The Breed (10 page)

“Very good,” he murmured, finally beginning
to move. “Now look at me, Lexie. Watch me while I fuck you and come
in you. Watch me while I make you mine—even if it’s only once.”

I didn’t think I could have looked away even
if I’d wanted to. And strangely, I didn’t. I wanted to look in his
eyes, wanted to see the expression on his face while he took
me—while he bred me.

I’d expected him to be rough an angry but he
was just the opposite. His thrusts into my pussy were long and
gentle and slow. After all my shame and angst, I found that
actually having Lukas inside me, filling me with his cock, wasn’t
terrible at all. In fact, it was good—wonderful. Though I didn’t
want to admit it, it felt
right.
As though we belonged
together. As though Lukas was the missing piece of my soul I’d been
looking for for years without ever knowing it.

This wasn’t fucking at all, I realized after
awhile, it was making love.

“Lexie,” he whispered hoarsely as he moved
inside me. “God, Lexie, I’m close but I don’t want this to be over.
Can you come for me? Come for me while I fill you up?”

“Yes,” I whispered back and for some reason I
felt tears stinging my eyes. I blinked them away. “Yes, I…I’m close
too.”

“Good.” Bending his head he took my mouth in
a passionate kiss that made my spine arch and my hips work harder
to match his rhythm. Yes, even though my intention had been to just
lie there and take it, I was helpless to resist him. And even
though Lukas was fucking me, I was fucking him back—taking
everything he had to give and giving back some of my own.

When Lukas finally broke the kiss I could
tell he was right on the edge. “Lexie,” he murmured, looking at me.
“There’s one more thing I want you to say. When you come, I want
you to tell me you love me. Can you do that? Even if it’s a
lie?”

“Oh Lukas…” I whispered. I wanted to say the
words but somehow they wouldn’t come.

Lukas must have taken my indecision for a
‘no’ because his face changed suddenly. “Fine,” he growled harshly.
Suddenly he was shoving himself into me, thrusting deep and hard
and fast, making me gasp and writhe in a combination of pleasure
and pain as he fucked me as hard as he could.

“Lukas,
please!”
I begged but he
didn’t even pause.

“Get ready, little sister,” he snarled.
“Because I’m going to come deep in your pussy. Maybe even plant a
baby or two deep in that sweet little belly of yours.”

His words both horrified and aroused me in
such a confusing way I didn’t know how to react. My body knew,
though. His rough actions and rougher words seemed to do something
to me, to flip some switch inside me. Suddenly I felt the pleasure
that had been building steadily inside me build to a roaring
climax.

As it crashed over me like a tidal wave, I
heard myself moaning, my back arching, my toes curling with the
strength of my orgasm. At the same time, I felt Lukas reaching his
own peak. Thrusting into me as deeply as he could, he pressed the
broad head of his cock hard against the mouth of my womb. And then
I felt him coming.

This was nothing like what I had experienced
with previous lovers. But then, I had always made them wear a
condom. Lukas was bareback fucking me, pushing his naked cock into
my open, unprotected pussy and coming in me, filling me completely
with his hot, incestuous seed.

I moaned involuntarily as I felt spurt after
spurt deep inside me. God, I didn’t know it was possible for any
man to come this much. He had promised earlier to fill me until I
was overflowing—dripping—with his cum. Now I could see it had been
no idle threat. Lukas really was doing the best he could to make me
pregnant—to make me his.

He wasn’t just fucking me—he was
breeding
me. There was no other way to describe what was
going on between my big brother and me at that moment. No way to
sugarcoat it or try to hide the truth. I was lying on my bed with
my legs spread wide and my brother between them. I had his cock
deep in my pussy and his cum was leaking from my freshly fucked
cunt.

I was never going to be the same again.

“Get off me,” I whispered in a trembling
voice when he finally stopped spasming inside me. I could feel some
spasms of my own going on, the remnants of my intense orgasm
causing my pussy to grip him hard, as though trying to milk the
last creamy drops of his cum deep into me. It felt so good, so
soothing inside me. For the first time in forever I didn’t ache
inside—didn’t hurt. It felt good…right in some way I couldn’t
define, even to myself. I pushed the feeling away.
God, what
is
wrong
with me? I just let my own
brother fuck me and come in me. There’s nothing remotely right
about that.

I shoved at Lukas’s broad shoulders when he
seemed reluctant to get up, urging him again. “Please,” I
whispered. “Please, Lukas, get off me…out of me.”

A pained expression came over his handsome
face but then he simply nodded. “All right. I’m sorry.”

I was sorry too, although for what I couldn’t
say. My thoughts were too jumbled, too chaotic to make meaningful
conversation about what had just happened between us.

Lukas pulled out of me at last and I felt an
immediate sense of loss. It was almost as if my body was calling
him back, begging him to stay inside me, holding me and breeding me
all night long.
Not finished,
whispered a little voice in my
head.
This isn’t finished yet.

Yes, it is,
I insisted to myself as
Lukas got dressed. I knew I should get up and go wash his seed out
of me but I just couldn’t make myself move. Instead I curled into a
ball in the middle of the bed, so filled with confusing,
conflicting emotions I could barely breathe.

“I’ll go now,” Lukas said, his deep voice
heavy with sadness. “Now that I’ve bred you, your heat should be
over by tomorrow. You can start drinking the tea again then.”

“What…what about you?” I whispered, looking
up at him. “What are you going to do, Lukas?”

“Don’t worry about me.” He gave a bitter
laugh. “I think it’s safe to say I’ll never bother you again.”

“Lukas—” I sat up and put out a hand to him
but he wouldn’t take it. He only shook his head.

“I have to go. Have a nice life, Lexie.”

I sank back down on the bed, my eyes filling
with tears. God, what was wrong with me? I used to be so cold, so
logical. Now I felt like an emotional little girl who couldn’t stop
crying…stop feeling…stop caring. It was just as well that Lukas had
rejected my hand, I told myself. After all, what was I going to do?
Pull him back down on the bed with me? Spread my legs for him and
beg him to do it again?

No, of course not!
I told myself
uneasily. But I couldn’t stop the nagging feeling of incompletion
that was buzzing in my head like a persistent fly. Something wasn’t
right—my body could feel it even if my mind didn’t know what it
was.

Lukas must have felt it too because he
lingered for a moment, his face filled with longing. Then he sighed
and turned to go.

“Lukas,” I whispered one more time but he
only shook his head. In the doorway to the bedroom, he stood for a
long moment, his broad back to me.

“I love you,” he said at last, still not
looking. “Please always remember that, Lexie, no matter what
happens. I love you.”

And then he was gone.

The next morning I sat at the breakfast table
and looked at the steaming cup of my mother’s special tea. The
sharp herbal smell, once so evocative of good times and happy
memories, now made me feel sick. I kept thinking of how Lukas said
I had been robbed of my rightful emotions. If I drank the tea would
I go back to not feeling again? To being a cold, logical business
woman who had no interest in sex or emotion?

I suspected that I would. But drinking the
tea was the only was to keep my heat from coming back. My nipples
were still tender, but not nearly as much as before. The golden,
sticky honey still flowed from them, but now the flow was more like
a slow drip. My pussy felt better too—I could even cross my legs
again without wincing.

And all that was due to Lukas. It was his cum
inside me that had soothed the pain, the dreadful ache that
consumed me before he came back into my life.
But Lukas isn’t
here anymore,
whispered a little voice in my head.
He’s gone
and he’s not coming back. You drove him away so drink the tea,
Lexie. Because there’s no way you can deal with another heat all by
yourself. There’s no one to help you, no one and nothing but that
damn tea. So go on, take a big swig of it and enjoy the rest of
your life alone.

I lifted the cup again and put its rim to my
lips. The bitter scent of the herbs made my stomach ball into a
knot but I told myself there was no other way. Even if it made me
sick I had to drink…

A soft chiming sound from my phone gave me a
welcome distraction. Hastily I put down the steaming cup and
grabbed for the phone. “Hello? Lukas?” I said hopefully.

“Lexie? It’s just me.” Sylvia’s pragmatic
voice in my ear brought me crashing back down to Earth. “Is your
brother in town?” she asked. “That’s his name, isn’t it?
Lukas?”

“Uh, yes. That’s him.” Sylvia had never
actually met my brother though she knew of his reputation as the
black sheep of the family. “He’s uh…he’s been visiting,” I said,
feeling my cheeks heat with shame. I was glad we always used audio
calls instead of vid conferencing. If my friend could see me now
she’d know something was wrong for sure.

“I see.” She was quiet for a moment, as
though thinking. Then she sighed. “Look Lexie, I called you because
I have some more information about Breeders.”

“There’s more?” I said dully. “I thought you
already told me everything that was important. All about their
reproductive cycles and how the female has two fertilized eggs and
one becomes a male and one female and they’re a mated pair…” Just
talking about it made me feel a sick sense of longing for my older
brother. God, what was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just get over
him?

“Yes, yes, but that last part bothered me,”
Sylvia said, breaking into my train of thought. “I couldn’t help
wondering why there weren’t more genetic anomalies. How could the
Breeders constantly mate brother to sister and never have mutations
or deformities?”

“I don’t know. How?” I said, listlessly.

“I called my colleague—the one who had done
his doctorate in Breeder biology,” she explained. “And he told me
something extraordinary. Once the female’s two eggs are fertilized,
the DNA in the male egg actually
mutates
. You’re not going
to believe this, Lexie, but the genes shift until the configuration
is completely different from that of the female egg.”

“Sylvia, please.” I sighed and ran a hand
through my hair. “You know I got a degree in business. I understand
what you’re saying but I really don’t grasp the significance. What
are you trying to tell me?”

“I’m trying to say that even though the male
and female Breeder are born from the same mother, they are not
really related.”

“Wait a minute.” My heart was suddenly
pounding and my hands were trembling. “Are you saying that even
though they’re born as brother and sister they’re not
actually
siblings?”

“Not on a genetic level,” Sylvia said
promptly. “Which, scientifically speaking, is the only level that
counts.”

“Oh my God!” I wanted to shout the words but
they came out as more of a whisper. “How can this be?” I asked my
friend. “How…I don’t…don’t understand.”

“Apparently it’s a fairly standard
reproductive mutation on Breedlow,” she said calmly. “Other plants
and animals there employ the same kind of biology. It’s an
evolutionary failsafe—designed to keep the species from dying off.
That’s why they have no extinction on Breedlow. Actually, their
biology is far superior to ours but we’ve set ourselves up as the
superior species simply because our culture is more advanced.”

“God…” I whispered. I felt weak in the knees
and I was still having difficulty grasping the implications of her
words. Lukas
wasn’t
my brother after all. Not genetically.
Our DNA was completely different.

“
I’m your mate,”
I heard his deep
voice murmur softly in my head.
“We were meant to be
together.”

“Lexie? Lexie?” Sylvia’s voice finally cut
through my jumbled thoughts and I had a feeling she had been trying
to get through for some time.

“Yes?” I whispered, coming back to myself.
“What is it, Sylvia?”

“There’s one more thing you ought to know,”
she said softly. “Once the male and female have, ah-hem, have bred,
they are linked for life. There is no divorce or separation on
Breedlow—the male and female pairs are biologically connected in
ways that make them impossible to separate.”

My stomach began to knot up again. “What
happens if they do get separated?”

“That depends,” Sylvia said carefully. “The
female might survive—if her first heat has passed. But the
male…”

“What about the male?” I asked, my heart
thumping. “What about him, Sylvia?
Tell
me.”

“The ramifications can be severe,” she said
reluctantly. “Especially if the first breeding wasn’t long
enough.”

“How…” I could barely get the words out. “How
long is long enough?”

“In some cases it can take up to seventy-two
hours,” Sylvia said. “During that time the couple breeds again and
again, almost never separating. It’s a biological imperative to
make certain the male’s seed is implanted in the female’s
womb.”

God!
I put a hand to my head. No
wonder
I’d felt incomplete when Lukas had left me. That
feeling that we weren’t finished—it was my body telling me that our
breeding was only beginning. My own ache had been soothed but
Lukas…his cycle was just starting. And I had cut him off, sent him
away before his body had nearly enough of mine.