New Species 02 Slade (3 page)

closer. She stopped at the side of his bed and put her

hands on the raised bedrail bar that prevented him from

rolling out of bed. She studied his face closely,

fascinated. His cheekbones were more pronounced than

a typical human and his nose wider and shaped…

different. She bit her lip as she leaned closer to get a

better look at the generous lips that hid his canine teeth

well, until they were pulled back. She only hesitated for

a second before digging into her pocket to slip on a

glove before she reached for his mouth, intent on getting

a second look at those teeth while she had the

opportunity.

His full lips were soft, perfectly formed, and warm.

She hadn’t noticed that last night but she’d been too busy

assessing injuries, not facial traits. She gently used her

gloved fingers to pull down on his lower lip. His bottom

teeth appeared normal except his side teeth were sharp,

canine style. She used her thumb to gently lift his top lip

as she bent forward to get a closer look and gently

cupped his face in her ungloved palm. She opened his

jaw wider and held his mouth open. She had to stretch

over his chest to get a better look, studying what she

saw.

She visually examined the extended teeth, the sharp

points, and wished she knew more about dentistry. She

leaned lower, realized her hair fell on his bare chest but

wasn’t concerned about waking him. He’d been heavily

sedated during surgery and it would be hours before he

woke. Her face hovered mere inches from his mouth

while she examined his back teeth, and took mental

notes. The upper and lower molars were definitely

canine, sharper than human teeth. His abnormal teeth

were there for tearing and chewing.

Trisha pulled her finger and thumb out of his mouth

to allow it to close, still cradling his chin on her palm.

She looked at his face again to study his flatter, wider

nose but instead she found herself staring into a pair of

wide-open, amazing blue eyes that peered right back

into her startled ones.

“Hi,” he rasped softly in a gruff rumble.

Trisha jumped. It startled her that the patient was

awake when he shouldn’t be. She tried to pull away from

him but two hands grabbed her arms. Her hip banged

the side of the bed when he yanked on her hard, pulling

her down on top of him. Pain shot through her hip from

the impact with the metal rail when he flipped her into

the narrow space next to him. His weight crushed her

body into the mattress when he rolled on top of her,

pinning her under him.

Trisha began to struggle after a few seconds when

she realized what had happened. The patient’s hands

slid along her arms to grasp her wrists, yanked them

above her head, and a loud growl tore from his throat.

The sound was surprising, so scary and vicious that it

froze Trisha with instant terror. She stared up at the very

masculine face hovering inches above hers. His strangely

hypnotic eyes seemed to look right into her soul as he

studied her intently until his eyes narrowed. His tongue

slid from between his generous lips to swipe across his

lower one.

“You’re new. Didn’t they warn you to never cross the

kill-zone line?” His gaze lowered to her throat but

returned to her face. “And it was really stupid not to

chain me down. Didn’t they give you the rundown on

how to handle us, Doc? You never remove the

restraints.”

She found her voice finally. “You’re in a hospital.

You’re going to be fine.”

He frowned. Trisha was pinned under him, his body

pressed tightly against hers from breast to feet. She also

couldn’t ignore his heavy weight or the fact that his body

totally blanketed hers.

“I don’t know if I should mount or kill you,” he

growled softly. He shifted his body over hers suddenly,

causing Trisha to gasp when something hard pressed

against her. There was no mistaking the fact he had an

erection when he settled on her again, pressing his

hardened cock right against the seam of her thighs. “My

vote is mounting you since I’d hate to kill something so

beautiful.” He grinned at her. It frightened Trisha when

she saw his sharp teeth. “Ever wanted to be fucked by an

animal, beauty?”

“I’m Doc―”

“I don’t care,” he growled softly, cutting her off.

“Kiss me, beauty. Then I’ll show you what you’ve been

missing. I’ve decided to mount you. I just can’t resist.”

His nostrils flared as he inhaled and a deep groan

rumbled from his parted lips. “I’m so hard for you and

you smell so good.”

Panic seized Trisha. She screamed. “Help!”

215 stared down at her and smiled. “No one would

be stupid enough to come inside this room to try to save

you, beauty. You took the restraints off and now you’re

mine.”

He adjusted her, putting both her wrists in one hand

by holding them together with his spread fingers, freeing

his other hand to trail down her body. His hand hesitated

on the curve of her breast long enough to make her gasp

before it flattened over her ribs, then inched lower to her

hip. He shifted over her enough to slide his roaming

hand between her and the bed, took a firm hold on her

ass cheek and squeezed.

“Your ass is mine, sweet thing. Don’t worry though.

I’m not going to hurt you and I definitely won’t kill you.

I like you a hell of a lot. I just decided I’m going to keep

you with me for a few days, Doc. I’m going to do things

to you that will make you never want to leave this room.

You’ll want me mounting you as much as you want to

eat or breathe air by the time I’m forced to release you.”

A loud alarm suddenly blared inside the room.

Trisha stared at the man who continued to smile at her.

His hand on her ass gripped her more firmly as he

shifted his body, forcing his hips between her legs and

spreading her thighs when he parted his. The hard ridge

of his cock rubbed against the vee of her pants. Her eyes

widened at the feel of him pressed so tightly against her.

“You’re going to want me as much as I do you,” he

promised in a husky tone.

He leaned down closer to Trisha, his gaze leaving

hers. He nuzzled her face with his cheek, pushing against

her until she turned her head away. His lips brushed her

throat, opened, and he licked her skin and groaned.

Shock jolted through her when he nipped her skin there,

but worse, his hips started to move at the same moment.

The rigid length of his shaft rubbed directly against her

clit through their clothing. Her body jerked under him,

tensed, and he growled, his jaw tightening on her

shoulder.

It half horrified her when her body responded to

him. Her nipples hardened, her stomach quivered, and

pleasure at his rocking hips massaging her clit, even

through layers of clothing, made her pant. Being

restrained had never been a fantasy of hers but suddenly

she couldn’t help but be turned on that a powerful,

handsome, and very dangerous male controlled her

body. She fought it, tried to reason with her physical

responses with cold logic but her mind didn’t want to

work.

He groaned against her throat, his mouth releasing

her. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you. I’m going to

bury my face between your thighs and fuck you with my

tongue until you beg me to make you come, beauty. I

know you’re going to taste as sweet as you scent.” He

growled louder. “Then I’m going to flip you over, put

your ass in the air, and mount you until you come

again.”

Trisha arched against him. The image he painted

inside her mind, combined with the stimulation of her

clit, nearly made her climax before he did any of those

things. She knew if he didn’t stop moving his hips she

would. Her clit throbbed and she bit her lip hard not to

moan.

The doors to his room suddenly burst open loudly

as at least six people rushed inside. The disturbance may

as well have been cold water dousing the flames of

Trisha’s runaway libido. The man on top of her jerked

his head toward them and a loud, terrifying snarl

erupted from his throat.

“Sedate him,” Trisha yelled, her mind working

again.

Orderlies and security guards dived on the patient.

He tried to twist to face them with a roar of rage, his

intent to fight them clear. His hands released her and he

tried to push his body up to throw off the men trying to

hold him down. Trisha was terrified he’d get hurt and

threw her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs

around his thighs to try to help keep him down. He

thrashed, his cock rubbing against her tighter, making

her more aware of how turned on she was. She saw two

orderlies jabbing needles into him as they sprawled

across his back to hold him down.

Mean growls tore from his throat but he finally

stopped struggling. His body grew lax and his dead

weight settled on top her the way a smothering, heavy

blanket would until she couldn’t even draw breath. She

was only able to get free when two orderlies, a security

guard and two nurses lifted the big man off Trisha

enough for her to scoot out from under him after the side

rail was lowered.

Trisha was sweating and panting by the time she

rose unsteadily to her feet. The patient was sedated and

facedown on the bed. She stared at him, trembled, and

was deeply disturbed by what had happened. They’d

probably be having sex if she hadn’t been rescued.

A hand touched her, making her jump. Dr. Hearsal

Morris, looking concerned, squeezed her shoulder.

“Are you all right? Did he hurt you?”

Trisha cleared her throat. “I’m fine,” she lied.

Trisha sat at her desk, remembering 215. He still

haunted her with his amazing blue eyes, how he’d

pinned her under him on his hospital bed, and nearly…

seduced her. She knew she’d never forget him but he

didn’t remember her. It really bothered her too.

She had heard that New Species, the survivors of the

drug company testing facilities who’d been rescued, had

given themselves names instead of the numbers Mercile

Industries had tagged them with. He’d picked the name

Slade.

It fit him. He was a big son of a bitch, broad-chested,

with long, wild hair, and he gave off an attitude of

danger. Every time he showed sharp, abnormally long

teeth when he flashed a grin, it made him appear

predatory. It almost seemed as if he were threatening

someone when he smiled. He also had to be the sexiest

man she’d ever met and the memories of that hospital

bed always made her tingle with arousal.

The New Species had been given a private retreat, of

The New Species had been given a private retreat, of

sorts, called Homeland, for the survivors of the testing

facilities. The world wasn’t completely welcoming of

their existence and they needed to live in a high-security

setting for their protection against hate groups who

believed they were an abomination.

Religious fanatics called them evil, unnatural, and an

affront to God because they’d been created inside test

tubes by scientists. If they didn’t take up the religious

excuse to hate, they called New Species two-legged

animals who didn’t deserve human rights, nothing more

than trained pets who mimicked people. It was

ridiculous. It irritated Trisha when she heard those crazy

rants by idiots on the news. New Species were victims,

not a blight on humanity, and definitely not the evil

spawn of Satan. They also weren’t pets with the ability to

speak words.

Two months before she’d heard a private medical

center would soon open at Homeland. She’d

immediately submitted her résumé, hoping to secure a

position as one of the doctors they’d planned to hire.

She’d never forget how surprised she’d been when two

days before she’d gotten the call. They’d chosen her over