Feral Series IV: Feral Fallout (12 page)

"No.” The answer could mean many things. So, I didn't try to hide it.

His hands began wandering again.

Between my legs. Dear. Gods. And thrust inside my sex. I shuddered on his three fingers.

He pulled his head back a little and watched my face with brutal intent. “You like that?"

Couldn't he tell? “I like it better when you use the real thing."

His eyes flinched.

A sign of understanding. Good. No miscommunication there. I stretched up onto my tiptoes and nibbled his stubbled chin. A leader's strong chin. And Solvun kept proving he had what it took to save his people. Unfortunately, he was stuck in this hellhole.

Solvun groaned, twisted his skin out of my teeth, and sucked at my jugular like a hot vacuum.

The heat. Good.

The vacuum sent magma billowing through me to bottom out low in my sex.

Very good. I almost climbed up his enormous form to mount his bulging arousal. But patience had its moments. Sex was always best when the man could no longer contain himself. That's how I liked it. Hard and fast. Like a hero saving my ass while I had a death grip on his. And if the only thing I'd get out of this mess I floundered in was great sex, my king was going to have to perform.

"Well.” I leaned into his ear. “Just what do we have to do to escape this prison?” I whispered and wound both of arms around his head and locked his mouth into place so we looked deliriously lost in the moment for the !Dakos.

"M'yote really didn't have a plan?” he chuckled. “My brother, the pacifist. Leave it to him to save his integrity instead of the ability of a people to reproduce."

Geesh. What these guys needed was a plan. “His plan was for me to stay close while he thought of something."

"You're kidding?” he groaned, stepped backward, heaving me off the floor, and shoved my spine into the cold damp wall.

I hung so high at his arms’ length that I feared he'd changed his mind. Not good when I was ready and willing. I spread my legs invitingly.

"This is what I've been waiting for.” He grinned and went to work gnawing and sucking my breasts.

Oh. My. Him sending so many messages to my aching sex... I couldn't help but squirm. And it wasn't like our audience hadn't seen our earlier foray into Prall marriage on his four-poster monstrosity of a bed. No. They'd seen even more when I mauled his chest after dinner. Why should I care if they watched now?

Now, I get paid for my service. For everything I sacrificed to try to save Solvun's ass. And he
had better
make good on compensation.

Solvun groaned and backed away, lowering my feet carefully to the wet floor. “Turn around and put your hands against the wall,” he commanded.

Oh, yes. Hard and fast. I did as instructed and thrust my rump at him.

Groaning, his hands grabbed my hips and rocked me briskly into the position of his choice, right against his engorged hard-on. “Gods damn, you've got a pretty little ass."

"Just for you.” And that ain't a lie.

He moaned, threw his head back, dragged the tickling head of his cock to the notch of my sex, and heaved. In one swift thrust of invigorating pressure, he shoved my cheek against the cold wet stone and seated his full length to the hilt.

All the enthralling thickness of him. And the way he hoisted my sensitive flesh into the air with the motion founded in his insistent groin, it was all I could do not to gyrate my hips and take what I craved. But I wanted him to do all the work. That's what men were for. Hard labor, with an emphasis on
hard
. But, God, wouldn't he hurry? I clenched my inner muscles and watched him loll his head from side to side while the shower spray spilled over his forehead.

Poor baby. I was ready. He'd better be more than willing.

With eagerness, my mate withdrew and thrust more exhilarating friction into my core. All the way to my soul.

"I'm cursed by the Gods, Theone. You're so Gods-damned wet for me. I don't know how I'll ever be able to live without you.” He began pounding into me.

Masterfully. Tilting me with every heaving stroke of his rigid member and tipping hips. All I could do was clamp my teeth and hug the supportive wall as the man played that splendid little bundle of nerves inside me like a fiddle. Yes, like a maestro. I shoved my ass up higher to help him tweak the octave of the tension welling inside me to stellar. Into a cacophony of our groans.

Maybe Solvun had something there. His expertise pushed me over the edge where I floated freely in space, oblivious to anything but the howling rush of water and the steady rocking of his stimulating body, eyes squeezed tightly as if I'd miss something if I dared glance around the small shower stall.

He rammed and stilled, his cock bursting inside me. Throbbing.

And we screamed in sync.

As one.

Melding with the spasms of his pulsing rod.

Gods, I'd die if he didn't move.

He jerked out of me, then, wrenched his slick pulsing shaft back into my womb, paused, and shuddered.

Now. Move now. I jogged his memory with a wiggle of my ass.

He jolted back into action, sliding his arm to loop around my belly, and lunged in short jerks, wringing himself seedless.

And with the way he spooned my body in a trembling embrace, I think I preferred my Solvun
seedless
.

"You are bewitching, D'ena. Don't ever think you're getting away from me."

Who'd want to miss out on this kind of moment? I turned, chuckling, fancying a sob as his flaccid member slipped from my sex, and wound my arms around his pattering heart.

He pressed those attentive velveteen lips to my cheek.

Although, I would have rather had a kiss on the lips, I took the opportunity to let him in on my plan. I nibbled on his soft earlobe and turned to whisper. “I've begun working the prisoners. Soon, they'll be ready to riot. Just let them get jealous of you having a sex pet. And we can set off a commotion to cover our escape."

He didn't let it end. “You're more than my sex slave, Theone. You're my mate. Queen of Prall. Never forget.” He squeezed my ass and emotionlessly slapped the shower stream off.

The possessive glint he turned to me in his golden eyes was evidence enough to show he meant his declaration. Okay, so I truly had a mate. And that meant M'yote too. Did the Handler even care?

After drying then stretching my nude body against the coolest crispest woven sheets, I stretched like a cat.

Solvun saw me and climbed onto the bed to pull my body against his warm length. “This,” he brushed a palm down my lower back, “is the way a warrior should live. Comfortably wrapped around his goddess. Stroking her curves.” He gazed toward his hand, then pulled a length of my hair before our noses.

Damn, the damp clump was getting long.

"It's grown quite a bit today,” he said and studied my eyes.

No. Had it? Impossible. “Hair on my species doesn't grow fast enough to see a change in a few hours."

"But you accepted a !Dakos warrior's nanites."

My heart stopped cold.

Robots. “What?"

"You're frightened.” He drew me closer into the heat of his muscular form and pressed his lips to my cheek. “Long hair is beautiful on females, little tick."

First of all, I'm not a blood sucker. Yet. And even when I become a were-assassin, I'll crave my blood mate's blood. Not a King's. Mate or not. Secondly, I didn't sign on for rapid hair growth or any sort of augmentation. “You're joking, right?” I shoved back enough to stare into his golden eyes.

His forehead furrowed, and he touched his fingertips to my lower lip. Gently. “You are so beautiful, D'ena. Do not fear a few changes."

"Changes?” I bolted upright. “Wait a God-damned minute. Or Gods-damned. Whichever you prefer.” Depending on if my brain makes a slip or not. I'm still getting used to the fact there are more Gods to factor into a probability the longer I'm out in space. “What changes?"

"!Dakos nanites are not only geared for correcting damage in their humanoid environments. But they have a beauty facet. You'll adjust to Flonn's perception of beauty. Don't tell me you were unaware of this."

Flonn's idea of beauty? But I loved my pale skin and blue eyes. The color of my hair might be white as snow, but many people could only attain this shade of blonde after frying their hair. “No!” I shot off the bed and set to pacing a trench into the stone floor.

Solvun settled on his belly at the bed's edge, head propped on a bent arm, watching me. “D'ena, I love it when the fire flares in your soul. But this,” he waved at me, “worries me. Why does enhancing your beauty bother you? Most females would pay a fortune for the slight adjustments you unknowingly receive."

How could he draw that conclusion for me as if I had no say in the matter? And, excuse me, I was beautiful back home. I faced him, feet squared fully beneath my shoulders. “This is my body, and I didn't ask for any enhancements."

A smile jigged on his face. He managed to turn it downward into a serious frown. “None of us did. Most of us augmented our bodies simply to protect our endangered species. What's done is done, Theone. You will be beautiful to me regardless of whatever Flonn's ideas make of your body. Just don't let the !Dakos snuff the fire in your heart. I prefer my goddess hot and fierce. Especially in bed.” He shot me a wink.

Okay, maybe things weren't as bad as I thought. Maybe. Maybe. I'm just being a pessimist. Or fearing something totally off the wall. “Well, what type of women do these !Dakos find attractive? Give me something to go with here. Or I'll be up all night waiting for painful changes and horrific results."

He burst out laughing, like a Viking, all nude and sexy with his iron ass on display like a treasured photograph from a Sex Boy two-page hottie spread. My knees actually quivered, stirring sanity back into rational eddies of thoughts in the flow and ebb of my mind.

He patted the bed's edge. “Come here. Let me assuage your fears."

Big luscious Solvun could certainly allay my dread with a little distraction. I plopped my derriere down on the silken bedding beside him.

"Fear not, my goddess. There is no pain in the changes. Merely enhancements."

Crap. Not breasts. My gaze snapped to the girls.

"I see where your mind wanders. And the alarm in your features. We can only hope for the best. And since your clothes fit well at the moment..."

He was so not going there. I shot him a smirk.

He grinned ridiculously. “We can only hope for the best."

"Men!” I smacked his big bare shoulder.

The King just laughed, grabbed me around the waist, and tumbled me backward onto the pillows. “Let's sleep, D'ena.” He stilled where we'd been lying before and stuffed a pillow into the crook between his shoulder and head, drawing me into the beat of his heart. “Show me what my future holds in sleep. With you by my side. Your warm curves. Your soft scent. Show me what it's truly like to be King."

My heart melted then and there.

Solvun melted that organ a lot.

"Light's out,” he barked at the ceiling.

The lights slowly dimmed until nothing but a faint glow outlined the dark linear edges of objects around his room. He drew the sheet and coverlet over our bodies before shifting my length to rest my head upon his pliant bicep. “This is how it should be between us, Theone. My strength squelching your fears.” His palm slithered up my curving side. “Sleep now. We'll face tomorrow together."

How in the hell had I become mated with the most romantic prisoner in the universe? In prison, no less. And I was going to wake up a !Dako beauty queen. What else could possibly happen? I'm not going to think ‘go wrong'. No. Not until tomorrow. I snuggled into his intoxicating warmth.

The bone-dry darkness only left me to drift in and out of sleep with little more on my mind than what the morning would hold. Changes. My augmentation. Dammit. I was sexy and beautiful before arriving at Treusch. And now? My life was a joke. A living nightmare. Except for the prisoner who cuddled up beside me with a death grip like there's no tomorrow.

Solvun was really kind of cute in his big-guy toughest-bastard-on-the-cell-block kind of way. Although, I'd never tell him. The last thing he needed confirmed was how I was attracted to him. That type of a confession would only lead to my never hearing the end of it with the monster ego he had. And we'd mated. What's done was done. A little peace could go a long way in these tight quarters.

She was gone when I woke, fully rested. Solvun scanned his bedchamber's shadows. So, it was morning. But she couldn't
leave
. Only my fingerprint unlocked the door. Hadn't we come to grips with our differences even though we couldn't talk much because of the constant surveillance? She just seemed so content last night.

"Lights on, fifty percent,” I ordered.

The room brightened around me. Not enough to hurt my eyes. But I'll be damned that I couldn't see her. “Theone?"

Was she hiding? Waiting to slit my throat or kick my balls into my brain? My D'ena could manage that feat. “Theone?"

Maybe she'd suffered with the augmentations she feared. And died on the floor. I scrambled to the bed's edge.

Nothing but stone floor.

No beautiful carcass.

No mate in death throes.

Where is she?

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Cybernetics... “the science of control and communication in the animal and the machine.” ~Norbert Weiner

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Brighter light outlined the crack beneath the lavatory door from where Solvun stood scanning his bedchamber for his D'ena.
Mirrors always drew females like a moth to a flame
, he mused. And the mirror hung above the sink's fountain. I gulped back a rising chuckle and crossed the hard stone floor and pulled the squeaking door wide.

She sat, still nude, on the toilet bench, face buried in her hands, all cloaked in hair a foot longer than when she went to sleep. That mane kinked with a winding spiral that reminded me of suspended pond grass floating in the water column back on Prall.