Page 18 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

“Fine. The same.” Kross shrugged. “Why? Am I supposed to feel something? Because I don’t. I guess that formula you’re so proud of is a dud.”

Barbarous scowled at him.

“Impossible! There must besomeeffect!”

“Ohhhh!”

The noise startled Kross and he looked away from the screen to see that the woman with the goat’s horns was moaning and rubbing her body. One hand was touching her breasts and the other was between her legs.

“Ohhh,”she moaned again, looking up at Kross. “Oh,please!”

“Please what?” he asked, frowning at her.

“Pleasetakeme!” the woman begged.

Kross was taken aback. Just a moment ago she’d been afraid he would hurt her—now she was begging him to have sex with her. What in the Seven Hells was going on?

It has to be that damn cotton candy gas,he thought, as he backed away from the pleading woman.It must have affected her somehow. That’s what Barbarous meant when he was talking about his “new formula.”

Speaking of Barbarous, he was glaring from the screen on the far wall.

“Well? Why do you not take her? Fuck her!” he demanded.

“She’s been drugged,” Kross growled, glaring at him. “I’m not going to fuck a drugged woman—that’s called rape!”

“No, that is what we callscientific progress,”Barbarous corrected him. “So you feel no urge at all to mount the lovely Lorna here?”

“Of course not!” Kross was disgusted. As if he would take advantage of a woman that way! It went against everything the Kindred stood for—everything he had ever believed.

But more than that, the idea of rape went against his very DNA. It was so deeply ingrained in Kindred males that females were sacred and not to be harmed that he couldn’t have brought himself to hurt the woman or take her against her will even if his own life was on the line.

“Hmm…interesting. Very interesting.” Barbarous nodded and made some notes. “Well, it seems that this version of the formula isn’t useful for males though itdoesappear to work quite well on females.” He nodded at the girl named Lorna, who continued to rub herself and moan. “Are you certain you don’t want to put her out of her misery? She won’t be satisfied until she’s been penetrated, you know.”

“Fuck you—I won’t do that!” Kross shook his head. There was only one woman he was interested in and he wasn’t going to go fucking around with a complete stranger who he’d never even seen before.

“Fascinating.” Barbarous made another note. “Very well—it’s back to the lab I suppose. I must study those samples you gave us.”

Just as though Kross had offered his blood freely, instead of being coerced.

The fucker!Kross thought fiercely. But before he could say anything, the screen went blank once more.

The goat-woman continued to cry and rub herself but after a moment, the door opened again. This timethreeof the tree-men came in and one of them was holding Kross’s own blaster, which they had stolen from him when they caught him in the forest.

“Send the girl out,” the one with the blaster demanded.

“Fine—take her.” Kross held up his hands, though he was wondering if there was some way to take the blaster away. He edged closer to the pain wall, waiting for the tree-man closest to the switch to turn it off.

The minute the wall went down he dropped low and lunged forward. He was just about to go for the blaster when Barbarous’s voice came from the screen again.

“Try it and the girl dies,” he said. “And if I have to kill Lorna, I’ll kill your Sylvia too—that’s a promise, Mr. Kross.”

Kross turned and saw that one of the treetures had its long fingers wrapped around the goat-woman’s throat and was choking her.

“Fuck!” he growled. Standing quickly, he put up his hands. “All right—leave her alone!”

He couldn’t stand idly by and watch a woman get hurt or killed. Again, it went against everything in his Kindred heritage and DNA. Also, he feared for Sylvia. He didn’t want to do anything that would get her hurt or punished.

“Very well. Clipcut, loosen your hold on her throat,” the mad scientists instructed.

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