Disclaimer: I do not own predators.

Me: Also this chapter is rated MA +15 for Mature Adults having fifteen plus orgasms! That's right, a certain couple get's it on so don't read on if you can't take it *wink*

Mes'tanu: I wouldn't call them mature adults...

Me: That's what you want to focus on from what I just said? *sigh*

Author Note: So much for a chapter release once a fortnight! Apologies for not following through on my promise. Final year of uni hit me like a tonne of bricks :P I think this has been the hardest chapter I've ever had to write so hope you like it xo Naz

Chapter Ten

Mes'tanu watched Mik'ail hologram flicker in front of him, even with the pixalisation he could still make out the fluro blood clinging to the yautja's armor. "The loading bay is secure. They hacked into the computer system to escape."

Mes'tanu nodded, "Any causalities?"

Mik'ail's nod was short and firm, not liking that he lost two of his comrades in this pitiless attempt by the bad bloods, "Two. They rest with Cetanu now."

Mes'tanu let the emotional loss of Mik'ail's statement wash over him. He wasn't in the position to mourn. "We will arrive soon at Red Prime, however all Al'kun warriors will meet in one hour my quarters."

Mik'ail nodded an affirmative, "I don't know if I will make it."

Mes'tanu cocked an eyebrow. "Why is that brother?"

"Trinity ran after escaping from Nadiek. I fear she is feral, I will hunt after her."

A feminine voice joined the conversation, her tone flat. "You won't find me Mik'ail." She dared. Mik'ail looked beyond Mes'tanu to find Trinity head lowered, eyes glaring, teeth flashing. Mik'ail growled in response. Mes'tanu turned to find a sharp point of steel an inch from the artery in his neck. He remained still, making no move to defend himself. The other Yautja on the bridge followed his lead.

Mik'ail's voice dropped an ocave. "As I mentioned before Trinity. There's no place you can go or hide that I won't find you." His hologram dissipated as the transmission was cut. Trinity let out a breath she didn't realize she held in. With the next inhale she focused on Mes'tanu, who still hadn't moved from his position.

"Where are my weapons?"

Mes'tanu was too slow in responding, the dagger she had found lying on the floor closed in on the inch, it was only skin that separated the sharp point from it's target. "Don't pauk with me. I am so, so close to the edge. I need. My. Weapons. Now." Each point was enunciated, but on each word she became quieter, her tone lower. The 'now' finished on an animalistic growl.

Mes'tanu was at a fork in the road, he couldn't let a feral Yautja wonder the ship at it's leisure, whether it was female or male. Yet if he attacked her, relieving her of the blunt instrument she carried and locked her up again. The animal in her would take control, her eyes darting with feral speed, her claws elongated, her sense of smell heightened. If he brought back a female locked in feral insanity, hope was lost. He sighed, "You will find them in your room."

"What room?"

"Third deck down, five doors to the right in front of the training hall."

Trinity turned to leave, "I'm not finished yet." She paused, waiting for Mes'tanu to continue. "The training hall has been turned into a memorial for the time being."

"Who for?"

"Thiea." The Matriarch. Trinity nodded and exited the bridge. Mes'tanu had let her go, knowing Mik'ail would catch up with her soon. Any male Yautja could take on a female Yautja, but a slightly feral female Yautja. Mik'ail relentlessness wouldn't allow Trinity to stand a chance. He needed her whole. Maybe some time alone would bring the light of logic and rational thinking to back into her eyes again.

Ooo

Trinity stopped in front of the door, her breath short. Sweat dotted her brow. Taking a deep breath in order to slow her racing heart, she reached for the access pad. Upon command the door slid open, revealing her living quarters. It was dark, the small rectangular window the only source of light. The twinkle of stars. Her shadow flat out in front of her, bidding her to enter.

She crossed the threshold, the lights blaring to full beam in answer. She observed the room around her, from the large sleeping mat and table and chairs to a tribal figurine on shelves next to the bed. She noted the shift of the door as it slid back into place. Before she started looking for her weapons she turned and locked the door on the access pad. Hearing the click she snuffed in satisfaction, no unwanted surprises.

Coming to the centre of the room she took in the scents that had been here before. Nothing. So much for finding her weapons the easy way. Trinity let out a sigh. Taking the room in again, ensuring she saw every detail even the way the dust fell against the floor. Nothing was missed. Her analysis of her findings brought her to stand in front of the figurine she had spied before. On closer inspection it seemed to be a figure of Paya, carved in stone. She was pregnant with her bosoms showing, the goddess of life in all her glory.

Maybe it was put there because of Mes'tanu's offer. Maybe it wasn't. Her hand stretched out and grabbed it from its resting place. A door in front of her slide open revealing a small room. It was dark, but as she stepped over the threshold the lights automatically switched on. Ah, the trophy room. Interesting how it is hidden, usually trophies and weapons are on display, observable as soon as you enter.

Inspecting the shelves, Trinity turned around to find her weapons. The breath she let out was almost a hiss. She rushed forward and grabbed her mace, checking it for any markings that weren't there before. Her eyes roamed the weapon, if a single spot was on here she would kill Mes'tanu. She followed her analysing eye to her whip and her ceremonial dagger. Nothing. Clean. Too clean. They had been wiped down. She snuffed the frustration out of her nose. Only the owner should clean the weapon.

Placing them on her she turned and left the room. Replacing the Paya figurine in it's original location, the door slid back in place. Now to find an escape pod. She was getting off this ship. Screw Mes'tanu's offer, screw Mik'ail's bargin, screw the Yautja.

Storming towards the entrance, she practically slammed her fist into the access pad for the door to slide open. Her half a step forward was suddenly two steps back. "Hello Trinity." The deep voice followed her.

She didn't have time to react, Mik'ail grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall, his body blanketing hers. She fought through the daze of impact, grabbing a hold of her dagger she flicked it toward his face. It didn't make it, Mik'ail caught her wrist and slammed it against the wall to join the rest of her body.

"What the pauk." She growled.

Mik'ail leaned in closer to her face, his mandible brushing against her cheek. He trilled. Trinity froze immediately, this was one of his attempts. But oh my gosh was that blood on his arms? The smell of it added to the perspiration of Mik'ail's recent battle. No. No! She couldn't think of that. Her tone was flat when she spoke again, "I do not return your advance."

Mik'ail chuckled deep, the vibration of it filling her chest causing heat to pool in her groin. With his free hand he tucked a fallen curl behind her ear. His head ducked low to her collarbone, he inhaled her essence. "You still smell of fear." He paused, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. A smirk played along his face as he raised his head and his eyes found hers. "I could change that Trinity." He purred like her name was a touch of silk on his tongue. He watched as her pupils dilated, she was denying what her body craved, more of him.

"I do not return your advance." She was a lifeless robot, her only defence as she found herself caught in a spider's web.

Mik'ail chuckled again, the masculinity of it set her teeth on edge. He loosed his grip and turned away from her, giving her space. She bolted for the door, pressing the open button. It didn't respond. She tried again. Nothing. She was no longer it's master. She growled, "I would like to leave." She turned to find Mik'ail spread flat eagle on the bed, eyes shut. The vulnerability of the position had her raise an eyebrow.

Mik'ail shrugged, his shoulder pads following the movement, "Then leave."

She scoffed, "I cannot, you have locked the door."

Mik'ail sighed, "No I haven't."

With a roll of her eyes Trinity turned back to the access pad to press the open button. A denying tone sung at every push. She threw her hands in the air, throwing her temper to the wind. She looked back to check if Mik'ail had moved. He hadn't. His breath was deeper, his face loose, his body resting. Damn him.

She charge over to the bed, held her hand high to slap him on the arm and wake him up. It all happened within seconds.

The slap sounded through the room, Mik'ail's eyes blared open, his golden orbs glowing with victory. She tried to take a step back, to take her slap back. It was too late. Mik'ail's hands had a hold of her and she would never be let go ever again. Once in his grasp Mik'ail rolled, bringing Trinity down to the bed. With a screech she found herself beneath him. Every inch of his body moulded to hers.

She tried to squirm free, but stopped instantly when their groin became perfectly aligned from the effort. "Get off me." She growled low. "I did not respond to your advance."

Mik'ail chuckled, dismissing her opinion. Her hands were held by his above her head, causing her back to arch and her breasts just a movement away. His mandible caressed her cheek, his head moving low to her collarbone. He inhaled her vanilla scent, made stronger by her arousal.

"How ooman of you to think that." He murmured as his tongue darted out to taste her skin. Her sweet, sweet skin. She was everything he was not, sweet to his sour, soft to his reptilian rough. She drove him crazy, to seek alternative measures to seduce her. But he had her now. And she would never get away from him again.

"I have not responded to you, get off me." She kicked up, using her upper body to try to roll him off her. He countered her move, using her momentum to flip her on her stomach. She landed face first into the bed with huff, the course strands of his bed furs softening the landing. Mik'ail's body blanketed her back, she could feel the evidence of his arousal on her buttock.

"No?" Mik'ail made it a question as he pushed into her bottom, letting her know what she drove him to. He pulled her hands into one of his, a free hand to explore his hard won treasure beneath him. She struggled, of course she would struggle. It was instinct to struggle, even when you have lost. But she wasn't struggling against him, no. She was struggling against her arousal. And from the way vanilla escaped from every pore in her skin. She was losing.

Her weapons were the first to go, throwing them out of reach. Mik'ail chuckled as his free hand continued on to undo the tie at her back. She growled as her chest straps were thrown to the floor. Once her tie was done, he worked on his own. His hand working cords loose and armour off. "You responded to my advance as soon as you stepped through this room."

"What!? No." Her head turned to the side, a furious blue eye glaring up at him. What she saw made her gulp, he was taking off his armour. He had one shoulder pad off, and was now working on his chest piece. She tried to buck again, to dislodge him. But between his thighs and his hands she had no hope of escape.

"A female accepts a male's advances by entering his room. But oh you did more than that." Trinity shook her head in denial. "You entered my trophy room."

"There was nothing in it, besides this is my room." She pointed out. She heard hard leather material hit the floor with a thud.

Mik'ail frowned, "Is it? Why would you think that? Especially after we agreed to pretend being battle mates? We would at least have to sleep in the same quarters." He worked his last shoulder pad off. His hand started on the clip that held his loin cloth on. Usually during a mating, there would be no time to remove clothes. He definitely saw that type of mating with her in the future. But for now he wanted to feel her under him, see how much her softness complimented his hard length. He would devour her, every last inch. "And if that wasn't enough you slapped my upper arm, challenging me to a battle dance. So here we are." The pressure on her back went, a second later she was flipped. She now faced a very naked, very arousal Yautja in his prime.

Mik'ail looked his fill, eyes following the green and brown swirls that led to her breasts. His hands reached down unconsciously to touch what could only be mirage. So smooth. So warm. So soft. Trinity arched into his touch, he liked that. What else could make her spine arch in sensation? He trilled at her as she relaxed, her eyes meeting his. "Just let me go." She had meant for the words to be more harsh, more direct. More of an order than what it was, a breathless whisper.

The words were breathless, because he had taken her breath. Soon he would take more, the possessive look in his eyes told her that much. Her hands were free as his hands massaged her breasts, but instead of escape she eyed a diagonal light grey slash that stretched over his right peck, her hands darted to it. Smoothing it out, caressing it. At her touch Mik'ail froze, watching her watching him. His mandibles drew together, calculating, analysing. Her eyes found another scar and soon her hands followed her line of sight. This time caressing his stomach muscles and the little packs they drew into from constant training sessions.

With Trinity exploring his body, he took the moment to explore hers. His hands flowed over her curves, pulling down her loin cloth. Unclipping it when it got to her thighs, throwing it over his shoulder. His hands massaged her thighs, taking in her tight bundle of midnight curls. She was beautiful, he wanted to roar it to the universe. Instead he purred, allowing it to grow and enter the air, making every molecule around her vibrate. Her eyes instantly went to his, "I could never let you go Trinity. Never, you're mine."

His hands trailed towards the tight bundle of curls. "I want you to admit it." His hands ducked low, his claws smoothing along her inner thigh. Trinity moaned, but shook her head no. Mik'ail growled, but then chuckled. "No? You refuse me? You refuse this?"

His fingers hit her core, pressing down between her moist lips. His touch forced a moan from Trinity. She tried to grab his wrist and pull him away, he didn't budge. He flicked her bud, but then went lower, caressing a finger through her drenching arousal to stop where the heat pooled. Trinity was bitting back a moan, her thoughts confused between escape and need, wanton desire and passionate anger.

Noting the restless expressions flying over her face, Mik'ail stilled. His purr continued, but he brought it within himself, swallowing the sound into his chest. Trinity's eyes widen with surprise at the realisation of what he was about to do. Only male Yautja could purr, an evolutionary behaviour used to calm females or seduce them. And there was nothing calming about the purring vibrations coming from his chest.

Placing her flat hands to his chest she tried to push him away as he inched lower and lower. But as soon as her hands came into contact, his vibrations became hers. Like lightening through her body, all resistance, or thoughts of stopping him disappeared. Her mind fully focused on him, and the delicious vibration that sang through her body.

Skin to skin, her breasts squashed against his chest, everything she was quelled with fire as his purr's warm rhythm rode through her chest and down into her groin. "Mik'ail?" She whimpered, "Too much. I can't."

Mik'ail ducked to her neck, nibbling a line down to her frantic beating pulse, her vanilla scent was sweeter, stronger. "You can. And you will." His tone uncompromising as his finger penetrated deep. She arched into his touch, bringing herself up hard against his chest. The feel of his finger deep inside her drew a moan from her mouth, as her eyes fluttered closed. "No." Suddenly Mik'ail pulled his finger out, only to slam two back in. Blue eyes flashed back open at the force, Trinity's mouth forming a soundless moan. "That's it, keep your eyes open. Watch this, watch us." Mik'ail's golden orbs left her to look down at how two of his fingers were swallowed by her pussy, his thumb flicking her clitoris. Trinity's eyes followed, the sight of it flaring the fire within her hotter. Paya what was he doing to her?

"I remember you once telling me three was your favourite number." A masculine smirk followed a feminine whimper as he pulled his fingers from her sheath, white glistening juices of arousal flowing from her. "I wouldn't want to disappoint." Trinity's spine bowed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as two became three.