Vice Admiral Niobe, Interstellar Brides Testing Center, The Colony

      “Run. You know I like the chase. I will catch you and then…”

      The male’s deep voice was a rough whisper, but I heard it across the vast space between us like he was right beside me. He didn’t need to finish his sentence. I knew what he would do when he caught me. It made my skin prickle with awareness, my pussy clench with need.

      I was fast.

      He was faster.

      I was cunning.

      He was ruthless.

      I was a Hunter.

      I was also the hunted.

      I was his prey. His desire. His mate.

      And when he found me, he’d take me. Command me. Fill me. Fuck me and make me his. Completely.

      I wasn’t running from him because I didn’t want him.

      I was running because I did.

      My heart pounded not because I was tired, but because I was excited. Eager.

      And so I ran faster, for the hunt was part of the mating. I would not allow a male to claim me who was not worthy. And he would not claim me if I didn’t test him.

      The terrain was steep, the trees thick, the canopy of leaves overhead blocked out much of the sunlight. The air was damp, warm. Almost sultry.

      I smiled as I quickly pivoted around a large tree, leaped over a fallen log.

      “You’re wet for me. I scent your pussy from here.”

      I whimpered because it was true. I was slick and needy. I wasn’t just overheated from the chase, from the miles we’d covered. I was desperate for his cock. He moved so quickly, his footsteps were light