Prey

Chapter 16 - Self Defense

"You have the endurance of a pack mule." I groaned as I wiped sweat from my brow for the thousandth time. My steps were a bit sluggish and my legs screamed for me to sit down.

Ahead of me was the Yautja that was the source of my predicament. The towering scaled asshole with long black dreads hanging down to his back with some drawn into a ponytail walked ahead at a leisurely pace clearly not breaking a sweat, even wearing all of that black armor of his.

"It has only been an hour in ooman time. We are almost there."

I glared at his wide muscular back, admiring how his muscles flexed and squeezed together. Who knew a fucking alien could be so attractive? It was driving me nuts that I couldn't stay mad at him long. I wanted to tackle him and rock his shit with a nice kick to the balls but I refrained myself from my childish thoughts.

"But duuude, my legs are on fire." I whined, drawing out my words with as pathetic of a whimper that I could muster.

The asshole didn't even flinch. He chuckled! He mocked me!

"Part of training is building endurance, Leoni. I have trained many young in the art of the Hunt. Just because you are my mate does not mean I will go easy on you."

"That's not fair! I'm half-human! I'm not some space Tarzan!" I groaned, swatting at a tiny insect-like creature that wouldn't leave me alone.

With a grumbly growl, Drogaxe stopped, finally, to turn and face me. It was then that my legs gave out with a pathetic whimper. He just stared down at me as I sat on the purple grass trying to catch my breath and stretch my sore limbs. "I will carry you. Please cease your whining at once." I could tell he was frustrated with me, but I didn't care. My body had admitted defeat.

Once I was in his thick arms I just leaned against his chest enjoying the feel of the cool armor that covered his chest where his heart lied beneath. He wasn't even sweaty like I was. Even his dreads were slightly cool to the touch, something I found intriguing as they brushed against my skin with every step he took. I was too tired to do much other than enjoy being in the safety of his arms.

I was frustrated that the more I was around him the more I admired him and his body. He was a formidable creature that could likely bench-press a truck with ease. His body was lean, corded with muscle literally everywhere, and oh man did I enjoy sex with him. I knew no human guy could ever satisfy me like he did. It just wouldn't happen.

Being in his arms I was able to admire his skin up close, tracing my fingers along the pattern of his scales. They were rough and rubbery but warm.

My heart knew I was falling hard for this alien but my head told me it was a bad thing, like what if he were to decide he wanted to kill me again? I was totally at his mercy. He was the only person alive who seemed to care about me. If that ever happened...I wouldn't know what I would do. It were thoughts like this that I wished my dad was still around to comfort me like he did when he was alive, before...

Swallowing the growing lump in my throat I forced away the terrible memories. Instead I focused on Drogaxe and how happy he'd made me, how, despite our first meeting, I felt myself knowing that it wouldn't take much more for me to love him.

Did Yautja feel love?

He admitted I was his weakness and he seemed to mean it, but, did his kind know what love is? I really hoped so. I really enjoyed his company.

"You will tell me what troubles you, mate." Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel his gaze upon me behind the black eye-shields.

"It's nothing." Folding my arms I avoided his gaze. I focused on the alien jungle instead of my stupid emotions.