Authors: Celeste Anwar
She felt the sting of his teeth as he scored her
flesh. Goose bumps broke out all over her, making her more acutely sensitive
to every slight brush of his skin against hers.
He sucked the sting away, lathing it with his
tongue, moved lower, nuzzling the upper slope of her breasts, sucking tiny love
bites and then moving on. “The floor or the wall,
chère?
One’s as cold
and hard as the next. Either way, I’m gonna have ta have you now.”
The question filtered through her mind dimly,
sluggishly. By the time she’d grasped the gist of it and tensed, it was too
late. Her head swam as he pushed her to the floor and covered her body with
his own. She gasped as her back met the cold floor. He seized the opening,
covering her mouth with his in a kiss as he unleashed his beast upon her. The
savagery of his possession, instead of frightening her as it should have,
evoked a similar need inside her.
He broke from her lips and moved down her body to
taste and suckle her flesh, teasing her with the sharp edge of his teeth. When
he reached the sensitive skin of her belly, she gasped, tangling her fingers in
his dark hair. Ignoring the tug, he moved lower still, pushing her legs apart
and parting the petals of flesh around her cleft with his tongue.
A wall of need slammed into her as he teased her
clit. She cried out, writhing beneath him. He caught her wrists,
disentangling her fingers from his hair and bearing her arms to the floor. She
struggled to close her legs, fighting the insidious heat racing through her,
making her heart pound.
Releasing her wrists, he caught her thighs,
pushing them wide and then wedging his arms between them and grasping her
wrists again. She groaned, bucked as he settled his mouth over her clit.
Within moments she ceased trying to escape and began to writhe with fevered
need. He teased and suckled her unmercifully, until she began to jerk and moan
with release. Before the convulsions had even died away, he slid up her body
and began to tease first one and then the other painfully erect nipple,
stroking her cleft with the head of his cock and then wedging it into her
opening.
She gasped, panting for breath as he began
working his way past the tightly clenched muscles of her channel, moving deeper
with each foray. He was shaking as badly as she was, a fine sheen of moisture
coating his body by the time he’d claimed her fully. He hesitated, as if
struggling to regain control and then released a harsh breath. Slipping one
arm beneath her hips, he set a frantic, pounding pace as he began thrusting and
retreating.
Erin cried out as her body convulsed again in
climax, this time harder than before. He ground his teeth, faltered briefly
and then began to thrust harder and faster than before as his body exploded
with rapture.
Erin went perfectly limp in the aftermath,
fighting to catch her breath as he slumped heavily against her, his own breath
sawing harshly in and out of his laboring lungs.
She roused slightly as he pushed himself slightly
away from her. When she managed to pry her eyelids open, she saw that the fire
of lust had ceased to glaze his eyes. They were filled now with barely leashed
rage. “One day I will kill you all for what you have done to me,” he said in a
menacing whisper. “But you,
chère--
you I will save for last.”
* * * *
The drug had all but worn off by the time Erin
was shoved into her quarters again and left to dwell on her situation.
Foremost in her mind was the threat. It made her cold all over each time she
remembered it. She didn’t for one moment suffer any doubts that he not only
fully intended to do what he’d promised, but that he was perfectly capable of
it.
She knew they would never release him. They
would keep him as long as they were interested in studying him, and then they
would destroy him.
The thought gave her no comfort. It made her feel
ill.
Whatever he was, they had no right to take his
life and yet after what they’d done to him they would have no choice. She had
not been comfortable about the capture to begin with, even though she’d known
he wasn’t really human, but in the back of her mind she had always considered
that at the worst it was only a life interrupted. They would study him, find
out what they could, and then he would be released.
Up until he’d uttered that promise, she had
willingly made herself believe that what they were doing wasn’t really wrong.
As fearful as his threat had made her though, it
had made one thing clear. They had tortured him beyond endurance, turned him
from dangerous to deadly. More specifically, that twisted bitch Freda had.
Worse, she was well versed with scientific studies.
They might continue to hold him and experiment on him for years.
And she’d become part of the experiment.
It almost seemed to her that he hated her worse
than all the others. She couldn’t understand why he would, but the things he’d
said seemed to indicate that he did.
She had never harmed him. Except for taking his
food to him, she had scarcely even been around him up until Freda had hatched
her brilliant plan to use her.
But maybe that was all it had taken to make her
his prime target? She had succeeded in stealing his seed when he had guarded
it in spite of every other method of torture Freda had been able to come up
with.
There was only one conclusion to draw from that.
For some reason, he was particularly drawn to her, and it didn’t take a great
leap to get to the root of his hatred. He felt betrayed by her. He had let
down his guard, and she had betrayed him.
He had to know she had been drugged just as he
was. Surely, he had enough reasoning ability to see that she couldn’t have
been willing if they’d had to drug her?
But apparently not.
And they hadn’t had to give her Formula 9 this
time.
She felt vaguely ill. She had responded to him
and she couldn’t even comfort herself that it was the drugs anymore. It
revolted every feeling to realize that they had forced her to couple with that
creature until she’d become chemically dependent on him, until she’d begun to
crave the feel of his flesh pumping into her.
She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself.
What was she going to do? She couldn’t escape.
The place was guarded like Fort Knox, maybe even worse. Even if she could
manage to break out of her quarters, she’d never escape the facility itself.
The alternative was to give up and allow them to
use her until they were through with their little experiment--at which time
they would probably kill her, too, if the beast didn’t get tired of playing
with her and take care of it for them.
He’d implied as much when they’d thrown her in
with them without dosing her with Formula 9 first.
Was that it? The fucking bitch, Freda, had
wanted her to be completely aware of what was happening? She’d expected the
beast to rend Erin limb from limb when she’d given him the freedom to move
about his cage freely?
Tamping her fear with an effort, she pondered
that change curiously.
A horrific thought occurred to her after a
while. She thrust it aside, but it kept returning, stronger each time until
the certainty finally settled over her.
Either she was pregnant, or they were hoping for
it and they were afraid the Formula might damage the embryo.
She couldn’t rest after that, couldn’t put it out
of her mind. She kept trying to tell herself that it just wasn’t possible. A
hybrid between the two species would never develop to maturity.
But the moment the word hybrid entered her mind
she knew without any doubt whatsoever that that was just the sort of
possibility that would fire their imaginations.
Whether it was possible to achieve their ends or
not, they were going to try.
With her.
What could she do, she wondered a little wildly?
Nothing, her mind answered. As long as she was
confined to her quarters she had no chance at all of getting way from them.
She might not have a chance anyway, but she certainly didn’t if she could
change that much.
The only chance that she could see at all was to
convince them she’d had a change of heart and was willing to cooperate. She doubted
they would be fooled, but she had to try.
The next time the door opened and a guard shoved
food inside, she remained where she was, seated on her bed and trying to appear
perfectly calm. They were watching her. She knew that.
When she’d eaten, she tried to rest, knowing she
needed to do everything she could to keep her wits about her. She dozed
fitfully despite her resolve. They came again, as she had known they would, to
take her to the beast.
She tensed, but she managed an outward calm. “I
don’t need that,” she said, allowing her gaze to flicker to the syringe Freda
was holding.
Freda’s brows rose. “I suppose you think you’re
going to convince me you’ve accepted the situation?”
Erin shrugged. “I can’t do anything else, can
I? I just don’t like the drugs. Besides, it isn’t as bad as I thought it would
be.”
Freda laughed humorlessly. “Considering all the
caterwauling I’ve been listening to, it would be a lot more accurate to say
you’re enjoying yourself immensely.”
Erin reddened, but held onto her temper. “I
guess I like it rough and raunchy. That isn’t the point, though, is it? I’ve
been getting the sperm samples for you. I just don’t want to be drugged.”
Freda’s eyes narrowed speculatively. Erin could
see her mind working. It went against the grain with the bitch to do anything
anybody might want. Now she was thinking Erin was enjoying it way too much.
The problem was, she needed the samples and no one had been able to get them
but her. Otherwise, Erin was sure saying she was starting to enjoy it would
have been enough to nip the little experiment in the bud right then and there.
“Maybe we’ll try something a little different
this time,” Freda murmured thoughtfully.
Erin cringed inside, wondering what sort of
‘something different’ Freda had in mind, knowing it wasn’t going to be anything
she would like.
“Take her,” she ordered the guards.
It took every ounce of will power Erin could
muster to watch them stride across the room to drag her off of her bed without
cringing, without putting up any resistance at all. When they had her on her
feet, they turned and looked at Freda expectantly. Smiling a secretive smile,
Freda turned and led the way from the room.
Surprise flickered through Erin as they passed
the beast’s cage.
Freda opened the door of the observation room.
Erin was escorted inside. “Since she’s decided to join us, I’m going to let
her observe this time. Strap her to the chair there.”
Confused and alarmed, Erin tensed as they pushed
her into the chair and strapped her wrists to the arms with a roll of tape they
found in the supplies cabinet.
“You two can wait outside the beast’s cage. I’ll
be with you in a moment.”
Erin knew the moment she met Freda’s satisfied
smile what was going through the woman’s head.
She thought Erin was going to be jealous!
She almost laughed at the notion, realizing Freda
was so eat up with it herself she was attributing her own emotions to Erin.
Revulsion replaced her amusement when Freda
touched a button and a screen lit up, showing the interior of the Jesse’s cage.
He was hanging from his arms, Erin saw in horror,
suspended a good foot from the floor.
How long had the fucking bitch been torturing him
like that?
Leaning toward the console, Freda grasped a
lever. The pulley holding the beast began to unwind the chain. His feet
settled on the floor and then his arms dropped to his sides. He groaned. Erin
flinched at the sound, knowing he must be in excruciating pain to give that
much away.
Freda pressed a button and Erin heard him let off
a faint hiss as the needle broke the skin. As she watched, his eyes became
clouded, glazed. They were glittering with roiling emotions when he lifted his
head and looked directly at the camera. Rage was clearly one of them, but she
saw desire, too, and knew Freda had given him an injection of the Formula even
before she noticed his body reacting to the drug. Freda hit the button again.
After studying him for several moments, she hit it a third time.