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  Wrath

  KT Aphrodisia

  Copyright © 2014 by KT Aphrodisia

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  Wrath

  A Hot Tropica Books Publication

  January 2014

  Copyright © 2014 KT Aphrodisia

  Cover illustration copyright © Hot Tropica Books

  ISBN: 9781310926037

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system-except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine, newspaper, or on the Web-without permission in writing from the publisher.

  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

  Published by: Hot Tropica Books

  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  Booklist

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  About the Author

  Excerpt from Trials by Fire and Ice

  Synopsis:

  He was bred to be a weapon—a trained killer.

  Trax Industries is doing illegal genetic modification to create the perfect soldier, mixing animals with humans into a completely new species. They keep these monsters locked up in a secure underground facility and conduct ongoing scientific tests in their research and development department. Test Subject 216 was one of the oldest, the strongest and the very first humans to live through the arduous process, and the physical changes the bio-chemical engineering entailed.

  Emma spent eight months in the secret research facility, working as a nurse taking blood and fluid samples and she is drawn to Number 216 in a way she can’t explain. She was told over and over again how dangerous it was to be left alone with the test subjects. Never get too close to them. Never trust them. They were stronger, faster and much more dangerous than the average human, but Number 216 is different than the others. He doesn’t growl or threaten her, and there is something else, something raw and primal she can feel. The first time she is alone with him and speaks to him, she names him Wrath. She wants to give him his humanity back and he demands very little in return. Just her body and to mate with her, despite the fact they are two different species.

  Man or beast she wants to breed with him too.

  WARNING: This 9000+ word book contains adult situations, graphic sexual encounters, dubious consent, inter-species breeding themes, and captive erotica. Some readers may find the subject of this book uncomfortable or unacceptable. All sexually active characters are over the age of 18 and the readers should also be.

  Previous Works

  Trials by Fire and Ice

  WRATH

  Chapter One

  Emma thumbed through her files for that day, assembling her specimen tray as she worked the paperwork. Each file contained a different test subject and different instructions. From some, she would need to get a tissue sample or blood work done. She was a registered nurse but around here she worked as a lab technician and made way better money than she had ever dreamed possible, but there were times she wondered if it was worth it. These test subjects weren’t human and they didn’t react like humans when she had to work on them either. They growled at her, lunged at her, would probably kill her if it weren’t for their restraints.

  She felt sorry for them, wanted to help them, but they didn’t trust or like her. She would probably feel the same in their shoes. Anybody who came through the door of the cells was an enemy. They treated everyone the same, growling and keeping defensive.

  Like every day, the scientists left instructions in each one of the test subject’s files. Every day was different around here, but it was always about the monsters. What Trax did to the human test subjects was truly shocking and just plain awful.

  These men were once human but what they did was awful. They created monsters.

  Emma never imagined anyone would be capable of the evil she saw behind those locked doors, and it was all secret. She didn’t know what she was really in for when she first started working for Trax Industries. What they were doing was illegal, immoral, and highly controversial gene splicing between unwilling human victims and animals. Their faces and bodies were permanently altered to become a completely different new species.

  It was crazy to see them, and walk into their holding cells. Every monster was different, taking unique traits from the animal they were spliced with. Some had tentacles, or beaks, or fur, or fangs.

  They introduced her slowly to the experiments, but it was still a shock.

  Emma stared at the pictures in their files in disbelief at first, but then in reality these creatures were so much bigger than a picture could ever show. The face was no longer human, and their facial structure contained fine details that were reminiscent of the animal that they had been matched with.

  Her fingers fumbled, and she stopped when she got to Number 216’s file. He was the oldest living specimen. He was one of the first men to survive the gene splicing. Some of these experiments had no parents and were the product of test tubes. He was different. She had been working with him since her very first day she was allowed down here. She was drawn to his animal magnetism. He wasn’t like the others. He never spoke to her, although she knew he could. The others were able to communicate. Perhaps they kept him too drugged?

  Or maybe he had lost any and all respect for humans. After all, he wasn’t even given a name, merely a number.

  It didn’t matter. She shouldn’t let it bother her but she wanted to help him. She wanted to be different from the others.

  A yellow Post-It-Note was stuck to his file on the inside next to her usual list. She pulled it off immediately after reading it, stunned by what she read.

  “They want a semen sample?”

  A security guard laughed at the doorway behind her.

  When she turned to give him a fierce glare, he immediately stiffened and pretended to ignore her, but the smirk was left on his face.

  “This can’t be right.” She grimaced and shook her head. The things they made her do in here rubbed her wrong. A bureaucracy like Trax had no morals or ethics, but they never failed to surprise her.

  The guards lips curled up in amusement. “What’s the matter? You can’t handle it?”

  “Of course, I can handle it.” She could handle anything. She just wasn’t sure how to collect it. There was the kill zone to consider. She would have to get within that space to be able to get it and then what? Was she supposed to beg him to give it to her? She could use a needle to retrieve the sample but that seemed so inhumane. Maybe she could talk him into helping her get the sample. The sperm banks had men masturbate to fill their cups.

  That is, if he did those kinds of thing. Even a beast like him had to have sexual needs and he was alone. His hand was probably the best company. Imagining him stroking his sexual member made her hot and uncomfortable.

  She grimaced and plunked a box of tissues, wet wipes, and a cup to collect it in her toolbox. She slammed it closed with a thud and lock
ed it. “Here’s to hoping he’ll be cooperative.”

  The guard at the door grinned. Steven was his name, she recalled. “Oh, I think he’ll cooperate all right. That boy likes you. You’re the only one he doesn’t growl at when you come in the room. I think he secretly wants to fuck you.”

  She shivered.

  “I told him that I knew what he wanted and he tried to take my head off.”

  Those words brought an unexpected weakness to her body. The attraction she felt for 216 was strong. It had been from the very first day she laid eyes on him in his cell. However it wasn’t something she wanted anyone else to know. The other employees may feel differently about the research and testing going on here, but these were still people. They had as much human in them as the she did and they deserved basic human rights and compassion just like she did.

  She hated the guard mocked 216 for liking her at all. What was wrong with being nice to each other? Was it wrong to think of them as something more than animals? The guard thought so, as did most of her fellow workers.

  Being sympathetic put her at a disadvantage. She couldn’t let anyone know she felt the way she did, or they may suspect her of helping the test subjects. If she looked weak, or sympathetic she may not make it out of the underground facility one day. Things happened to people who couldn’t follow orders or threatened to share secrets. People disappeared. She heard the gossip, and she believed it. If they could cover up the atrocities which are happening down here, they wouldn’t bat an eyelash at

  She rolled her eyes and stood up, scooting the chair across the stone floor with a screeching noise. “This has got to be a mistake. Have you seen Doctor Lee? I need to double check his orders.”

  The guard smile was cold and hard as he said, “He’s in his office.”

  She turned away and walked down the hall. Her heart was in her throat. She looked up at the security monitors and waved. This place was always being monitored. Every action of hers was studied. Every word recorded. She hated it, but as long as she kept to herself, she managed to survive from day to day.

  In her heart, she knew the orders were probably accurate. They treated the test subjects like animals, with no rights, as if they had no emotions, and no feelings. They gave them pain and watched them endure horrible tests. They poked and prodded them, using the results for case studies and justified it by developing chemicals, and medicine for the army and for sale to the general public, but it wasn’t worth the hell these poor creatures had to endure. There was still a part of them that were intelligent even if they looked like animals on the outside. They could speak, and had the ability to reason. That must be why it felt so wrong. If Trax justified using them the way they did, what was to stop them from caging her and using her to experiment on? They had no right to hurt these creatures, but as long as no one was the wiser, the company Trax never got in trouble and their experiments would never get shut down. They did everything to these creatures. They treated them like lab rats. They gave them no choices and kept them under lock and key. It was just wrong. It was completely cruel and someday Emma hoped to put a stop to it, but she had no idea how or when that would happen. Honestly, the risk she would have to take scared her to her core. She could be beaten, locked up in a cage just like these beasts, or even killed. If they found out how she really felt, she would not be working here much longer.

  It only took one person to open this kind of thing up to the public, one person to make a difference, but first she had to get to get proof and smuggling it out of this place would be difficult if not impossible.

  A big part of her wanted to quit, but how could she do that when she knew about the atrocities going on behind closed doors?

  Emma was afraid, but she had to keep up the farce and make them believe her ties and loyalties remained with Trax Industries. If she did that she could see the experiments were treated as gently and kindly as possible while she was here, and maybe one day be presented with an opportunity to really make a difference in their lives and help them gain freedom.

  In the meanwhile, she had to continue to try and do a good job so she could gain access to the kind of information that could blow the roof off of Trax’s secret prison and torture facility.

  It only took one person to make a difference, and she believed it was going to be her.

  She squared her shoulders and buzzed the intercom next to the office door of her supervisor. A second later, he answered. “Hello?”

  “Dr. Lee? It’s Emma. I have a question for you? Can I come in?”

  A buzzing sounded and the lock clicked unlocked. She pushed it open and walked inside.

  The doctors had access to many areas she didn’t. She often wondered how much more there was to this facility. How many more victims did the facility hide within its concrete walls? It was wrong on so many levels. She needed to do something but at the moment she was at the bottom of the bureaucracy. She was being tested and watched closely.

  Dr. Lee was at his desk working over a stack of papers, and he didn’t look up when she entered. He was older, but his age wasn’t shown in his smooth olive skin. He had short gray hair and steel grey eyes. It was an odd combination for an oriental but she imagined he was of mixed descent to get those unique features. “What can I do for you, Ms. Hunt?”

  “I, umm, just had a question about the orders that were left in the files this morning.”

  “Oh?” He looked up. His gaze was intense on her.

  “Yes, sir.” She licked her lips and continued shuffling nervously. It had to be a mistake. “It’s about one of the specimens you want me to collect.”

  “Yes? I left very specific orders. What’s the problem, Ms. Hunt?”

  “Yes, well, it’s about 216. I saw the note about the semen sample.”

  “Yes?”

  She was suddenly struck with the fact, this was no error.

  “Well, I was thinking there had to be a mistake.”

  Dr. Lee set down his pen. The harsh look on his face shared his irritation at being disrupted. “I assure you there was no mistake.”

  She had collected countless samples before, mouth swabs, blood samples, but this? Why would they want his seed? The thought struck her as odd, but of course it never dawned on her they would want to reproduce his species, or even find out if it was possible. She shook her head and held her lab kit with both hands in front of her. “I don’t understand.”

  “What’s there to understand, Ms. Hunt?”

  That wasn’t a question he expected her to answer. She clenched her lips and stared back at him.

  “You collect the samples. We use them in our experiments.”

  “But a semen sample is going to be hard to get,” she explained.

  He smiled as if she was an imbecile he had to make things very simple for. “Just do whatever you have to do to get it.”

  “Number 216 won’t cooperate with this kind of test.”

  “He never does. We’ve tried bringing in females for him before and he refuses to mate them, even by force. He’s uncooperative and just, ugh, mean. We still need his sperm.”

  “So you can try to do an implantation into the females later?” It sounded horrible, being bred like a prized cow. Emma couldn’t hold back her grimace but then she never had a real good poker face.

  “I am sure, you will find a way.”

  “But—”

  “Just be creative.”

  “Dr. Lee, I can’t do this.”

  “Are you saying you aren’t up to your job? When I hired you I thought I hired a professional. Are you saying I need to replace you Ms. Hunt?” It was a threat.

  “No.” All the fight went out of her like a popped balloon.

  “I could send a few men from security to restrain him if you have any other issues.” Dr. Lee’s brows drew down in a frown and lines creased his forehead.

  She sighed deeply knowing it would make matters even worse if that happened. He would fight if there were men to fight against. It was best if she went in al
one and tried to gain his trust. She wasn’t sure it would work, but it would be the kindest way to collect the semen sample. “No, let me do it alone. I’ll take care of it.”

  Emma wasn’t sure how, but she would find a way. Dr. Lee’s eyes were on her as she left the room. She could do this. She wasn’t sure how, but it would work out. If she had to request the armed security team help, it would only mean embarrassment and full body restraints for number 216. He was always in chains, but the security guards measures were harsher than she wanted him to have to submit to. If she talked nicely, maybe he would be nice back. So far, he had not harmed her.

  Stress was getting to her and making her stupid.

  Who was she kidding? She was going to get hurt this time and no one was going to come to her rescue. She’d seen the feral, half wild look in 216’s eyes before. She wasn’t about to kid herself. This was dangerous. He could snap her neck in a New York minute. Those chains were nothing to his species. He could snap them if he went ballistic and she would be entering the kill zone to take this sample even if he was willing to let her use the syringe. She was in trouble and way over her head today.

  She punched her code into the security door and it slid open. Immediately, she saw him across the room. He wore a baby blue jumpsuit, much like a prisoner would wear in jail. His nostrils flared as she entered, but he didn’t move his head. She felt his primal energy and it was extremely male. He may have looked like a beast, his sharp jaw bones were contorted with details that reminded her of a canine. His lips lifted and sharp incisors framed his mouth.

  That could have been a smile or warning. She hoped it was friendly.