up. All human females Huck encountered were terrified and begged to do as they were told. Granted, they were beaten into submission by other warriors. Huck never needed to raise his hand, his size alone brought compliance.
He glanced back at Becky ass kicker. The words made him groan. There was no need to beat her; something nagged within that physical violence wouldn’t be tolerated with Cobra toward females. Regardless, if he touched her in anger, she would be damaged. Mating with a damaged female wouldn’t bring about the best results.
She must be terrified of him, or come to him when terrified of something else. Huck shook his head; nothing out there is scarier than me . That was what the other human females thought. When they feared him or another warrior, they complied immediately to every demand. Huck never demanded sex; the other females were injured or used enough. After the last female on board their vessel was killed, Huck was furious. She was innocent, the scent was unmistakable. So unmistakable the captain killed her for sport before Huck could even blink. It was then Huck realized he couldn’t fight an entire ship of Tonan warriors for a single female. As the human innocent fell to the ground amidst warrior laughter, Huck knew he witnessed the death of a race. Evil Tonan warriors were near their demise. The human female growling under her breath in his shuttle was Huck’s salvation—if he could control his evil half’s tendencies.
They broke the atmosphere of the planet, the shuttle jolted and settled. For months Huck came to the same conclusion, die on the losing side, stay alone forever, or mate and join the winning team and live to fight another day. Blood lust was win-win. He was a warrior, he had to war, even if he warred with Cobra instead of against him he was still fighting. Dying was never an option so for a long time neither of the other scenarios seemed acceptable. It boiled down to one thing, wars weren’t won by a single entity, Huck was strong and a powerful warrior, but if he had no planet to fight for, he had nothing. The only way into Cobra’s good graces was a mate.
I’m stuck with Becky fucking ass kicker. He’d have to make the best of the situation.
“Female, come to me.”
“Bite me.”
“That makes no sense. You want me to bite you but not mate you?”
“For heaven sakes. You don’t get out much, do you?”
“If you mean I don’t know much about human females I have learned some things. They cry when afraid, and they are always afraid. They are easy to kill, and it’s too bad some Tonans have no compassion. Some Tonan warriors love to hear females beg for their life. They slaughter them anyway. I have spared the lives of a few females.”
“Before or after you screwed them?”
Her words were tight and by the setting of her jaw, he could tell her teeth were clamped together. With sudden insight Huck went to her. She cringed when he knelt on one knee. Still, he sensed no fear, but fury was high.
“I see you know some of what Tonans are about. I’m a badass, but I’ve never raped a female in my life. Any female. I won’t start with you.”
“You kidnapped me. What am I supposed to think?”
“What I do is in our best interest, well mostly mine,” Huck added before his tail could grow.
Fuck this will be harder than I thought.
Reaching out, Huck took Becky by the arm and hauled her to her feet. Like all human females, she weighed nothing. Huck was surprised human females didn’t blow away on a gust of wind. She tried to bite his hand with tiny perfect white teeth. His shield covered his bare arm and she swore at him when her mouth clanked against the hard surface. She stomped on one of his feet and swore again, leaning down to massage the bottom of her foot.
“You are appearing less the ass kicker,” he said.
She snarled at him. Standing in front of him she suddenly moved closer, jumped and shoved her hand up and poked a finger in his eye. Fuck,