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Isaak
“Fark. Stubborn female,” I muttered.
Tangling with the human had done irreparable damage to my equilibrium. I had not been this frustrated since I’d left Trion behind.
Her eyes spit fire, and all I wanted to do was accept the challenge, push her up against the wall, drive my c**k deep and make her scream with pleasure. Which was completely opposite of every Trion female. Ever. I wanted a docile female. Meek. Submissive. Yet the Gods had set this wild Earthling in my path.
Nothing she had done was as expected. She did not tremble with fear after nearly being taken by a huge blue alien from Cerberus legion. She did not cry. She had stolen Jirghogis’ titan stick and threatened him with it like a cornered animal.
Like a wild animal.
Untamed.
I wondered what it would take to tam
