Alien Hornet by Calista Skye

Grace:
I’ve bitten a hornet.
He’s eight feet tall, with bright yellow stripes, buzzing wings and hard compound eyes.
And his blood tastes salty.
He abducted me from my farm and took me away in his spaceship, which looks like a hornet’s nest on the inside.
But before that, he stung my friend, killing her on the spot. So I have my reasons for hating him.
Hes clearly an alien, more hyper-muscular man than hornet. But he’s buzzing louder and louder, and I think he’s furious.
And if that protruding rod there is not his stinger, then I don’t want to know what he’s planning to do with it.
Let him try. I can bite him again.

Tzor:
I had to take her. She smelled so good it made me dizzy.
I don’t even care that she shot me first.
But biting me, a Royal Scout on a crucial mission? That cannot go unpunished. Even now, my blood is red on her lips.
She is delectable, round and scandalously female. The air in my spaceship is thick with her fear. And something else that I can’t identify, but which nearly makes me faint and forces my crotch to swell dangerously.
I think I know what her punishment must be.
And I think I will enjoy it.