Page 34 of Monstrous Rampage
I didn’t feel anything happen but trusted one of them moved from my hand into his.
“My baseline temperature is nine degrees higher than yours. Though if you find it unpleasant, I can regulate myself cooler.”
I couldn’t help a wry huff escaping my lips. “Most men won’t change anything about themselves to be with a woman. Yet you’re offering to change your body temperature.”
“Males who are lucky enough to be in the presence of a female should take note and correct such despicable behavior.”
I felt bad sneaking a mrion into him without his permission, especially given he seemed so understanding and likable. Up close, he was even larger despite being on his knees. He didn’t make any threatening movements. In fact, he simply waited on me to direct him. But I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Snyder gave him new orders to breed. Right now.
I was under no illusions. Rekt was programmed to obey his orders.
So I needed to shift his thinking into only acceptingmyorders. Until then, he would be an enemy. Not an ally.
Certainly no one I could trust.
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REKT
She reeked of him. The alpha. I could smell his cum on her, despite their efforts of cleansing her body.
A vicious warning any dynos would heed.
Except me, apparently. Because I shouldn’t be touching her, even innocently. Traces of my scent would be on her. He’d know me in an instant. He’d track me down in a murderous rampage for even thinking about breeding his mate. Let alone putting her in danger.
Because she was in danger. From everyone and everything in this facility.
Skin no thicker than the fragile leaves of the tree above, thin enough for me to detect the faint lines of veins beneath. No armory or weaponry to speak of. Even her clothing did nothing to shield her vital organs. How had humans spread to billions on their planet without developing some kind of protections?
I wanted to ask how she’d survived the alpha’s attention with such minor injuries, but for the first time in my conscious memory, I hesitated to even think such a thing. Snyder’s controllers were always listening, especially now while I had her in some semblance of privacy. They’d analyze her everyword, looking for anything suspicious. Contamination. Betrayal. Security breaches.
A squad gone rogue.
Such a thing would never have occurred to me. Yet staring at her delicate features, blue eyes shimmering with moisture, her slight body tense with anxiety, I understood. I felt the biological instinct to protect her. Even if she wasn’t mine.
Yet.
The urge intensified the longer she touched me. As if my programming at a molecular level was already shifting and aligning to her needs. Snyder’s controllers would not like such a shift. Not one bit. So I disguised and minimized the responses, hoping they wouldn’t look too closely at my biologic signatures. At least not until I had the chance to…
What? Breed her? Impossible.Mateher? Even more unlikely.
Perhaps another alpha might be more amendable to such an arrangement, though I found it unlikely. The BGR++ in this facility was far too experimental and unreliable to compute the likelihood of survival, even if we were on the same squad. Which we weren’t. The BGR++ had never been a part of a squad. He had no baseline programming to even build upon for sharing responsibilities or coordinating strikes in a mission situation.
Somehow, she’d survived. Even when DSC themselves couldn’t force him out of his beast with tungsten. He’d shifted. Willingly. For her.
I understood, now. I’d shift my entire being too. Just for the chance to hear her laugh again and touch my hand.
So dangerous.
They had a private grid here. Separate from DSC. It’d never occurred to me that such a thing could be done. But if done once…
It could be done again.
“I feel very strange,” she whispered, her fingers quivering ever so slightly in mine.
Concerned, I whipped my attention up to her face. “Are you in pain? Ill?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. I just don’t feel… right. I’m not myself any longer. I’m changing, and it’s… scary.”
