It rocked against the wall in a loud bang.
Jackson turned from his docking procedures to give her an assessing look. “Sorry to spoil your fun.”
“You haven’t spoiled anything. I’m so done with this mating thing. Who’s meeting us?” She knew her irritation was linked to sexual frustration…and embarrassment for her uncharacteristic public displays of lust.
“Destiny, your team, and some additional muscle. You know you should be belted in for landing.”
“I’m too wired to sit. Besides, you should be a pro at this by now.”
An answering grunt was her only reply while he focused on landing, setting them down with a feather touch. The man was an amazing pilot. He glanced over at her. “You seem…better.”
“Yeah. Wish I felt better.”
“Expecting trouble, Kendra?” Azros’ chest touched her back, and she fought the urge to lean against him.
“With Kendra involved? Always.”
Kendra chuckled. “Whatever.” She punched Jackson in the arm and turned, surprised at the possessive heat simmering in Azros’ eyes. Kendra ignored the lick of lust that expression created. She still wanted to throw him down and fuck his brains out, but she’d be damned if she gave in to this insanity.
His words had reminded her. Threats of being enslaved chilled her. She had a job to do. Responsibility. No one would take away what was hers. Her body screamed at the loss, and her brain refused to cooperate. Lust had turned her mind to mush. With a sigh of frustration, she walked back to the cabin and jerked on her gear. Rubbing her thighs together did nothing to ease the ache between her legs.
She could control this mating thing. Kendra predicted hours of cold showers in her future. Cold showers and a lonely bed. She sighed.
A wave of heat washed through her. Then another. What the hell?
Pain burst in a lightning arc through the back of her head. She doubled over. Shivers tore through her body like a freight carrier, dropping her to her knees. She cursed. A knot of fear formed in her throat. Her senses dropped into ultra-sensitivity, and the scent of Azros overpowered all others.
Ravenous lust rocked her. She palmed her mound and pressed the cloth of her uniform against her pussy. The pad of her hand rubbed, causing flicks of pleasure through her system. An involuntary moan tore from her throat at the sensation. Even a light touch was like raw pleasure-pain on her nerve endings.
“Kendra?” Azros’ voice caressed her body like a lover. She shivered, and another moan slid from within. He stood in the doorway, tall and incredible, and oh so delicious. She needed him with a desperation bordering on insanity. He inhaled and she watched his eyes dilate. Fangs gleamed in a feral snarl. She launched at him, wrapping him up, and tumbling them back against the plated floor. They landed hard, and air punched out of Azros’ mouth in a sudden gush. Her lips took his in a powerful kiss, one that sent her senses spiraling higher. Mine.
“What the fuck is going on? Kendra?” A woman’s voice jerked her out of the kiss.
Kendra growled and released Azros. Her body covered him in a semi crouch, and she faced the new threat. She reached for a knife that wasn’t there. Her lips twisted in a snarl.
“Don’t come closer. She’s gone feral.” Azros spoke the words but she couldn’t understand their meaning.
“Mine.” She growled the word.
The woman held up her hands in supplication. Kendra tilted her head. “Trust me. He’s all yours.” A man with a familiar scent walked toward the woman. “She doesn’t even know who I am, does she?”
A dull ache formed in her chest at the words.
“I can fix this, but I need time, and a room with a very large bed.” Her mate’s voice drew her attention back to him. He was hard against her. She needed.
“You will fix this.” The woman gestured at Kendra. “With sex?”
Sex. Yes. Kendra almost purred with pleasure. They would have sex.
Azros ran his hands around Kendra’s ass, cupping the cheeks firmly. She looked down at her mate and reveled in his touch. “Mine.” He said the word quietly, firmly. Kendra’s pussy clenched in agreement.
“Your touch does seem to be calming her. Well, okay. This isn’t the strangest thing I’ve ever heard, but it’s up there.” The woman moved and Kendra’s attention snapped back to her. “She had better be a willing participant, or you won’t have to worry about the Sheon.” Her heavy gaze fell on Azros and Kendra growled. “Jackson, give them the suite for now. Someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on.”
She moved away from the door. Kendra’s gaze snapped to a way to freedom.
“Not yet.” Her mate held her against him. “Soon. We’ll leave soon.”
“Try to keep the damage to a minimum. The suite has very resilient restraints. Feel free to use them as needed.” The woman looked back at Kendra, matching her glare for glare. “I need my security chief back, Azros. So you had better make it happen, or I will hold you personally responsible.”
Azros blinked in surprise at the woman. So this tiny powerhouse was Destiny? “I need to get her there, now. Don’t let her interfere.” He looked from Jackson to Destiny. Jackson nodded, stepping in front of Destiny.
With a quickness that belied his fear, he rolled them over and pinned Kendra with his body. His hands gripped her wrists above her head. He glared at her, matching her rebellious gaze with his. Her teeth bared in a snarl. He snarled back, baring his fangs.
She fought for control, struggling against his hold. When she arched again, he went for the throat.
“Kendra.” To his everlasting gratitude Destiny’s intervention was stopped by Jackson’s and, from the familiar scent, Mase’s reassurances.
His teeth pressed against the skin and she immediately stopped moving. Her erratic pulse leapt against his mouth. Azros growled against her throat and she sucked in a breath. He could taste her change just below the surface. The urge to mark her flared in the back of his skull.
She whimpered and rubbed against him in sexy supplication. He knew her submissive behavior was temporary. Until he knew more about what the hormone was doing to her… With care, he released her throat and drew her to her feet. She kept her eyes averted. They had a momentary reprieve. “Get me to that suite. Now.” Azros latched his hand around her wrist. He strode from the ship, Kendra keeping pace.
“Wait a minute! Let me at least clear the hallway first!” Destiny grabbed his arm and he blocked a reactive strike from Kendra.
“Don’t come near us until I fix this. There’s no time to clear anything. For fate’s sake, don’t touch either one of us.” Destiny remained behind, but he could feel her gaze burning through his back. That was one lady he would never want to cross. Mase moved like lightning, leading the way. Kendra’s small team must have been waiting at the dock. “We’re going to need labs done on her. A full-body scan as well. We’ve got to know what’s going on.”
“So why after? Why not before?” The small woman from the rescue strode along beside him.
“The hormone is changing her body. I didn’t think she would actually go through a change. Trust me, this has never happened before. Instinct guides our people through this time, and my instinct tells me, and her, this is what is needed.”
Kendra stumbled with chills, and he swept her into his arms.
“If she drops into a completely feral state, I may not be able to get her back. She would have to come to my home world.” Kendra groaned. The scent of her lust surrounded him, and he wanted to roar his agony. For a moment he wished Skreeta were in the hallway so he could tear her apart to vent this frustration. Worry and fear ate at him. He’d lost a brother to feral madness, and losing Kendra as well would be unbearable.
“We haven’t really been formally introduced. I’m Reeva, by the way.”
“Azros.” He looked down at Kendra’s flushed face. Her gaze was unfocused, her expression full of passion and need and it took everything he had to keep his body focused on getting them to privacy.
“Is this normal?” Reeva kept pace with him. No easy feat considering how petite she was to him.
“A female turning feral?” He didn’t mince words. “No. I’ve never heard of it happening.”
“Ever?” She sounded amused.
“No. Never.”
She chuckled and he tried to keep a handle on his temper. “I seem to have missed the joke.”
Reeva held up her hands. “No joke. Leave it to the chief to pave the way for a whole new mating history. She will never do anything by the book.” Reeva winked at him. “Take care of her.”
Something occurred to him. “Can you get her weapons brought to the suite? She seems very partial to her pistol.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s an understatement. She loves that thing like it’s her child. You should see her extensive blade collection. I’ll get Mase to do it.” She jogged ahead to Mase. The blue-skinned man leaned down to hear what she had to say. A nod was his reply.
Azros looked down at his lady warrior. Her eyes were squeezed shut and shivers racked her body. Fate. This is my fault. I should have seen this coming. “I’ll take care of you, mate. I swear I’ll ease the pain for you.” She moaned quietly. It was impressive how her team respected her, and strange that she surrounded herself with so few defenders. Is this the right thing to do? Doubts plagued him.
They finally reached the suite and he carried her in, barely registering the closing of the doors or the locks being engaged. He strode to the bed and laid her down. Another spasm curled her into the fetal position.
In seconds he stripped, dropping the clothes on the ground. For a moment he wondered if they would ever slow down enough for him to actually put his clothes anywhere but the floor. He climbed onto the bed. She wrapped her body around his legs and shook as another tremor shot through her. A surge of emotion warmed his chest. She instinctively trusted him.
He pressed his wrist against her forehead. She was on fire. Worry ate at him. He untied her boots. His change hadn’t been nearly as violent. First one, then the other boot fell to the floor. He prayed to the fates that he was doing the right thing.
“Kendra.” He soothed her with his touch, running his hands down her back. Fingers slid under her shirt to stroke up her spine and down again. Her shivers lessened. “Tell me what you need. You have to guide this. Trust your instincts.”
“I need…” The words choked on a sob. “I need you inside me, Azros. Please.”
He helped her pull off her uniform, brushing aside her fingers when they fumbled over buttons. When she was naked, he tugged her hair loose and fanned it against the dark coverlet. It looked like spun fire. He kissed up her stomach.
Her fingers gripped his hair, dragging his head up. Feral light, and a flash of Kendra’s personality glared down at him. “Fuck me. Now.”
It was the challenge that did it. The snarl on her lips. The desperate need in her gaze. It opened the door to his own feral nature, bringing the beast to the forefront.
He flipped her over and pulled her ass up. His cock brushed the slick entrance to her cunt, sliding just inside. Liquid heat surrounded the head. He groaned. She was going to burn him alive.
“Are you ready for me, mate?”
“Fate, yes. Don’t make me wait!”
Hands gripped her hips and he slammed deep. Her cunt clenched him like a fist, and her cry was one he recognized as relief and pleasure. Kendra spread her legs wider, curving her back to arch higher against his cock.
His fingers dug into her hips. The unique scent of her change surrounded them, making his heart pound in a primal rhythm. He fucked her with a pace that left them both gasping. This was so much more than sex. The walls of her pussy rippled around his dick and all thoughts shattered.
His voice was lost in the maelstrom of their wild abandon. Only the sounds of her desperate cries and their flesh slamming together filled the room. He wouldn’t last long at this pace, in this position. With iron will he dragged together the last shreds of his control.
“Please. More. I need…” She choked on a sob. He pulled out and flipped her to her side. He lifted her leg to press against his shoulder while the other wrapped loosely around his waist. His dick slid against her soaked entrance and stroked deep, and agonizingly slow. She was the sweetest form of torture.
“No, don’t slow down!” She struggled against him, fingernails digging deep into his forearms. A growl rose from his chest. She arched, needing to move, and he pushed harder, trapping her.
He grinned. Control wavered. Sweat ran in rivulets all over his body. “Not so fast, princess.” He used the title on purpose, following his instinct.
A flash of sanity returned to her gaze. His thumb slipped between them to flick her clit. She bucked against him. He did it again and her cheeks flushed. Her mouth opened with a sweet sigh. “You’re so beautiful, Desh’ra.” He ran his fingertips along her thighs. “Your body fits me perfectly.”
Her nails raked his arm. Pain and pleasure mixed in a potent combination. He teased her clit without mercy. Her sweet cunt tightened and rippled around him. He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain control of his body. “Fate, your pussy is so tight.” Her cries of pleasure grew louder, desperate. The slow pace was killing him, killing them both.
He eased her leg off his shoulder to fall naturally around his hips. She locked her legs around him and dragged his head down for a kiss full of frantic lust.
Her fingertips caressed along his jawline. “Fuck me. Show me how much you want me.” The words were whispered against his kiss. She nipped at his lips and soothed with her tongue. Her gaze never wavered from his. There was a dangerous glint to her eye, a challenging smile on her incredible lips. “Make me come again.”
He slipped his arms beneath hers to grip her shoulders. The new angle put pressure against her clit with every stroke. Her tight pussy clenched him like a glove.
He fucked her with abandon. She arched against him with every thrust, driving him deeper. Her nails raked down his back and her teeth nipped at his shoulder. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to open his mouth and bite the tender flesh where neck met shoulder.
Fangs pierced just inside the skin. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, gripping her fingers tightly in his hair to keep his mouth against her flesh. His teeth felt strange, full of pressure. Her hands slid to his shoulders, and another orgasm rolled through her body. The pressure in his teeth released in a flood of liquid.
He pulled away to suck on the wounds. Warm blood mixed with spicy essence unique to both him and Kendra. Fate. He’d released part of his lambyre. He swiped his tongue against the wounds. She tasted even sweeter than he could have imagined. Ambrosia. Heaven. His balls tightened, and the beast within roared its success. His world tilted and their bond strengthened, locking them together, baring his soul.
“Yes!” she cried out against his shoulder, biting him. “Bite me again.” Unknowingly she opened her soul to him.
She was his. All his. He bit her again. They both lost control. Her teeth nipped at his shoulder and he growled, pounding into her, driving them both over the edge. He drew on the wound, the wash of her orgasm making the blood richer, delicious. Perfect. A part of him wondered if it would stay that way. Once the beast was unleashed, it could never be caged…or so they say.
Chapter Eight
Kendra strode across the lab floor, icy awareness making every shadow jump, every sound echo. The small room held a hodgepodge of equipment. Some were pieced together with scraps and others were the best money, and blood, could buy. Either way, the lab was the last place Kendra wanted to be. Her fingers stung from the latest batch of lab work. She reached the office of Doctor Kate Monroe, Destiny’s newest acquisition. Kendra ducked her head in the doorway. Long brown hair fell around the young doctor’s shoulders in soft waves. The woman was nose-deep in a microscope.
Kendra cleared her throat. “I was summoned, Dr. Monroe.”
She jerked away from the
lenses and her pixie-like face reflected confusion.
Kendra leaned forward. “You called for me? I’m Kendra St. Thomas.”
“Yes! Kendra. Sorry. Go ahead and relax.” She shook her head. “Destiny should be here soon, as well. Until then, why don’t you tell me how this mating thing is going?”
Kendra clenched her teeth and leaned back against the wall. She gave the room a cursory inspection. It was sparse, completely barren of anything personal. The office consisted of one utilitarian desk, a viewing screen across from it, and a super-something-or-other microscope that had cost more credits than Kendra would see in a lifetime. Luckily the microscope had come with the doc. “There’s not much to say. Did you find something?”
Dr. Monroe tilted her head. “You could say that.” She gestured to the microscope. “This is a revolutionary discovery. Do you know what the medical community would do to get their hands on this?”
“For your sake, let’s hope they never find out.” Destiny spoke from the doorway of the office. “Good to see you out and about for a change.” Her smile was warm and full of mischief. Her boss had often teased her about lack of sex…now she was a regular addict. The hormone was taking over her life. Azros had been…different after he bit her. Distant.
Kendra’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Yeah, well…we’re lucky to go three hours without touching. I assume that’s why I’m here.” She settled in a chair. “Did you figure out what’s going on with me?”
Dr. Monroe smiled. “I’ve found the catalyst for your change.” She gestured to the microscope.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense.” Destiny shut the office door.
“It’s in his saliva.” Dr. Monroe looked in the lenses again. “This is amazing!”
Kendra reminded herself that the doc wasn’t trying to drive her insane. Doctor Kate Monroe was the best at what she did…molecular biogenetic manipulation. She had three intergalactic bounties on her head to prove it. The good doctor was moonlighting at the Palace until the heat simmered down a bit. “What, exactly, is in his saliva?” Kendra wasn’t excited that the doctor was thrilled.
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