Terran (Breeder) by Cara Bristol

his throbbing erection, ground it against her to frighten her into retreat. But she wound herself around him like one of the many vines that grew in the wood and tripped unwary hikers.
    She moaned.
    Marlix was used to the cries of females, their discomfort, their pain.
    But not pleasure, the way that moan had sounded. Her whimper winked at him, evoking the yearning for that undefinable satisfaction that had always eluded him.
    He squeezed her buttocks with his overlarge hands, and she moaned again. He snapped. He seized her arm, bent, and flung her over his shoulder. He stormed toward his sleeping chamber.
    “You are the caveman type, aren’t you?” She giggled.
    Her laughter shot straight to his loins, and he almost shoved her against the wall and took her there, but he doubled his speed and charged into his chamber and slammed the door.
    Her mirth evaporated when he flung her facedown over the round sleeping platform, freed his manhood, and yanked up her shirt. He guided his erection to her anus.
    Tara twisted away and rolled to face him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She stared at him. “Hey, I like a little anal every now and then as much as the next girl, but not without so much as a kiss, not the first time I have sex with somebody, and damn sure not without lube. Have you lost your mind?”
    Marlix blinked. No one ever yelled at him.
    He sensed he’d erred, but didn’t know how—other than attempting to use her in the first place. But she had seemed to indicate she would welcome his attentions. Had he misread her? She’d mentioned something about lube . He supposed that meant lubricant. Some alphas did use an oily ester with their betas, but they never bothered with females. Since he and Urazi did not have that sort of relationship, he had none on hand. And he had no idea what the other thing she mentioned was. Kiss?
    Tara patted the platform next to her. “Sit down,” she ordered.
    Her audacity rendered him speechless for a moment. “I do not take orders from you,” he said when he’d found his voice.
    “Give it a rest, caveman, and sit down.”
    “I do not know what a caveman is, but I doubt I am one.” He glared at her. Lust still burned, but he felt chastened . Not since he was a young alpha in his sire’s abode had he been treated in such a manner. He started to tell her so, but she pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. He had not seen her naked since he’d first brought her home, and he stared. Her wounds had healed; even the thick scar from the old injury seemed to have faded. Her form was smooth and delicate, her breasts so round, her nipples erect. And those curls! He could not look away from the apex of her thighs.
    “Please.” She patted the platform again.
    He took a step toward the bed, but she slipped off it and tugged at the hem of his uniform shirt.
    “What are you doing?” he frowned.
    “Removing your clothes.”
    “Why?”
    “You don’t have sex with your clothes on, do you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re kidding?” Her jaw dropped.
    “Why would I disrobe? I only need…” He glanced down at his erection. Fluid seeped from the tip.
    “As impressive as your cock is, I’d like to see the rest of you too.”
    Bemused, he allowed her to pull his uniform over his head. At her urging, he removed his boots, and then she yanked his pants down his legs. “Commando. I should have guessed,” she muttered.
    Nudity held no shame, yet without his uniform, Marlix felt exposed and vulnerable before this tiny but bold and aggressive female who did not hesitate to speak her mind.
    She stood there, smiling with her eyes and her mouth, in a manner both direct and secretive. It caused a familiar tightening and ache in his groin and an unfamiliar twisting in his stomach. He remembered she’d mentioned a kiss. He presumed kissing was some sort of Terran depravity. Did one more really matter? He’d committed so many violations already.
    Monto. The act of