Page 21 of Monstrous Rampage
:You don’t have many experiences in your databanks for me to use as reference.:
Oh shit. He had access to my memories?
My cheeks blazed with sudden heat. I didn’t have much luck in the romance department. Immature boys in school. Only one more serious boyfriend in college. Handpicked by my father, of course.“Only the best for his little princess,”he’d say.
If Brandon was the best he could do, then I’d rather be single. Though neither man had appreciated that answer much when I’d told them.
I’d never looked at anyone, man or woman, and felt an overwhelming sexual attraction. I could make myself come, sure, but I’d never been able to climax with someone else. Brandon hadn’t even tried. I honestly started to fear something was wrong with me.
Then I saw what Natalie had, and realization dawned. Maybe I wasn’t attracted to “normal” men. Maybe I needed a monster. Or five. I’d certainly been excited to try. But if my body wasn’t interested…
Syko let out another low, raw sound. I didn’t know what that meant. I had no way to know if he was pissed or amused or despairing.
:Yes you do, little human. You could listen to my fucking thoughts and know exactly what I’m feeling. The same as I’m listening to yours, wondering why such a courageous yet delicate, tasty prey female would even dare jump into a cell with a beast like me and yet somehow feel shame. Luckily for you, your mrions provided a detailed mapping of your anatomy. More specifically, a nerve mapping, showing me the probabilities of where your erogenous zones are likely to be.:
:You don’t have to?—:
He snapped his teeth together near my ear, making me flinch, even though he was in his humanoid shape.:We may be in a fucking prison cell, but my mate feels nothing but pleasure when I touch her.:
His fingers wrapped around my nipple, making me twitch with surprise. Then groan because it shifted the head of his cock against my cervix.:Here, for instance.:
He stroked his thumb back and forth and around, making the tissue harden. Then the other breast. Back and forth. Lightly squeezing, kneading, until I couldn’t stop the sounds tearing out of my throat. Scissoring more firmly, he tugged lightly and then harder when it only made me squirm more desperately.
:Your body is beginning to speak to me, Holly. I refuse to release the lock until you come on my dick.:
Tremors shook my thighs in uncontrollably twitches. My breath came in frantic, short gasps.:How do you know my language? The curse words and slang we use?:
His palm flattened over my stomach, stilling my breath. His fingers splayed wide, teasingly stroking lower.:I’m programmed to understand thousands of languages, and your databanks include references to your pop culture. Songs, movies, books. It’s a simple—yet crucial—biological urge for me to absorb and modify my mannerisms to be more appealing to my mate. The better you feel, the more likely our mating will be successful.:
:I don’t think I can,:I admitted in a rushed whisper.:Especially not here. Snyder’s probably watching, and that creeps me out.:
:I understand, yet he will see very little in this corner except my body curled around you. This area has the least surveillance coverage. I destroyed most of the cameras sobadly they need to be replaced, and they haven’t dared try and move me to fix them.:
:I still can’t,:I whispered miserably.:I’ve never been able to before.:
:Because you need a mate.:His other hand cupped my nape and pulled my face against his chest.:You need me.:
SYKO
Outwardly,I managed to stay calm and in control for her sake. Inwardly, a destructive storm roiled inside me. The beast they created raged and roared and thundered with a fury more murderous than ever.
I railed at Draco Sirius Command. The agent she knew as Snyder, who’d captured her from her life and brought her to this abysmal laboratory.
They gave me this treasure as an afterthought. Something to lure me into cooperation for their own greedy agenda. The brutal hope of a mate. A companion. When I had no one and nothing. Not even a squad.
The ultimate bait to force me to reveal vulnerability. Because now they had leverage.
They could punish me, simply by taking her away.
They would continue to torture us both. Ultimately create offspring for their program—that I would not be able to protect. Any younglings would be stolen from us, only another experimentation. Another weakness to exploit. Another way to cause anguish. Instinctual responses they would record and study so they could slice those inconvenient urges out of the next generation.
They fucked with the wrong monster this time. Now I had something to live for. Fight for. Protect. I’ll free her from this prison or ensure both of us died as painlessly as possible. She will never endure the endless prodding and experimentations I suffered. Let alone our younglings.
But first, I had to soothe and comfort her after such a rough start to our pairing. Making myself small enough to even get inside her had been a far greater challenge than any DSC had presented to me. Beasts like me aren’t meant to be small at any anything.
Let alone gentle.
They’d expected me to eat her, even though she carried the rebel cells the agent hoped might make us compatible. But they didn’t really want a successful mating.
