Wrath (3 page)

“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.

She whimpered as his cock slid deeper inside
her gushing pussy until she felt so deliciously full she could cry.
Primitive instincts took over and he mated with her, his body
humping hers with fierce need. She gasped, just trying to hang on
for the ride.

Her body just needed to adjust to his, and it
did. Her hips rolled against his, her body came on a shuddering
orgasm more than once. Her tight channel spread to accommodate him.
He filled her completely and the thrusts kept her heels off the
floor. The sex wasn’t pretty, wasn’t anything she would read about
in romance novels, but it was the best ever. He took control, and
fucked her like the animal he was. It was all she could do to hold
on.

She held to his shoulders and locked her
ankles around his waist. He made animal sounds as he fucked her,
and she released herself up to him. Everything was about the purely
primitive need of release, and when it finally happened, she
screamed because of the sheer power of it. She could feel jets of
cum streaming inside of her vaginal walls, and then overfilling her
pussy and dripping down her legs. He released her but his cock
knotted deep inside of her, and his body was connected in the most
intimate way possible. His heavy breathing was hard against her
neck and she felt teeth.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered too dumbstruck to
say much more. “What just happened?”

“I bred you.” He nuzzled her and she felt
something inside of her stir. What was up with his dick? Why was he
still locked inside of her.

“You need to get off me. We have to—oh, my
god.”Humiliation burned through her. What was going to happen once
the doctors discovered she had sex with one of the experiments?
They would fire her—that’s what would happen, after everyone she
ever knew ridiculed her.

“Stop struggling, it will only make it
worse.”

“What do you mean?” She gasped in surprise as
she felt that thing inside of her move. Something was very
different about his cock. It was still in her pussy, locked inside
at the base. It was bigger than it had been when he pushed up
inside of her.

“My species and yours are not entirely
similar. There are things that are different about me. Things that
make us males different. My sex organ is like the canines they
spliced my genes with.”

Suddenly she had a mental image that was
disturbing. The scientists had changed this man to have animal
characteristics and Wrath or Experiment 216 was mixed with a canine
of some sort and his dick was more animal than not. When a dog
mated with a female, they locked together and their dick knotted
inside of the female before it subsided.

It was just like the thing she was feeling
inside of her now. She felt deliciously full, and she moved,
testing the thing in her pussy and met resistance. He was locked
inside of her with his wet sex.

“Oh shit.”

“Don’t struggle.”

“Oh, god.” So much for putting herself back
together. There was no pretending this didn’t happen. She may still
be able to collect a semen sample. More than enough was dripping
down her legs, but to stay like this for much longer? This would be
forcing herself to admit it was more than a primitive reaction.
More than need, more than sex, more than desire. She wanted this
sex just as much as he needed it and she was okay with him like
this.