Dark Claim

Toni L. Meilleur

“Sexy Confessions to Venus” DARK CLAIM BY TONI L. MEILLEUR Venus Press LLC

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Dedication:

Shovon, thanks for being supportive and interested. I love you!

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For the second time this night, Tamra felt as though eyes were piercing her very soul. She shifted her gym bag on her shoulder and looked behind, once again, on the way to her car. Her sneakers padded softly against the cement. Her wide, brown eyes suspicious of any movement. She nervously fingered the car keys in her hand. She knew how to defend herself; she’d better after spending five hundred dollars on a personal attack trainer. Of course, she’d never had the opportunity to see if the investment was contingent. Perhaps tonight, she would. She pushed the button that unlocked her SUV and with one more wary glance, slid in then clicked all the locks shut. “Breath easy,” she muttered to herself, flicking the ignition on. Even in the confines of the car she felt… hunted. She drove with the radio off, a clear testament to her nerves. Her eyes darted frantically, observing more than just traffic. Still, it felt as if she were being watched, yet there were no cars behind her. She shook her shoulders in an effort to lose the feeling. How long had it been since she’d been having these creepy feelings? More than a week now without a good reason, no shadows followed, no cars, but still… Perhaps a drink would calm her nerves. She pulled into a tavern she had been frequenting for a few years now; a boyfriend long since dumped, had introduced it to her. He left a great bar in his wake so the relationship hadn’t been a total waste, she thought. After downing just one beer, she decided she was now calm and relaxed enough to drive home. Of course, after relaxing and settling down, the vehicle refused to start. Her smooth brown face furrowed into a frown. The vehicle was practically brand new, and she kept it serviced. There had been no warnings, to apprise of the vehicles intent to go on strike. She sighed, good thing she was only four blocks from her new apartment. She slid out of the vehicle, clicked the alarm on, and laughed. As if anyone could steal it now. After a good ten footsteps, the feeling of being watched was upon her again. This time 5

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much stronger, sending cold chills down her warm spine. Whoever it was, was close. She turned her head quickly; besides a couple entering their car, she was alone on the street. She watched the couple for a second, the man openly pawing the woman’s breast before closing the door and slightly staggering to the driver’s side of the car. After he entered the vehicle and it didn’t start, it didn’t take Tamra long to guess what they were doing in there. “Well at least he’s not driving.” she muttered to herself, before remembering she was alone again on the street. Suddenly, an intense feeling of sexual hunger came over her so strong, she gasped. Frightened, Tamra began to lightly jog towards her apartment, praying that in the night she would be able to remember the shortcut she had discovered a few nights ago. The feeling became stronger as she ran. Blindly, she turned a corner almost sure in her panic and haste that this was the corner… But Tamra was wrong, she ended up in a dark alley, the kind she saw in movies and always called the movies’ star stupid for venturing down it. Yet, here she was duplicating stupid behavior. She slowed her pace the deeper she got into the filthy alley. She could turn around, but what if whoever was following her was close? She would run smack into them. Far up ahead, she could see there was light, at least she wasn’t down a dead-end alley, which meant she was doing much better than the bimbos in the movies. Her indecision had cost her; before she knew it, she was plastered against the wall of the nearest building. The breath knocked out of her. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest as she tried in vain to see the face of her attacker, but he was cleverly shielded in the poor light. The hands were large, to match the rather large man pinning her to the wall. “Ryn tylik pas fau?” A deep voice boomed at her. Her mind began to fuzz over, probably from the panic. “Ryn tylik pas fau?” the voice bellowed again. Her mind seemed to swirl, and she shook her head. “Ryn tylik pas fau!” The last time he said it, she took note that it was barely in the form of a question. Her mind swirled with colors and sounds. She felt sick, her stomach wanted to heave from the heady things her brain was doing. Against her will, almost against her notice, she heard her own voice, faintly respond. “Ty sa byn fau.” “That is good, young one,” the voice smiled as it responded. 6

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Now she could clearly understand him. Perhaps he understood she did not speak whatever language he spoke and chose English instead, though why he hadn’t begun in English was beyond her. Her head cleared up considerably, enough for her panic to swell as she realized she was still in a dark alley with a man she did not know—a big man. She squinted her eyes at the poor light. He seemed to be at least seven feet tall. He appeared to have long hair, as she couldn’t make out the ends of it. He seemed muscular and… “What do you want?” she asked him hoarsely. “I--I don’t have any money, but look, if you want the vehicle take the keys.” “I have no use of that simple machine,” the arrogant voice nearly spat at her. “Well what do you want?” She hated asking that question, but quite clearly, he wanted something. He took that opportunity to lean into her, and his body was illuminated by the light. Oh God! He was gorgeous. His jet-black hair reached the middle of his back; she could tell because it swayed and flirted out quickly when he moved. Jet-black eyebrows graced his face. They looked as if they had been carefully drawn and plucked to perfection, though she doubted he paid any heed to his eyebrows. The word warrior came to mind. His eyes were no color but every color, they swirled and conflicted as if they couldn’t decide what color they wanted to be. The knowledge that they changed their color to suit his mood came to her. Tamra didn’t know how she knew this, but she was willing to bet life and limb on it. His jaw was chiseled and dusted lightly with jetblack hair. She cast her eyes downward a tad and gazed at his exposed chest. Smooth, hard, muscled sexy, that dared her tongue to lave across… “I said what do you want?” She directed her eyes back to his, and then averted them immediately when she was caught staring. “You.” His lips said the words, but she barely heard them, so entranced was she with the way his lips moved. “I have been waiting and watching you, Tamra. I now know you are mine.” With those words, her heart sped. Lord, don’t let me die here in an alley with this gorgeous man.

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He had to be sure. He could not run the risk of revealing himself if she were not his. Tamra, he even liked the way her name rolled off his lips. He had wanted her since he first saw her. Tonight, he’d disabled her primitive vehicle, deciding not to wait any longer. The oracle had said he would find her here. He had searched, and almost had given up hope. But now, he had found her and she had recited the words. This human belonged to him. She just didn't know it yet. He loosened his hold on her shoulders just slightly. She was terrified, and it killed him to see her so frightened of him, but soon enough the look would go from fear to lust, maybe something more. She desired him already; he could smell her woman’s arousal. Now there was just left the joining. Time was of the essence; after the ritual words were spoken, mating was to be done quickly to seal the bond. “We must go, pas fau.” He looked into her frightened brown eyes, and against his will, his gaze raked her slim form. She had not too long ago left the place where she worked her muscles until fatigue ending the escapade in a dripping sweat. He loved to watch her train, for what he did not know, but she did it a lot and well. Her body showed a form fit for a warrior queen. Slight but tightly formed and toned, he often thought of squeezing her rear or lightly sinking his teeth into it. Her breast were small but still to his liking. Her waist narrow enough it seemed his large hands could completely encircle it. The legs of his mate were long, brown, and silky, though clad in warrior pants of strange tough blue material; he had glimpsed them in the training building. He envisioned them thrown over his shoulders as he feasted from her. But it was her eyes that captivated him. They were brown and deep, like a goddess, slightly slanted, giving her an almost feline quality. Long, dark lashes decorated them; her nose was unremarkable but fit her face perfectly. How would those full lips taste? They looked incredibly soft. “Go? Go where? Look, whatever you’re going to do, do it here.” she said bravely. Q’yllik smiled down at her, what a brave little one she was.

**** Okay, so the defense trainer said never let them take you to a secondary location because chances were, you were never going to be seen again. Of course, none of the other lessons were working for her. She was still pinned against the wall. She could go for the family jewels, but instinct told her it would do no good with this man. “You do not want to join in this filthy place.” he replied arrogantly. 8

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“I do not want to join with you at all.” She hoped it sounded real, because try as she might, she felt herself getting wet being this near to him. “You lie,” he said softly, coming so close to her she could smell the male scent of him. He smelled like leather but not quite. His chest was mere centimeters from her breasts. If he took a deep breath or she did, they would touch. “You want me, even in your confusion, you want me.” He watched her swallow, mentally picturing her swallowing something a little more…. “Please let me go,” she squeaked out. One tear coursed down her cheek. “I cannot. You were born for me. I have claimed you.” “Claimed? How exactly did you claim me?” Curiosity overrode her desperation momentarily. “I spoke the ceremonial words that would trigger your response in my native tongue, if you were one of my true mates. You responded,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders in a sexy manner. His hair peaked out from behind his back and disappeared again. “I did n--” Tamra began when she realized the words that had tumbled out of her mouth. “Where are you from?” “A place you have never heard of, I'm sure.” “As I said before, I will not go anywhere with you. You will have to kill me here.” she said the last part with defiance but with regret, clearly she was not ready to die. “I have no intention of harming you, however, we have but a small window to mate and make the claiming complete, and I fully intend to claim you.” “There will be no mating,” Tamra sputtered. “At least not of my own free will.” “Are you sure of that, pas fau?” He took that final step and the contact sent fire chills through them both. He did a quick intake of breath, clearly as affected as her. His hands dropped from her shoulders to lightly caress her arms, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She looked into his face. Huge—gigantic—humongous—cataclysmic—mistake! His eyes were burning red. Red was for anger or passion, and clearly he wasn’t angry. She was hypnotized as she saw his gorgeous face lowering, her eyes focused on lips that kissed hers. She groaned as his firm, soft lips pushed against hers. His tongue found its way inside her mouth, it caressed and explored, mating with hers. Greedily she responded tasting him back. His mouth was warm and addicting. She ran her tongue quickly over his bottom 9

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lip and swept it back inside. Somehow her hand crept up to his bare chest feeling the hard muscles, she stroked his chest lightly with her fingernails and absently rubbed his nipple with her thumb. He groaned in response then pulled her tighter against him, grinding his fierce erection against her. “I will not take you here...” He broke the kiss breathing heavily. Tamra was sure she would have broken it at any moment. “I will not go anywhere.” That sounded pathetic even to her own ears, though they seemed to be clogged with the blood rushing through them. “Pas fau, if I don’t join with you soon, I feel as I will burn where I stand. Let me take you away from here,” he begged her, knowing if she stalled any longer, he would have to take her where she stood. “What does pas fau mean?” she gasped, trying to regain some control of the situation. “My mistress.” He pulled her closer, inhaling the scent of her long brown hair. “You asked me was I your mistress?” She began to piece together the puzzle, “and I responded that I was.” He chuckled at the amazement in her voice. She did not seem to notice she had leaned into him, her face against his chest, her hands rested lightly on his hips. “How do I know this?” She asked herself out loud. Still not realizing that her soul was joining his naturally. “My people have mated with yours for as long as we've existed. We have always had an appetite for human females. You are destined for my harem. The ritual words were implanted in genes your family carried down to the person destined. That would be you, Tamra.” He felt the tremors in his body. His cock ached for her. “You’re not from here, are you?” she whispered into his chest. “No, pas fau. I will tell you the story of my people at a later date.” “What is wrong with me, I feel…” Tamra began, but could not find the words. “You are hungry for me,” he finished for her, “as am I for you.” “You speak the truth.” Horror laced her words. Here she was ready to wrap her legs around this 'being' and she didn't know him from Adam. “Our bodies demand each other, they recognize one another," his voice dropped to a sexy deep purr, "give in to your desires." He bent down and smoothly licked her lightly on the side of her neck. She shivered. 10

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“Give in,” she repeated absently. Dazed by the effect he was having on her. Tamra looked into his eyes that still burned for her. “Here...” “I did not want to join with you here in this filth,” he muttered. He was effectively silenced as she reached up and pulled his head down to hers clamping her mouth over his, immediately the feeling of lust multiplied. She felt like the warrior plundering now as she kissed him deeply. Her hands found his straining cock and massaged it. She took note of the size and shuddered, he would probably impale her. He pressed her against the wall in the dark alley. With anxious fingers, he ripped her t-shirt in half, exposing her lacy bra. He made quick work of that as well and it fluttered to the ground. Q’yllik took a moment to survey her before his mouth descended on her breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it, making her arch her back in sweet ecstasy. She cradled his head to her breast, and he bent his long legs for a better angle. He pushed her breasts together then buried his face into them, inhaling her womanly scent before sucking on the other nipple. “You taste like the fruit from my land. So sweet and succulent,” he murmured licking the breast, nipping and biting lightly. She moaned, not caring who heard. All she could feel was his tongue on her breast. She ground her core into him, feeling herself dripping for him. She knew her panties were soaked and she felt no shame, she wanted him badly. Tamra raised a leg in an effort to climb him and feel his cock rubbing against her. Frustrated, he pushed her slightly away from him, and looking down at her pants, she felt them rip away by the sheer force of his will. “Pas fau will never wear such offending clothing again!” he roared in lust, grabbing her panties and tearing them from her body. He felt the wetness at the crotch and lifted them to his face. By All Gods! Her scent alone could make him spill. He tucked them into his trouser pockets, for later, for his use alone. Then he tore his own pants from his body, and gave her a moment to peruse him. Her mouth hung open in a small O as she took in the size of his cock. “Do not worry, pas fau. If you wish, I will take you slowly so you may get used to me. You are made for me. I will fit.” With that said, he gathered her close, his erection between them as he kissed her and rubbed her breast. So slowly, his hands traveled to the apex at her thighs and found the moisture there. “So much honey for me,” he murmured into her mouth as his hands began to 11

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stimulate her clit. She ground herself against his hand, feeling the beginnings of a climax. “Come for me<,> pas fau, let me feel you coat my hand with your desire,” he crooned in her ear, slipping two fingers inside her and thrusting. She let her head fall back as she gyrated with his hand, no shame that she was naked in a dark, filthy alley with a complete stranger, about to come. Hard. Her legs buckled from the sheer magnitude of it. He pushed his fingers deeper inside her finding that spot that made another wave of orgasm hit like a tsunami. She shuddered against him. He leaned her back, greedily suckling her breast. “Pas fau, you are ready for me,” he whispered against her nipple, blowing his warm breath across it, watching her nipples harden even more for him. He gently turned her around and placed her hands against the wall, nudging her legs apart. He could feel her womanly fluids running down her legs. He stepped up close behind her, positioning his cock at her entrance, not entering just bathing the head of his swollen member in her juices. She squirmed, wanting him to slam into her, but he teased her, pushing his cock against her folds, giving them friction without the force. In other words, driving her fucking crazy! She squirmed, pushing her well-formed butt against him, urging him inside. He laughed at her wanton behavior, cupping her breasts and kneading them. With one hand, he pushed her hair to the side and sank his teeth lightly in the back of neck, causing her to buck against him. “Oh,” she purred like a cat, voluntarily exposing more of her neck to his teeth. He nipped her lightly, enjoying the spastic reactions to his ministrations. “Tell me what to do, pas fau,” he whispered into her ear. “Fuck me,” she moaned, not even pretending to be coy. “As you wish,” he groaned out thickly placing one hand on her hip and with the other positioned his cock at her entrance. With both hands on her narrow hips, he surged forward with such force she let out a loud “Yes!” as his reward. She was tight for him and so wet. She braced her hands against the wall as he pummeled himself into her from behind. The sounds of his grunts of pleasure only turned her on more. She clenched the walls in her core causing him to gasp from the even tighter sensation. “You will do what no other has done,” he moaned into her ear. “And what is that?” she asked in between moans and gasps. 12

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“Kill a great warrior such as I.” he growled. “And who would think from pleasure,” he added sluggishly. She smiled at his praise and continued milking his cock of its seed with every swirl of her hips. His hands tightened and she knew he was near to coming. All Tamra could hear was the sound of his body slapping against her in a fevered rhythm. It was too much and another orgasm ripped through her. He felt her walls convulsing around his cock and knew he could no longer hold out. His teeth sank into her neck causing her orgasm to extend while he exploded inside her. She could feel spurt after spurt of his hot semen coat her inside and she loved it. After what seemed an eternity, her heart began to slow and match the rhythm of his. “We are connected for always, Tamra,” he said softly into her ear. “What have I done?” she whispered out loud. “Connected yourself to a warrior king.” “Warrior-king?” she squeaked not sure she’d heard him. “Aye, that makes you mine.” Tamra thought this over. She just had the most wonderful, mind-blowing sex ever—forget that it was in an alley—to a gorgeous warrior--. “Did you say king?” she asked incredulously, still trying to wrap her sex-addled brain around that fact. “Yes, I am a king, who at last, has found a great lover to fill his nights,” he sighed, leaning his body against hers, sheltering her from the cool night air. “Let me take you again. You are no longer afraid of me, are you?’ He looked into her eyes for the truth, his voice already thick from his desire to fuck her again. “No.” She tried to sound petulant so he humored her and pretended all seriousness. “As you wish. We must go now, pas fau. I have one more surprise for you.” His eyes twinkled a deep blue. “What ? Is this the part where you tell me you pass me around to all your buddies and run a train?” she quipped, a little apprehensive about what he considered a surprise. “I do not know what that is, but it sounds bad.” he mused. Then he freed his midnight wings from his back. Tamra thought he looked like a dark archangel. A sexy one. She ran her fingers along the feathers, and looked at him wide-eyed. 13

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"What are you?" she breathed. "I am an Encytian, we guard your world, keep it separate from the magic world. That is until our needs take over," his voice dropped low, leaving no doubt to what 'needs' he referred to. Tamra couldn't believe she was taking this all so calmly, but then again, she was genetically engineered to do so. What the hell? “By the way, big guy, what’s your name?” she looked shyly up at him. “It is Q’yllik,” he replied with a smile, then lifted her up and took to the air.

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About the Author

Toni Meilleur is a resident of Michigan where she lives with her two children and husband. Currently, she is a Certified Personal Trainer. In her spare time she is active in community theatre. Also available from Toni L. Meilleur at Venus Press… Bloodlines 1: Alliances

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