Page 21 of Monstrous Baby
The secret lay here. Sandwiched between my mates. In their scents burning my nose. Their straining muscles engineered to kill and destroy effortlessly. Their blood, ripe with Sirian programming.
Click. Of course. The puzzle board shifted in my mind, all the pieces re-arranging themselves effortlessly.
I carried their DNA from their cum. But not their blood.
Another reason humans were deemed incompatible for breeding with dyni.
I pressed my open mouth to Kroktl’s chest. The meaty pectoral flexed against my tongue. His arms tightened, silently urging me to surrender to the mating urge of his kind. He gripped the ridge of my shoulder in his jaws lightly, his tongue flicking teasingly over my skin.
We held each other’s flesh in our mouths. Tasting. I enjoyed the texture of his skin. Thicker than mine, more like hide or leather, though not as impervious to damage as his raptor’s scales. Old scars marred his body, scrapes and bites from other battles. Images flashed through my mind, whether imagination or scenes from the grid replaying, I wasn’t sure. His sleek, formidable raptor attacking, slashing with six-inch long razor claws. Tearing with vicious rows of teeth. His special X-ray vision zeroed in on his target, seeing exactly where to bite and dig with his front knife-like claws to kill his opponent as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Yet he held me with infinite tenderness. He’d cradled our infant daughter in his massive hands and swore to keep us safe. Always.
I tasted his courage and loyalty. Fiercely protective and vicious, he would kill anything and everything without hesitation.
A wave of vibration rolled up through me, lifting every hair on my body. Shaking my bones, rattling my teeth, clenching every muscle. My heart stopped, my lungs squeezed tight.
“Fuck!” Axxol roared so loud, so close, my ear drums ached. “Please fucking come before I fucking die!”
Smiling against Kroktl’s chest, I willed everything inside me to lock. Clamped down. As hard as possible. Even my teeth.
Scalding hot blood filled my mouth, raw with minerals and surprisingly thick. My brain jolted. Shaken to the core.
At how good it tasted. How right it felt to have my mate in my mouth. His hot blood on my tongue. While our alpha exploded and thrashed, pouring his release into me at the same time. But his release was nothing compared to the sounds Kroktl made as he tasted my blood too.
I didn’t feel any pain from his bite, but the grid flared and burned with a sudden surge of energy. Data flooded us all, too rapidly for me to even begin to understand.
I broke apart, fragments spinning away in a tornado that blasted through me. Pleasure so intense it hurt, flying at the speed of light—only to crash into the ground and shatter into a million pieces.
:I got you, baby:Kroktl whispered in our special, private grid, his words melting through me like red-hot lava.
Yes. He would always catch me. Whether I soared or fell.
11
NATALIE
Shell shocked, I stared in the mirror at my reflection, my eyes locked on the mating mark Kroktl left on my shoulder. Rolling my shoulder forward and twisting so I could see it more clearly, I traced the discoloration with a trembling finger. Red diamonds were etched and chiseled into my skin, though I couldn’t feel indentations or raised spots. Instead of torn skin or bruises, my shoulder was completely smooth. I couldn’t even tell he’d broken the skin—except for the glittering spots.
What the fuck were they? Scales? Skin cells that somehow changed color? I had no idea.
The light brush of my fingertips over those marks made something twist inside me. Claws dragging up my spine. Wires—or tentacles—coiling around my intestines. Intense and strange—but not hurting. Not exactly. Just shocking. Weird.
Alien.
Movie images flickered through my mind. Chestbursters exploding out of my ribcage. Fly and human DNA mixing into some horrid creature. Goopy werewolves with cracking bones and spurting coarse hairs. Rotting zombies falling apart before my very eyes.
Kroktl stood behind me, hovering but not touching me. “That’s not going to happen.”
By the tone of his voice, he was desperately trying not to laugh for fear of hurting my feelings. “What does it do?”
Lightly, he gathered up my hair, gently smoothing and pulling the tousled mess together over my opposite shoulder. “Nothing, by itself. It’s a mark to other dyni. We’re a mated pair. See?”
He flexed his thick pectoral, deliberately drawing my gaze to the glittering ring of tooth marks in his chest.
I’d bitten him so hard I left a mark in his chest too. Not a bruised bite or scar—but the same shiny red spots, though their shapes matched my teeth. It wasn’t a perfect dental imprint, but two half-moons from my incisors on top and the matching pair below were cut into his skin. A feat indeed—because his skin wasn’t thin like mine. Against the mottled gray, the marks flashed like rubies embedded in his flesh. Flat lines and rounder shapes from the incisors, almost like vampire marks connected with dashes. Or morse code.
A nervous, slightly hysterical giggle escaped.
