Page 52 of Monstrous Rampage
Which means Syko has to be on the ship’s network in some capacity.
And he’s deliberately not looping me in.
Chonk scooped me up again, sprinting even faster than before. A heavier crash through the underbrush had me looking around, trying to see, but he was too wide. He kept me pinnedagainst his chest, probably shielding me, but I couldn’t see jack shit.
Which only made my frustration exponentially worse. I wasn’t stupid. I knew why Syko hadn’t pulled me back into our private grid or included me in whatever network shenanigans he was pulling. He couldn’t risk Snyder finding out. I was way more heavily monitored. Since Syko was in the prison cell, Snyder would assume him completely helpless and locked away.
The mrions I’d contaminated him with said otherwise. They’d been the opening he needed. And even though I’d been the one to give him that escape hatch, he locked me out and kept me in the dark about his plans.
I got it. I was the security risk. But it still hurt.
Especially given the bullshit I had to deal with from Snyder. The pregnancy risk. Forcing me to meet more dyni. Keeping me from my chosen mates.
Chonk whipped around in a new direction so fast my head snapped to the side. Then my back pressed against stone as he tucked me into a narrow depression in what seemed to be a cliff wall. Vines and roots hung down around us like living curtains, shielding us from prying eyes.
Speaking of eyes, emeralds flashed closer, flaring with starbursts. He leaned in, sandwiching me between the rock wall and his somehow even harder body. He tucked himself around me, covering me. His face hot against my throat. Heat shimmered off him, making sweat bead between my breasts.
He didn’t touch me in a sexual way. But I could feel a kernel of something stirring inside me. Interest. Like a puppy hearing a noise or smelling something interesting, lifting its head. His scent surrounded me like a heavy, sensual blanket. Green like his eyes, though I’d never thought of color having a scent before. Somehow fresh, lush, like green growing things that reveled in the humid heat of the jungle. Though tinged with somethingdeadly. Like a brilliantly colored frog or butterfly proclaiming it was filled with poison.
The longer he pressed against me, the heavier he felt. Muscle. Scent. And the spark of interest grew like a tiny fire consuming kindling. Then greedily looking for more.
I tried to ignore it.Pluto. Neptune. Uranus. Saturn. Damn it. What’s the next planet? I should have made it easier on myself and started with plant classification. Kingdom. Phylum. Class. Order. Family. Genus. Species…
His nose nuzzled up beneath my hair. He inhaled deeply.
My back muscles loosened. Or tensed. Not sure. Tipping my hips ever so slightly up, against him, a silent biological invitation. A sound came out of my mouth that I’d never heard before.
I sounded like a sex kitten. On steroids.
His head snapped back so he could look into my eyes. The starbursts spiraled now, a tidal pool sucking me under.
He jerked away from me like I burned him. “Fuuuuck.”
Then he whirled away and disappeared into the jungle.
24
SYKO
The animals had escaped the zoo. Hopefully they were keeping Snyder busy.
My entire being throbbed with urgency, desperate to connect back with Holly. My mate. Wallow in her pleasure. Cover her with my scent. Fill every inch of her with cum until it dripped from every orifice she possessed. Her belly round with my seed—and then my youngling.
Stupid biology. Now is not the fucking time for fucking.
The two dyni entered the hold without triggering any alarms. Like most Ankylosaurus bases, Nihil moved slower than I’d like, though the shield seemed to be doing its job. The pair finally made it outside my prison door. I couldn’t see them with my physical eyes, but I could smell them through the tungsten.
Kaos smelled… off. If I didn’t know he was walking, talking, and breathing on the other side of the thick prison cell, I’d swear he was dead. On the temporary channel with him, all I felt was pain. Bone deep, agonizing, maddening pain at the cellular level. I needed his particular skills the most to escape, but I regretted waking him up if this was his reality.
:Stand back as far as you can,:he said.:If a drop gets on you, it’ll continue to eat through your flesh until the acid is excised, or all organic material is consumed.:
:Even through a meter of tungsten?:
:Absolutely. I’m not even sure I can control the stream enough to avoid leaking through the entire hull.:
:Noted.:I touched Rekt’s private grid.:Develop a contingency plan to get Holly to a survival pod in case of hull breach.:
:Me? I’m a fucking medic not?—:
