Claim Her (The Warriors of Hades 1)

Beings steered clear of him, and a part of him found it humorous, given the fact that they were on his home planet. Did they not expect a Hades warrior to attend an auction? He towered over them, was twice as big and five times more powerful, and they were in his territory. He had the advantage, and only the stupid ones thought to challenge a male from Hades, so Rylan supposed they were wise to be wary of him.

He stayed leaning against the wall, the scent of smoke and ash, and the heat from the fires raging just a mile away coming into the building every time someone pushed open the heavy metal door.

When his human was the last one standing, he pushed off the wall and moved forward. His leather duster moved around his bare feet, and he kept walking, his eyes trained right on her the whole time, until he stood right at the edge of the steel podium. Before the Booka male could hiss anything out, Rylan reached into his coat, pulled out the leather satchel filled with the declo coins, and tossed them at the alien’s feet.

When the Booka grabbed the satchel, Rylan reached out, snagged the rope that bound the female’s hands together, and pulled her forward. She lost her balance, and a small sound left her as she fell forward, right off the podium.

Rylan caught her in his arms and was stunned to realize that although she was thick and voluptuous, she weighed but a Melan feather in his arms. He knew her kind was tiny in comparison to ninety-nine percent of the galaxy’s creatures, but now that he had her in his arms, there was, for the first time in his life, a sting of worry.

She couldn’t be more than five feet, and compared to his seven-foot-tall height and three-hundred-pound build, she was more like a child in her stature. How could she handle him and all the filthy things he wanted to do to her, let alone Zarek and Soran too?

He looked down at her and examined her delicate features. Her skin looked smooth, fragile, and had a creamy complexion to it. Her flesh didn’t appear so unlike his kind’s, but where the Hades males’ flesh appeared humanlike, it was, in all actuality, thick and fire-resistant in order to exist in their planet’s harsh climates when out of their homes. The Hades people were humanoid in appearance, but that was where the similarities in their species stopped. The warriors were taller, more muscular, and a hell of a lot fiercer and more violent. He lowered his eyes to her small feet, ones that were filthy, but somehow that was adorable. Rylan followed the length of her legs to her belly.

Wherever she had been living obviously had enough food to sustain life, and it was clear she hadn’t gone hungry. That pleased him immensely. He liked this female all lush and soft. Her legs were closed, and he couldn’t see her cunt, a shame really, but he would have time tonight to memorize every inch of her, as would his brothers. Her hips were wide, and the image of him holding on to her from behind while he pounded his dick in and out of her played through his head over and over again.

Goose bumps popped out along her flesh, but he knew it wasn’t because she was cold. The scent of her curiosity, as well as her arousal that she was trying desperately to hide, was clear. This little female might be apprehensive, and fear what her future held, but she liked the way he looked, and there was nothing she could do to hide that from him.

He took in her form, knew the temperature outside would be uncomfortable for her, but once he was airborne, there would be a breeze that would help keep her cool. The temperature on Hades was over ten miloknots, but for a human, that was over one hundred degrees.

Perspiration dotted her flesh, and Rylan wanted to run his tongue along the beads, gather them up, then press his mouth right on her pussy and eat her out until she came all over his goddamned mouth. A low growl left him, and her eyes widened. Rylan certainly didn’t want to frighten her, but his kind was animalistic in nature.

“You’re mine, female.” He grinned, but he was riveted to the sight of her breasts, which shook slightly as she breathed in and out rapidly. He could have looked at her for hours, just continuing to let his cock thicken behind his leathers as he became even more aroused by the sight of her.

But Rylan needed to get her back to his brothers and her new home, and the sooner she became acclimated to her new life, the better. He kept a tight hold on her as he made his way out of the building. The possessive and territorial side of him roared out in satisfaction and victory, because even if he had just purchased this female, she was his, and that was fucking set in stone and forged in fire.