Claiming His Human (Rogues) - Jenika Snow Page 0,6

hungry for more. Or maybe she was just starving, malnourished? Before she knew what was happening she was devouring the whole plate, even if she had no clue what it was she ate.

Because she’d been in hiding with the other humans she didn’t get a lot of portions when mealtime came. And when it was time to eat it was things they could forage and scavenge for quickly. They couldn’t stay out in the open that long, not unless they wanted to become noticed. This race had technology the likes of which made humans, when they were at the top of their game, seem infantile.

She’d been in hiding for her entire life, she’d always been on the run, always looking over her shoulder, and hungry … so very hungry. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t filled with fear on her mind, filling her very soul. It was who and what she was, though, and she didn’t know any different.

When she was finished eating she grabbed the cup of water and drank it all, not realizing how thirsty she really had been. Greta stared down at the tray, so surprised she’d eaten everything, especially right in front of this Rogue. She still had yet to know what his plans for her were, but she stared at him sitting back on the seat in the corner, watching her. It seemed since she saw him that’s all he did … watch her.

“Would you like to bathe?” he asked.

She still felt so relaxed, so calm, even if rationally she shouldn’t. Greta shouldn’t even have eaten the food or drunk the water he’d given her. She didn’t know what he could have put in it, but on the heels of that thought she knew it didn’t matter. If he wanted to hurt her he would, and poisoning her food seemed like a lazy way for a Rogue to get rid of a human.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked warily, knowing she needed to be afraid, but that drug he’d blown in her face was erasing that. Leaning back against the wall she stared at him, wished he’d quit with the brooding and watching her, as if he stalked her, waiting for his time to pounce and devour her.

Then he leaned forward, braced his forearms on his thighs, and said in a deep, very intimidating voice, “It’s because of me you’re not getting bred upon by my kind against your will.”

Her heart jumped in her throat. “But I am here against my will.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t even move.

“Why am I here and not being taken by your barbaric species?” she asked with a thick tongue, her voice cracking. “Why would you stop that from happening?”

The silence stretched on as he bored those eerie light blue eyes into her. “Because for some reason I want you for my own, and handing you over to get fucked and impregnated by another Rogue male infuriates me.”

She felt her eyes widen when he stood, felt that drug finally start to dissipate as he came closer. She scrambled to push away from him, to get as far from this massive, scary male as she could, but she was trapped, at his mercy, and she started hyperventilating.

4

Tolcan knew the Posh was leaving her system, and he saw the fear start to take root in her again. Taking the small cigarette of Posh, a plant from his home planet that they had cultivated here, he relit the end. Inhaling deeply from it, he walked toward her, holding the smoke in his four lungs for a moment before leaning forward and blowing it around her. She was too frightened to do much of anything, and that fear had her respirations increasing.

Posh had relaxing and almost euphoric properties, and if taken enough in large quantities it could cause hallucinations. Right now he just needed her calm, needed her not in hysterics. It was better for her that way, better for him, too, because this was new to him as well, and he didn’t need a crazed human female making this even tenser.

He blew more Posh smoke in her face. Her eyes dropped to half-mast, and she rested against the wall, her legs going straight in front of her, and her entire body becoming relaxed. Moving back to the chair, he sat down, leaned back, and stared at her. He stubbed the end of the cigarette off on the bottom of his boot, and tossed it on the small table beside him.

He’d