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matter anyway? The female was fertile. Their kind had watched a group of females for months before making final decisions about who they were going to take. The females needed to meet various criteria. Amongst other things, they needed to be destitute, not easily missed by loved ones and fertile. That meant that she would have gone into heat at least once while they observed her.
    Coal was going to get the dark-haired one, whether he liked it or not. It was take this one or wait for the next hunt.
    The fire prince narrowed his eyes on Torrent. “Take her,” he said. It might be another trap, though to what end? Torrent was still pretty much fucked. At least he could get some air through his broken windpipe. It wouldn’t be long and he would be back on his feet. Right now, he was no threat.
    The human whimpered. “Don’t come near me,” her voice shook. It was filled with fear and panic, but there was also a hint of anger there. Good! At least she had some fire in her human veins.
    “Do it.” Coal urged as he turned and ran.
    The sounds of approaching males were growing louder. Boisterous grunts and groans. He only had two or three minutes at best. Torrent needed to claim her right now. He forced air through his throat. Fuck! It hurt like a ball bag to an open flame. He rose to shaky legs and took a staggering step towards her.
    The female’s lips trembled and even though she looked as if she was weak as a new born lamb, she began to crawl away from him anyway. Her fingers dug into the earth and her legs didn’t work very well, leaving deep grooves. The small grunts she was making spoke of determination. Maybe she would do after all.

Chapter 3
    O h God !
    Oh God!
    He was coming for her. She could hear him wheezing behind her. Could hear his uneven footfalls as he staggered closer. The guy was an animal. A straight up animal. He should be dead. Why wasn’t he dead?
    She’d watched what the other one had done to him. How he’d pulverized his windpipe. Pulverized! She’d heard the revolting crunching sound. Just thinking about it turned her stomach.
    Her legs still prickled but at least they were moving. There was no way she could stand or even crawl very well but she would damn well drag herself along. There was no way in hell she was making this easy on the asshole.
    Her only small consolation was that he was hurt. She’d seen the look of pain in his eyes. Maybe he couldn’t force himself on her if he was hurt.
    The footfalls grew more even and faster. He was right behind her. She moaned in both anger and frustration, her hand closed on a rock. On impulse, Candy turned and hurled the thing at him, surprised when it hit him in the chest. He was closer than she realized.
    His eyes widened and he made somewhere between a huffing and a groaning noise as the air was forced from his lungs. He fell to his knees. The wheezing noise grew louder as he struggled to get air into his lungs.
    Within a second or two, he was back on his feet and towering over her with a menacing look on his face.
    One hand went to his throat and he grimaced. Candy wasn’t waiting around, she rolled back onto her belly and clawed the ground. She forced her legs to obey and managed to half pull, half crawl forwards. It felt like she was hardly moving. Tears of frustration coursed down her face. Wet hair clung to her cheeks.
    Big hands closed around her waist and pulled her over onto her back. It happened with zero effort. His legs were on either side of her. Veritable tree trunks. Did his mother put steroids in his milk as a baby?
    If only she had strength. If only her body would listen to her because she’d kick his balls so hard they’d fly right out of his asshole mouth. She’d flatten them to the point where he’d never think about sex again. She bit down on her lip to keep from moaning or whimpering, mostly though to keep herself from begging for mercy.
    His pale eyes were devoid of any so why bother? He slumped over her, putting his