New Species 11 True (32 page)

Her lips curved upward. “Do we need to? You go down on me.
Fair is fair.”

“Um…” He had a hard time speaking with Jeanie’s mouth so
close to his dick and him more than aware of where she’d licked him. He
throbbed in her hand, another thing he was painfully conscious of. “That’s not
a good idea.”

“Why not?” She didn’t appear frightened, just confused.

“Species males shoot hard when their semen releases and you
know I swell at the base.”

“So I’ll just play with you for a while.”

“You’re trying to kill me,” he blurted out. What he said
registered and he wanted to groan in regret. He knew she wasn’t actually trying
to murder him but he worried she’d think that’s what he was accusing her of. “I
mean, my control isn’t that great. I’ve never tested myself this way before.”

Her head tilted a little and her eyes narrowed as she
studied his face. “Are you telling me no one has ever gone down on you?”

He could feel heat rushing to his face. She couldn’t hide
that she thought it was either bizarre or unusual. That was the last thing he
wanted his mate to think. It was a little embarrassing. “Species females don’t
do that.”

She grinned. “I’m going to be your first? Well, lie back and
enjoy. Try not to pull my hair, okay?”

“Jeanie,” he warned softly, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

She licked her lips. “I think it’s a great idea. I just have
to stop before you come. Got it. Just give me warning.”

He opened his mouth to protest but she lowered her face and
all he could do was suck in air sharply when pleasure struck as she took him
into her mouth. The sensation was different, highly enjoyable, and he just
collapsed onto his back with his eyes closed as she moved, caressing him with
her tongue and lips while applying suction.

“Jeanie,” he snarled, clawing at the bedding instead of her.
“Oh. You…I…” He couldn’t even form words and the ones he got out didn’t make
sense.
Stop trying to talk
, he ordered himself.

Every draw of her mouth along his shaft was pure ecstasy.
The feel of her tongue against the top of his dick made him want to howl. He
wanted to express how much he enjoyed it but it was torture at the same time.
It was too intense, felt too good and he realized he was about to blow apart
when his balls tightened. He wanted to fill her with his seed but knew he might
harm her so he reached down and grabbed her shoulders, hoping he didn’t use too
much force, to break the contact between them.

He rolled, pinning her under him as he moved down enough for
his knees to slide off the bed. He hit the carpet a little too hard but didn’t
care. She was bare. There was nothing to stop him from loving his mate as he
reached between them to run his thumb along the seam of her sex. She was wet
and ready.

Thank you
, he managed to think, knowing he’d take her
anyway since the need to be inside her was too strong to stop at that point.
True was just happy he wouldn’t have to do something she might think was rude
like hauling her over to the nightstand to grab lotion to dump on his dick to
make sure there wasn’t too much friction.

He backed up, glancing at her face once to make sure he hadn’t
scared her. She appeared a little stunned but otherwise fine. He flipped her
over onto her stomach. One knee shoved her legs apart when he yanked her over
the edge of the mattress until she was bent at the waist over it and his
painfully engorged dick didn’t even need help finding the right spot when he
glanced down and adjusted his hips to line up their sexes.

He drove into her. She was wet enough to take him with one
thrust. Her pussy was tight and he hoped he hadn’t taken her too fast but he
couldn’t stop. He curled around her, pinning her tightly beneath him but making
sure his upper body weight didn’t make breathing impossible. Her loud moan was
heaven to his ears as he began to move.

He couldn’t slow down. He was too close to coming,
completely wild with it. Jeanie moaned louder, her hands grabbing hold of his
forearms, which held her trapped under him, and her nails dug into his skin. It
didn’t matter if she drew blood as long as she seemed to be enjoying the sex.

Her pussy grew hotter and wetter, tighter as he furiously
fucked her, snarling a warning that he was close. No words were spoken, he
couldn’t form them, but he hoped she knew what he was trying to convey. She
bucked under him, crying out his name and he prayed it was out of pleasure
instead of pain because that’s all it took to send him over the edge of need,
straight into absolute bliss.

His seed marked her as he threw back his head and emptied
everything he had deep inside his mate. True lost all sense of time as he
slowly recovered. His breathing leveled off and he realized Jeanie was panting
under him.

“Did I hurt you?” He was afraid of the answer.

She laughed, her body shaking a little. “Wow!”

He remembered her injury. “Your stomach. I’m so sorry.”

Her head turned and she grinned at him. “I’m fine. I’m
great. That was oh-my-god hot.”

He studied her eyes, looking for signs of pain but didn’t
see any. He lifted up some, wishing he wasn’t locked inside her body, and just
sat back on his folded legs with her on his lap. He curved around her enough to
get a look down at her belly to see the healing injury. No blood marred her
skin. He relaxed, hugging her.

“Let’s wait until you’re completely better to see what snaps
my control next time.”

She pressed her back against his chest, lifted her arms and
her hands curved around the top of his shoulders as she grinned. “Let’s not. I
don’t regret that in the least.”

“I was too rough and didn’t remember you were hurt. I just
love taking you doggy style.”

“I love that position too.” She chuckled. “Love is an
understatement.”

He dropped his head and buried his face against her neck,
breathing in her wonderful scent. Just holding her and knowing she wasn’t
harmed was a huge relief. He had lost control, hadn’t thought of anything
beyond joining them and part of him felt as if he’d let his mate down. Her
welfare came before his needs.

“Can we do that again?” Her request stunned him as he
stiffened. He lifted his head to stare at her. “Really. You have a fast
recovery.” She released his shoulder and pointed up at the bed. “Instead of
doggy style, maybe we can do it flat on top of the bed, though, this time, like
we did before. Less rub against my stomach. It doesn’t hurt but let’s not push
it.”

His mate was really something. He was certain now that he
hadn’t been too rough or harmed her. “We can do that.”

True jerked, unsure what woke him. He turned his head to
glance at the clock on the nightstand. It was just after four in the morning.
Jeanie peacefully slept, curled in his arms. He carefully withdrew and got to
his feet, padded across the floor, and found his discarded pants. The cell
phone in the pocket revealed no new texts. He frowned, realizing it hadn’t been
the cause.

He listened, straining for any noise, but didn’t hear
anything. He turned, walked into the bathroom and used it. One glance at Jeanie
on the bed assured him she slept on as he quietly opened a dresser drawer to
remove a pair of sweats. He donned them quickly and decided to do a security
check throughout the house.

There was no need to turn on lights. His night vision
allowed him to see everything quite clearly. He entered the guest bedroom and
glanced around. Nothing was disturbed. He moved down the hallway, stopped in
the spare bathroom then moved on to the living room. He was on his way to the
dining room when a soft tap caught his attention. He swung his head around,
identified where the noise had come from. It took mere seconds to reach one of
the front windows and yank back the curtain.

He relaxed as he realized the tree was the source. As the
wind blew, one branch brushed against the eaves above the window. He released
the curtain and backed away. A slight metal creak made him spin, his instincts
going on alert. It could be someone outside or just the strong breeze creating
more sounds but he wouldn’t return to bed until he was certain.

True crept toward the hallway again, inhaling the scents
around him. Nothing seemed out of place or odd. The aroma of the dinner Jeanie
had cooked lingered, her scent and his, and he could even detect the bath salts
she’d used earlier. He paused in front of the bedroom door, checking on her.
She slept in the same position.

Thump.
He growled low, stalking down the hallway and
back into the living room. He paused there, scanning the room and inhaling
again. An odd smell teased his nose, something he couldn’t place. It smelled of
artificial outdoors. The slight itch in his nose assured him that the scent was
off, wasn’t from a real tree, but he couldn’t place the type.

His peripheral vision detected movement and drew his
attention. His heart rate accelerated as he saw the closet door slowly move. He
reached for his phone, glanced down and wished it were a weapon. The screen lit
up at his touch and he texted three words to Darkness.

Send
help now.

He shoved the phone into his pocket and decided he wouldn’t
go for the weapon in the bedroom as he tensed, prepared to attack anyone who
stepped out of the closet. The door stopped moving and he strained to hear the
sounds of breathing but nothing happened. He advanced, moving stealthily. He
paused and then jerked the closet door open wide, prepared to fight.

His eyes adjusted to the darker interior but saw nothing. It
was empty. He frowned but then a slight breeze touched his skin. His gaze
lifted and he stepped closer, staring up at the ceiling in the closet. A square
hole was open. The attic beyond was pitch dark. He was certain he would have
noticed the missing attic access panel when he’d done the earlier walk-through
inspection. The artificial tree scent was stronger in that area.

What the hell?

A very slight noise startled him. It sounded as if someone
inhaled deeply. He turned his head as a dark shape rose from behind the couch.
It appeared human, though somewhat rounded, dressed in all black, and it wore
strange glasses. He’d seen those before at task force headquarters. It sank in
that the night-vision goggles gave the human the ability to see as well, if not
better, than he could. A howl of rage tore from his lips as he lunged, going
for the threat.

Four sharp jabs of pain struck his chest as he reached the
couch, prepared to dive over it to tackle the human. His body failed to do his
bidding, going limp instead, and he slammed into the piece of furniture. His
momentum carried him forward as he crashed into the couch when he fell, tipping
it over. He rolled onto the floor and stayed there.

His body felt heavy and he couldn’t move his arms or legs.
He howled inside his mind as he fought the drugs. Jeanie was in danger. His
mate needed him. Somehow he found the strength to push up from the floor.

“Fucking tough bastard, aren’t you?” The voice belonged to a
male.

Two more sharp darts embedded in his flesh, sinking into his
back near his shoulder blades. He collapsed but managed to suck in one more
lungful of air.

“RUN!” He roared that word before his face smashed into the
carpet.

He tried to lift up again, fighting hard to stay conscious.
His mate was unprotected. The drug in his system made him really lightheaded.
He tried to shake it off but couldn’t get his arms to move again. He did manage
to open his eyes and watched from where he lay sprawled on the carpet as the
human in dark clothing rushed across the room to the front door and unlocked
it. Another figure entered.

“Goddamn it, is that what you call quiet? You dumb fuck,”
another male complained in a soft tone. “They probably heard that all the way
to the gatehouse.”

“Those animals have great hearing but not that good. We’re
inside and it’s too far away. Besides we’ll be long gone before anyone knows we
were here.”

“What about the damn neighbors? They might have heard. If
one of them lives next door, he might hear something. Let’s go. We don’t have
time to argue. I knew I should have been the one to breach the house.”

“Like you could wiggle through the attic vent. Just calm
your ass down. You heard our boss. Nobody knows about those tunnels. They’d
never expect anyone to be able to get this far inside Homeland.”

“Let’s move. Where is the woman?”

“I don’t know. The animal must have heard me crawling around
up there. He came out and caught me right after I dropped down. I shot him with
six darts. Tough motherfucker.”

“Move and stop yammering. We have to grab the bitch and bug
out. We’re supposed to get her and be back within ten minutes. Stick to the
plan.”

True watched them helplessly as they rushed toward the back
of the house and down the hallway, heading toward Jeanie. A door slammed before
they were out of sight and he heard wood smash. He blacked out.

RUN! The howl pierced her sleep. Jeanie jerked awake and
bolted upright in the dark bedroom. There was no mistaking that bellow or the
snarled tone.
True!
She reached behind her but her hand only found warm
sheets. Her heart raced. She was instantly afraid.

Lights came on in the house next door. She could see it
faintly through the curtains and turned her head in that direction. It hadn’t
been just a dream. The sound must have been real. For a split second she was
torn between rushing out there to see what was wrong and doing exactly what he
had yelled for her to do. He wouldn’t say that to anyone else.

A door closed and she heard soft voices. She slid out of bed
and bent, grabbing at the first thing she found on the floor—a shirt. Her hands
shook as she got the shirt on over her head and pulled it down. A loud thump
sounded down the hall, almost as if something had fallen over. She wondered
what was going on.

Jeanie rushed at the bedroom door and slammed it closed,
twisting the lock. The door was solid but it wouldn’t keep anyone out if they
kicked it down. She frantically glanced at the dresser on the wall near the
door and grabbed hold of the back edge. Terror made her stronger than normal as
she yanked hard and felt it give. She jumped back so it didn’t crush her toes
when it landed front down. She spun, grabbed the solid chair from the other
corner and lifted it. Her back protested but she dropped it into the space
between the door and the fallen dresser to fill in the gap.

It wouldn’t stop someone from getting in but it would slow
them down. She backed up, unsure if she should try to hide or climb out a
window. A body slamming into the door from the hallway decided it for her. She
rushed into the bathroom and slammed that door, locking it too. Wood splintered
as someone applied something heavy as they attempted to batter through the
bedroom door.

“Oh god.” She flipped on the light, frantically searching
for a weapon. She had a hard time thinking as someone cursed loudly—not
True—and she realized they sounded too close to still be in the hallway or at
least had managed to get the door open enough to see what was blocking it.

She grabbed the glass shower door and opened it wide,
putting it in the path of the bathroom door and grabbed a bottle of shampoo.
Her hands shook as she grappled with the lid and just threw it on the floor by
the door when she got it open. It poured out on the tile. She reached for the
body lotion next, doing the same.

The conditioner was too far away without having to step
inside so she just backed up, saw the window and lunged. Her hands shook as she
worked on the lock but finally managed to get it to twist. She pushed hard and
the window swung outward.

“HELP!” she shouted as she tried to climb up and out.

The bathroom door exploded inward and she screamed, scraping
her knees and hands in the process but just shoved forward and fell outside.
She wasn’t even sure how far the fall was but she landed on grass in the blink
of an eye.

“Ahhhh!” a guy screamed before a loud crash sounded in the
bathroom. Glass shattered, followed by what sounded like a heavy body slamming
into the cabinets.

It compelled her to push up, ignoring the pain in the leg
she’d landed on, to stand. She glanced around, knowing the backyard was totally
fenced with a block wall but Justice North lived on the left side. She just
forgot which way that was for a few seconds as she limped along.

For good measure she sucked in air and screamed again just
in case they hadn’t heard her the first few times. The lights beckoned to her
over the wall, assuring her she was heading in the right direction.

“Fucking bitch,” someone cursed behind her a second before
an arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her off her feet.

She fought, trying to reach back and claw his face. Her fingers
hit some kind of metal, as if he were wearing an apparatus on his forehead. His
other hand slapped over her mouth and he squeezed her so hard around her middle
it made her hiss in pain.

“Shut up or I’ll snap your neck. Stop fighting. I’ll take
you alive or leave you dead.”

He twisted around hard. Her feet arched out from the force
and she lost the ability to breathe. He was crushing her stomach and it hurt
her injury as if she’d just been shot all over again. He crouched, slamming her
into the yard.

“Where the fuck is it?”

She stared at the lights next door but couldn’t make a
sound. A large form dropped next to them. “Right corner of the side yard. It’s
hidden behind the air-conditioner unit.”

“Let’s get out of here. They are going to be all over this
place.”

“I’m going to kill her,” the other guy promised. “That bitch
dumped shit all over the floor and I think I busted my ass when I slipped. My
foot is all fucked up from going through part of that sink thing.”

“Whine later.”

He lifted up but kept bent forward somewhat, dragging her
along as she struggled to breathe. His hand moved as he ran, just enough for
her to drag in air through her nose. They rounded the house on the right side
of the yard where it was darkest.

“Right over here,” the other one whispered. “It’s hidden
under the fake grass they laid over the grate.”

What grate?

The guy holding her froze and hissed against her ear. “One
sound and I leave your corpse.”

She believed him. Her eyes adjusted enough to watch as the
other man bent and pulled back a section of the artificial grass near the air-conditioning
unit. She saw concrete there and what appeared to be some kind of drainage
grille. The man lifted it and set it aside.

“Take her down first and I’ll make sure I put it back. They
won’t find it.”

Jeanie was worried they were right. She’d walked around the
backyard once and never would have known it was there. The man holding her
crouched again, forcing her to do the same as his heavy body folded against
hers. He pinned her with his legs and released her middle. The hand left her
face and she sucked in a good amount of air to fill her lungs. She didn’t get
the chance to scream.

Something was painfully shoved into her mouth and her hair
was pulled as he tied the gag with a vicious yank. Tears of pain blinded her as
she blinked them back and then he was pushing her, forcing her to crawl toward
the open hole.

Her hands hurt, reminding her that she’d scraped them. It
was almost natural to try to protect her injured palms but then she remembered
what True had said about her blood. She hoped they were injured enough to bleed
but it was too dark to see. She slid them across the fake grass to make sure
she left as much scent as possible, then on the concrete until the jerk behind
her shoved hard against her lower back. She tumbled headfirst into the dark
hole.

The fall was terrifying and she tensed, believing she’d slam
into more concrete. All she could do was throw her arms up and try to protect
her face and head. It came as a shock when she landed in cold water. Her head
went under and she hit something hard a few feet down. Pain stunned her,
rendering her immobile.

The man fisted her hair and she was yanked upward until air
hit her face. An arm wrapped around her waist and lifted, digging into her middle.
She couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black. She was soaking wet, coughing
and choking on the gag and had water in her nose.