Page 38 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

Too late, she felt the sharp points of his fangs. He was usually so careful with them that she hadn’t felt them once either time when he went down on her. But now the animal side of him was revealed and there was no more gentleness. Sharp points pierce the side of her neck, making her gasp in pain—but only for a moment. Because the next minute his essence hit her bloodstream and she was coming again—coming so hard she could barely breathe.

Oh God—too much…too much!she thought as the second, much more intense orgasm went on and on. She could feel her inner walls milking the thick cock thrust to the hilt inside her and it was clear Kross felt it too. A moment later something hotand wet spurted from the broad head and bathed the mouth of her womb.

Sylvie had never been able to feel a human man coming inside her, but Kross was Kindred and it was clear things were different with them. Jet after jet of heated wetness filled her, making her moan as it filled her womb and pussy to overflowing. Even as it leaked down her inner thighs, Kross was pumping fresh heat inside her, fucking her, filling her,breedingher and making her his…

Oh God, too much!she thought again.He’ll get me pregnant for sure! Oh please, Kross—please!

And then, to her surprise, she heard an answering voice in her head.

“Sylvia? Is that you?”

“Kross?”she sent back tentatively.“What…how can I hear you in my head?”

“I don’t know—it’s impossible for me to Bond a woman to me. What are we doing? How did this happen?”he added, sounding truly mystified as he finally withdrew his fangs from her neck.“How did I get inside you? Oh Gods—did I hurt you?”

“Nothurtexactly but you’re reallybig.”Sylvie shifted, groaning softly. She was still impaled on his thick shaft, the knot having swelled so that the two of them were tied together. Her pussy felt so crammed full of his shaft that she was sure it would never be the same.

“You’re in me so deep!” she moaned aloud.

“Gods, baby—I’m so fucking sorry!” He made as if to pull out, but the knot was still too big and it made Sylvie feel like he was pulling her insides out.

“No, please!” she gasped, putting a hand out to stop him. “Please don’t—that hurts!”

“So fucking sorry!” Kross repeated. “I’m afraid we’ll have to wait until my knot goes down.”

“But…but when will that be?” Sylvie protested.

“Don’t know,” he said grimly. “It could be as little as five minutes…or as long as an hour.”

“Andhour?I’m supposed to have you in me for anhour?”Sylvie demanded. It wasn’t that it felt bad exactly, but now that Kross was awake and himself again, it was extremely awkward. Especially since they apparently had this new mental connection which was very strange.

“Sorry—it’s called a Soul Bond, but I still don’t know how it’s possible,”Kross sent.“I’m a Hybrid—I’m not able to Bond with anyone.”

“Think you’re wrong about that,”Sylvie sent back. She was getting used to using the new link, but it still felt strange. Almost as strange as being impaled on her Protector’s massive shaft.

“Are you uncomfortable, baby? Here…” Kross put his arms around her waist and rolled them both over onto their sides. “Was…was I very rough with you?” he asked in a low voice, speaking in her ear. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember much. But if I hurt you, I’m so fucking sorry. I never wanted to do that, Princess—never.”

Sylvie started to answer but just then, to her shock, the door of the tree prison banged open. For a moment she couldn’t see anything through the red haze of the pain walls surrounding them. But whoever it was must have slapped the button because all at once, the walls disappeared.

Standing there, framed in the doorway were two Kindred warriors with blasters in their hands.

And one of them was their boss, Commander Sylvan.

21

SYLVIE

Sylvie wanted to die. She had never been more embarrassed in herlife. Here she was, literally stuck together with her coworker, caughtin flagrante delictoand now their boss could plainly see what they had been doing.

“Oh my God!” She looked for something—anything—to cover up with but there was nothing. The bed didn’t have a sheet or blankets or even pillows on it—it was just a bare mattress.

She fumbled uselessly, trying to hide herself, tugging at the plant fiber shift she wore which promptly tore and disintegrated in her hands. Apparently getting it soaking wet earlier was too much for the fragile material—now she was completely nakedandstuck to her coworker!

Oh my God, I can’t believe this—so embarrassing! I wish I was dead!she thought, trying desperately to cover herself with her hands.

“You wish you were dead? Just because I’m knotting you?”Kross demanded and she realized he must have heard her through their new link.

“Yes—this is humiliating!”she sent back.“We’re stuck together right in front of our boss! Isn’t there anything you cando to make your knot go down faster? Come on—I need to get someplace and cover up!”

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