Feral Series IV: Feral Fallout

by Skhye Moncrief

  Theo plopped down into the pilot's seat after disconnecting some key wires in the nearby wall. Any second the computer would detect blaring bells and whistles.

  "Navigational systems have failed. Engines have failed. The Savior has nine Earth minutes before being pulled through Treusch's orbit,” the computer warned.

  Bingo. Plan A unraveling as planned. “Orbit deterioration acknowledged,” I noted. Just in case the ship was under surveillance, I had to play the part.

  "Remember the pheromones, Theo. It's the pheromones !Dakos use against females."

  "Incoming communication from the planet's surface,” the computer announced.

  Two clicks noted the communication channel had opened. “Unidentified spacecraft, identify yourself,” the male's demanding command insisted.

  Cap'n Bluebeard shot me a half-cocked smile.

  Alright, game on. Time to feign ignorance. “Computer, allow me to respond to the hail."

  "Communication channel open."

  "Treusch authorities, this is Captain Kemble of The Savior, a personal transport. I'm experiencing both navigational and engine system failure. Both will resort in my vessel being pulled into your planet's orbit and a forced landing. Can you assist?” Would the !Dakos warrior fall for the ploy? I shot M'yote a wary glance.

  "Captain Kemble, remove your ship from Treusch air space or your ship and passengers will be confiscated."

  Yes! Confiscation seemed survivable. Surviving impact seemed so improbable. At least for me, the un-augmented mortal. Perfect scenario.

  I winked at Bluebeard and focused on the discussion with my invisible foe. “Sir, my ship's electrical system is shot. I must plead for assistance. You have less than eight minutes to act before my ship plummets toward your planet's surface. I beg you to take pity upon me and my passenger. When we crash, we'll hit hard. Idle threats won't save our asses.” That should piss them off.

  "Two large fighter craft approaching my starboard side, Captain Kemble,” the computer warned.

  M'yote's positive gloved-hand gesture only made me wonder what in the world to expect as I met Satan's army.

  "Captain Kemble, prepare to be boarded."

  A second passed.

  "Welcome to Treusch,” a deep-timbered voice said behind us.

  Hell's welcome wagon just beamed aboard. It's a pity they weren't anything like the good guys in all those sci-fi movies. The caring kind. The guys with biological brains and hearts. I turned, slowly, rising.

  Bluebeard hadn't lied. The most glorious male I'd ever seen stood before two others. Neither of them had similar facial features. The one up front had an Asian shape to his eyes. Almond luminous eyes. Whereas, one of his companions looked like an albino. The third cyborg just reminded me of a Jarhead on steroids. Not one carried a weapon I could see. But M'yote had been correct. All the bulking muscle, the broad shoulders, the bare torso painted with incredible tattoos, the silver pants, the plain black boots, the normal-colored hair long enough to be pulled back into a queue, everything about these men resonated sex appeal. Even with the !Dakos warrior who cropped his black hair short.

  No, I couldn't smell a thing. But what did a jolt junkie know about pheromones?

  "Captain Kemble, you will approach me and prepare to be transported to Treusch's surface,” the Asian cyborg said, light glinting in his glowing amethyst eyes.

  Was that a little humor or flirtation in the twinkling flash? “What about my passenger?"

  "We don't care what happens to M'yote."

  Shit. They know who he is. The clock is ticking. And they're extending the damned plank. “You can't leave my passenger here. And how in the hell do you know his name?"

  The three cyborgs didn't move, didn't blink. Their chests didn't even rise or fall.

  At least a minute passed.

  We're going to die standing here while the boys waste precious moments in shutdown or chitchat mode.

  "Captain Kemble, The Savior has entered Treusch's outer atmosphere,” the computer warned. “Five minutes until the ship plummets toward the planet's surface."

  "Crap. I don't have time for computations. Or whatever you boys are up to. We're going to fucking die.” If these morons don't get their shit together. I spun to the console and fell into my seat. “Come on. There's no time for this,” I growled, jerking and poking things to look officially agitated about dying.

  Something strange happened.

  I sat reaching for a red light. Blinking. But the warning light flashed into blackness. The entire world went obsidian. And then I collapsed onto hard rock. A floor. Cobbled with flagstone. That bit my ass.

  Jarhead's black boots rooted into the pavement beside my knee. He reached down, grabbed me under my arm, and heaved me to my feet. “I am Flonn. You are my mate."

  All I could do was stare into his fluorescent emerald eyes. Eyes that drew me in so deep, so, so very deeply that I almost smiled and inhaled his clean-musky-mixed-with-soap scent. Odor of a real man. Maybe a little Irish Spring?

  Sex appeal.

  But I'd been warned, and some dark ominous death-march music began playing in my head. Shouldn't a guy in a black cape show? Oh, wait, that's M'yote! And I'm this one's mate? “Well, you guys don't waste any time. Do you, Big Boy?"

  The most gorgeous smile split his cheeks, giving him adorable dimples.

  Adorable? He's part of Satan's army. I think. I tried to yank my arm out of his tight grasp. “Look, Romeo, where's my passenger?"

  "My name is Flonn. Your cargo stands right behind you."

  Trapped in the enormous bastard's grip, I turned.

  M'yote stood silently, cuffed at the wrists with the other two !Dakos warriors flanking his shoulders. Both at least a good five inches taller than my pirate captain.

  "What are you doing to him?” I snarled. “He's done nothing wrong."

  The cyborgs chuckled full-bodied laughs like Vikings in movies, setting off waves of ripples across their muscled bodies.

  We truly were just travelers for all they knew. I snapped my gaze back to Flonn. “We haven't done anything wrong. You can't detain us like this."

  The big cyborg's eyes pinched ever-so-slightly as if he sympathized with me. But then the sensation vanished. “You are mine. He is a !Dakos prisoner."

  "Why?” I yanked my arm futilely again.

  "Because things are dull around here these days,” the !Dakos warrior with almond-shaped eyes blurted. He and his partner each grabbed one of M'yote's shoulders under the arm and shook him. “This one can keep us entertained while you and Flonn get to know each other."

  Uh, universe, I'm mated to Wrank.

  The two cyborgs dragged a nonresistant M'yote through a doorway until I lost sight of the heels of his boots.

  So much for any sort of rescue from my partner who knew all about this part of the universe.

  "Now we have business between us,” Romeo rumbled.

  His mouth engulfed mine before I could scramble a thought.

  Hot. Hungry. Tasting of something beefy. Char-grilled ribeye? Heavy on the pepper by the zing. Geesh. He had to breathe for me as my knees buckled. I caught myself with an arm hooked around his corded neck, sinking into a cloud of muscles. And that silken black hair. God his short wavy locks. The hair of a Grecian athlete. Just long enough for me to grab as I thrust my tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth.

  Whoa! Wait. What was happening?

  His monster hands slid down my back to grab two handfuls of my ass. And then he squeezed and pulled my body into his hard steely crotch.

  Yes. Yes. Yes. I climbed up him and wrapped both legs around his trim waist, using both hands to anchor myself at his head.

  Damn. Even his ass was rock-hard. The bulge of his butt kept me from sliding down his body like a fireman's pole with speed bumps.

  Bump was a really really bad word at the moment with the one he sported on his front side. That's the one that needed to impale my weight. Suspend me at this point forever in the universe. But
I forgot about it almost instantly as he marched his wonderful mouth down to the bend in my neck. Yes, the one I magnified by arching my neck away from the suction of his amazing lips.

  He pressed my back against a solid wall and riddled the most seductive siren's call from me.

  Deep. Breathy. Almost a moaning whale song. Something one would find after stepping off the plank and making a huge splash. The kind of whale song that lured a girl deeper into the murky depths of peace and tranquility. “Gods, take my clothes off, Flonn."

  Muscles flexed everywhere. Popping and rolling as he pulled off my boots with one hand and kept sucking up a wild pulse at my jugular. Holding me still with that teasing lump at my crotch.

  !Dakos are bad. Right. Killers. Yes. Why wasn't he ripping out my jugular with his teeth?

  My leather shirt fell to the floor, leaving my skin to shiver from the cool kiss of air against my warm vulnerable skin. Why in the hell wasn't he sucking on my nipple?

  His rough palm moved.

  Bless, Flonn. He used those large palms to rub glorious friction from my nipples. Then he withdrew far enough to gaze down as his hands slid down to the patch of pale hair marking my sex and shot me a wicked grin. There, in the hairs, down in those little coils he so obviously loved to touch, his fingertips lingered.

  Tickling. Making my sex weep for him. Gods, I couldn't stop squirming. “Flonn!"

  "You are my woman,” he said.

  Yes. Yes. “Yes. Just finish what you started!” Before I lose my freaking mind.

  He squirreled away the waist of his pants producing something seriously large and firm that tried to wedge up between the non-existent space between our bodies below our navels.

  Well, maybe it could pry through there. But come on. That's not where I really wanted the damned thing. “Flonn!” I growled.

  He leaned over, buried my scowl beneath his hot damp mouth, and grabbed my ass to support my weight as he lifted my body just enough to wedge a firmness into my sex's mouth.

  Yes. Yes. I tried to wriggle in his grasp. To worm that handy tool inside me. Not an easy task. But I managed to squirm until the most amazing thickness penetrated the opening of my aching channel.

  Flonn withdrew his mouth again to gaze down at the source of delicious pressure.

  That sensation I focused on rotating my hips to engulf. I chanced my own glance but could see nothing given his body supported my weight.

  He met my gaze and sighed.

  Intent. Determined. Resolute?

  Everything in my lower belly ached for him to plow home.

  Maybe this angle wasn't working for him. “Flonn, I want it now.” I tried to grind my hips but found there wasn't much to grind them against because he was balls’ deep and I couldn't move. I groaned in disgust. “Please!"

  "Tell me what you want, Theone. Tell me how much you want me. A warrior's place is in pleasing his woman."

  Nice motto. I leaned my gaze forward to ensure he didn't misinterpret my glare. “I want your cock so deep inside me that we'll need help removing it. Now, Romeo!"

  He smiled slightly, tilted his hips back withdrawing to the bitter soft head, and thrust the widest cock I'd ever had inside me to the hilt. “Forget this other lover named Romeo. I am all you need now."

  Holy shit! No fucking lie. All I could do was lean back and enjoy the fireworks. Because that's all I could see in the thick of the storm building inside me. I clawed my fingers into the meat of his shoulders and loosened the grip my legs held around his waist. Just so he could fuck me harder and faster and continue building that mind-numbing pressure inside me.

  The wet sounds of his pumping and the slap of his skin against mine faded with my rising howls. But who cared when something as magnificent as this male just claimed you by right and by ramming his big-ass cock into your brain?

  And I was coming.

  My body quivered around him.

  Oh. Gods. I could barely hold still with the trembling shaking my soul.

  It must have been the same for him. He ground his forehead into the wall behind my collarbone, groaning, thrusting, and suddenly halted.

  His hardness jerked inside me.

  Heat bathed my womb.

  And he and I moaned together in some delicious sound of triumph.

  More pumping. So much more. I clenched my inner muscles and rocked my hips.

  He groaned into my ear and managed to get back with the program, plowing home, milking his molten seed inside me. And I claimed every drop as my own as our abated desire died with his weakening thrusts.

  The man's shoulders were huge. So enormous I could barely cling to the sweaty steel of his body when he leaned against me sucking in deep breaths.

  "That was incredible,” I managed to blurt and stared at the stone walls surrounding me in the plain empty room.

  Uh-oh. I just had sex with a !Dakos cyborg. Satan's warrior. A murdering bastard. Shit. M'yote was right. These bastards were seductive. And I was as weak as any other female they encountered. But the pits of Hell never burned so fiery hot. And the look Flonn just gave me, the most loving possessive look I thought I'd ever see aside from my Wrank's loving expressions, could never come from the type of evil being M'yote described. Something seriously prejudiced was going on between these two cultures.

  Flonn suddenly grew blank.

  Like his thoughts flashed somewhere. Probably because he could have a my-network-neighborhood discussion with any other !Dakos brains connected to his. Fine. I could marvel at the scrolling waves of tattoos that wrapped down from his collar bones to fan out like billowing smoke across the iron of his chest while I waited.

  For what? A thank you, ma'am? And he really wasn't so scary. The only thing dangerous about him was his pied-piper ability to steal away with the universe's women aside from his hulking muscular mass he could easily use to break someone's neck. And said mass was calling to my palm. I slid both of mine down his succulent flesh—real skin capable of responding to my touch as he leaned into the heel of my hand. Did he taste like a loaded baked potato that complemented his ribeye kiss?

  But I kept myself together, stroking his chest while his hard shaft and firm grip on my hips held me in place.

  Thank goodness I maintained some sort of semblance of self-control, just fantasizing about the hill of a pectoral that I could wrap my hand around wasn't enough. Hell, I tested the thought.

  He felt as beautiful as he looked. Powerful. And there was a little something all-consuming about the time we almost spent holding each other while he had his little private blank-faced discussion.

  He blinked, locking his emerald green gaze back on mine. “We need to dress.” His grip at my hips carefully lowered me to the ground, while his presence inside me sadly slipped away.

  I couldn't move my legs though.

  The biggest grin of awareness split his farm-boy mask.

  That's what he reminded me of—a country boy. One who realized he'd fucked me to the point I couldn't move my legs. I guess I'd have to just blurt the news. “I can't get my legs to work. Did you break me?"

  He swung me into his arms and descended into a crouch, plucking my shirt from the stone floor, handing the rumpled black leather over. “Dress, Theone."

  "How do you know my name?"

  "We've scanned The Savior's database. I know everything there is to know about you."

  My intuition kicked in as a sinking feeling in my gut warning something devastating had just been noted.

  Long before I thought a curse. “Everything?” I tried to act naive.

  "It didn't tell us you'd make the perfect mate. Soft,” he petted my inner thigh with the stroke of a thumb. “Accommodating,” he purred like an enormous satisfied lion and gazed deeply into my eyes with an all-knowing gleam. “So pleasant."

  Oh no. Besides Earth girls being easy, they seemed pretty nice to my big !Dakos warrior. How many more females did these cyborgs need? Hopefully Goro remove all scraps of information about Earth's location from The S
avior's database. Just in case. Because an army of these guys descending upon Earth meant Earth girls are screwed. Literally.

  Flonn just stared into his mate's pale blue eyes where he could see thoughts, almost worry, danced in her mind. Worry? Not fear of becoming my mate. The pheromones would snuff that trepidation. Something else bothered her. Maybe she wanted more sex. I'd have to lead her straight to my personal quarters after the Council pitted the Prall brothers against each other in the arena. And maybe she realized I couldn't control myself and took her in the passageway. At least, there were no warriors present to witness my weakness, now with the spectacle in the arena.

  Theone shot me a genuine smile.

  Beautiful. My huv'ria, my soul, was so attractive. So mine. Rarely did a young !Dakos warrior earn the luxury of a mate before his three-hundredth year. But Father seemed to have other plans for me than the drudgery of construction and farming beyond the Rift. Just what could Father have planned?

  "Flonn,” Father summoned through the central node's communication network inside my brain.

  Something must be wrong for Rom to contact me when the Prall brothers were entertaining the entire compound. “Yes, Father."

  "Bring the female, quickly."

  Into the arena? If they thought I was going to risk the safety of my huv'ria, they were mistaken. I'd never endanger my soul.

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  Cybernetics... “offers a vocabulary for talking, and hence thinking, about the dynamics of relations and behavior.” ~Larry Richards

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  Chapter Four

  Flonn handed me my leather pants and helped me plant my feet on the corridor's cool flagstone, holding my elbow so I could get my bearings and step into my pants’ legs.