Assassin's Mate: A Xeno Sapiens Novel (Genetically Altered Humans Book 9)

by Rena Marks

  She came across as a lovely, intelligent martyr. Not as a criminal who’d slaughtered her parents in cold blood. Not like her first hearing seven year earlier, where Crested Ute officials testified against her and made sure she was convicted. No, this time was much different.

  “This trial has to be a bit cathartic for her,” she shared with Zee. “It has to be repairing a lot of the horror she went through the first time. She was alone, scared, and barely eighteen. I was in a coma and had no idea until they showed me the video feeds later when I woke. By then, they’d told me she died.”

  “What do you suppose they were after by telling each of you the other died?”

  “Maybe an attempt at unlinking us as twins? Getting us to be more independent, since they were interested in studying and training me?”

  She was quiet as she thought about it.

  “Oh, my god,” she said. “Zee. Half the training was to show me how horribly I was treated. How Everly was the favored one because she wasn’t physically harmed. I think they were trying to turn me against her. I think, by training me as an assassin, they wanted me to take her out one day.”

  He held her to him, but she literally felt sick to her stomach.

  “That’s why the doctor who just had me said that one of us would live. Their experiment was to pit the man-made killer against the psychic-induced killer.”

  “There’s one thing they were missing,” Zee said, his lips against her hair. “In their world, having your father and his brother as the twins for reference, they didn’t have the love you and Everly have. The link. You could never be pitted against each other. Crested Ute failed. The Xeno Sapiens win, because we have you both.”

  “We’re killers, Zee. When it comes down to it, Everly and I are both killers.”

  “So are we. Xeno Sapiens. So is humanity. The world isn’t black and white, no matter how much modern man tries to make everyone similar and blended like one. There are natural differences and we need to embrace those.”

  “The people of your city won’t be worried about us living among them?”

  “No. And I find it kind of sexy that you can snap a man’s throat with your ulna. You look all sweet and smell like honey.” He inhaled against her hair. “But it’s deceiving. You’re dangerous and deadly and can probably protect me while I sleep.”

  She laughed against his chest. “You do sleep like a rock. Who has a three-week long sleepwalking dream, anyway?”

  He grinned. “Plus it’s sexy to watch you in action,” he said. “So sexy. Your eyes gleam with concentration. Your breasts heave when you breathe. There’s the barest iridescent shimmer glistening on your skin.” His finger traced her collarbone, dipping to the swell of her throat and trailing down between her breasts—until the neckline of her shirt stopped him. “Makes me want to taste,” he whispered.

  It made her aware of the movements of her breasts as she caught her breath. She forced herself to breathe and his finger trailed lower, against the fabric, trickling down to the swell of one, rounded globe.

  “Do you like to come by my hand?” he asked.

  “Hell, yes,” she breathed.

  “Would you like me to make you come again?”

  “I want more.”

  “I’ll give you more.” The husky growl in his voice made her shiver. “As much as you want, my angel.”

  “I want you, Zee. I ache.”

  “Where, baby?” His finger dipped below her breasts, on top of the material of her shirt. It traced down, over her belly button, down the trail of her pants, until he was tracing her slit through the thin material. “Here?”

  She shuddered. “Yes.”

  “One day—not today, because we’re taking this slow. But one day, will you let me fuck you?”

  The dirty talk made her wetter. She was doing this, then.

  “In a heartbeat.”

  “You’d let me suck your delicious, fat nipples? Until they’re red, ripe cherries in my mouth?”

  She leaned in to whisper naughtily. “I’d let you suck my clit, too, Zee.”

  The room looked a bit brighter with the glow of his eyes. The live feeds were less distracting, the volume lowering as they spoke and the feeds dimming when the light increased in the room.

  “And then I’d love to suck you off.”

  His finger circled her nipple, the hard nub protruding through the thin fabric of her shirt.

  “Not possible, babe. I wouldn’t last past the moistness of your lips.”

  She raised her head to argue, but his mouth swooped down to hers.

  She could barely think as his tongue stroked hers. His entire hand cupped her breast, the warmth surrounding the nipple.

  “We have a couple of days to figure it out,” she gasped. “Because once we get back—”

  The shock of his hand on her bare skin stole her train of thought, never allowing her to finish. He’d slid his hand up her shirt, past the self-molding built-in bra, and cupped her directly.

  Her need to feel his heated skin against her felt frantic. She scrambled to lift his shirt, to get it off all that luscious, colored skin. He had so many colors swirled into him and she remembered how they all darkened when he’d been in his primordial state. Then, now…he was still beautiful.

  “Please, get this off,” she said, pulling away from his mouth, but then still pressing kisses to his lips.

  He pulled back briefly to rip the shirt over his head, flinging it across the room. Muscles rippled across his chest and abs. Her hands were all over that, caressing and stroking. Then he pulled up her shirt and she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. When she was as bare as him, she pressed her breasts to his chest. It felt so wonderful to have her nipples poking into him. She kept kissing him everywhere, his neck, his throat, his jaw.

  “We need to get everything off,” he growled. “I want you bare-skinned against me. I need it.”

  “Mmm, yes,” she shivered.

  Their hands moved down at the same time, his to her waistband and hers to his. And then they were both lifting their hips, pushing each other’s pants down over their hips and legs. Shoes were kicked off, feet were bared, and then Angela spread her legs to crawl onto his lap. She pressed herself against him and his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her so tight.

  “I need you. I need you so bad.” His voice sounded tortured.

  At this moment, she needed him, too. She’d never felt anything like this tremendous need for all things Zealish. She wanted his touch, his kisses, his scent, everything about him. She didn’t even care that he’d once wanted Everly. Not now that he wanted her.

  His cock was hard and massive, curved up between their bellies. Precum dripped from the unusually large head, making a trail of wet glimmer down the side. She smeared it in, twisting her hand around the thick shaft as he groaned. His cock was darker than the rest of him, with a suede-like texture. Like the rest of him, muscles seemed to rove underneath the skin, making the rolling movement seem like continuous motion.

  “Sit up on the back of the sofa,” he murmured. “Back up against the wall.”

  She did as he requested, feeling the cool wall against the skin of her naked back, chilling her fevered flesh. Her legs were pressed demurely together.

  Looking up into her eyes, Zee placed his hands on her knees. His gaze never broke hers as he pushed her legs open slowly.

  She could feel the cool air as it kissed her heated pussy. And only then, when her legs were spread as far open as they would go, his palms placed on her inner thighs, did he tear away his molten gaze to look down.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he gritted. “And you want me. So bad.”

  That was definitely true. She’d never felt so wanton, splayed out for his perusal. It made her feel sexy to see the lust in his eyes.

  “How do you know I want you?” she teased.

  He inhaled deeply, reminding her of the old Zee. The primordial being who cared nothing about etiquette but functioned on
a baser, instinctual level. “I smell your desire.”

  Fuck, that was hot. She became focused on the moisture at her labia.

  “I’m going to lick up all that honey,” he promised. “I’m going to taste you when you come on my tongue. I’m going to make you shatter the walls with your screams as I give you orgasm after orgasm.”

  She didn’t even have time to think before his mouth sealed to her most intimate parts. His tongue dragged ruthlessly across her tender flesh, and she cried out, her voice echoing off the four walls. With a growl, he was everywhere, seeming to enjoy every second as he spread her open with his tongue, lapping at her juices, licking her clit and then delving deep into her center and back again. His broad shoulders kept her legs spread apart and she became aware of the sounds of him gorging on her pussy. Sloppy, wet, and lewd.

  He raised his head. Even though he hadn’t morphed into his primordial look, she hardly recognized him. Purely carnal, he growled as he dived back in, and she started shuddering beneath the onslaught of his mouth. She tossed her head back along the wall as she came, exploding onto his tongue as he promised. He feasted on her orgasm, until she was so weak she pushed at his head. He waited for her to come down from the sudden high, his hands stroking her legs until she stopped shivering.

  His eyes were still intense as he stared at her, the bottom half of his face glazed. He half-lifted her, half-carried her as he spread her along the length of the sofa. He began kissing his way down her body, back to her crotch, where he started licking all around the sensitive bits, as if soothing her fevered flesh.

  “Spread your legs wider, baby.” He pushed one of her legs up at an angle, onto the back of the sofa. It was almost obscene, holding her splayed open so he could eat her out again while she was still a mess from her first orgasm.

  “I came all over your face,” she muttered weakly. But, oh, god, that sounded so hot. Her stomach pitched and he lifted his face so she could see just how wet she made him. His cock was in his hand and he was furiously frapping it, jacking off to her taste.

  Her desire ratcheted up.

  This time, Zealish’s body seemed a bit larger, his hands definitely bigger and his erection was enormous. He wasn’t in the primordial phase, but he obviously could control small changes.

  “Does it bother you?” he asked, and his voice is thick and guttural when he caught her staring.

  “Never. It’s still you, and it’s a turn on to see you all hot and wild like this.”

  His eyes promised dirty, dirty things. He holds up a finger so she can see just how much larger it is and then inched it up her thigh, bringing it closer and closer to her sex. There was a danger factor to see the sharp claws that tipped his large hands and it made her shiver. He paused as if waiting for her to protest, and when she didn’t, carefully inserted his finger into her core.

  The hot factor jumped up one hundred percent as she felt the pressure from the thick digit inside her, pressing up against her inner wall as he curled it. Each place where he pressed, he countered with a kiss on the outside of her body. She couldn’t help herself. She raised her hips to his face and then his tongue was rolling over her clit over and over and her eyes rolled back in her head as another orgasm began.

  Zee began growling and rutting his face against her pussy, his arm movement with the other hand letting her know he masturbated while on his knees. She started screaming as she came, trying to muffle the sounds against the heel of her hand, aware of her pussy gripping his finger like she never wanted to let him go. The climax whipped through her until she was boneless and nearly passed out.

  As he removed his finger carefully, she had to protest at the sudden feeling of emptiness. But he simply grinned a cocky grin, lifted her from the couch, and carried her into the bedroom.

  “I’ll let you rest,” he growled. “But we have two days of orgasms coming, mate. Two days of learning each other’s bodies.” His eyes burn brightly with some of that primitive fire in his eyes, making Angela wonder if these days of satiating their desire would end.

  Chapter Twelve

  I t was two days of bliss. Two days of eating, sleeping, bathing, and exploring each other with their tongues. No one made a move for more, as if afraid the other might protest that having full penetrative sex was past the point of no return? As if afraid the other might try to make the relationship whole.

  But was it such a bad thing? They still had to resolve their mateship. And it seemed as though they both wanted to keep it intact, so what was the problem exactly?

  All Angela knew was: If this was what being mated to Zee was like, she could live like this. She didn’t mind his primordial phase, thought he seemed a bit wary, as if afraid he might scare her off.

  But eventually time ran out. As they knew it would.

  She was clearing the dishes from the loft area when he came from the bedroom. He snuck up behind her and deposited a kiss onto the top of her head.

  “Your scar’s back,” he murmured.

  “Is it? That took a while.” Her fingers flew up to trace it, but he caught them and brought them to his lips to kiss instead.

  “Mmm,” he said. “You look like you, again.”

  She grinned, wrapping her arms around his middle and pressing her cheek to his chest.

  “Tomorrow’s the day, angel. The others will bring a rental car for you. It’ll take you to Xenia. They’ll clean up this place, remove all traces of us, and take me back to the outer camps. Once it’s dark, someone will give me a leg up over the wall.”

  “And then you’ll join me?”

  “Is that what you want? I want you to be sure. It’s not just sex, Angela. That’s why I’ve been holding off. I don’t want you to think our mating will be only sex. It’s going to be everything. A partnership. Friendship.”

  But he didn’t mention love, Angela realized. Was he capable of love? She knew he was different from Thane, who repeatedly told Everly he loved her. But Zealish avoided it.

  Maybe he didn’t feel it. Maybe it was too soon? But yet, what were these feelings she cultivated for him? And as soon as she faced her feelings, she knew.

  Whether he was capable of love or not, she wanted him. She loved him. She’d be with him, no matter what.

  “So you’re saying if we make love—the normal way—it seals the deal?”

  “The normal way?” His beautiful lips held a smirk.

  Oh, he asked for it. She looked him square in the eye. “Your cock deep inside my center. Shuddering as it’s milked by my orgasm, releasing your cum to flood my womb.”

  His eyes lit. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re making this so complicated.”

  She tilted her head. “Because I’m seducing you?”

  Zee cupped her chin, tilted her face up, and his mouth dropped to hers, sealing her to him—owning her. His tongue slicked into her mouth and she groaned at his taste, a whimper of need shooting through her pussy.

  His hungry mouth claimed hers with fierce strokes of his tongue, and hot waves of pleasure rushed through her. The possessive press of his mouth on hers and his larger body looming over her sparked her craving to new heights. All she wanted was the image of him over her, driving into her rhythmically—relentlessly.

  Her lust encouraged his. With a groan, he hauled her up tighter, his hands on her ass as he lifted her bottom half. She wrapped her legs around his hips as her arms looped around his neck, never breaking the kiss.

  “Be sure, Angela. Is this what you want?”

  Could she…did she dare…stay with him?

  “I can’t lose you,” he breathed against her lips. “Not after owning you. It just takes once and I won’t let you go, Angela.”

  She was saved from response when her back bumped against the wall. A moan tore from her throat at the feeling of Zee’s heavy cock pressing against her core. It was enormous and tantalized her beyond all reason. His tongue thrusted deep again, the stroke of it making her hips arch with need.

  But he wasn’t going to le
t it go. “You’re mine,” he rumbled as he fumbled with the snap of her pants, shoving them down her hips.

  The feel of his hands on her bare ass was possessive, gripping her with enough force to make her skin tingle from his rough touch.

  And then he was tearing at his belt, pushing his pants down enough to let his monster of a cock erupt.

  She moaned against his lips, and his hand gripped her underneath her thighs, lifting her to the perfect spot to line her pussy to his cock. “Tell me you don’t want this right now, mate, and I’ll stop. Otherwise, Angela, you’re mine.”

  She wanted to be his. “Keep going,” she whispered.

  A moment later, both of his hands gripped her thighs to spread her wide. She arched her back, pushing back against the wall, and his hard, enormous length slicked through the folds of her pussy, burying himself into her depths.

  She gasped. The feel of him inside her—their connection point—the spot that made them one—was almost too incredible to be true. He stared into her eyes as he slowly pulled back, paused a moment, and then drove his length along her folds once more, the thick, fat head of his cock rubbing against her clit. He rotated his hips, pressing the head to her clit enough to make her tremble with need.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

  Her breasts heaved as her breathing deepened.

  “I’m staking my claim on you. My mate,” he said, moving one hand to trace her scar as if he wanted her to know that it was her he saw, not Everly. Next he caressed her jaw, and he dragged his thumb over her lips. “If you don’t want that, tell me now. Tell me to stop before it’s too late.”

  Too late? Fighting the attraction for him was a lost cause. At this point, she didn’t care that he was taken with Everly first. She didn’t care about anything but being his first now.

  “I can’t stop,” she admitted. “I need you like I need to breathe.”