He assumed they were sisters, of course. He supposed they could be relatives that just happened to be identical, but he figured the odds of that were low. Aside from their fashion choices, they were copies of each other in every way but one. The one in the dress had her hair cut shorter over her face, allowing a fringe of it to cover her forehead.
The one in his arms did not.
Tanin knew about human females. Everyone did. They were famous for not only being the female half of the most sensual, sexual species in the known universe, but their females had the unique ability of producing hybrid young with every other species. They weren’t considered true members of the Coalition – the many species that worked together to form one united group. It was for the simple reason that they weren’t capable of deep space travel on their own yet.
However, the desire for their ability to mate and breed outside of their species meant that it wasn’t unheard of for humans to find their mates off Earth.
Somehow, Tanin didn’t think that’s what happened here.
The feisty little female staring back up at him was beautiful in a way that didn’t seem wholly real. In a way that shot straight to his belly and threated to raise his cock, especially as she wiggled against him in her attempt at a struggle.
They had brown toned skin, typical of humans, in a rich, tawny sort of shade. All but the speckles that were dusted across her nose which were a reddish sort of brown. It was a cute nose, like a button, slightly upturned and set over a pair of plush, soft, inviting lips.
But it was a false invitation, because those bright, stunning blue eyes were full of warning. Daring him not to come closer. Promising retribution if he tried. But it was hard to be intimidated when he held such control over her. When even her hardest strikes bounced harmlessly off his skin.
He liked that she didn’t have shorter hair on her forehead, unlike her sister. It kept her face open, her expressions free. Her hair was auburn, more brown than red, and was full of large, sloping waves that she barely kept contained within a messy tail at the back of her head. Those big slopes, just as wild as she was, tempted him in further, daring him to ignore that warning in her eyes.
He’d never seen a human in person. He knew they were beautiful. Soft and small. They had replaced his own species, the s’skree, as the smallest species on average in the Coalition. He stood a full head over her. Completely dominating her space. Yet, somehow, she felt exactly right in his hands. Like she was just the perfect size for a male to hold. Those plump lips begged for a kiss. That curved body, so hot and soft against his, pleaded to be held.
Vekt, he was holding her open against him like he intended to fuck her right here.
His cock throbbed, trying to rise again, but he gritted his teeth and clenched his abdomen, refusing to let it happen. Tanin could be accused of many things, but molesting a female was not among them. He certainly wasn’t starting now.
But it was a battle. She was sovektingsoft, so hot…
“Alred, how long until the download is complete?” He barked, angered by his own lack of control.
“Almost there, captain,” the computerized male assured him. “It’s taking a while considering how many communication relays I have to go through.”
These females didn’t speak Standard – the common tongue for the entire Coalition. The only language Tanin and his crew spoke since they’d all been raised on a space station and not on the home planets of their various species.
Getting Standard – or their mate’s mother tongue – imprinted was mandatory for humans leaving their planet. It was a requirement, because how else would they communicate?
But these females were only spitting and hissing at him in their human language.
Because they weren’t taken legally. And because Gissrn didn’t care whether they could understand him or not.
Beautiful treasures didn’t need to speak, they need only obey.
The collar locked so tightly around her neck caught Tanin’s eye, not for the first time. It was definitely metallic, but the way it moved with her seemed more like fabric. It took the shape of her throat in a way that was outright eerie.
Collared females. Disgusting. Tanin could tolerate a lot of things, but violence against females made him sick. He just pictured his mother, shaking and helpless…
Slowly, he released the grip he had on her thigh, letting her leg drop back to the ground. Closing her off to him. Though that did little because he still had his legs between hers. Her pussy was pressed right against his thigh, and he was forcing her up on her toes, making sure she didn’t have the angle she needed to knee him in the cock.
Feisty. Brave. So tempting.
She watched him cautiously, baring her teeth like a beast about to strike, as he reached for the collar around her neck. She tried to pull back but couldn’t get very far. Tanin just kept moving until his fingers could brush against the metal.
It was warm. Not from her body; it was producing its own heat. More than that, it seemed attached to her skin. He couldn’t slide it down or to the side at all as he put pressure on it.
Whatever it was, it wasn’t just a collar. It was a device of some kind. If he had to guess, probably something to keep her subdued and under control.
The idea of a shock collar being form fitted and attached to her skin like that, making her helpless to Gissrn’s every desire, made him furious.
The feisty female’s eyes darted over his shoulder.
That was Tanin’s only warning.
