Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

The heat radiating from the crowd, along with the smell of sex, hits me in the face as the door clicks open and the pilot bot dumps me unceremoniously into the dirt.

My heart thuds in my chest, but it's not the excitement I thought I would feel.

I'm scared shitless.

But this is what I wanted, this is what I signed up for.

"Mates needed for Volkroth spawning season. Generous payment and all expenses paid for biologically compatible species."

You wanted someone to be rough with you, to be a fucking barbarian with you.

Maybe it was too much to expect an orientation before being dropped off at the spawning pits. I figured after the extensive medical testing to ensure biological compatibility, they'd ease me in.

I was so wrong.

Besides the chorus of fucking masses that surround me, there's the guttural noises of males as they slam their fists into each other's bodies. The spawning pit seems like it's half a sparring one.

Something I didn't realize from the holo communication is that the aliens are fucking huge. They tower over me as one purple brute rips the other male off a yellow alien female, who arguably looks like she's having a great time. She even laughs as the male turns and clocks the attacking alien on the jaw.

His bones snap, sounding like a lightning-struck tree, as he crumples to the ground. I'm not sure if the breaking noise was his jaw or his neck—but I don't think any of the warlord aliens care.

They're barbaric! They kill soldiers deemed too weak to fight. How could you want to mate a Volkroth? My roommate's disgusted face flashes in my mind as I wonder if the alien on the ground is dead or not.

I'm really here, and despite it being what I want, I'm scared. At no point did I think it would be like what I'm seeing now. I can't tear my eyes away from the blood that streams from the fallen alien's ear.

He's dead.

"If you're too weak to fight, you're too weak to carry on the bloodline," the victor yells before grabbing the yellow alien female and slinging her over his shoulder. She laughs as the male smacks her ass and drags her off somewhere to breed.

I gulp, my throat dry, and try once again to get my bearings. Despite the frenzied brawling and fucking, there's a very clear division of who is actually being attacked. The Volkorth fists only connect with the other males around them.

"Sofuckinggood!" A gray skinned female moans before a male with a broken horn grabs her neck. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she comes, his hips slamming hers into the dirt.

I want that, I want to be used, I want these barbarians to fuck me. Despite the fear that courses through my veins, there's something hot about the idea that I could be in danger. My hand drifts to my ear at the thought, the metal cuff now there as a tracking device. It's linked to my vitals in a way where the overseers would know if something goes wrong. A safety precaution for someone looking to be unsafe.

There are raucous roars behind me, and my attention snaps to a transport unit as a group of what looks like fresh breeding males jump from the open cargo bay. I hold my breath, waiting to get trampled or thrown over someone's brawny shoulder. They all rush for the writhing madness of the pit, a herd of muscled bodies, save for one.

As the red dust settles, I see him looking—no, more like staring—at me. The male's physique looks as though he's been carved from purple marble. His is body slick and shining, and unlike the one I saw on the holo comm, he's completely nude.

More importantly, the big beast has two massive cocks resting on one heavy set of balls. They twist around each other, almost looking like they're prehensile. I must gasp, because he arches a black brow.

I scramble to stand when the alien's eyes fall on me. His thick black hair, falling free of his topknot, spills over the four horns. There are two on either side of his head that curl proudly away from his face, and a shorter set between those.

"A human?" He almost laughs as he says it. "I'd have thought your kind too soft, too exotic to be in the spawning pits with the rest of us."

His voice is deadly smooth as he approaches me, a predator stalking his prey. Could I even hear his footsteps on this crimson earth if not for the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears?

I freeze, even though my brain is screaming to flee, that I shouldn't let this monster near me.

But there's a broken part of my judgement that wants him to grab me by the neck and fuck me into the dirt. So I stay still, a prisoner between my two desires, my heart in my throat.

I crane my head up to look at him now that he's so close. He moves one very deliberate step ever nearer. I can feel his breath on my face.

His eyes darken, and he licks his lips.

"You should run." His voice is almost a whisper as it leaves his mouth.

As my adrenaline kicks in, the logical part of my mind wins, and I bolt. But I don't have time to worry about where I'm running to. His huge hand shoots around my midsection, pulling me back against his body.

Two enormous cocks strain against my ass, the thin fabric of my jumpsuit doing nothing to protect me from the heat of his body. He brings his free hand up to my neck and squeezes rough fingers against the column of my throat. It sends sparks down to my weeping pussy, and I squirm in his hold.

"I want you full and dripping with my seed, and only mine , human," he breathes into my ear.

I bite back a moan.

"That's why you're here, isn't it? You want a beast to breed you, to make you submit?"

"Yes," I manage to eek out. The first words I've spoken on this planet are to agree to be some space barbarian's plaything.

The alien rips the neckline of my jumpsuit, exposing my breast to the planet's humid air. My nipples pebble instantly as he drags his calloused hand over my sensitive flesh.

The hand on my neck weaves into my hair, grabbing my ponytail and yanking my head further back until my cheek rests against his. His stubble rubs my cheek raw.

"How do you want it?" he asks.

"Rough," I groan as his fingers pinch my nipple. I arch my back, searching for some friction as my hips lift. I want him to fuck me.

Suddenly, there's a flash of pain and I yelp as his hand comes down hard, sharply smacking my tit.

"Can you handle rough, with all this softness?" His palms smooth over the agitated skin of my red breast, the stinging melting into something blurred with an intense pleasure.

"Only one way to find out," I say, with some shocking boldness. "Fuck me."

His breath catches at my change in tone.

The fear has flown from my body. From that first slap, I know that this is what I want. I have no desire to keep begging my partners to go harder or deeper. The thought of causing someone to feel ashamed of me by asking them to slap me across my face is soul crushing. I need whoever I'm fucking to want to do it as much as I want it done to me. My body sings with joy. I want him to use me, to fucking breed me.

I look back at the alien, and his brows knit. A look of resolution crosses his face.

"I won't share you," he says as his arm wraps around my waist, and he throws me roughly over his shoulder.