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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. My mate was Lindsey and she had gorgeous pale hair. So soft between my fingers. Her body was perfect, her hips wide and lush, my hands sank into her soft flesh as I held her up, held her in place as I fucked her deep. Her nipples were hard points, firm and hot against the roof of my mouth. Her cries of pleasure still echoed in my head.

Lindsey.

It had to be wrong. There was no mate for me here. No mate would be on The Colony. Those of us doomed to live here were banished, exiled. Left to a life alone. No mate, no family. Nothing but the memories of fighting and torture by the Hive. Nothing but barren, rugged landscape and a heart that matched.

But now? The pleasure lingered. My cock pulsed ready to fuck again. I had fucked her. I felt her, heard her. Shared with her.

I grabbed my hand, rubbed my thumb over the mark that was now hot, pulsing. Awakened for the first time.

But how?

Everian mates dream shared when their marked mate was near. I was old, too old to have hope left of finding my marked mate. It was hard when on Everis; not all marked mates found each other. But here, on The Colony? Impossible. There were no females here except the few who had been matched through the Brides Program. The few who had been Coalition fighters and escaped the atrocities of the Hive. They were settled on Base 6, on the other side of the planet. They’d been here long enough that if we were fated, then my mark would have awakened long before now. No, they were not for me.

But Lindsey was.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, let the air dry my damp skin. I ran my hand through my hair, took deep breaths to still my heart, but nothing would still my racing thoughts.

My mate was here. On The Colony. She had to be to be within the area of proximity for my mark to awaken, for us to dream share. She was nearby. Somewhere. Close enough to meet her in my dreams, to know she was perfect. I wanted her. So did my cock.

I gripped the base, stroked it, my thumb sliding over the underside of the head. I had to come again. The need for her was too great. I didn’t know anything about her, except I knew what she looked like, what she felt like when I was buried deep inside her, what she sounded like when she came.

Fuck, I was going to come, and only after a few strokes. If I didn’t remember the dream, I’d think something was wrong with me. Did other Everian males behave this way when they found their mate? Did they come all over themselves? Not once, but twice?

Fuck. I spurted hotly all over my hand, the sharp pleasure made me grit my teeth. I caught my breath. Again. I wiped my cum away. Again.

I stood, looked down at my cock.

Still hard. Still fucking needy for her pussy. The vein pulsed along the side, the head almost purple, angry that it could not be sated.

A beep came from the comm unit. I ran a hand over my face, felt the rasp of my whiskers. I walked to the table, picked up my wrist unit.

“Hunter Kiel,” I said, my voice harsh. Shit. Was this what the dream was doing to me?

“Kiel. We have a security breach.”

It was Governor Rone. Fortunately, if he noticed my gruff tone, he hadn’t mentioned it. He wasn’t one for many words when only a few would suffice. We were similar in that and perhaps that was why I respected the Prillon warrior so much. He also wouldn’t have called me for a petty task so this had to be serious.

The usual sharp awareness that filled me the moment I heard a message like this, one specifically tied to my hunting skills, pushed against the aftereffects of my dream, but could not take control. No, the mark was too powerful. I stood naked, cock hard, my need still thrumming through my veins and tried to think through the fog of lust clouding my mind, the fog of her.

The governor of our base called upon me to be the Hunter I was. That was my value to this planet. But my need? The intense pull the mark now had on me? It was for a different hunt entirely. I had to find her, to find my marked mate, wherever the hell she was, on this planet or another.

And what was that strange room in her dream? The small child in the strange, metal walled bed? The older woman sleeping slumped in a chair? Was that her home? Was that where I would find her? Lindsey.

“Hunter Kiel,” the Governor Rone repeated, breaking my thoughts. My mark burned, reminding me of my priorities. Finding her was my personal mission now, but I also worked for the governor and for every warrior who was trapped on this planet with me. The Hive had caused trouble here the last few weeks, infiltrating our sanctuary—or our prison—depending on one’s point of view. The Hive had turned The Colony into a dangerous, uncertain place. The guarded looks the warriors here gave one another, the fear they tried to hide—fear that the Hive would once more have control of their minds, their bodies—the thought made me shudder as well. I was born to fear nothing, but even I could not deny the tremor that raced through me at the thought of being captured once more.

Tortured.

Changed.

The only way to control the fear was to hunt. And hunting the Hive was my specialty.

“Kiel? Can you hear me?”

“Yes, Maxim. I will come to the command center directly,” I replied.

“Hurry,” he replied, ending the communication.

I went to the S-Gen unit in the corner and stood on the black scanning pad. The thin green lights activated as the Spontaneous Matter Generator created fresh armor and weapon for me. The armor was standard Coalition, the mottled black and grey a fitting camouflage for most expeditions in deep space. The ion blaster was small and I strapped it to my thigh. The armor was light and comfortable. Some warriors on the base had begun to wear civilian clothing once more, colors and soft, flowing fabrics in designs common on the various home worlds now brightened the main areas and dining hall.

The brides had done that, brought a touch of normalcy to a situation that was anything but. I, however, felt naked and exposed without my armor, as did many of the others. And with a traitor still loose and the Hive building secret, underground operating stations in caves, I needed to hunt, not sit, chat and sip wine with the women like a trained pet.

Groaning, I shifted things around in my pants. Apparently, I was going to have a meeting with the security team and the governor of Base 3 with a hard on. My desire had not waned and my cock wasn’t going to stand down, no matter the topic. I had to hope the armor shielded the obvious. My mark had been awakened and nothing was going to ease me except finding and claiming my mate.

“There.” The governor, Maxim, pointed at the vid screen. I followed his finger and saw the intruder. The image was crystal clear, crisp. The male wore the usual armor of a Coalition fighter; pants, shirt, even the helmet, and moved with the lithe ease of an athlete and the surety of one who knew exactly where to go as he removed a grate and disappeared inside the ventilation tunnels that ran beneath the entire base.

“How long ago was this taken?” I asked. Maxim and I stood side-by-side. I rivaled him for height, but I was less bulky than the Prillon, allowing me to move swiftly on a hunt. I was dexterous and nimble, yet it took hard work and constant training to remain in top form.

“Twenty minutes.” The governor was a powerful warrior; he now served The Colony with his leadership skills. He’d been chosen, elected by the warriors who would answer to him. There was no higher honor among warriors and I respected that. He served as The Colony’s liaison to the Brides Processing Center on Earth and had been mated, with his second, Ryston, to a brilliant human scientist with dark hair and a stubborn slant to her eyes that I admired. Together, their bond had lit the spark of hope through The Colony. They appeared together in public often, trying to inspire the others to hope, to dream, to submit to the mental invasion of the Interstellar Brides Processing protocols. Many had and waited for a match.

I was Maxim’s opposite, my strengths sending me out to hunt in the shadows. Unseen. Deadly.

Not exactly inspiring. Seeing me usually inspired fear, not hope. No matter that I’d picked up a team of sorts including the human hunter, a bride named Kristin, who’d arrived to mate the Prillon warriors Tyran and Hunt. Also in the group, a Prillon warrior named Marz who’d become one of the few males I trusted during our time with the Hive. Lastly, a big, pain-in-my-ass Atlan Warlord with a temper to match. Rezzer. He fought his beast every fucking day. And every day, I wondered if I’d be called upon to terminate a friend.

“Has he been picked up by the other surveillance nearby?” I asked. The surveillance in the storage area had caught the heat shift of a living being and set off the warning sensors.

“Negative,” one of the security team said. He sat before the controls, his fingers sliding over the glossy panel as his eyes followed the results on the various vid screens before us. The entire wall was of different images from around Base 3. At first it was difficult to process, so many places to monitor and observe, but I recognized it was an organized system. The screens were arranged north to south, east to west geographically throughout the Base.

The tech, a warrior from the planet Trion, frowned. “The first warning signal came twenty minutes ago and from within the storage area. No sensors have picked him up in the corridors or anywhere else before that.”

“He had to come from somewhere,” the governor added, his voice a mixture of genuine surprise and a hint of frustration. He glanced down at the security tech, then back up at the display.

“There is no data that shows he actually did come from somewhere. It’s as if—” He didn’t finish the words.

“He didn’t transport in,” I added, saying aloud what I knew to be true. One thing the Coalition did control with an unbreakable fist, was their transport technology. If you weren’t authorized, you didn’t go anywhere. Ever.

“No, he did not,” the second security tech confirmed. “I’ve checked with the transport station. No transports in the last two days. In or out.”

It was possible to transport onto the Base elsewhere besides the transport station with the correct coordinates, however the team would know, even if someone attempted it without appropriate approval. That kind of data was easily picked up and ensured the Hive weren’t just popping in for a quick battle.

“Then he must be someone we know. Sabotage?”

I didn’t want to consider the possibility of another traitor in our midst.

I watched the male move across the display, his pace quick as he went from behind a storage container and to the large air shaft on the west wall. His helmet-covered head moved left and right as if scanning the area, but nothing slowed him down. He even knew where to wave his hand on the wall to have the access panel open.

My mark flared, pulsed with a heat that almost burned as I watched the recording. I rubbed the spot, but it didn’t lessen.

“Why would he bother going into the air shaft?” the governor asked. “The entire system is automated and controlled from elsewhere. Even if he wanted to poison the air, or gas us in our sleep, it would be impossible.” He turned to me, his shrewd gaze meeting mine as I looked away from the display. The pulsing in my hand lessened. “There’s no fucking reason for anyone to be in there.”

Looking back at the male who was the latest mystery on our struggling planet, my mark flared again. “Except to hide.”

“What?”

“I’ll find him,” I muttered under my breath. Why was my mark responding to the image of a male on a vid screen? There had to be something wrong with me, for my cock pressed against the heavy armor. While some males might be attracted to other males, I wasn’t. I got hard thinking of a female’s perfect curves, the soft feel of her breasts in my palms, the wet heat of her pussy. I wanted a mate. A female mate. I wanted Lindsey. After the dream we just shared, only her. My mark would want no one else.

So why the fuck was I eager to go after the bastard in the air shaft? Was my lust for a mate increasing my need to hunt?

Perhaps I was succumbing to whatever the traitor, Krael Gerton, had brought to the planet. He’d worked with the Hive to destroy us all. Prior to my arrival, his frequency generator had reactivated some Hive implants. Combined with Quell injections, he’d murdered one man from Earth and nearly killed Governor Maxim.

The Governor’s new mate, a brilliant scientist named Rachel, had figured out his plan and stopped him, but he’d slipped through their fingers.

But that was before me. I’d seen the traitor in the underground Hive Integration station here on The Colony. I’d wanted to rip him into pieces.

He’d escaped. He’d killed my friend, Marz’s second, the Prillon Lieutenant Perro. Since then, I’d hunted him. Twice we’d had him cornered in the caverns that formed an endless system of natural tunnels and caves beneath the surface. And both times, he’d escaped me.

Not that it mattered. I hunted. It was who I was born to be. And his scent, the rhythm of his heartbeat called to me through the thickest rock, across time and space with a knowing that I could not explain but didn’t question. The traitor would die. I would see to it personally.

I wasn’t affected as Captain Brooks had been. I was not vulnerable to Hive transmissions, as some were. Hell, I barely had any cyborg parts. The one implant in my left arm so small it had no effect on my body or abilities. But it had been their mark of ownership, their attempt to control me. Enough to earn me banishment here, just like the rest of the castoffs and rejected warriors.

I didn’t have Black Death creeping under my skin or Hive commands buzzing around inside my mind. No, I had a cock stand that could break rocks and a mark that burned for my one true mate. But there was no mate. Lindsey was only in my dreams.

Had the Hive finally broken my mind? All their torture and torment had been designed to force me to impregnate their strange drone females. But Hunter DNA was strong, and seemed to have a knowing all its own. There was no forcing a Hunter to breed. It was, literally, impossible. Stolen seed would die, the progeny never take root in a female womb.

But with Lindsey? Gods, I’d fuck her three times a day to see my seed take root and grow. The urge to fill her with my child was violent and undeniable.

My mate. How the fuck was I dream sharing with a female when there were no unmated women on the entire planet?

I’d gone mad.

“Hunter? You with me?” The Governor’s arms were crossed and his brow furrowed. He tapped his foot in a rare outward sign of annoyance.

Why was I here? Oh, yes. An intruder. “Yes. I’m here.” As much as I could be with the memory of Lindsey’s hot pussy milking me dry still spinning in my mind.

“Find the intruder quickly,” the governor commanded. “Find out what the fuck he’s doing. If he’s an enemy, if he’s working with the traitor, I want him dead by nightfall.”

I nodded to the governor. After all the shit that had been happening on The Colony—death, Hive infiltration, treason—we didn’t need more.

When the traitor had been one of us, he’d had many friends. But now, his name was not spoken, at least not by any who lived and breathed on The Colony. He was simply, the traitor.

I was new here, but I was settling in and considered The Colony my home. I wanted the traitor found as much as the governor and it was my job to find him and mete out justice. I was a Hunter. Vengeance was in my very blood.

If this mystery intruder was going to kill us all, I could hunt him despite my painful need to fuck and a burning mark. That—or whatever was wrong with me—would have to wait. Lindsey would have to wait. Even if I could find her, I would not bring a new mate here under such a threat.

I slapped a hand on the top of the control panel, the sound spurring me into action, the painful strike redirecting my mind off my mark. “Get me the plans for the ventilation tunnels. I’ll find him.”