New Species 11 True (14 page)

He pushed her thighs wider apart despite seeing her tense
but she didn’t struggle or protest. He glanced up to find her staring at him
with wide eyes, her lips parted. He grinned, knowing he’d surprised her. He
returned his focus to her pussy.

She looked little in that area. Part of him had hoped she’d
be bigger somehow but the slit of her sex didn’t seem as though it would
accommodate the thickness of his dick. He studied her anatomy, knowing females
were designed to stretch around males but it seemed doubtful she could.

“True?”

She sounded a little frightened. He could relate since he
had broken out in a cold sweat of anxiety from the fear he’d either hurt her or
he just wouldn’t fit inside when it came time to mount Jeanie. He bent forward
to distract her. She was a little wet, the proof of her arousal not only
teasing his nose but taunting his dick as well.

Humans like words.
He bit back a snarl, frustrated he’d
almost forgotten that part. He salivated to get his mouth buried between her
thighs to coat his tongue with the taste of Jeanie but her emotional needs had
to be met. He forced his gaze up to find hers.

“You’re so beautiful to me. So delicate and such a sexy
pink,” he rasped, surprised at how much he meant the words once they were said.
“Your scent makes me so hard.”

He inwardly winced at his crude tone but it couldn’t be
helped. It was a miracle he could even think at all or keep a shred of humanity
when his instincts urged him to lick her until she cried out his name after he
forced her to come as fast as possible. The result would leave her pussy soaked
and prepared for him to flip her over, bent across the mattress, and mount her.
Just imagining what it would feel like to rub the crown of his dick against her
hot, wet pussy was enough to make him want to tear open the front of his pants
instead of bothering to unfasten the snaps.

“Are you okay?” Her voice trembled and he saw uncertainty
flash in her eyes.

He didn’t want to alarm her by sharing how close he felt to
losing his mind. He’d never wanted a female that much in his life. He might
have when he’d been given breeding drugs but that wasn’t the cause of what was
happening to him now. Jeanie seemed to naturally affect him in a similar
manner.

“I want you so much it hurts,” he confessed as he fought to
speak in a calmer voice. “Just relax and I’ll make you feel good.”

“I trust you.”

Those three words, said with pure conviction, humbled him.
Her beautiful eyes stared back at him with sincerity. He took a moment, found
the inner strength to battle his urges, and focused on her pussy again. She was
so attractive he couldn’t look at her enough. He slowly bent over her, using
his hold on her legs to push her away from the edge toward the center of the
mattress. Her body easily slid across his sheets until his hips pressed against
the side of the bed.

He opened his mouth and licked his lips. His tongue swiped
across her clit and her sweet, addictive taste weakened all his resolve. He
sealed his lips around the bundle of nerves, pressed his face against her
tightly, and sucked.

Jeanie’s moan and the way her hips bucked assured him he’d
found the right spot. He flattened his tongue right where it needed to be,
applied pressure and released her knees. He wrapped his fingers around her
inner thighs, held her in place so she couldn’t wiggle enough to break the
connection. She was his to pleasure and he’d make sure she wanted him as much
as he did her.

Jeanie clawed at the sheets, her head thrashing as she
squeezed her eyes closed. True had pinned her thighs flat to the bed with them
spread wide apart as his mouth played pure hell with her clit. It felt so good
it nearly hurt.

He sucked, tugging at the fleshy bud with strong pulls of
his mouth. Every time she was close to coming, he’d ease off, driving her
insane. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit in an upward motion, reminding
her of how she liked to eat ice cream. He changed to a new pattern, wiggling it
from side to side.

He was either doing it to torment her with pleasure or
figuring out what she enjoyed best by trying everything he could think of to
see how she’d react. She moaned, bucked her hips, but couldn’t move much. He’d
made sure of that. His hands were tender but firm, not letting go. Something
about being so completely at his mercy just made the high all the more potent.

She panted, feeling the sweat slicking her skin, and arched
her back. It became too intense but she couldn’t close her legs. He was too
strong. She’d had two sex partners in her life but they hadn’t made her feel
anything close to the all-consuming ache to find release that True inspired.

“Please.” She frantically reached down, needing to touch
him. Her fingers brushed the hair at the back of his head and she almost jerked
her hand away. It was a real fear that she might dig her fingernails into his
scalp since she’d already done that to his bedding. Instead she fisted some of
the silky strands and pleaded again, “Please, True.”

He growled and the vibrations nudged her over the edge where
she’d been hovering near release. Her entire body shook from the force of
ecstasy blasting through her from his mouth, spreading rapidly, straight to her
brain. She cried out, not even sure what she said or if it even made sense. She
didn’t care. Her entire world centered on the tip of True’s tongue as it
performed tight circles over the most sensitive spot on her body. She cried out
again as another blast of pleasure struck.

Her vaginal muscles trembled as she survived a second
climax, shocked he could make her come twice in rapid succession. “Stop,” she
begged, unable to take any more. Her clit throbbed from oversensitivity.

He avoided playing with it again but his tongue explored
lower, tracing over the seam of her sex. She eased her death grip on his hair
once her body began to relax, her muscles turning lax after all the writhing
she’d done.

“You are so sweet,” he groaned. “I want more.”

That was the only warning before his tongue penetrated her
pussy. She moaned at the pleasing sensation. He withdrew almost completely and
released her thighs. She thought he might rise and adjust his body over hers to
find his own release. It was exciting and she longed to know how it would feel
to be joined with True. All the fantasizing she’d done about having him inside
her would finally become reality. She opened her eyes, peering down at him when
he lifted his head. She had to let go of his hair.

The expression on his face made her start. She would have
sworn he was enraged. “What’s wrong? Did I pull your hair? I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re tight.”

“Is that a bad thing?”
Most guys like that, right?
It
had been a while since she’d had sex though. Things could have changed.

“It is right now. I’m so hard I could volunteer to be a
jackhammer to break up concrete.” He tucked his head, looking away, and she
noticed his knuckles had whitened from how tightly he clutched the edge of the
mattress. “I also might need to cut off my pants. My dick is trapped between
the material and my thigh. I need to buy a larger size to accommodate it if you
stay here for long.”

His sense of humor was unexpected and she grinned, feeling
extremely cheerful after he’d just given her the best orgasms of her life. It
took effort to move when she really just wanted to melt into his bed but she
sat up. His lips were parted, revealing the tips of his sharp canines. It was
amazing he hadn’t accidentally nipped her with them, something she hadn’t
thought of until that second.

“I’ll help you get out of them.”

His head snapped up. “Don’t touch me.”

Her humor vanished, replaced by concern. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

She’d thought he’d been teasing but she’d been wrong. It was
pain, not anger, harshening his features. “Oh wow, True.” She couldn’t get a
look at his lap since he was on his knees beside the bed. She scrambled to the
other side, slid off and approached him from the side.

“Stay back.”

She paused, studying his body. He was on his knees with his
hips pressed against the side of the bed. He still kept a death grip on the
edge of the mattress. “Just unzip your pants and we’ll tug them down until you’re
free.”

“Just go into the bathroom and close the door.”

What is it with him wanting me to go into that room?
She didn’t ask. “I’m not leaving you to deal with this alone.”

He closed his eyes. “I need you to get away from me for at
least ten minutes.”

Jeanie’s feelings would have been hurt if she’d thought he
was saying it to be mean. He wasn’t. “Why?”

“My body will relax without you here and I’ll be able to get
my pants off then.”

“You’re seriously, um, stuck?” She tried to figure out how.
It should be as simple as what she’d suggested.

“Please,” he rasped. “Go take a shower.”

“No.” She eased forward a little. “I’m going to scoot down
there with you. Can you turn a little? Let me see the problem and I’m sure I
can think of something.” She hoped it just felt as if his penis was stuck
because the material had tightened around whatever side he tucked on. “Or you
can tell me where some scissors are. I can cut down the side of the seam.”

“No. Just go into the other room.”

The doorbell rang. Jeanie started at the sudden noise but
True’s reaction was much worse. He snarled as his head jerked up, eyes snapping
open to glare in the direction of the living room. “Fuck!”

“You can’t go get that. Should I? I’ll tell them you’re busy
or taking a shower.” She highly doubted he’d want anyone to know what had him
incapacitated. “Unless you think I should tell them the truth and they can help
you.”

“Don’t go out there. Ignore it.”

“What if it’s important?”

“Go shower.”

“Damn, you’re stubborn. Would you leave me if I were in a
bind?” She regretted saying that last word. “Sorry. Bad, unintended pun. This
is ridiculous. You just were face-planted in my private parts. We’ve passed the
point of modesty. Let me see the problem and we can find a solution.”

“No.”

The doorbell rang again, followed by a fist pounding on the
wood.

Jeanie blew out a frustrated breath. “True—”

A loud boom came from the other room. She spun, realizing
what she’d heard as the front door hit the wall from the force of being kicked
open. A few quick steps and she was in the other room. Two New Species stormed
into the apartment but the first one through the door motioned the second one
to halt with a hand gesture.

It was the second one hovering just inside that kept her
attention though. His hair was long, to his shoulders, but she’d never mistake
those brilliant-blue catty eyes. He wore black jeans with a tank top, showing
off a lot of muscles.

“712?”

“Shiver,” he confirmed they knew each other, his mouth curving
into a smile.

“Where is True?” The other man glanced around with a stern
look on his face until he fixed his full attention on Jeanie. “What have you
done to him?”

“Nothing!” She glanced between him and 712. “He’s—”

“Did you harm him?” the feline snarled, revealing sharp
canines.

“She wouldn’t do that, Tiger.” 712 tried to get around the
guy.

Tiger shoved him back. “Stay out of this. I told you to wait
outside.” He stormed forward. “What did you do to True?”

A thump came from behind her and she turned to stare at True
leaning heavily against the open bedroom doorframe with only his head and part
of his naked upper body showing. It looked as if he were using the wall to hide
the rest of him. The furious look and his stiff expression were clear.

“Get out of my home!”

Tiger stopped advancing. “Why didn’t you answer the door?
Why are you obscuring the rest of your body?”

“Get out of my home.”

The New Species in the uniform frowned. “She hurt you, didn’t
she? What are you hiding? Did she stab you?” He sniffed the air before his
eyebrows shot up. “Shit. You’re naked. I interrupted you sharing sex.”

“What?” 712 shoved Tiger to get him out of the way. “You
touched her?” His nostrils flared and his usually handsome face twisted into an
expression very similar to True’s enraged one. “You said you wouldn’t.”

“Leave my home.” True glanced at her. “Come here, Jeanie.”

She wasn’t sure what to do. Part of her wanted to talk to
712 but True was obviously in an embarrassing situation he didn’t want the other
men to discover. Tiger and 712 might be there to take her to prison. She backed
up into the bedroom and True slammed the door closed the second she was clear.
He cursed as he tilted her head upward with his palm gently cradling her face.
Strong fingers wrapped around her upper arm to turn her slightly until they
faced each other.

“Get in the bathroom. I’ll handle this.”

“Do you think they’ve come to take me to that horrible
place?”

“I won’t allow that to happen.”

“Thank you.” She tried to look down but his hold only
tightened.

“I’m going to let you go and you will run into the bathroom.
Lock the door and stay there until I tell you it’s safe. Do it now.”

“Okay.”

He turned her around before dropping his hands away. “Run.”

She dashed toward the bathroom but didn’t make it before the
bedroom door crashed open. A scream caught in Jeanie’s throat as she spun to
see who had done it. 712’s gaze darted around the room until he found her and
stared at the shirt she wore, which fell to mid-thigh, exposing her lower legs.

“How could you?” He stormed into the room.

At Drackwood she’d done her best to keep him alive by giving
him something to keep fighting through all the pain he’d suffered. He enjoyed
her stories, whether they’d been fairytales or just recounting something she’d
seen in a movie. It helped him pass the time while some of his injuries healed.

“Get out!” True snarled, stepping between her and 712. “Don’t
speak to her that way.”

“I’m talking to you!” 712 reached both hands out and pushed
True hard in the chest, nearly knocking him over.

True shoved him back. “She’s not yours.”

The male stumbled but stayed upright. “I disagree.”

“Enough,” Tiger ordered from the door. “Flirt, return to the
hallway now. I’ll handle this.”

“She saved my life.” Flirt didn’t move. “I’ll only leave if
she goes with me.”

It sank in that they were arguing about her. Jeanie opened
her mouth to tell them to stop but they resumed their exchange before she got a
word out. It became clear that 712 had taken the name Flirt.

“Never,” True snarled.

Flirt’s upper lip curled enough to show sharp canines. “She
should be mine.”

“Enough!” Tiger repeated, pushing them apart when he
centered his body between them. “No fighting. Return to the hallway, Flirt.
True, you weren’t supposed to touch her.”

“He did.” Flirt backed away. “No female puts off that strong
of a sex smell unless a male helped. Look at the front of his pants. He doesn’t
deserve a female if he’s unable to hold his seed until he mounts her.”

Tiger glanced down True’s body then looked at 712. “Damn,
Flirt, that’s cold. We’ve all gotten a bit too excited at times but you don’t
point it out. Males have pride.”

Jeanie crept along the wall to get a better look at True to
confirm her suspicions of what they talked about. A large wet spot stained the
front of his pants on one side, near his groin.
No wonder he wouldn’t let me
see what was wrong with him. He wasn’t caught in his pants. He lied. Shit!
She
glanced at his face, the splotches of bright color on his cheeks a sign of
mortification.

“Leave him alone,” she demanded. She stared at 712. “Flirt?
Is that what you’re called now?”

“Don’t talk to him,” True ordered.

Part of her knew she should keep quiet just because it’s
what he wanted. The other part was enraged that anyone would attempt to
humiliate someone who’d saved her from going to prison. True was a good man.

“I’m Flirt now, Shiver.” His tone softened when his
bright-blue gaze met hers. “Come here. I’ll take you to my home. You don’t need
to stay with that male when you deserve a much better one.”

“No!” True bellowed.

Jeanie gasped when True grabbed Tiger and threw him out of
the way. The big New Species’ body missed her by a few feet, landing sprawled
on the carpet facedown. Her gaze lifted from him just in time to witness True
tackling Flirt. They both slammed into the wall near the door with enough force
from their combined weight to punch a big hole in the plaster.

“Fuck,” the guy on the carpet groaned. “Security. Get to
True’s place now.”

She wasn’t sure if he used a radio or a cell phone to call
for help. She couldn’t look away as the two New Species exchanged punches. The
sound was horrific as their fists made contact with flesh. True had Flirt
pinned in the damaged wall. His ass and part of his back was actually inside
the hole they’d created but his arms were free enough to hit back.

“Stop it!” She realized she’d been the one to yell.

They ignored her. Flirt managed to brace his body and shoved
True away. He stumbled but regained his balance. Flirt jerked out of the wall,
chunks of white crumbling to the carpet as he straightened. They snarled at
each other and lunged forward at the same time. Their bodies slammed together
hard, clawed hands tearing into flesh. Bright-red blood appeared on their skin.