Feral Series IV: Feral Fallout (7 page)

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 Savior'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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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.

"Take care,
hu'vria
, as you return to the living,” he said with a soft chuckle.

What a strange !Dakos word he called me that obviously meant something wonderful the way it rolled off his tongue. And Flonn really was gentle. Why did M'yote despise the !Dakos so much? Well, aside from what they did to Prall so long ago. Wasn't it time to bring an end to the bitterness? To open a line of communication?

That's why I'm here
.

Marshals created peace between worlds.

An eerie sense of understanding shimmied through my belly.

Intuition never let me down.

Flonn's warm firm fingers lifted my chin so he could gaze into my eyes. “Are you well,
hu'vria
? I sense you're ill. Do you feel nausea or lightheadedness?"

My gut twisted with even more awareness.

Intuition often proved a curse in my line of business when I started sympathizing with the enemy. But not with becoming a monster. Could something be happening to me, physically? Something Flonn instigated. “Symptoms mating with you could have caused?"

"Sometimes the nanites cause females to take ill.” He didn't flinch away a second in reacting.

Nanites? Little robots. I yanked on a boot. “What do you mean nanites?"

"My body's healing system. Now, your body's healing system."

Oh. No. Beyond holy shit. I don't want to be a cyborg. “What did you do to me, Flonn?"

"I claimed you. Marked you as mine. You carry my unique signature. My nanites."

"How?” I choked back
dammit
.

"In my semen.” He watched me yank on my other boot then waved toward the doorway where they'd dragged off my confidant and tour guide. “They are waiting on us."

He ushered me down a few winding empty and spotlessly-clean corridors fashioned with the same pale peach flagstone and stone masonry.

A noise rose in the distance, growing with each of our footsteps until the din thundered so loudly my gut told me not to follow Flonn through the door blocking our passage. He placed a broad hand on the door and heaved it wide into bitter sunlight.

The deafening noise knocked me backward.

But ended as if it had witnessed or felt remorse for causing my faltering step.

My gut twisted. And twisted.

Hell. This was Hell. Gotta remember, big hunky sex demon and all. This was still Hell.

"It's alright, Theone. I won't let anything happen to you,” Flonn reassured me.

Like what
could
happen? I shot the tall soldier cyborg a speculative glance. Yes. Jarhead.

He placed his palm at my lower back and nudged me into the warm sunlight.

Right into something akin to a stadium ringed with a sea of bare-chested massive !Dakos warriors. How many? One could only guess the number but a few thousand. And if they didn't have mates? They would be looking for them. Me.

Something massive rammed into my throat. Something oddly reminiscent of big !Dakos cock. Earth was so screwed. Well, the women were.

Flonn's hand ushered me along a series of steps leading down into the circular arena below. A place where two males faced each other. Waiting. One more like Flonn. The other blue.

M'yote.

Something really bad was going down. Especially when the entire audience and both sparring partners focused upon my descent. I just watched my step. Literally. Until stepping onto the arena's hard stone surface. I slid my gaze to M'yote's brilliant blue eyes and wondered what had taken place before my arrival.

Rather, what my arrival entailed at all.

Something based on the audience's reaction.

What?

Flonn claimed a position at my side and crossed his enormous arms.

His arms hanging free now, M'yote slid his gaze from the !Dakos warrior to me and grimaced. “You mated with him?"

How did he know? And did I have to answer? Did I owe him an answer? Whatever. “I wasn't given a choice.” That much was true.

"You don't have to answer him, Theone,” Flonn rumbled.

The other man, taller than M'yote and bulkier like a !Dakos, chuckled with gusto and anchored a you-cuckolded-fool look on my blue superior officer. “So you lost her before you claimed her. Same old story, little brother, eh?"

Solvun? He didn't wield the head full of braids M'yote wore, instead a tousle of shoulder-kissing light brown hair laced with golden hairs. Mussed from his activities I'd missed before my arrival. And his face was more human than M'yote's elongated features.

Could I trust Solvun?

Although, my gut didn't speak for Flonn when he shoved me against a wall. He simply felt like a sweetheart and tasted damned good. Steak and great sex. Gotta commend him for that little treat. So went the job perks of a spy. Albeit, the occupational hazards remain to be seen beyond Earth's protective atmosphere.

Another cyborg hopped down from the eight-foot tall stone wall surrounding the arena and stepped between Solvun and M'yote.

Bad began to blare on my radar again.

Maybe the warning was from the newcomer's metal plate he wore covering one side of his head? Was it an indication the !Dakos suffered injuries? From fighting? Great. And his twisted grimace only made me want to hunker behind Flonn.

I had no weapons. Just my brain. And a weak Earth brain just didn't seem a weapon that would hold up against any of these monsters. Mr. Ribeye included. He'd already proven I was putty for his hands the minute I stepped into his personal space.

The newcomer roared like a lion.

Not good. Everything M'yote said began falling into place. This cyborg was a beast. A beast, eye-balling me.

Maybe I should look for the newcomer's weakness?

The beast wore the same silver pants as Flonn, a vest-shaped chunk of sheet metal molded to fit his chest and back—armor, and a metal cuff that covered each lower arm from wrist to elbow. Who knows how he got massive forearm to squeeze into those cuffs. Aside from the fact Solvun wore something more akin to camouflage, no male appeared similar in much of any way. Nor did any of them wield any weapons. But why would prisoners have weapons. The fact the !Dakos didn't need them said a lot for the strength of that species of cyborg.

I needed a weapon.

Something painful and frightening.

Something akin to death.

Something to keep the beast at a distance.

Or at least something to make me feel better.

Flonn suddenly hopped into a rage and leapt at the scary cyborg.

Okay. Not good.

M'yote quickly caught me by the arm. “This plan is going bad fast."