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  It was hard to tell with these experiments. She entered the chambers, purposefully staying behind the red line painted on the perimeter of the floor. That was the kill zone. It had been drilled into her how unsafe it was to cross that without securing him further, and she would have to do it eventually but she wanted to put him at ease first. She set the lab kit on a wheeled table and opened the lid. “Hi.”

  He didn’t respond, but his eyes devoured her.

  She cleared her throat, knowing he wasn’t likely to talk to her at all. He never did before. He turned his face and she saw the purple welt beneath his eye.

  “Oh shit, you’re hurt.” Compassion flooded her heart. She didn’t think. She just reacted and before she knew it she was beside him—touching him. His cheek muscles flinched as her fingers traced the bruised flesh. “How’d this happen?”

  He didn’t respond, didn’t act like he was hurt at all, but instead inhaled the scent of her deeply. His wide eyes flared with intensity and heat and she felt an unbelievable pressure rise in her belly. She pushed it down, trying to pretend it wasn’t there. He wasn’t going to answer her question. He never did talk back to her. In her heart, she knew what happened. He didn’t have to explain. This place was evil and some people took great pleasure out of giving other people pain and making them suffer.

  Emma wished she could shut it down.

  “I wish you’d talk to me. Tell me who did this to you. I’d make them pay. This isn’t right, 216.”

  His lips closed into a tightlipped grimace.

  Yeah, he didn’t trust her to help. He’d been hurt too many times by humans just like her.

  If their positions were switched she wasn’t sure she would trust herself either. “I’m sorry. For whatever its worth I don’t think this is right.” She had been touching his face the entire time, and been unaware of it. His face was covered in soft fur and she liked the way it felt against her fingertips. She pulled away self consciously and whispered, “I think you’re going to be fine. I’ll get you some ice though. It should keep the swelling down.”

  His kind healed faster than humans. They moved faster, were stronger, and had many animal-like characteristics. She knew this. This bruising would probably be gone by the end of the day, but she still worried about him.

  She sighed deeply as she pulled out her equipment. This was going to be awkward, but somehow they would both manage to get through this. “216 I don’t know how you put up with this, what we do to you, but I want you to understand I would never hurt you. Not purposely.”

  He watched her intently, predatory like.

  She licked her lips and continued speaking, “I have to take a special kind of sample today. I don’t want to do this, but it’s my job. I need to take some of your seed.”

  It felt intense to be this near him. Anger radiated from his body. He didn’t seem to react well, but he always felt like he was angry with those dark hungry looks he shot at her. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

  Silence drifted between them and then for the first time he spoke to her. “I understand English. They sent you to mate with me.”

  Her chin dropped to the floor and heat burned her cheeks and entered unwelcome into her pussy. Shit, if that was what he thought she wanted she was in deep trouble. “Humans aren’t compatible to your kind are they?”

  “Did they send you here to find out?” His deep voice purred at her.

  Blood drained from her face.

  Shit.

  Why did he think of that before she did?

  She hoped not. Emma did not sign up to be a lab rat, but at the same time the thought of his body sliding against hers was not an unwelcome thought. He was not beautiful by human standards but there was this amazing animalistic quality to him that she appreciated as a woman.

  He wanted to breed with her.

  That knocked the breath from her lungs.

  She pretended he didn’t affect her.

  “No, I just require your seed. I can use the syringe if you like or think it may be easier but I think the less painful option would be to have you, uh, come for me in this jar.” She extended her arm, sharing the cup with the twist off lid for him to take. He looked blankly back at her.

  “Come for you? Is that what you call it? Make me come and I will give you my seed.” There it was. That very male confident smile tossed back her way.

  “You want me to touch you?”

  He didn’t respond but she knew the answer. His gaze was intent and quite disturbing. Just the thought of touching his erect cock stirred lust deep inside of her. The forbidden thought of sliding her hands over that part of him was erotic, and hypnotic. Her mouth went dry and her heartbeat was erratic. She didn’t know she had stopped breathing for a moment until she felt the sharp pain in her chest and lightheaded. She let out the air with a whoosh.

  Okay, she could make this work. She was a medical professional. She could act like one. If that’s what it took to get the semen sample, she’d just have to suck it up and do it.

  Sometimes the real world required some adjustments.

  CHAPTER 2

  “Well, aren’t you going to touch me?” Number 216 snapped, knocking Emma out of her lust induced stupor. Her mouth was dry and my eyes were glued to his powerful cock sticking out of the top of his blue cotton pants. From the moment he had pushed down his pants to reveal the monster he was hiding under there, she couldn’t turn away. Her eyes were glued to his sex organ. His cock was huge and erect. She felt so slutty and dirty to want to take advantage of him while he sat there in chains. It was wrong, and yet she ached for him.

  It was wrong on so many levels.

  He knew Emma was attracted to him and yet he was flaunting himself for her to see. He was so big, and every time his hands stroked his dick, his sex grew larger, redder, and even angrier looking. Number 216 was bigger than any man she’d ever seen and my mind immediately went places it probably shouldn’t have. He was a creature of science, possibly more animal than he was human.

  Would humans and his species be sexually compatible? Seeing him made her wonder. He was similar to her in some ways, their body parts seemed to line up, but what else was different, besides sheer size?

  Emma was too curious, and her body was reacting in a very unexpectedly sexual way. Heat warmed her thighs, and a liquid pooled in her pussy, wetting her panties.

  His pupils dilated, reminding her she was in the presence of a predatory creature. A cold blooded creature this company created for the sole purpose of creating an inhuman soldier. He was a weapon. He could destroy her in a heartbeat and he was extremely dangerous. His voice rumbled deep in his chest, on the edge of a growl. “I can smell your arousal, female. You’re interested in me.”

  Emma clenched her thighs together suddenly very uncomfortable. He was looking at her like she was a sex object and she didn’t altogether like it. “I am not just a female. I have a name and it’s Emma.”

  “They never bothered to name me.” His voice was tinged with repressed anger.

  That had to hurt, to not even have been bothered with a name. Emma wanted to give him one. Did his mother name him? Would she have called him John? Somehow no name she could come up with seemed to fit him.

  “I know.” Emma’s eyes shut for a moment. Breathe. Just breathe, I reminded myself. I knew him as a number. He could remain faceless, and no one had to feel as bad for him if he went on nameless. “It’s terrible how they treat you here.”

  “You could make it better.” There was a hypnotic purr to his words.

  I was hesitant, and moved slowly to him. “I wish that was true. I want to be nice to you.”

  “Do you? Do you want to use me? Feel this slide in and out of your body? Because I want you, Emma. Every time you come into my cell I want you. I want to fill you up with my dick and mate you.”

  She swallowed nervously and stilled her movements.

  “I want to breed you. It’s why I turn down the other females they bring me.”

/>   Her body hungered for him. “Shit.”

  Emma felt her heart thump wildly in her chest and everything was moving too fast for her. What man ever admitted to wanting to fuck a woman before in such a primal way? They may have thought about it, but no human would ever be so blunt with his words when I walked in the room. Whatever. She wasn’t about to hop onto his lap and do him. He was a prisoner here. She couldn’t abuse him like that. “I just need your seed.”

  She brought the collection cup closer, keeping it in front of her like a shield.

  “But you’re curious what it’s like.”

  She licked my lips. Of course, she was curious. Emma just hated to admit she wanted him on a personal level. It was so much easier to say what I was doing was purely for scientific research. It was for the books, for science, and not for herself, but the truth was she cared and she wanted to know if it would be as good as she thought it would.

  “You want to know what I feel like. You think about it, and you want to touch me.” His hand job suddenly stopped and his cock sat above the elastic line of his pants.

  Number 216 wasn’t handsome by human standards. His face was too distorted to be considered gorgeous as a model, or fit within the confines of any expectations, the cheeks were higher, and a soft matte of fur covering his face. He had canine fangs hiding behind his lips and yet there was a sexual draw to his pure animal magnetism. He was sexy as any underwear model. There were just different things that drew her to him. He was more animal than human and it was a beautiful combination.

  “Why’d you stop?” Emma suddenly gulped realizing they weren’t getting anywhere, and he was no closer to finishing so she could watch him come.

  “You didn’t touch me.”

  “So, if you kept it up…” She could have had the semen sample without undue embarrassment or awkwardness. She wouldn’t have had to touch him and she could have been out of that cell like a bat out of hell, with her cup in hand.

  “If you won’t touch me, touch yourself,” he demanded.

  Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. “No.”

  “Well, then maybe you don’t want it enough.” Her want it bad enough? The idea was just mind boggling. She wanted his cock but for all the wrong reasons. She wanted to touch him, to use him and to have him. She shouldn’t want him, and chastised herself for what was going through her mind. It was forbidden. Fucking him would get her fired but so would not doing her job.

  Steady those nerves.

  This wasn’t about fucking.

  She was supposed to be getting a sample from him.

  She wanted to walk out those doors and pretend this conversation didn’t happen, send someone else back in to collect the sample and move down her list of job duties today.

  Suddenly she realized she was in danger of leaving without collecting her sperm sample. This was bad. She had a job to do and getting it any other way, required multiple handlers holding him down, sticking a needle the size of a yardstick up into his balls and removing the sperm painfully. She didn’t want to do it that way. This felt so much more natural and if he was willing to help her, she had to take it. Number 216 deserved kindness and human consideration.

  “No, I do. I—uh appreciate your willingness to cooperate with me.”

  “Then show me. I showed you mine.” He grinned a toothy smile.

  “Mr.,” Emma let out a sigh. It was hard to do this. She wanted to feel intimate with him. This was breaking every taboo line she had. He was part animal, and she shouldn’t feel this way with him. She didn’t even fuck a guy on a first date and this was the first time he even spoke with her.

  “216?”

  “I want to give you a name.”

  “It’s not necessary.”

  “Still, I think you should have one. If you could name yourself, what would it be?”

  “Something that fit me I guess.” Oh, he looked mad again.

  “I guess that wouldn’t be a name like Joe or Steve.”

  “No, it wouldn’t.” His teeth clenched and I could hear them grinding together.

  Rage would describe him. The pure animalistic rage and fury held behind his cold hard features. Yeah, he would have a name that people would remember, one that described his personality and his amazing abilities to kill or maim. Her breathing was hard and labored.

  “What would you name me, Emma?”

  What would she name him? Only word described him well enough to be worth such a magnificent male as himself. Every time she saw him, anger boiled beneath the surface of his skin. His name should be a word that would make his enemies shake and his friends stay just as loyal. She didn’t hesitate when she whispered out the name, “Wrath.”

  In that second she named him, and it stuck. She would never think of him as Number 216 again.

  He grinned, his lips baring fangs. He repeated the name, “Wrath….I like it.”

  “It fits you.”

  “Does it help make you pretend I am more human to have a name?”

  Somehow that did offend her. He was a human—or at least part of him was. He didn’t have to remind her he was also an animal and different from her. He still had emotions, and the ability to reason. “Yes.”

  “I like the way you smell, Emma.” His words were underlined with a low purr.

  Emma’s breathing was heavy and she felt lightheaded.

  “Thank you.”

  “I can smell how aroused you are.”

  “You already said that.”

  “I said it to prove a point. There is no denying you want me.”

  “No, I didn’t deny it.” She swallowed her fear and squared her shoulders.

  “You’re curious.”

  “Just scientifically speaking.”

  Wrath grimaced at me, his large eyes narrowed on me. “You can lie to yourself, but I know the truth. You want to know what it’s like for a man like myself even if it’s only for the sake of science.”

  “Yes,” Emma admitted.

  He was laying very still for her, as if he was not dangerous at all. She was nervous, but not for the reasons she should be. She should be scared, because he was dangerous, and just as deadly. She was nervous because she wasn’t sure how he would accept her as a woman.

  She set the collection cup next to him and reached for his straining erection. His muscles bunched in his shoulders and his veins popped in his arms. He was restraining himself, keeping so still he looked like a statue.

  She touched his cock and he inhaled sharply. She immediately glanced back to his face. The hard features were studying her. She felt a connection to him even though he remained silent while she gripped his sex, and stroked it. She was emboldened by his groans of pleasure.

  He was warm and stiff in her hands. The feel of his sex was amazing, soft and hard. She could barely cup her hands around the base and he grew even more aroused with every touch, every stroke. God, he was absurdly huge against her small hands. How did he even fit inside a woman? He was too big to breed.

  “That’s it,” he said in a husky voice.

  She couldn’t look at his eyes any longer, so she looked back at his red sex, it was growing larger in her hands, and so much bigger than any man she had ever been with. It was erotically hypnotic. The way his cock lifted upward in her hands and pressed against the resistance of her palms. What would it be like to have him inside of her? Her pussy felt the same arousal he did, growing moist and wet. Her heart was in her throat and she felt this intense need enter her.

  The pressure was intense and it didn’t feel real when she felt a butterfly touch slide beneath her underwear and up against her clit. Oh shit. She looked down to see his hand up her skirt. She was so dizzy. She shouldn’t want him, like that but it felt good. She closed her eyes and pretended it wasn’t happening. He wasn’t touching her like this, and she was still being a good girl, but she really liked the way it felt to have him touch her there.

  “You are wet for me, Emma.”

  She spread her legs further for his
long fingers to explore her wet pussy. She felt his touch and a gentle pressure invade her moist entrance. She moaned as she felt his long fingers curl inside. “Ohhh.”

  She hastened her pace, and her strokes increased on his sex as he plunged those fingers inside of her. “Fuck!”

  With a growl, he broke one chain. His hand gripped her hard.

  “Shit! What are you doing?” She was in shock and stopped touching him. She brought up her hand to her face.

  “No more games.”

  She was aroused, and wet and Wrath looked like he wanted to kill something. So why did she want to throw herself at him and wrap her legs around his waist and plunge her pussy onto his cock, straddling him like some slut?

  “I want more,” he yelled. “More!”

  “Shit.” She backed up a step, trying to pull from her grasp. “Stop, you’re hurting me.”

  The next chain broke around his other arm, and he was suddenly freed and she was alone in his cell.

  The next moment he had her pressed up against a wall, and she was under him, pinned beneath him. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

  “I always wanted you Emma, every time you come inside my cell, you tease me with your scent and your sweet female body. Now, I’m going to have you.” He warned as he grabbed her dress and yanked. It fell to tatters to the side. Her underwear soon followed, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

  “Please!” Emma screamed, but part of her wasn’t sure if she was screaming for him to give them both the satisfaction they needed.

  “Stop struggling,” he warned.

  Emma stopped writhing beneath him and began shaking instead.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said just before he parted her legs with his knees and she felt the alien penetration of his dick inside of her pussy lips. She sighed as he pushed inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he went deeper. God, he was so big.

  She trusted him not to hurt her of he could help it. He never did, when she had entered his cell in the past.

  “You’re not going to fit.” She whimpered against him.

  “Don’t care.” He grunted as his cock slid into her. The pressure increased as he pushed deeper, and her legs spread, hoping to accommodate him.