Smiling, Jill pulled his underwear down, admiring his large, thick cock as it jutted free, ready for her. Oh yeah, I’ve had fantasies about this. Reality exceeded the fantasies and she was delighted to observe that his arousal included ridges on his shaft she could already imagine stimulating her innermost nerve endings to amazingly erotic effect. Pulling him closer, she put her lips on the plum-shaped head then swirled her tongue across the surface and the ridges below, enjoying the taste of him.
Aydarr’s hips bucked and he threaded his fingers through her hair, encouraging her to continue. “Always you surprise me, mate, in the best possible ways.”
She made a humming sound to show agreement but continued her pleasurable activity. After tormenting him with her teasing caresses, she yielded to his request to grant him time to explore her body. As she moved further onto the mattress he kicked off the briefs and came onto the bed. Lying beside her, running his hand over her body, he took time to squeeze and fondle each breast in turn and play with the pebbled nipples, before cupping her mound with his immense hand. “I like your curls,” he said.
“I like everything about your body.” She grinned.
His face grew troubled, eyes full of emotion and he moved his hand, caressing her abdomen with his touch, before resting his palm on her hip. “Jill, would you wish to bring a child into this world?”
“What do you mean? Someday maybe, certainly not right now, not into this hellhole of a lab.”
He nodded. “I agree. Perhaps we should not allow ourselves this pleasure tonight. I don’t know if Badari and humans can even have children together, but to take such a risk—”
“I’m protected. I had an inject last year, so no need to worry.” She caressed his cheek with her hand. “But I appreciate your concern.”
Leaning over, he kissed her lips tenderly then worked his way to her breasts, taking the tip of one into his mouth to be savored while he played with the other. She threaded her fingers in his hair and enjoyed the heavy silken feel of it while she held him close.
Allowing his hand to drift across her stomach then lower, he probed her folds gently with one finger. She shifted her hips and made a happy murmuring sound of encouragement.
“You are ready for me, yes?” he said, raising his head.
“Oh yes.” She tried to pull him over her and situate his gratifyingly giant arousal where she wanted it to be. “Just…go slow, all right? I have to get used to the size of you.”
“I’d die before I’d hurt you.” Cautiously, he came on top of her, keeping his weight on his forearms, positioning himself with one hand. The tip of his cock slid inside her, and he stilled.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I’ve never felt anything like this—so hot and wet and tight.” He took a deep breath and pushed further, as she grabbed at the sheets as her channel stretched to accommodate him.
“Because I want you so badly,” she said, stroking her hand across his back and kneading his amazing butt. “You’re making me crazy,” she gasped out as he slowly thrust and retreated, only to advance again. His girth was already impressive and the ridges on his heavy cock stimulated the nerve endings exactly the way she’d hoped, enhancing her pleasure with his slightest movement Her core was broadcasting so much pleasure to the rest of her body she could hardly stand it. Jill angled her body to draw him deep, and Aydarr pumped harder in response.
She felt him go over the edge of his release and let herself follow right after, so they lay locked together, savoring the intense sensations then the flickers of pleasure as her body relaxed into sensuous satisfaction.
He rose on his elbows, staring into her face with a fierce smile. “Mate.”
“Yes?” Languidly she caressed him, satiated by the incredible orgasm she’d just experienced, enjoying the pleasure-giving ridges of his semi-erect cock seated deep in her body.
“If we do this again tonight, may I have permission to claim you fully?”
She raised her eyebrows, laughing. “If? If? You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you out of this bed before dawn. There are a lot of things we have yet to explore.”
“But you acknowledge me as your mate?”
“I thought we already settled that issue.” Tenderly, she smoothed his hair off his face, luxuriating in the heavy silk of the strands, very like a mane. “Besides—” She wriggled her hips, grinning as he surged in response, hardening again. “I’m not sure how much more fully we could manage, although practice does tend to make perfect. I’m pretty satisfied with what you bring to the dance.”
He shook his head. “I can’t explain it—I know there’s something I’m driven with desire to do.”
“More ancestral memory at work?”
“Or the DNA spliced into mine.” He closed his eyes and frowned. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, it’s fine,” she said hastily, saddened to see him closing up emotionally after the beautiful intimacy of what they’d shared. “You know I accept you as the whole person you are. It’s all you, my mate. Anything we do by mutual consent makes us stronger, more united. What is it?”
He opened his mouth and the fangs extended. Rather than alarming her, she was fascinated whenever he did it, appreciating the fact her lover could and would literally protect her with tooth and claw. He was magnificent, ferocious and yet tender. “I want to mark you, so that all would know you were my mate, claimed. But I need to do this in a particular way.”
“I get to bite you too, then,” she said, swallowing hard as she considered the request and found herself curiously excited. “Fair’s fair.”
Aydarr laughed and hugged her against him. “Truly, you’re one in a million, and I’m glad you’re mine.” He withdrew from her body, soothing her immediate protest with murmured endearments and tiny caresses, then urged her to roll over and brace her body on her knees and elbows, her hips elevated. He knelt behind her and guided himself into her channel from behind. She pushed back, matching him move for move, enjoying the sensations from this position, heightened as Aydarr reached down to massage the most sensitive bud of tissue and increase her response even more. He was driving into her with such force his heavy balls slapped against her in an erotic rhythm and she felt as if she was caught in a storm of passion, completely his, yet knowing by allowing him this dominance, he was hers to command in other ways.
The climax built and built inside her until she was clenching her fists on the sheets to hold her position against the tremors of smaller orgasms. Aydarr gave one final thrust, setting off the final crescendo of passion. At the same moment she was utterly lost in the pleasure, he placed his mouth on the tender spot where her neck met her shoulders. There was pressure but no pain as he made his claiming mark. The act drove them to a second climax that left them both shuddering and weak with pleasure.
She collapsed on the mattress, his semi erect cock slipping from her body as Aydarr pulled her close to spoon protectively around her, his warmth and scent seeping into every pore of her body. “Mine,” he said, kissing the spot where he’d made his claim. “And I am yours.”
“I have to bite you first,” she said.
“You would remember that.” He laughed and rolled onto his back, lifting his chin and baring his neck. “I submit to you, mate.”
Feeling slightly ridiculous, she leaned in and placed her lips on his heated skin, clamping down with her teeth as he held still for her. As she applied pressure slowly, she tasted the faintest hint of spice, warm and exotic on her tongue. Hastily released her hold, licking and kissing the spot before sitting up with her hand covering her lips, Jill was amazed at her daring. She felt wild and uninhibited. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He touched the spot with a fingertip. “Healed already.”
“But bruised.”
“Sexy as hell,” he said, pulling her to him. “I’m proud to wear your mark.”
CHAPTER SIX
She was sitting on his lap at the table next morning, holding his han
d tight, when the cell door swung open with no warning.
“Time to move out, 801,” the guard said. “Your buddies are at the cryo room already, but the doc wanted you to have all the time you needed with your mate here.”
Jill swallowed hard, trying to keep tears from flowing. She refused to make her grief his last memory of her before going off to war. She rushed to kiss him before the guards escorted him out the door. “Stay safe,” she said, managing what was undoubtedly a lopsided smile.
“And you as well.” His voice was soft.
Then he was gone.
The door slammed shut.
Jill let the tears fall then. She had no idea how long he’d be gone or what might happen, and her heart ached.
Eventually, she was conducted to the now empty pack cell and left alone, which was almost worse than saying goodbye to Aydarr had been. The space seemed to echo without all the others there. She wondered how many of the pack would return from the mysterious combat mission.
Dr. Sheyall arrived. She and one guard entered the cell.
“Present yourself for scanning,” said the guard.
Rising from her chair, Jill stood at attention while the scientist ran the sensor over her, not once but three times.
“How are you not breeding?” Sheyall’s voice was incredulous. “I arranged the private room you wished for, gave you the entire night alone—”
Jill remembered Aydarr’s quiet, sad question, whether she wanted to bring a child into this nightmare world. “It doesn’t always happen right away.”
“You don’t understand the consequences,” the scientist said, eyes wide with distress. “This was your last chance—having failed, you’re no longer part of my experiment. I can’t do anything else for you. You’re on your own.”
Sheyall seemed so upset that Jill invoked the status that saved her previously. “But I’m Aydarr’s mate, I’m part of the pack—”
“The Chimmer only cared if you became pregnant and, since you’ve failed, your role is done.” Sheyall stowed her scanner in the pouch and fastened the clasp with a loud snap. “Dr. Gahzhing is in charge of you now, and whatever future experiments he wishes to carry out, if any, will be undertaken by him.” She gestured to the guard. “We’re done here.”
Jill sank into her chair. Even if Aydarr was here, he might not be able to help. She considered trying to grab Sheyall as a hostage but the two guards were watching so closely, she felt as if they were reading her mind. The man on the left took a step closer and raised his weapon. Jill allowed the scientist to walk away without making a move.
As she stepped over the threshold to leave the cell, Sheyall hesitated. “I’m sorry for the way this turned out.” She scurried away before Jill could respond, and the guard reset the barrier to full.
Well that’s just great. How long did she have before Dr. Gahzhing took notice of her? Jill rose and went into the alpha’s alcove, falling onto the bed, blinking through the tears as she caught Aydarr’s lingering scent. There wasn’t time to give in to emotion. She had to see if there was anything to be done about escaping. Nothing Gahzhing had in mind would be good, the lecherous bastard. But what had the highest chance of success? What to try first?
She rolled over and peered under the bed at the ventilation shaft, wondering if she managed to short out the barrier charge running through the grille whether she’d have time to get the latches open before the guards came to check on her. Maybe there’s a smarter way to go about this. Pulling the handheld from her pocket, she opened the backdoor she’d created in the lab’s AI system and searched for the facility operations routines. If anyone was watching her on the vids, the observer would think she was amusing herself with the pretty pictures, as she’d done before. Grinning, Jill continued her hacking.
Once she’d isolated the desired processes, she started working through the subroutines sifting lines of code for the one controlling the power to the ventilation system safeguards. It was after lunch before she found the right one. The lab complex was much larger than she’d thought, and what she was looking for was a minor aspect buried in the millions of actions the AI had the capability to enact.
Access denied.
“Oh great,” she said out loud. “This they have controls over?” Biting her lip, she settled in to attempt hacking the extra layer of security. The code was different from what she’d dealt with before, as if it was an older iteration, unnecessarily complex. She suspected the original coding was still at the core, with layers and layers of modifications and upgrades overlaid. Maybe I should try escaping the old fashioned, way after all. Raising her head from the handheld, she scanned the cell for something she could use to short out the current manually.
Footsteps sounded outside the cell, and her adrenaline spiked. Too early for dinner. Powering down the device, she slid it into her pocket and rose as three guards stepped into the cell.
“You’ve been summoned to a meeting with Dr. Gahzhing,” the head guard said. “You are to bring the garment you were wearing when you were captured.”
The pink nightie? Is he serious? “It’s in the alcove,” she said, waving a hand at the bed. “Under the mattress.”
“Fetch it, and don’t waste my time.”
Incredulous, she hurried to retrieve the nightgown from where she’d hidden it, then walked from the cell with the guards. As the barrier was closed behind her, Jill feared she’d seen the cell—and the pack—for the last time.
The squad left the corridors she was familiar with behind and made their way through a much more upscale part of the facility. The walls were covered with wood panels, artwork hung at intervals and clusters of green plants broke up the institutional appearance.
Jill clenched her hand on the silky fabric of the nightie, remembering the way the scientist had ogled her the day she came in from the Preserve. If the Khagrish bastard intended to act on his lascivious impulses, she’d have to fight. Her steps slowed and one of the guards grabbed her by the elbow to hurry her along. Briefly she was tempted to fight but she couldn’t take on three heavily armed men and win. One scientist by himself she was confident she could take by surprise. Gahzhing had no idea she was a trained soldier. Hand to hand combat wasn’t her best skill but she felt confident she could take him. Surely he wouldn’t keep the guards or anyone else in the room to watch, not if his dirty little fantasies included the pink nightie.
Be smart about how I resist, keep my eyes open for the best opportunity. The idea of allowing him to touch her was abhorrent but she’d wait for the right moment and then strike without hesitation. It’s him or me.
Her procession stopped in front of a beautifully carved door, and the guard clicked the com unit set into the wall. “The human female prisoner is here as ordered, sir.”
The door slid open. The guard took her by the elbow and walked her inside. Dr. Gahzhing was seated at his desk. With a wide, toothy smile, he swiveled in his chair to watch Jill walk into his quarters. His attitude made her feel like prey, entered the den of a hungry predator. Without a word, he pointed the controlling device at her. Intense pressure and tingling pulsed in her arm, as if the black bracelet was constricting to crush her bones, and she allowed herself to fall prone without making any effort to break the impact. I hope me collapsing was the effect he was expecting.
Apparently, she’d picked the right response, judging by the satisfied smirk on the scientist’s face. Gahzhing rose from the chair and walked to her, squatting to brush her hair away from her face in a parody of tenderness. She wanted to slap him but continued to play the part of a paralyzed, helpless prisoner. An easy victim. “Not immune to the bracelet any more, are we, human?” he asked, satisfaction in his tone. “I upped the intensity by a factor of ten, which I calculated would work.” He tugged the nightgown from her fingers and rose to his feet, sniffing the fabric.
Ugh, never wearing that again.
Gahzhing seemed to belatedly realize the guards were lingering in the room. Waving his free hand towa
rd the door, he said, “I’ll be conducting my private scientific evaluation of the subject this evening. The experiments may run all night, in fact. I’m not to be disturbed, understand?”
“Perfectly, sir. Do you wish security to remain outside your quarters?”
Gahzhing walked away, returning to the desk, still holding the nightgown in his fist. “For what purpose? She’s immobilized. Take your team and resume your duties in the cell block.”
Arrogant bastard. She hoped she’d get the opportunity to show him he wasn’t in control where she was concerned.
The guard left and the portal closed. Gahzhing walked back to her. Bending down, he picked her up with ease. He might not have the muscle on his frame Aydarr and the pack possessed, but there was strength in his grip. He carried her into the next room, which was dominated by a large bed. She forced herself to remain limp. Gotta wait for the right chance, but how am I going to know when that is?
Behind them, the comlink chimed. Gahzhing swore in his own language, obviously torn between proceeding with what he had planned for Jill and answering the call. He placed her on the bed carelessly, limbs akimbo like a broken doll, dropped the nightie on her chest and hastened into the other room.
Immediately she sat up, desperate to find anything she could use as a weapon. Shivering, she saw restraints lying at the foot of the bed, which confirmed her belief she had to act now, with no further delay. There was an arrangement of abstract metal sculptures on a shelf across from the bed, as well as an ornate lamp.
Quietly, she crept across the carpet and hefted the biggest sculpture. Deciding the lamp would be more deadly, she clutched it like a club and tiptoed to the entry into the next room. Gahzhing sat at the desk with his back to her, concluding the conversation from the sounds of the dialog. Moving with slow deliberation, she was nearly to the desk when he closed the comlink. Jill froze, but her luck held as he opened a file on his AI screen and began furiously typing notes.
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