Ecstasy Bound (10 page)

Auxiliary Underground Shelter

Frustration rolled through Briggs. He was tired of waiting. He could be putting his time to better use than standing here in the middle of the conference room, waiting for someone to tell him what to do, as if he were some lackey. He was accustomed to being the one giving orders, not being in the position of an observer with no say in what was going on.

He glanced up at the cameras mounted in the corners. He was not thrilled about this ceremony being recorded.

For a brief moment, a vision of some sex tape of him spreading across Earth’s internet filled his mind. He could see the caption now.
Aliens fuck with U.S. Military.

Literally. He’d bet that would get a hell of a lot of downloads.

On the flip side, he pictured the video being used to teach future medical personnel about the new rite, if it ever had to be repeated to get more chemically altered sperm for the needed shots. Not the way he wanted to go down in history.

He’d rather be memorialized for his military service than the workings of his dick.

Brianna was the main woman he’d be fucking, along with possibly one or two others. He couldn’t refuse to participate. But he didn’t intend to just roll over and let them, well, butt-fuck him to their hearts’ content.

He and Brianna had been through a lot together. He felt a connection with her and he didn’t want to use her simply as a cum receptacle. Even for an experiment. Brianna deserved more than this kind of cold joining. Cold, unemotional, since he wouldn’t be letting his innermost feelings run free while others watched. Physically, he suspected they might burn down the walls.

He was feeling as if his time was growing short. He needed to report again. To warn his superiors about the planned spinal fluid extractions, since he didn’t know how much they’d been told. Probably not everything because he couldn’t imagine them sending him all the way out here without being fully informed.

As he headed toward the door, determined to take some action while he had the chance, Laszlo entered, stopping him in his tracks.
Damn.

He wiped all emotion from his face, determined to keep his feelings to himself. He had to remember that this was a military operation and these people, though not the enemy, were not necessarily his friends. An image of Brianna came into his mind but he pushed thoughts of her aside before he said or did something contrary to his military training.

He immediately picked up a bad vibe as he studied Laszlo. The look on the man’s face was definitely not good. He almost hesitated to ask—more trouble was not what they needed. “Problem?”

Laszlo dragged a hand down his face. “Only minor, but aggravating. We’re going to have to delay the ceremony a bit. Something is not coming out right in the tests.”

Even though the man had said minor, the tone in his voice made it sound like anything but. If they couldn’t perform the ceremony and get the formula they needed for the injections perfected, Earth would certainly fall into the hands of the Egesa, for the military couldn’t protect the planet with no immunity from the alien poisons and diseases he’d been told about. “Just aggravating, not serious?”

“No. I really don’t think it’s going to be a major problem. The levels in the drugs we need to give you are just a little off from what I’d like them to be for the best effect. I’ll get Leila’s help and we’ll straighten it out. In the meanwhile, use the extra time to rest.

You’ll need all your strength and endurance for later.”

He decided not to ask anything further about the formula but to wait and see if they could get things fixed. Concentrating on the negative did no good. Besides, there wasn’t anything he could do to help correct the problem. On the up side, with everyone busy, maybe he could finally find a quiet corner to transmit from. “Actually, getting some rest sounds good to me.”

“Use my private quarters. You won’t be bothered there and it has a real bed.”

Briggs eyed him in surprise. He was offering his own quarters? That sounded almost too good to be true. He’d have complete privacy and could take his time reporting to Earth. A real bed would be a nice treat as well. He hadn’t slept much lately.

“Are you sure?”

A smile crossed Laszlo’s face. “I won’t be using it. I think you’ll find the room very appealing.”

* * * * *

Planet Earth, State of Colorado, U.S.A.

Underground Tracking Facility

Jaeda sat on her bunk with her back pressed against the wall and her legs crossed.

Kirk sat in a chair across from her with a mug of coffee in his hand. The aroma made her nauseous and her head hurt. This had not been a good day.

“Sure you don’t want a sip?” he offered.

“I’m sure. Do you have anything that’ll give me a buzz? I’ll take some of that, if you do.”

“Alcohol?”

She nodded. She wasn’t much of a drinker but right about now a shot would go a long way to numbing her out. Besides, she was off duty and entitled after the day she’d had.

“Not on me.” His eyes filled with concern.

“Too bad.” Kirk had been a good friend to her and he always listened. He didn’t go about constantly trying to prove how great he was, nor did he make excuses if he screwed up. She respected that. They made a good team.

Silence hung in the air between them. A comfortable silence, as was only experienced between friends.

“So, what did the General say?” he finally asked, after taking a sip from his mug.

“How’d he take the news?”

She’d rather not think about that. Her head still pounded from their encounter.

“Let’s just say he was less than thrilled.”

“I’m sure. But is he going to act?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Since we don’t have any real proof of what that blip was, he wasn’t immediately impressed. He’s going to get back to us on it after he and his staff study the reports.”

“What about the message from Briggs?”

“You know that came in garbled.”

“But we extracted some of it.”

“Not enough in his estimation to properly interpret the transmission.” Enough in her estimation, combined with their computer readouts, to know that something bad was headed their way, just as predicted. They needed to prepare now. Not wait for absolute confirmation. It could be too late then.

They had no way of contacting Briggs and requesting a retransmit of his message to confirm one way or the other the status of the project. Taking the warning signs too lightly could prove deadly in the end. She understood caution but it seemed as if they were being too cautious.

Maybe the General was acting behind the scenes without her knowledge. She wouldn’t put that past the military and had actually begun to suspect such even before now. These people weren’t stupid, after all. Nor were they the bad guys, so she supposed she needed to show a bit more trust, hard as that might be for her.

“So what do we do?”

“Keep monitoring. I’ll pull in a couple of favors. We might be able to get some additional information from my sources.” Since working here, she’d felt so cut off from everything she’d known before. She barely had time to keep connected with the important people in her life. Now she needed their help.

“Do I want to know from whom?” He eyed her curiously.

“No.” Though Kirk had been a good friend, she’d still kept a few things about herself from him.

Complete trust of anyone did not come easily to her. Self-preservation did.

He chuckled and stood from the chair. “All right, boss.” He checked his watch. “Get some rest. I’m on in fifteen. You’ve got six hours. Make use of the time.”

“Oh yes. I’m going to enjoy those hours.” Her body tingled, looking forward to a long sleep, for she knew exactly who was waiting for her in her dreams—a sexy man, with a very lickable cock.

* * * * *

Planet Xylon

Auxiliary Underground Shelter

Brianna turned off the computer. She hadn’t found any sign of Daegal via the deep space tracker. So, basically, they knew nothing more than they had known before she’d started the search. Not that it had surprised her. If Daegal was well on his way and past the mid-galaxy marker, they likely wouldn’t be able to pick him up with the outdated equipment down here.

She’d alerted Braden in the control room about her findings or lack thereof. He hadn’t been happy. Without proof one way or the other, they pretty much had to take Laszlo at his word. The consequences for Earth were too severe if they didn’t and he was right. Not knowing when Daegal would reach Earth, if indeed he was on his way, made the situation even more grave.

She stretched out on Laszlo’s bed. After sleeping on a mat all these nights—well, sleeping maybe, but not restfully—a soft, thick padding beneath her felt great. She’d checked in with Laszlo again briefly, after contacting Braden, and knew the Initiation had been delayed. Nothing seemed to be going their way lately. Her nerves and her emotions were shot.

Thinking to get some sleep, she let her eyes drift closed. But she didn’t feel sleepy.

She felt itchy…or something. With a sigh, she shifted positions, hoping it would help her feel more comfortable. She really did need to relax. Once the ceremony got under way, she’d need all her energy and then some.

With her eyes still closed, her hands slid down her uniform, lightly massaging her body. Her earlier sexual thoughts returned. She wondered what they meant, if anything. Normally, she had more control over her daydreams, if that’s what they were, but these odd visions seemed to pop up at the most inopportune and unusual moments.

If she didn’t know better, she might even have believed they were breeder visions. But that was impossible, for her object of lust wasn’t a Xylon male.

She opened the front of her uniform and slipped out of the garment. She knew she had plenty of time to herself and wouldn’t be disturbed. Maybe she could finally get that sexual relief she’d needed so badly earlier. With the Initiation delayed, she felt justified in taking care of herself so she could relax. Then she’d sleep and be fully refreshed later for the ceremony.

An image of Sam entered her mind and she smiled. She’d been burning to fuck that man for a while now but too much had been happening. The Initiation wouldn’t exactly be the best circumstances either. Not with all the people who would be watching. They wouldn’t be able to express their feelings except physically. Nothing wrong with that but she wanted some private time with him. To tell him how she felt.

She paused as she wondered…

How
did
she feel about Sam? She wasn’t certain. Confused mostly, she supposed, for she hadn’t known him that long but still felt as if they were connected or destined, which sounded crazy.

According to Laszlo, if they got out of here, she would have a very long life—

barring any accidents or further tragedies. Sam would not, so any thoughts of a long-term relationship would be difficult. Not to mention the fact that she’d either have to go to Earth or he’d have to follow her to some other planet if they wanted to be together.

Would one of them really turn their back on their people and their duty to be with the other?

Of course, thinking long term at all at this point seemed unreasonable. Reckless even. She didn’t know why it was even plaguing her. It was just that losing so much, so quickly, made her want to grab on to life with both hands and not hesitate or be overly logical or analytical in decisions where personal pleasure played a part.

Her fingers drifted between her legs. She felt moisture and pulled off her undergarment. The ventilation system kicked on and cool air wafted over her body. Her nipples hardened and she tweaked each one. “Ooo…yes,” she whispered. Her back arched as sexual sparks streaked through her.

As she massaged a breast with one hand, her other hand slid back between her legs.

Her fingers dipped inside her pussy and she lightly stroked herself, teasing and stimulating her clit. “Mmm.” Not as good as a hard cock or a man’s mouth but she’d take it.

It had been too long since she’d experienced a good sexual release. Her life lately had been governed by duty and tragedy. She needed something that would transport her to another level, where only ecstasy existed. She played with her clit, increasing her need right to the edge. But she didn’t allow herself to topple over. Not yet. She knew the longer she waited, the better it would be. Especially if she fantasized some large-cocked hunk fucking her.

She squirmed on the bed, so close to coming. “Sam…” she whispered, picturing him fucking her for all he was worth. She’d never been with an Earth man before and was more than intrigued. Ever since she’d sucked his cock, she hadn’t been able to get him or the memory of his taste out of her mind. She’d like nothing more than to have his cock pumping away inside her cunt right now.

A choked groan reached her ears and her head snapped to the side. She froze, her eyes widening.

Sam.
She hadn’t even heard him enter.

He was looking at her with hungry eyes. His nostrils flared from his heavy breathing. She wondered if he’d heard her practically moan his name. His gaze slid down her body to the hand between her legs. She couldn’t stop. Not now. She moved her hand faster, harder. He groaned. When his tongue eased out across his bottom lip, she came. Hard.

“Oh!” Her back arched and bolts of pleasure shot through her. Her vision faded and all she knew was physical sensation after physical sensation.

Somewhere in the distance she heard Sam’s voice.

“Fuck.”

Another wave of pleasure crashed through her, knowing he was watching her.

Wishing he would touch her. Fuck her. She shook and moaned. The sexual ecstasy was almost too much. As the pleasure slowly faded, she collapsed on the mattress, amazed by the experience.

She glanced back over at him, not feeling embarrassed but feeling complete and wanting more. With him. He hadn’t moved. She eased her hand from between her legs.

“I didn’t know you were there and I was too close.” No way was she not climaxing after she’d seen him standing there watching her.

“Don’t apologize.”

She smiled, her heart still pounding from her orgasms. “It wasn’t an apology.”

When he didn’t respond, her smile faded. She hadn’t expected him to just stand there, acting way too controlled, as if none of what happened had affected him sexually. She’d actually been surprised when he hadn’t tried to touch her while she was coming.

Perhaps she’d misread the look in his eyes for something other than desire. She reached for her uniform.

“Don’t, Brianna.” His voice came out a near growl when he said her name.

She stilled and watched him slowly approach the bed, like a wild beast stalking her.

His eyes darkened and sexual sparks filled the air. Every nerve ending in her body went on alert. She hadn’t been mistaken. That look said it all. He wanted to fuck her.

“Does Laszlo know you’re in here?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Yes. He sent me in here to rest. What are you doing here?”

“Laszlo sent me in here to rest too.”

Her heart picked up its rhythm, beating triple time. “We’ve been set up.” And she intended to take advantage of the situation.

She turned toward him and propped herself on her elbow, trying to look as sexually appealing as possible. She felt right on the edge of another orgasm simply from his presence and knowing Laszlo wanted them together like this. The next move was his.

“Do you mind?” he asked, a distinct rumble in his voice.

Did he really need to ask her that? The look on her face, her willingness to remain naked for him and her position should speak volumes. “Not at all. You?”

His hand brushed his bulging crotch. “What do you think?”