not hungry. Had she been attacked by one of the inherently cannibalistic types like ognats or kreers, he’d be worried about her being bitten and—depending on the location of the bite—seriously injured or even killed.
These two would simply try to get into her pants. Since Nocc’s actions hadn’t taught her to be cautious, Wyck decided to fall back and let these two teach her another lesson.
He was far less articulate than Vrateus, the captain, to eloquently explain to this female the dangers of running around the Dark Anomaly on her own. He also lacked the captain’s patience. Showing her what awaited her was much more efficient than telling, in his opinion.
He sauntered toward the trio rolling on the floor. Tezul used his six limbs to catch and immobilize the legs of the female, while Kex slithered his tentacles into the opening of her neckline, yanking the closure of her suit down. The two sides of it fell open.
The sight of the delicate globes of her partially exposed breasts momentarily stopped Wyck in his tracks. The impact of rushing desire felt like a physical blow to his groin. He swallowed a groan as both his cocks throbbed in the tight confines of his pants. Her sweet scent seemed to have permeated his entire being.
With a grunt, the female arched her back, freeing her arm. Something bright flashed in her hand, then half of one of Kex’s tentacles dropped to the floor with a wet, sloppy sound.
The female had a weapon!
And she’d sliced Kex’s tentacle off.
Alarm jolted him out of the stupor that his raging lust had plunged him into.
Kex wailed in pain. Tezul didn’t seem to notice anything at all, busy with fitting himself between her legs while ignoring her suit.
Grabbing Kex by the scruff of the short, tattered shirt he wore, Wyck tossed him aside. Next, he kicked Tezul off her. Whimpering and glaring at him, both scurried away.
“Come.” He reached for the female’s upper arm again, but she kept brandishing the knife in her hand.
Sitting up jerkily, she suddenly stabbed the blade into his side.
The pain zigzagged through him, all the more acute as it was unexpected.
“What the fuck!” he roared, shock and anger rolling through him in swells. To his relief, however, at least his desire had subsided. “Why me?”
“Why not?” she bit out, her breathing ragged, her expression startled, as though her jamming the laser between his ribs surprised her as well. “Are you any better than them?”
She yanked the closure of her suit back up.
He certainly didn’t believe himself to be better—or worse—than anyone else on the Dark Anomaly. He was simply a part of the crew. One of them.
“Give it to me!” He wrestled her back to the ground.
Stradling her thighs, he pressed her arm to the floor then forced her fingers open to release the knife handle.
“No!” She slammed her free fist into the side of his head.
The blow was more infuriating than painful. The wriggling of her lithe body under him rushed blood to his groin, all over again.
“Will you stop!” He leaped off her, shoving the laser handle into a pocket on his vest.
“Give me back my knife.” Propped on her elbows, she glowered at him from the floor.
Her suit was primly closed all the way up to her throat now. But there was something about her position—her bent legs open, her breasts thrust upward—that made him momentarily lose focus.
She jumped up to her feet, going for the pocket where he’d put her knife. “I need it back!”
“And I need you to listen to me!” He caught her arms and gave her a shake.
This was not going well. His ability to concentrate around her was severely impaired, and he needed all his mental power to keep her safe. It didn’t help that she seemed to be dead set on getting herself in trouble.
Immobilized in his grip, she glared at him, her eyes wide open, wild and...green, like the plants in Malahki’s garden. Fear shone vividly through her expression. He sensed her body vibrating with it. Fear often made people make irrational decisions and act rashly, didn’t it?
Maybe he should try to calm her down first before attempting to talk any sense into her.
“You need to listen to me,” he said again, softer this time. Closing his eyes for a moment, he inhaled deeply. Her scent rushed in, filling his lungs, but he ignored it the best he could and loosened his grip on her arms somewhat. “What’s your name?” He asked again,