His Feisty Human

by Ivy Barrett

“You said it yourself. His research is based on the abilities created through mutation.” Lorelle shivered. “He needs you.”

  “He’s going to find us harder to control than lab rats.” Despite his calm expression, Fane sounded stunned. “What could Max possibly want with Cassandra Myer?”

  “I didn’t know Howyn had a daughter.” Mal Ton shrugged. “Does it really matter why he took her?”

  “I suspect it does.” Fane handed the injector to Lorelle. “Have Ostan analyze that. I don’t trust anything about this.” They followed Fane into the corridor. “I’m going to the data center.”

  Mal Ton nodded and turned in the opposite direction. Lorelle was half a step behind him.

  “Maybe Howyn loves his daughter enough to—”

  “We can’t trust the chancellor,” Mal Ton insisted. “We’ll hunt down Max and find out where Howyn stashed your sister. If we find them both, this alleged exchange will be moot.”

  She blew out a shaky breath. “My stomach is tied in knots.”

  “I know Bryson better than you do. It’s hard to take him seriously after everything he’s pulled in the past.”

  They descended the stairs from the great hall and found Ostan in the clinic. With his usual efficiency, he placed a drop of the counteragent under a molecular scanner. “If you hadn’t told me this had been refined, I would have thought it was the original counteragent. The differences are infinitesimal.”

  “Is there any indication that the original counteragent didn’t completely bind the virus?”

  “The first group was taken to the safe house yesterday. I only have current scans of Lorelle and the two you brought in last night.”

  “Which counteragent were Donna and Kylie given?”

  “I’m not sure. I’ll cross-reference this with their samples.”

  “Is there anything in the new counteragent that could harm a human?” Lorelle struggled to remain focused on one subject as all the possibilities raced through her mind.

  “I know very little about human physiology.” Ostan stepped back from the scanner and shrugged. “As long as you’re not in immediate danger, I strongly recommend having Andrea’s input on this.”

  Mal Ton agreed and they left the clinic. “We could take the counteragent to Andrea ourselves. It would give you an opportunity to talk with her and having direct access to you might speed her progress.”

  Repeated exposure to the subway tunnels wasn’t making them any more pleasant. Lorelle hurried along at Mal Ton’s side, trying not to think about the various substances crunching and sliding beneath her feet.

  “I don’t want to go anywhere until Brianna is safe.”

  “Gathering intel takes time. Bryson didn’t give us much to go on. We’ll likely be back before the action starts.”

  Renée huddled next to Fane as they shared a workstation. Her hand resting on his thigh, she leaned forward, offering him a better view of her cleavage. Lorelle fought back a smile. As long as Renée left Mal Ton alone, she didn’t care who the scheming brat pursued. Besides, Fane could handle her.

  “You’re not going to believe this.” Fane pushed back from the desk and casually disentangled himself from Renée. “Cassandra’s field of expertise is nanobiology.” Renée started to stand, but he dismissed her with a curt “Thank you.”

  “Does Max have nanites?” Lorelle asked as they moved away from the clutter of workstations.

  “Not that we know of,” Fane replied.

  Instead of entering the tunnel, Fane led them through the dilapidated lobby and out of the building through a service door. The alley wasn’t much better than the subway tunnel, but at least she could see the sky.

  “Her occupation could have nothing to do with the kidnapping,” Mal Ton said. “She’s Howyn’s daughter. Does Max need any other motivation?”

  “No, but this is one hell of a motivation for us to recover her. If the chancellor is combining genetic manipulation with nanites, we need to know about it.”

  “And you think his daughter is going to brief you on their progress?” Mal Ton chuckled. “Good luck with that.”

  “Anything she knows I can learn.” Mutant light flashed in Fane’s gaze, making his harsh expression savage.

  “As long as you’re okay with scrambling her brain.”

  “It won’t come to that. I have other tools at my disposal.” Fane squared his shoulders and walked out of the alley. The street beyond was only slightly less neglected.

  Lorelle had to rush to keep pace with the men. Mal Ton was focused on his longtime friend.

  “You make this personal and it will only—”

  “This is personal. It has always been personal. We’ve been on the defensive for far too long. If Howyn knows where we are, there is no longer a reason to remain in the shadows.” He glanced at Mal Ton and asked, “What did Ostan say about the counteragent?”

  “He wants Andrea to analyze it. I was thinking about taking it to her myself, but the gleam in your eyes is making me nervous.”

  Fane waved away his concern. “Nothing is as stimulating as narrowly escaping death. We didn’t go looking for this opportunity, but I’m not willing to waste it. That’s all there is to my enthusiasm.”

  Mal Ton nodded, but he didn’t look convinced.

  “Go to Stilox. It’s a good idea. Then Andrea can examine Lorelle and Lorelle can have her long-awaited conversation.”

  “Promise me you won’t do anything rash until I return.”

  “You’ll have to define rash.”

  “Agreeing not to terrorize Cassandra Myer would be a good start.”

  “You’ll have to define terrorize.” Fane winked at Lorelle. “Your mate is turning into an old woman.”

  She smiled. “He might be old, but he’s very much a man.”

  “I’ll take your word for it.”

  * * *

  Lorelle watched Protaria shrink on the main viewscreen, torn between frustration and excitement. They had accomplished so much, yet even more remained unsettled.

  “It’s beautiful,” she said, her tone hushed and distracted. Vivid blue oceans, gray-green land masses, and swirls of fluffy white clouds. Protaria didn’t look all that different from Earth.

  He turned his chair and faced her, a sexy smile bowing his lips. “I’ll take this view any day.”

  “You’re certainly welcome to look.”

  His long fingers closed around her hand for a moment then drifted up her arm and cupped the side of her face. “I know everything has happened really fast for us. How are you holding up?”

  “I want to know Brianna is safe, obviously, but the rest just feels… right.” She covered his hand with hers and smiled into his eyes. “You feel right.”

  “You’re certainly welcome to feel.” He licked his lips and leaned toward her. “If we focus our efforts, we should have just enough time.”

  “Enough time for what?” she asked with a playful smile.

  He nipped her bottom lip and unfastened his safety restraints. “I’ll show you.” The space between their seats was minimal so he turned her chair around and stood in the main aisle where there was more room.

  She released the buckle securing her restraints and the straps separated with a clatter. He tugged her shirt and undergarment up, baring her breasts with one urgent motion. “If I had my way you’d never wear clothes. We spend too much time undressing.”

  “We don’t have to undress. Just expose the important parts.” Her fingers worked the fastenings on the front of his pants with the same hurried movements. She freed his cock and slipped to her knees before he could object to her boldness.

  “I love the way you think,” he whispered as she took him into her mouth.

  Excitement stirred, speeding her pulse and firing her blood. She adored him with her tongue, savoring the heat and satiny softness. Her fingers grasped his thick shaft and pumped him to full erection. She would never tire of the raw power she sensed
when she touched him or the tenderness it triggered inside her.

  “My turn.” The words sounded harsh and throaty as he pulled her to her feet.

  Her chair had pivoted to face the console and he positioned her against the high, padded back. Liquid desire cascaded through her abdomen and gathered in her pussy. He unfastened her pants and pushed them to mid-thigh.

  He didn’t need to say a word. Emotions flowed freely across their link. Her desire fueled his and his heightened hers. Kneeling in front of her, he grasped her bottom with both hands and found her clit with his tongue.

  She arched her back and rotated her hips, needing more than the teasing caress. Her legs were hampered by her pants. She tried to push them farther down, but he ignored her struggles and focused entirely on her sensitive nub.

  With soft, coaxing swirls, he built her arousal. Her core melted and throbbed, needing his fullness and fervor.

  “Please,” she murmured.

  He stood and turned her to face the chair. Dragging her pants lower with the toe of his boot, he eased his hand between her thighs and stroked her folds. “You’re so wet.” He pushed two fingers into her pussy. “Is all this for me?”

  “Only you.”

  Reaching around her hip, he found her clit with his other hand. “Come for me.”

  He thrust into her with his fingers while he gently rolled her clit. She arched her back and rocked up onto the balls of her feet. Almost immediately, her core contracted and tingling heat spread through her abdomen.

  “You’ll have to do better than that.” Working his slick fingers up to her other opening, he coated her anus with her essence.

  Lorelle clutched the seatback, trembling with anticipation and need. His fingers pushed past her sphincter and she gasped. Sensations rolled up her spine then dropped into the pit of her stomach.

  Then his other hand spanked her bare ass, while his fingers were still buried inside her. She cried out and shivered, overwhelmed by the combined assault on her senses. He drew his fingers back then pushed in deep, pairing the thrust with another firm swat.

  She tossed her head and pushed to the balls of her feet, brazenly tilting her ass to a better angle. She needed this, needed him, and needed the intensity of pleasure/pain. The spanks came faster, as did the thrusting of his fingers. He stretched her and filled her as he warmed her ass with stinging spanks.

  Her pussy rippled and her nipples tingled, another orgasm building between her thighs. He wasn’t even touching her there, yet it was all connected.

  “That’s right,” he whispered in her ear. “Give it to me.” His fingers pushed in deep and his other hand delivered a flurry of fast hard slaps. Then he reached around and carefully swatted her mound. The unexpected impact shattered what remained of her control.

  Her fingers clawed at the seat and her forehead pressed against the tall back as release pulsed through her entire body.

  * * *

  Lorelle’s orgasm shook Mal Ton. The pleasure was so intense, his knees nearly buckled. She responded so sweetly and offered herself without reservation. He was humbled by her trust and determined to satisfy her completely.

  He pulled his finger out of her tight rear passage and smiled at her moan. It thrilled him that she was willing to experiment, to explore the full range of carnal pleasures. He bent his knees and found her pussy with his cock.

  She was hot and wet, beckoning him inward, and still he hesitated. As soon as he started moving inside her he wouldn’t last long. Despite years of discipline she always managed to shatter his control. Unable to resist her heat, he pushed the head of his cock inside.

  Wiggling restlessly, she pushed back against him.

  “What’s the matter?” he whispered into her ear.

  “I want all of you.”

  “All of me?” he challenged. “What about my temper?”

  “Yes.”

  He pushed in a little more, rewarding her with his fullness. “And my selfishness?”

  “You’re not selfish, you’re focused.”

  He laughed and drove deeper. “Is that so?”

  “More,” she pleaded.

  Refusing to be rushed, he held her waist and completed the penetration in one smooth drive. The heat of her silky ass cheeks sank into his skin as her inner walls caressed him. “How’s that?”

  “Better.” She sighed and relaxed against the seat.

  “Don’t get too comfortable.” He pulled back then thrust his full length into her snug passage.

  Her cunt fluttered and his control snapped. With long, steady strokes he filled her body and caressed her mind. They moved as one, lost in the moment and the pleasure awaiting them. Harder and faster they climbed. Their cries echoed and their bodies strained. The summit rushed up to meet them and they dove headlong into release.

  The End

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