Wrath (4 page)

She writhed beneath him, attempting to slip
out from under him.

“Struggling only turns me on. My instincts to
hunt kick in and I want to make you submit.”

Fear grew inside of her.

“I just can’t. I should go.” She searched her
brain for logical reasons to leave. This was wrong and yet she
wanted to continue fucking him. She could do this all day.

“You should stay. You’re mine.” He growled
and she felt the not so subtle slide of his dick inside of her
again.

She whimpered. He was hot and his scent
enveloped her like a glove. It was hard not to react to him. Her
hips moved without any conscious thought, reacting to him with need
and want. “Yours.”

He fucked her, and the rising need built to a
panic. How could she stop wanting this? Her body was reacting
without the ability to think. All she wanted to do was continue to
feel. How long they continued was beyond her. There were no clocks
in there, and no one stopped them.

He nipped her neck, drawing blood. She hissed
in a breath, not caring only feeling.

“So good.” Her eyes rolled back in her head
as she felt another orgasm roll over her body. “Fuck!”

“You like that?” He shoved his dick inside of
her reaching deep, deeper. She was reminded he wasn’t human. A man
couldn’t have recovered that quickly from sex.

She whimpered and shuddered on his dick. The
orgasm wracking her body.

He groaned as her pussy clenched around his
dick once more. “Fuck, please!”

She felt her world explode.

Just then, the doors exploded open and a team
swarmed into the cell. Soldiers dressed in riot gear had them
pressed against their bodies. Wrath protected her sort of—with his
body. He roared in protest and she felt hands on her body. They
ripped her off him and she screamed.

Hands were on her body, his and theirs
pulling her fiercely off Wrath. The pain was excruciating. Her
vaginal walls tore and she bled. Wrath growled and roared.

That wasn’t the smartest way to disconnect
him from her. The knot tore out of her pussy, ripping her flesh.
She felt blood drip down her legs and nausea overcame her. The pain
blinded her and they carried her out. She could hear him screaming
and she screamed back at Wrath. She didn’t want to see him hurt.
“It’s okay Wrath. Just do what they say.”

Tears flew freely from her and she watched in
horror as the scene wound down and the soldiers took control of his
prison.

They shot him with something—and secured him
in the cell. New chains were on his arms and legs, securing him to
the walls. Even through the three inch thick metal doors she could
hear him scream out in protest. She was shaky and unsure of
everything.

“What just happened here?” She asked herself.
In any other situation she would understand but just now it was too
crazy to believe it was reality. She clutched her torn clothes
together in an effort at modesty and one of the guards took off his
jacket and wrapped it around her.

Chivalrous of him.

She hurt. Pain shot through her. She was
shaking.

The nurse inside of her understood what was
happening. She was in shock.

Blood pooled in between her thighs, mixing
with Wrath’s seed. She wanted to run away and hide and fought with
mixed emotions. She also wanted to run back in there and defend
Wrath. Not that it did an ounce of good.

“You were attacked in Number 216’s cell.
We’ll have to take you to the nurse for an evaluation.”

“Wrath didn’t mean to hurt me.” She tried to
defend Wrath as they led her away.

“Don’t worry 216 will be punished for hurting
you.”

“I don’t want him hurt.” She didn’t like what
was happening. “I need to see him. I can calm him down. He’ll be
good. I know him.”

“We just gave him a tranquilizer. He’ll be
out in less than five minutes.”

Crap. Today was such a bad day, she just
wanted to go bury her head under her pillow and die. Did they know
they just interrupted the best sex she ever had with a man? Did
they have a clue how bad it hurt to nearly have her vagina ripped
out because they thought they were helping her? Dr. Lee sent her in
there knowing this would probably happen. Now, she was going to
have this out with him.

Damn. What had Wrath said? Did they send her
in there hoping he would breed with her? Was this all just another
big experiment?

“I need to see Dr. Lee right away.”

“We have strict instructions to take you to
the nurse to be evaluated. I’m sure he’ll be happy to come see you
though.”

CHAPTER 3

“Show a little decorum.” She chided
herself.

Emma had many mixed emotions, but running off
the handle and going in there guns blazing wasn’t going to fix
anything for Wrath or her. She went back to her locker near the
elevator. There was a change of clothes waiting for her in there,
but the medical team didn’t let her get very far. She wanted a
shower, to feel the healing hot water clean away the dirty feeling
that covered her.

They didn’t let her get any of those
things.

She was led into a medical room, where
several medical examiners worked to examine her. No one questioned
her about her mental state, or evaluated her for a psychic
evaluation. They questioned her about Wrath, and how it led up to a
sexual interaction, but it was like they really didn’t care about
her. They had money invested in him and they were all too happy
about Number 216—Wrath choosing a female to mate with.

Now they were looking at her like she was a
corpse on the table.

“Can you please spread your legs a little
further?

Whatever. They had not been hired because of
their bedside manner to be working here.

“I can’t go any wider. This is ridiculous.”
Emma’s legs were propped up in a chair resembling some torture
device she would find in a gynecologist office, complete with
stirrups. “Honestly, I am not hurt. I just want to go.”

“Sorry, dearie. I was just collecting the
sperm sample. It’s amazing there isn’t any more damage. Our species
didn’t seem compatible. They are so much bigger than we are.”

“Can we just not talk about this anymore,
please?”

Dr. Lee wandered inside and waved a hello.
Emma’s mood darkened immediately upon seeing them. He just seemed
way too happy. Did he plan this whole thing? Did he set her up to
get screwed? The thought pissed her off. She didn’t like being used
this way.

“So how’s my assistant? Everything okay?”

Oh fuck. Not him. The last person she wanted
to see was Dr. Lee.

“Fine.” She pulled the white sheet covering
her body up to her chin. She didn’t like his eyes on her, something
about him seemed unprofessional and just sick.

“The patient seems fine, a few bruises, but
she will need stitches. All in all, it could have been worse.”

Something wasn’t right about this whole
situation.

“The only reason I have any injuries is
because your team pulled me off of him.” She grit out angrily to
Dr. Lee.

She felt used and just so lost. Did the
company send her in there knowing this would happen? She wanted to
find out, even if it meant jeopardizing her job or her place at
Trax Industries. She was mad and just too pissed off to try and
hold back. She looked Dr. Lee square in the face and said in a cool
calm voice, “You arranged this didn’t you?”

He looked at her like she was just a thing,
and wasn’t covered in blood and sex with her clothes half torn off
on a medical table. There was no emotion behind his dark eyes, and
he just looked too excited about this whole event. “We’ve been
having difficulty for a while attempting to breed Experiment Number
216, so of course, when he seemed to take an interest in you, it
was natural for us to isolate you two in an experiment.”

“God, you’re an asshole.” She closed her
eyes. He was using her. God, she hated life right now. She had not
only helped them for the last 8 months run experiments on these
creatures down here, but become one herself.

“Excuse me, Ms. Hunt?”

“Fuck you. You’re sick.”

“We’ve spent a lot of money on these
experiments and it would be a shame if the research came to an end
if they all died off. Breeding is a necessary part of continuing
the Research and Development.”

“So you decided to invite me into the mix?
Are you high? I could have been killed. Wrath rejected every female
you brought to him.” Emma was shocked, but she shouldn’t be
surprised. No one at Trax had ethics or morals.

“Number 216has shown a fondness for you, but
if he had become violent at any time the swat team outside would
have interrupted you two.”

“Great, that’s even better. So you were
outside listening the whole time?” She was completely mortified.
The tech ducked between her legs, pretending to be oblivious to the
conversation and continued to sew up Emma’s wounds. At least she
could pretend that wasn’t happening. She was given a painkiller
shot with local anesthetic. Emma couldn’t feel much of anything
down there.

“No, we also had people monitoring the room
on video.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is
happening.” Heat flamed her cheeks. They saw the whole thing and
just watched as she touched Wrath and probably would replay it to
anyone who had not seen it for the sake of science. She was
humiliated.

“Emma,” Dr. Lee said as he sat in the chair
next to her. “I believe you understand how valuable this man is to
our research.”

“I know, you’ve said it about a million
times. Number 216 is worth more than a small country.” She felt so
angry inside, she wanted to explode at him.

“Yes, and I’m sure you understand that if the
breeding managed to produce a baby, it would become the sole
property of Trax Industries.”

More shock.

She clenched her teeth together and stared at
him with pure hatred in her eyes. She had not thought of that.
There could be consequences but if there was a baby involved she
would be damned if she gave an innocent child up to his man or Trax
to be studied, poked and prodded for the sake of science, but she
had to look like she would agree just to be able to leave the
facility tonight. If she went up against these people, she would
just disappear. It was simple to make it happen. She wouldn’t be
the first or the last.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Is
that all, Dr. Lee?”

He smiled cruelly. “Would you be interested
in breeding again? This breeding between the species is something
we would like to continue experiments in, but to be honest none of
the creatures have seemed to be interested outside of their
species, but 216 seems to like you?”

“Why? So you can hurt him again? So you can
make the Frankenstein baby you want so badly?” Yeah, the idea of
being used pissed her off, but she still felt something deep inside
of her move. It was incredible to be with Wrath and she wanted the
sex part, the breeding, but how could she use him like the rest of
the people here? That would make her just like the rest of the
scientists, but it would allow her to keep access to Wrath and
maybe help him more. She would like to do more than be his fuck
buddy. She would like to see him escape.

“Number 216 is Trax property. He can’t be
hurt. He’s worth too much money to ever allow to be hurt, but you
could make his time here more enjoyable. I am sure he wouldn’t
mind. He seems to really like you and we want to be able to
research the physical side effects of an interspecies breeding but
never had the opportunity before now. You must understand, we
didn’t think it was possible with the sexual differences of our
species.”

He was talking about the weird thing Wrath’s
dick could do, the way his cock knotted deep inside of her and kept
them connected long after he was done spilling his seed into her.
It was possible and it was also very hot. Imagine, a man who was
forced to cuddle after sex? The public would pay for this kind of
kinky thing if they could get the sexual adaptations on the open
market.

Emma was breaking new ground here. She was
one of the first women to ever experience it.

She swallowed her fears and her pride. She
couldn’t believe she was saying this, but it was for Wrath. She’d
be helping him, and maybe if she played her cards right she would
be there when he woke up in a few hours, instead of waking up in a
concrete cell. One day soon she was going to get him out of here
and tell the world about Trax Industries secrets. “Okay, but if I
breed with him, no more videos inside the cell.”

His brows dropped low. “What you’re
suggesting…”

“I won’t do it otherwise.” Emma snapped.

“That’s a lot to ask, Emma.” Dr. Lee shook
his head.

“So is what you are asking me to do.” She
didn’t have a plan yet, and she certainly didn’t have a chance in
hell, but she hoped it would help her to get him out eventually. It
wouldn’t fix anything, but it was a step in the right
direction.

“Fine,” he snarled and got up. “But don’t
call me for help when he kills you next time.”

Emma ignored him as he walked away. She just
agreed to become part of a breeding program and her supervisor
thought her new mate would try to kill her. Emma was either crazy
or stupid.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she whispered.

THE END

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KT Aphrodisia writes the adult versions of
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starring on the pages. The doorway to hell has been opened and the
demons have been freed by her books and stories. The real monster
may not look like one, and the ones that look like beasts may just
turn out to be the heroes that save the day.

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