being drop shipped with a bunch of Earth trees as if by FedEx.
How this was possible on a prison planet, I wasn’t sure. But then, that was the reason for my assignment. To discover the truth about The Colony. To expose it. To get word back to Earth about what was really going on here. The shipment really was of trees and shrubs, flowers and bulbs. There weren’t military-grade arms hidden away. I’d had two long travel days to have proof of that. So was the shipment really because a governor on the planet loved his Earth mate? If that was the case, why had I been dressed in armor and warned to avoid detection at all costs? This damn suit of armor recorded everything, every heartbeat and blink of my eye, every second of activity, everything I heard or saw. If it so dangerous on the prison planet, why the trees?
Didn’t matter. Didn’t matter. Get in, get the info. Get home to Wyatt.
Shit. The armor. Stupid people back on Earth would probably download the data from it and wonder why the hell I’d just had an orgasm. I hoped not. Please, no. There were some details better left alone.
Dreaming about hunky Greek gods shoving me up against a wall and making me scream? Yep. That was one of those private kinds of things.
The crate settled with a soft bang and I checked the timer. I was to wait exactly twenty minutes, use the tools they’d given me to remove the bolts, remove the side panel, replace it, and find somewhere to hide and observe. I was supposed to remain hidden and gather information. That’s it. I had to be back here, back inside the crate in three days for the trip home. I checked my wrist unit and sighed with relief when I saw the counter was functional. Seventy hours and five minutes until I got to go home.
I had a map of the base, but they’d warned me not to trust it. The information was at least five months old and things move. They change. Empty rooms might not be empty.
But I was sneaky, and small, and quick. I’d been a gymnast in high school. I could scale walls and hang from rafters if I needed to.
When the time showed twenty minutes and two seconds, I took two deep breaths and put on my helmet before lifting the small drill to the corners of the crate and getting to work. To say I was eager to get out of the crate was an understatement. I’d never been claustrophobic before, but I was ready for some fresh air, some windows even.
Five minutes later I was free, the side replaced. I took deep breaths to calm my racing heart. God, I was really doing this. I looked around. The main lights were off in the storage room, only a few emergency beacons gave the space a soft white glow. Every crate and tree were giant shadows looming above me.
I was alone on an alien world, but I felt hunted. Watched.
Even the trees seemed to be keeping an eye on me.
Shrugging off the feeling, I scurried like a mouse to the edge of the storage room and started looking for the vents. The map I had memorized detailed a large air control system, the vents big enough for me to walk upright. The system of air tunnels formed a maze beneath the base. I tried not to think about going from one small space to another. I took a deep breath and thought about my son.
He didn’t need a weak, frightened mother. He needed me, he needed me to be strong.
And like the proverbial rat, I entered the maze. I had no choice but to try to survive it.
2
Kiel, Everian Hunter, The Colony
The tight, wet walls of her pussy clenched down on my cock. I tried to be gentle, to hold back, but it hadn’t worked. Not when her soft voice all but begged me to fuck her. She wanted my cock, wanted it to fill her up. I wasn’t going to deny her, or myself, that pleasure.
I wasn’t one to let a female tell me what to do. I was the one in control. I was the powerful one. I was the protector, guardian, dominant. But when her pussy dripped all over my cock head, she had all the power and I all but bowed down to her. And when I was buried balls deep and my orgasm was building at the base of my spine, I’d given up. I took her. Hard. Deep. With masterful strokes, I brought her to the brink and then over. It was the sharp bite of her fingernails digging into my shoulders that pushed me over the edge. The feel of her heels pressing against my ass, pulling me into her impossibly deeper. The sound of her voice as she screamed her pleasure.
But it was the roar of my own release that woke me to my empty room. There was no woman pressed against a wall. No woman I held in place, her body settled onto my hard length, taking all of me, milking me deep. I was alone in my bed and I’d just come all over myself. My fist was wrapped around my throbbing member, seed still pulsing from the tip. There was so much. Too much. I had no memory of coming this hard before, and there was no willing female begging me to fuck her. No scent of her. Nothing. Nothing but a lingering dream and a body spun so tightly I felt like I was about to burst out of my skin.
My breathing was ragged, my skin heated. The simple sheet over me was too much. I pushed it down, felt the hot smear of my cum on my thighs. I closed my eyes, savored the last remnants of the mind-blowing orgasm. I exhaled deeply, gave over to the post-coital lethargy, but there’d been no fucking. No, I had a wet dream like a horny teenager. I hadn’t been able to control my impulses, my needs. It had been out of my control.
I stroked myself, working the last drops of seed from the tip. My belly was coated in the white essence and it began to cool.
“Fuck.” What the fuck had just happened? Had the Hive managed to get inside my head? Had they fucked with my mind the same way they’d fucked with my body?
All the hours they’d spent trying to force me to breed for them, to give them my seed, to fuck their disturbing female drones, I’d endured.
And now? One look at her, Lindsey, and I’d faltered. Lost my will to resist. To fight.
It had to be a trap, a trick of the mind. There were no women on The Colony who looked like her. No unclaimed females wandering the halls at night, passing so close that I might recognize the call of a marked mate and dream share with her.
This was the cruelest trick yet, not because the dream wasn’t pleasant, but because it had broken me. Bent me to their will—no—to her will.
Grabbing the sheet, I wiped my hand, then the rest of me. My skin was damp not only from my spilled emission, but from sweat. The dream had been hot. Heavy. My cock hadn’t diminished. It was still hard, still primed to fuck again.
To fuck her.
Her.
My mate.
I sat up then, drew my knees in, my eager cock pressing against my belly. It was the sure sign that what my mind was telling me was true. My cock knew.
My mate was near. Near enough to dream share.
I looked down at the palm of my hand, expecting to see nothing. Instead, I barely dared to breathe as I studied the hot, red mark that had been dormant my entire life. The birthmark of the Everian bloodlines burned. Tingled. Awake.
But that was impossible.
Even as I thought the word, my body disagreed. Mate.
Lindsey.
