Saved and Savaged

Chapter 8 - Gric

"You shouldn't have mocked Craize. Fate always gets payback," Fek manages between rubbing where Steil hit him and chuckling.

"Then you must be next. Heckle me again, garish Komu'god, and I'll probably get to return the favor tomorrow," I say, enjoying how quickly he sobers at my words.

"What are lifemates?"

My gaze snaps to Keziah. I search her eyes and sigh, annoyed at how ignorant humans can be.

Steil speaks, but I don't allow Keziah to turn toward him.

"Raeni, Craize's mate, didn't know about lifemating either. She thought it was an alien thing."

His last sentence, though delivered drier than the desert, pulls a response from my omega. Her muscles tense and pupils shrink. The other females make perturbed sounds and shuffle around.

"Aliens? Like from outer space?"

"Yes."

She recovers quicker than the other omegas, looking me dead in the eye as she responds.

"I suppose all demons must come from somewhere."

Her response cuts deep, releasing equal parts hurt and humor. I almost throw my head back and roar in laughter, but resort to chuffing in mirth so I don't poke holes in the transporter with my horns.

"Tiny human, demons come in all shapes and sizes. I just happen to be the biggest one in this galaxy."

She tries to hold herself rigid, but I feel the hairs on her arms raise and hear her quickened breathing. My rumbles affect her, whether she's aware of it or not.

I lean down and capture her lips in an unexpected kiss, giving in to temptation for just a moment. She's too sweet to deny myself the pleasure of a simple kiss, yet when I sweep my tongue between her teeth, I can't find the strength to pull away.

My soul yearns to connect with hers, just as my cock craves to invade her body in the most fundamental way possible.

A low hum fills the air, my pleasure leaking from my chest as she melts in my arms. I skim my tail further up her leg, running it along where she clamps her thighs together until her skirt stops me.

Kneading her scalp distracts me from my attempts to reach the juncture of her thighs, her swift inhale sending a thrill up my spine.

I want to find her every erogenous zone and stroke them, just to discover what other noises she makes. She shifts in my lap, pressing her bottom against my trapped cock as I massage her scalp.

Lost in the luscious promise of her body, I forget about our surroundings. I block out everything, focusing solely on coaxing my omega into courtship.

Steil's outburst jolts me out of her spell.

"Shit. We have incoming. Again."

I jerk my senses to the desert, snarling in fury as I hear the engine of a Sky-Flyer. Lifting my head, I address Steil.

"Stay or jump?"

His scowl roams over the group. We'll be without cover or supplies in the middle of the desert if we jump, but the transporter is too big of a target. If we stay, the Sky-Flyer will either blow us to smithereens or take out the engine and capture us.

"Jump."

Dread pools in my gut as adrenaline lifts my spirits.

"Guess I'll go first, since I'll be the easiest for the females to find. Plus, I have a reputation to uphold. Demons lurk in the shadows, right?"

Steil's soft huff of exasperation gets drowned out by Fek's groan of annoyance. The sounds end as my teammates kick into business mode.

Clicking on his communicator, Steil relays the plan to those in the cab as Fek opens the back hatch. The vehicle slows but doesn't stop.

"Wait, we can't do this," Keziah says, pushing against my chest.

"We must."

I turn my attention to the mass of omegas.

"If you stay in here, you die. There's a Sky-Flyer on the way, and the transporter is too big of a target. One shot and it'll explode."

Fear and panic fill the cargo bay.

Steil tempers it with a few words, giving them a task to accomplish.

"Gric here is your beacon. Jump out and run to him. We'll head east to the mountains and find shelter."

I stroke Keziah's arm, drawn to the silky-smooth flesh, and hold in a sigh as I come to terms with having to release her. My soul screams in agony over the thought, but I give myself comfort by thinking about the future.

She'll be in my arms again soon.