groaned and heaved beneath us.

For a moment, I wondered if we’d triggered an eruption.

If we needed to jump to safety, I guess we were fucking dead, because I couldn’t manage to lift my head off her ass.

I licked my bite mark in her flesh, my power already glittering like sapphires against her skin.

I’d managed to cover almost all her buttock—a testament to how close the rex still lingered in my body.

She made a ragged sound of what I took to be distress.

Alarmed, I forced myself up to my wobbling knees, but I couldn’t bring myself to shake her grip loose on my arm.

We all reeked of cum. The wound on my shoulder had closed up already, but I’d managed to bleed all over both of them.

Kroktl blinked at me, his eyes spinning red lazy circles.

“What’s wrong?” I demanded.

“Nothing.” She made that breathy sound again, though now I registered it as amusement rather than upset, or worse, injury.

Disgruntled, I flopped back down beside them, Red’s leg trapped under my weight. Not that he fucking minded. “I thought you were hurt.”

“I was just remembering what I said to Kroktl, or rather, his raptor, that first night in the jungle.” She lifted her head and smiled down at him. “Do you remember?”

He picked a twig out of her hair and then swiped some of it back off her face so we could both see her.

This fucking gorgeous creature. A fragile little female of a supposedly incompatible species on a backward planet. Who’d never even heard of aliens at all. Fucking running from two of the deadliest dyni ever created by DSC. Not because she was scared.

But because she loved us.

“You begged me to kill you quickly.”

Her lips quirked and she leaned down to brush a kiss over his mouth. Then she turned her head and looked at me. Her eyebrows arched with expectation, her eyes dancing with challenge. Daring me to take the bait.

I surged up into her space, my nose rubbing hers, but I didn’t kiss her. I wanted her to ask me. To give me the words. I needed it.

“I changed my mind,” she whispered, cupping my face with her small hand.

Scowling, I ran through the list of things she might be referring to. Breeding? Moving the nest here?

Me?

She must have read the agonized tumult in my eyes. Her fingers locked onto my nape, keeping me from pulling away.

“I love you, Axxol, designation BGR+, squad Z288C. I meant that I changed my mind about what I said to Kroktl that first night.”

“I don’t get it.” I winced at the bite in my voice. The underlying rage. No, fear. Fear that she might not want me—and then fury at myself for hoping she would love me as much as she loved Red.

“Technically, the first thing I said to the raptor when he caught me was ‘Don’t eat me alive.’” She sagged against me, letting me pull her into my arms. She curled up against me like a warm little kitten with a happy sound, her head tucked beneath my chin. “You can eat me alive any time you want.”

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