Feral Series IV: Feral Fallout (15 page)

His groans were just the icing on the cake.

Beefcake.

Mated to a !Dakos warrior had to be one of the Seven Wonders of the universe. I'd managed to marvel at most of the ones back on Earth on vacation. But who would have guessed some genetically-tweaked civilization out bobbing in the great ebb and flow of the universe could steal away every corpuscle of awe I'd experienced in one lifetime just with sex?

Umm. Throb. Wedge. Slide. Heaven existed somewhere between
head
and
root
. I just found myself too overwhelmed to pinpoint the location. Maybe I focused too much on piloting and needed to work a little on my navigational skills now?

His magical mouth went to work on my neck, collarbone, and lips.

Gods! He was everywhere. Hot. Moist. Zingy from the coarsely-ground pepper of steak seasoning. All I could do was hang onto his amazing musculature. Try to suck in a deep breath. And wait out the building pressure in my core.

Wait.

Yes. Wait.

The end was
coming
.

He invaded every atom of my being with his little penetrating vibes that riddled my cells with microscopic quakes. Growing with every thrust of his conquest tactics to numb my mind. To make me a moaning, groaning, yelping bag of nerve endings. As he impaled me.

Yes. Impale me.

I think he liked doing it to me.

Yes. Not a chore. More his pleasure. Better be. Because I was about to freaking implode. Right into the hole at the tip of his thick rod. Sucked into him, never to escape. Captured. Conquered. Kept.

And I think that was his intention. I gulped for breath because someone needed to tell him to hurry.

He began to thrust upward with gusto.

Something different suddenly jiggled me senseless inside me.

Maybe he changed? His shaft altered shape? Or something amazing. Don't know. I cracked my eyelids open to find him watching me.

Why?

Measuring my reaction?

But the textural change just bumped up his level of beefcake to King Beefcake. And there was just something a little silly about me preferring nobles beneath the plank in the shark-infested waters of a prison.

That massaging sensation inside me tickled me with mind-boggling expertise. So, intentional. “Flonn! What are you doing to me?"

He slammed his spicy savory ribeye mouth down atop mine and ground his stiff rod home to the blessed root.

Meaning. Was there any? All I could do was shriek with those intoxicating moves as he held me in place.
Scrubbing
my womb. God knows I would have fallen over into a little crack in the universe where people went after they'd experienced everything, if he hadn't held me there. Forcing me to experience ecstasy at attention. With his altered cock.

His hips jerked upward, and his engorged member lurched with molten heat.

So wonderful. So perfect.

We screamed together. His forehead touching mine. Panting to refuel our screams.

Perfection. Flawless. Nothing existed but the friction between our souls as he began gliding out and in, again and again to bathe me in all-consuming bliss.

Searing heat. Rapture. What was life without my inner thighs and ass cheeks pressing down against the coarse hairs of iron thighs like this?

Umm. !Dakos warriors could take over the universe.

Bad for males everywhere.

Three cheers for females!

The aftershock weakened until our pump and grind ground to a slippery sticky halt with our dying moans. Our temples glued together from sweat.

We gasped for breath.

Flonn stiffened to topple backward on the bed at his waist.

Reverse jackknife. I couldn't escape. Didn't want to escape. Just wanted to keep that amazing cock of his inside me. Hard. I leaned over to sink into his bulky heaving chest and tried to whip my tornadic thoughts back into some semblance of existing beyond copulation with this male who blew my mind into a whirlwind of chaos.

How could such a beautiful moment wreak so much havoc? Was that scenario even possible? He was magnificent. Incredible. So mine.

Beefcake. With birthday candles atop. Flickering just for me.

Welcome to the first day of your new life, Theo.

Crazy.

How could he make me forget duty like bolting from zero to light speed in one nanosecond? Must be his damned gearshift.

His broad warm palms slid up my sides from my ass, all the way to my ribcage where he brushed my skin gently. “The bonding is complete,
hu'vria
,” he mumbled.

Oh? I tilted my head, chin anchored in the soft mound of his soft pec, and watched his eyes shut.

He sighed and snaked his arms around me with the comfort of acceptance.

Awareness. Acknowledgement of our connection. Warm. Snug. Content. I snuggled my cheek into his beating heart.

Sleep embraced us.

I stretched out on my stomach upon the bed as I stirred, completely rested from my nap. Someone had covered most of me with the comforter. Flonn didn't seem like the type to let his buddies touch his babe though. !Dakos were rating more sweeter with time. Surely, Prall perceptions of them were all about the enemy. Not what I was witnessing.

Where was my big hunk of burning love? Mmm. Yes. That's exactly what he was. On fire. Blazing. Grilling to savory perfection around the clock. And I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into him again. And again.

Maybe I needed to see a shrink?

The door swooshed.

Enter Romeo in silver pants and black boots. How dashing. New large blue tattoo wrapping around one side of his waist. I shot him a smile.

Those adorable dimples surfaced.

So calming. I just could stare at him all day. Wait! He was enhanced to look this way. Right? And I've been enhanced by him. I shoved up in a cobra curl and wondered if my nude body would set him off again. We so needed to discuss a few things before I was drowning in my sex god's pheromones. I slid my legs beneath me to sit, cross-legged, wrapped in the bedding. “We need to talk, Flonn."

His grin didn't let on he disagreed. He sat on the bed about a foot away.

Thank goodness. I couldn't taste the steak dinner traveling via air molecules yet. I tried to focus on his attentive gaze. “Why did you change me?"

His eyes pinched curiously. “Change you?"

I waved a palm up and down my body. “I liked myself the way I was. And, by the way, it's rude to make a person think you feel she's ugly."

His eyes widened with understanding. “I meant no insult by my nanites. They aren't mine to control. Merely something handed down from generation to generation from a man to his son.” His jaw paused, his mouth slightly agape as if he realized something. “The nanites have evolved over twelve centuries,
hu'vria
. I couldn't control them if I wanted to. I hold but a mere two centuries and seventeen years to my existence.” His mouth snapped shut, and slowly, ever-so-cautiously, he reached for my chin, carefully rubbing it between his thumb and index finger. “
Hu'vria,
you are so beautiful. Please do not be angered."

I'd grown to accept the stupid changes of Kudzu hair and sparkly sheen. But he still needed a good ass-reaming. A little nervousness on his end only seemed fair. Throw in how his worry made him slightly more human. He could just wallow in his actions for awhile. “What does this word
hu'vria
mean?"

He inhaled sharply and grew serious. “My soul."

He calls me
his
soul
? How insulting is it going to be for me to question that point? And why should I care about insulting him when he changed me? “Okay, Beefcake, why do you call me your soul?"

His eyes pinched again in wonder as his head tilted slightly one direction. “Because you are. !Dakos mates are their souls."

My intuition squeezed my heart into hard coiled epiphany in my gut.

Time to listen up. Drum roll please... “What?"

"Because of our augmentations. Through the centuries, we've altered our bodies so much that we must have something in the system to keep our goals in check. To balance our drive to exist with our need to merely experience. You are my soul. My goddess."

Okay, way too many men were calling me a goddess these days.

My brain cells started firing like there was no tomorrow.

My gut snarled.

"You seem confused,” Flonn noted.

I shook my head and smiled. “No. Just ready to get dressed. I'm hungry. You didn't go eat without me. Did you?"

He grinned a brilliant sparkling grin. “No. Not without my,
hu'vria
."

Until I wrapped my brain around that title, I was going to need some major reflection time. That would have to wait until after I filled my belly. I donned my chastity suit. How oxy-moronic were the scraps of leather and chains labeled as a chastity suit given the thing promoted anything but chastity? I snorted and followed my big cyborg down the corridors.

Cyborg. Yes. Not machine. Even though he fancied himself some aspect of soulless. And I'm his freaking soul? Does that function amplify his awareness of reality enough to think twice about forcing women into becoming sex slaves and killing their male relatives in the process? My God! They wiped out Prall's population simply because Prall males didn't want to share.

Soul. I'm his soul. His conscience. Or his reminder to remember he's got a conscience. I can do that. Keep him under check. That is if he's got a wild hair to conquer or destroy civilizations.

This whole soul thing was the icing on my beefcake. The wrapper that noted these warriors weren't machines. The Order of the Marshals would want to know my assessment. Whether the Prall brothers agreed or not. And what was all the steak dinner stuff about? My last meal before walking the proverbial plank! I so needed to get my shit together.

Flonn led me into a rectangular space about half the size of a grocery store. Many metal tables filled the middle with one aisle left open down the middle and plenty of room for large cyborgs to walk around the perimeter. A few cyborgs looked up and watched us upon our entry.

Probably hadn't seen many women lately. After all, this was a prison.

"This way,
hu'vria
."

I kept by his side, not touching him. More for the fear the touch would lead to a ravenous frenzy of sex. Wherever we stood. But I kept my sight on the cyborgs.

Each had a tray with food. None wore shirts. Just tattoos of varying patterns. Geometric motifs. Nothing like the new tat on my mate. I slid my gaze to Flonn's latest decorative diversion.

A castle? Weird. I don't recall seeing any linear lines before. Maybe I was just angry or thinking too much about life? Issues? My freaking enhancements!

A castle is nice.

Kind of protective. Even a sanctuary. Were castles commonplace on Treusch? Especially one that looked so much like something European and medieval back home. “Flonn?"

He smiled and placed a hand at my lower back.

So warm and caring. M'yote was wrong.

"Yes,
huv'ria
?"

I pointed at his tattoo. “This castle. Is it somewhere here on your planet?"

"No,
huv'ria
. It's from yours."

Holy shit. They've
been
to Earth. “What?” I almost stuttered.

His gentle pressure at my lower back ushered me toward a stack of metal trays and a high counter with serving pans. “The nanites take a !Dakos warrior's idea of beauty and weave it into his mate. At the same time, they extract something from the mate's memories to sketch upon the !Dakos warrior's body. This is your mark, Theone. The mark of my soul.” He stopped me at the countertop, plopped a tray down before me, and pointed for me to help myself.

Maybe I was too stunned at the new revelation to realize I could finally eat.

Maybe.

But he had to be marked by me? The irony almost set me off in a fit of laughter. I turned to speak to him, to ask another question, opened my mouth, but forgot the point.

He touched a fingertip beneath my chin and smiled. “Let's eat,
huv'ria
. We can discuss my world when we sit at the table."

The man really shouldn't touch me. Everything just turns to mush in my body. My heart. My gut. My knees. My thoughts. It's even worse when he touches me and looks into my eyes with a thoughtful expression somewhere between adoration and happiness. I sidestepped and had enough sense about me to fill the compartments of my tray.

Whatever's in the compartments is news to me though.

We sat side-by-side with our backs distanced from the other watchful cyborgs.

"Why do they stare at me?” I asked.

"They are only curious.” He lifted a fork and pointed at a pile of green pieces of cooked vegetation on his tray. “These stems have little flavor. But most
huv'rias
prefer them to,” he pointed at a different section of his tray containing small bean-sized orange pieces in a thick glistening sauce, “the heat in
Lox
."

There are more women here? “Where are the
huv'rias
?"

He smiled gently. “In a few days, Theone, I'll take you to meet them. After
Mornaw
."

"
Mornaw
?"

"Our first days together. A time for growing and learning. The bonding time."

A honeymoon? Crazy. I fly across the universe, get abducted by gorgeous computerized warriors, am claimed by one, told I'm his soul, and spend tons of time getting used to being pampered by him in exchange for great sex. In a prison of all places. And there are other women? “So, how many other women will I be fortunate enough to call my friends?"

"Not many !Dakos warriors have mates with them here at the prison. We'd rather nurture our souls in places conducive to lifting a soul."

If that didn't make sense, I'd probably think it was corny. But Flonn could lift me any time. Heart, soul, and body. How? How does he pull all those things off when we just met? It's like we're soul mates or something. Soul mates?

My gut twisted.

Maybe intuition was trying to tell me something. But I couldn't figure it out gazing at my big sexy !Dakos warrior while he chewed. “Why aren't there many mates here at the prison?"