Genesis (13 page)

The approximation of a smile settled on the Sheloni’s face. “You must look at her face.”

Kole felt his mask of indifference slip. Chagrinned that the Sheloni had obviously seen he was more than a little interested, he met Bri’s gaze, wishing he could communicate to her that he had no more choice in this than she did, that he would not hurt her if he could help it.

He
did
desire her. That was part of the problem. He had thought of very little since he had first seen her besides possessing her, and yet it had been impossible to ignore the fact that nature had not made her for one such as him. He had never had to concern himself that he might inadvertently hurt one of his own tribeswomen. They were not as strong as their male counterparts. They were more delicate in form, but as long as he did not completely forget himself in the throes of passion, a woman of his own kind was perfectly capable of holding her own. He would have had to try
to
hurt one of them, or simply been completely careless.

Gods! Bri was just … small. He could tell without drawing any nearer her that he could snap any bone in her body with little effort … and some perhaps with no effort at all. He could crush her with his weight, suffocate her.

He wanted to bury himself deeply inside of her and think of nothing but the pleasure it gave him--and he was more than half afraid that was exactly what he would do once the heat was fully upon him, and then he would break … something.

He had always felt very confident in his strength and agility. Now he just felt big and clumsy and incredibly awkward.

Afraid that she would see his own doubts and become more anxious, he dragged his gaze from hers and moved closer to stare down at her body. The light pink of her arms and legs paled to nearly white on her body, and yet still retained a healthy pinkish glow. Her breasts, large and round in proportion to her body, would barely fill his palms. He stared at the blue tracery of veins beneath her fragile skin for a moment before he allowed his gaze to move to the dark pink tips. The flesh immediately surrounding the little button like tips, puckered beneath his gaze, tightening and extending the tips in a way that made his belly tighten in response, that sent more blood surging into his member and made him feel light headed.

Ignoring the Sheloni, he pressed himself between her pale thighs and leaned over her. Dropping one hand to the table beside her to support himself, he carefully placed one large hand lightly on the fragile bones of her shoulder and stroked it over her skin in the way he had seen her soothe the child, hoping it would calm her fears, show her that he meant her no harm.

The effect upon him was anything but calming, however. Her skin felt as soft as the petal of a flower, cool to his touch. She quivered faintly beneath his palm, tiny bumps erupting on her skin in reaction, almost as if it was lifting to feel him in return. Heat rushed through him in a tidal wave that nearly rocked him on his feet as he smoothed his hand up her body again, closed his palm over one breast, and lightly squeezed the rounded globe.

It was not just her skin that was soft, he realized, thoroughly bemused and enraptured. Her flesh, everywhere that he had touched her, was pliant.

He wasn’t certain, at first, that he liked that. It felt strange and unfamiliar, but his body was in no doubt. His reaction was powerful, heady. Heat poured through him like acid. His heart rate shot into a gallop that had him struggling to regulate his breathing.

When he glanced at her face again, he saw that her eyes were closed.

To shut him out, he wondered, feeling some of the heated desire recede?

Because he was in no doubt at all that he was as strange to her as she was to him, or, unfortunately, in any doubt that she was inclined to find that ‘strangeness’ as unnerving as he found it intriguing.

He averted his gaze. He couldn’t afford to think about that. He couldn’t afford to think beyond the moment. Breed her now, or she was dead now, disposed of with no more thought than the garbage the Sheloni littered space with.

If she did not want his touch, though, would it be better to make short work of it? Or better to try to soothe her, coax her? Could he do either one if she was repulsed by him, or afraid of him?

Doubt shook him. He knew nothing about this alien woman. If she were one of his kind … he would never force his cock into her
tup
as small as she was unless she was ready for him, welcomed him. Her body would have to create moisture to lubricate his entry, otherwise he could not help but damage her fragile flesh.

That thought almost made him lose his erection entirely. As it was, it had gone from rock hard to only semi-erect.

Resolutely closing his mind to both her reaction and the Sheloni observing the proceedings, Kole focused on his own responses, knowing it was the only way he could do what was required. If he allowed himself to think she found it frightening, painful, or revolting, he could
not
enjoy it, and if he did not enjoy it he could not do it.

Shifting upright, he placed a palm on either of her thighs, studying the contrast in their skin tones, the pleasing softness of her skin beneath his palms. Her thighs were so small he could almost span them with one hand, but that aroused him even as it unnerved him.

He yielded to the impulse to examine her
tup
as he had wanted to before. Vaguely disappointed that he loomed over her in such a way that he still could not study it as he liked, he resisted the impulse to kneel and look his fill. Instead, he investigated the thin, deep pink petals of her sex with his fingers. Relief and heat filled him when he discovered that she was formed the same as the females he was familiar with. At least he would not have to search for
that,
would not be struggling to fit himself into a place not meant for male flesh.

With great care, he eased one finger inside of her to be certain. She was not cool there. The heat was almost scorching hot. Moisture coated his finger. Her flesh clung to him, closed around his finger. His surging heart made the blood begin to pound in his temples and in his cock as he slowly pressed into her as far as he could and withdrew, feeling her body respond.

Sucking in a harsh breath as he sensed the impatience of the Sheloni, he withdrew his finger and caught his cock, aligning it with her opening and pressing slowly against her. The moment he saw and felt her flesh closing around his, felt the almost painfully exquisite pleasure rocketing through him from the tight grip of her hot flesh, a dark haze of madness seemed to envelope him. Nothing registered in his mind any longer beyond the desperation to plunge fully inside of her and feel his sex engulfed by hers.

Catching her hips in his hands, he strained to push his way past her resistant muscles for several moments before he realized he couldn’t without lubrication to ease his way. Letting out a pent up breath, he ceased to shove, allowed her muscles to push him almost completely out and then thrust again, over and over until her moisture coated his length, pressing a little more deeply each time. He found that he was shaking all over with the effort to fight the urge to ignore the resistance of her body and force his shaft inside of her. Sweat beaded his pores, collected, and then coated his skin as if he had been battling under Ach’s sweltering sun.

He was so intent on the task, so caught up in the glorious sensation of her heat and soft, clinging flesh, his body reached its peak, began to shake with imminent release before he had managed to get his cock much more than halfway inside of her. Grunting as the first tremors squeezed the breath out of him, he released his frantic grip on her hips and leaned over her again, gripping the table on either side of her, gasping for breath, fighting the urge to give into his release with every ounce of concentration he could muster. The effort was in vain. Her scent teased at his nostrils, seemed to curl into his gut like claws, drawing him to her. And as he leaned nearer, felt the soft caress of her skin along his cheek, the urge to taste her clogged his throat with need.

The moment he drew the tight little bud that tipped one breast into his mouth, he lost the battle, groaned as the seizures caught him up and his body began to pump his seed into her in nearly painful convulsions.

Dimly, belatedly, he remembered that he’d meant to pull out and release his seed between her thighs.

He tried, gritting his teeth and jerking his hips back, but he knew it was too late. He’d spilled his seed inside of her. Uttering a curse under his breath, he pushed away from her, locked his arms to support himself as the strength fled his body, grinding his teeth as his muscles shook with the effort.

Finally, dizzy with the weakness, feeling as if his knees were going to give out, he shoved upright, wavering on his feet.

The
Sheloni
looked both of them over dispassionately, studied the semen dripping from her
tup
speculatively and finally seemed grudgingly satisfied.

“This is a revolting and, it seems to me, very inefficient method of breeding. It can not be disputed, though, that nature works best in these things. Now that you have shown that you can overcome your … distaste for the creature, you will keep her with you until you have impregnated her,” the
Sheloni
said decisively.

Still reeling from the magnitude of his climax, feeling the beginnings of chagrin creep over him as it dawned on him that he’d come before he’d even managed full penetration, Kole lifted his head to stare at the
Sheloni
uncomprehendingly. When he glanced back at Bri, he saw that the restraints on her wrists and legs had been removed and the bots were lowering her legs from the supports.

“Take her?” he repeated numbly and then in gathering anger, “This is not natural!” he growled. “She is not my kind, not of my world! She was never intended to breed with the
Hirachi
!”

“We have studied both species carefully,” the
Sheloni
responded without concern. “The Earth women are compatible.”

Compatible how? Kole wanted to demand. Not physically, except that her reproductive organs were the same, or seemed the same from his viewpoint, anyway.

He did not say it, though, because the thought was enough to arouse him again and he had to focus on taming his wayward body.

At the same time, he realized he not only had no choice but that his refusal was likely to cost her more than it did him.

Maybe, he amended, staring at her with equal parts lust and uneasiness.

He had no idea how she’d felt about the experience since she was drugged and bound, but he thought it was very likely she would have tried to fight him off if she hadn’t been.

Still thoroughly rattled, he moved around the table to scoop her limp form into his arms. Even as weak as he still was it took little effort. She was so unexpectedly light, in fact, that he was completely unprepared for how easily he lifted her and nearly dropped her.

Gods help him! His wits had totally deserted him, and now he was going to be trapped with her until he managed to impregnate her!

* * * *

Confusion filled Bri when she realized that she wasn’t simply moving. She was being carried. She was draped haphazardly between two supports, one beneath her shoulders and one beneath her thighs, not lying upon the platform that usually moved her. She could not seem to find the strength to lift her head, however, and when she opened her eyes, vertigo assailed her.

She closed them again, struggling against the remnants of the drug in her system, and discovered that her mind had begun to clear--enough that she realized she was naked.

She frowned at that. Generally, she wasn’t undressed at all--not since the slavers had taken her clothing and replaced it with the gown which they only had to push out of the way when they wanted to examine her. There was also a stickiness between her thighs. That told her they’d been trying to impregnate her again. It told her the previous attempt had been unsuccessful. It also confirmed her fear that they wouldn’t stop trying.

The disjointed memories typical of her experiences were nothing like before, though.

This time it had been Kole leaning over her, probing her.

That thought was enough to give her the strength to lift her head and open her eyes again.

Golden yellow skin, tattoos, nipple rings.

A jolt went through her when she recognized the chest she was staring at. Uttering a groan, she gave up the effort to hold her head up, tried to let go of consciousness.

The movements had drawn his attention. He shifted her closer to his body, cradling her head in the crook between his arm and his chest. A shiver went through her as his warmth penetrated her bare, chilled flesh. Instinctively, she wiggled closer to the warmth.

Why was he carrying her? Or was this a drug induced hallucination?

And why was it that her sex was throbbing when it was generally her belly cramping from the instruments they pushed inside of her?

Because she hadn’t imagined Kole was leaning over her, probing her flesh. He had been.

But he hadn’t been using a medical instrument.

That was why her body was pinging like a son-of-a-bitch all over.

She’d thought it was a wet dream. She’d been horrified that she could respond sexually to a clinical impregnation, but it was even more horrifying to realize she’d responded to Kole.

Had he noticed?

Could he
not
have noticed she was wet? Panting for breath with the rise of sensual heat?

Anger shot through her. They’d drugged her. She’d been helpless to prevent a natural response to the stimulus of his touch. If she’d been clear headed, she would have fought it.

They hadn’t drugged her for that reason, though. They’d drugged her to make certain she didn’t fight them.

Had they drugged him, too?

Probably, she decided.

Whatever interest he might have had in that direction before, he’d lost it when she’d nearly gotten him killed by the robot. He’d either pointedly ignored her since or glared at her in silent accusation.

Despite the fact that there was still enough of the drug in her system to make her feel dizzy and sluggish, the moment she felt Kole settle her on a hard surface and release her, she struggled to move even further away. A yelp escaped her as she tipped over the edge of the platform and landed with an abruptness that knocked the breath from her.