New Species 11 True (36 page)

It was satisfying when he stopped struggling, going totally
still. It didn’t last for more than a few seconds. He let go of the bar and
tried to grab the ankle of the foot resting on his crotch. She stomped down,
hoping she crushed his junk. He squealed and let go. She eased off the
pressure.

“Where is that Gift, Jerry? You’re going to tell me or I’m
going to torture the shit out of you. I learned something about that while at
Drackwood, watching what was done to those poor New Species you hate so much. I
love one of them and he almost died in there, being beaten and hurt, but you
didn’t give a damn. You just wanted money. Guess what? I just want you dead to
make sure you can’t hurt anyone else.”

She took a few calming breaths, trying to rein in her
temper. “But I’ll let you live if you tell me where the Gift is.” She lifted
up, letting him breathe. A red mark dented the fleshy area of his throat but
she didn’t feel bad about that either. He didn’t deserve it.

“Never.”

Her eyebrows arched. “Really?”

“Fuck you. I’m not telling. The cat bitch will die.” He
coughed. “I want money and I’ll tell where she is once I’m safe.” He turned his
head and twisted his bulky body in the same direction.

It caught Jeanie off balance and she tripped as the chair
slammed into her since he was a big guy. Two big hands clutched her hips to
prevent her from landing on her ass and she fell against a firm, big body.
Terror struck as she lifted her head to see which one of his goons had
returned. She was going to die a slow and painful death.

True frowned down at her. She stared into his eyes, part of
her afraid he was a dream. That beautiful gaze of his shifted away from her to
something on the floor. She followed it, watching as Jerry Boris struggled to
his feet. He coughed a little but managed to get up. His hands curled into
fists as he spun to attack. Darkness grabbed him by his throat and slammed him
up against a wall. He lifted him, easily putting the man on tiptoe.

“Cat bitch, huh?” Darkness snarled. “I’m kind of fond of
them myself since I’m feline too. I take offense to you saying she’ll die.” He
turned his head and held Jeanie’s gaze. “I have this. He’ll talk.”

Jeanie was in shock and worse, it was clear they’d heard and
seen what she’d been doing to Boris. She sagged in True’s arms. Another New
Species crouched next to her and he withdrew a small kit from one of his
pockets.

“I’m going to get you free.” Tiger gave her a grim smile
before turning his attention to the handcuffs attaching her to the chair.

The surreal feeling left her speechless. She’d lost it, totally
snapped, and her reaction to what she’d done was setting in. She’d been willing
to kill another person and might have if they hadn’t arrived to stop her. True
and the other New Species had to have been horrified when they’d walked in and
saw her using a chair to torture someone. She felt that way and she’d been the
one doing it.

“You’re safe.” True cradled her in his arms.

“Get her out of here,” Darkness ordered.

“Working on it,” Tiger muttered. “Or we’ll have to drag the
chair with her.”

“Hurry.” Darkness held Jeanie’s gaze again and seemed to
study her. He frowned before shifting his focus to True. “She’s seen enough
violence and suffered enough. I’m about to spill blood if that’s what it takes
to get him to tell us where the Gift is. I’ll get him to confess all his
crimes.”

“Those two men who work for Boris are coming back,” Jeanie
managed to get out.

“We have officers down here.” Justice came into view. “They
won’t make it far without being captured if they return. I’m having them map
the entire system since we weren’t aware of it until now. I wonder why they
weren’t in the blueprints we were given.”

Even Jeanie picked up his sarcastic tone and the way he
glared at Jerry Boris. She forced her mind to work. “He thinks Fury and Ellie
have a baby. He’s been keeping tabs on what has been ordered by the NSO and
where it’s being delivered. That’s how he found out where I was staying. He’s
also been down here going under people’s homes to listen and he heard a baby
crying.” She was careful how she worded what she said. “I told him that wasn’t
true but he threatened to tell the media that Species can breed, just to cause
problems.”

A few growls sounded and she glanced around, noticing for
the first time that over a dozen New Species had filled the chamber. She leaned
into True. The handcuffs popped open when the feline was able to pick the lock.
She glanced at him.

“Thank you.”

Tiger shoved the chair away and stood. “You’re welcome.”

True turned her in his arms and she raised her chin, almost
afraid to look at him. “I’m sorry.” It was the only thing she could think to
say.

He lifted her until they were at the same height and she had
no choice but to stare into his eyes. The tears that glistened in them weren’t
a surprise. He had to be mortified at what she’d done—almost as much as she
was.

“For what?”

“I lost my shit.”

He sniffed. “It smells so bad down here, I can’t tell.”

Tiger snorted. “She didn’t have an accident. She is talking
about what she did to Boris.”

True smiled. “I know. I was teasing. I wanted to get a smile
from her. I’m proud of how strong you are, Jeanie. It took strength to attack
him and try to force him to tell you about the Gift Female.”

Her mouth dropped open. His words stunned her.

“I’m almost sorry he got away from you. You were doing so
good. I’m going to have to train you a little better to watch out for moves
like that. The fact that you were willing to hurt him to force him to tell you
where a Gift is just shows how much of a Species you are. I’d kill for you,
Jeanie.” He leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. “We’re going home
to take a bath and I’m going to mount you from behind.”

She was speechless as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He chuckled. “Right after I tend to your wounds, which I’m
trying really hard to ignore so I don’t go rip out that human’s throat. I can
teach you to do that with your fingers. It’s something you should learn in case
anyone else ever comes after you again. We can use those human-size dolls for
you to practice on. You’d probably prefer using those.”

Jeanie sniffed, fighting the urge to burst into tears. True
didn’t appear upset or appalled. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Wrap around me, mate. I really need to feel
you right now. I doubt I’ll want to put you down for a week or two.”

She hugged his neck and hooked her legs around his waist. He
adjusted his hold and clutched her tightly as she buried her face against his
neck. He turned, heading home, and she just clung to him.

“Duck!”

Jeanie gasped and dived on the bed. The throw pillow from
the couch went sailing past her, missing her by inches. She landed on the
mattress with a bounce and turned her head, smirking at True.

“That’s not funny.”

He grinned as he strolled into the room. “You’re faster.”

“That’s because you keep tossing pillows at me. I swear I’m
going to hide every single one in the house.”

He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tore it up over his head
and dropped it on the floor. “I am serious about training you. I swear to
always protect you but I’ve learned that it’s better if you can fight just in
case I’m ever drugged again.”

“Homeland is safe. The catacombs have been mapped and the
exterior entrances sealed off with alarm sensors around every perimeter. We’ll
know immediately if they are ever messed with. Every grate has been welded shut
with more alarms. I think you guys went overboard.”

“There’s no such thing when our mates’ safety is at stake.”

She rolled over and sat up as he bent, tearing off his
boots. “Whatcha doing?”

“Getting naked.”

“I like that.” She scooted to the edge of the bed. “I’m
never going to get tired of watching you take off your clothes.”

He chuckled as he straightened, opening the front of his
pants. “You’re overdressed.”

“For what?” She batted her eyelashes. “Do you have something
in mind? Maybe a bath? A shower?”

He shoved down his pants and approached the bed. The way he
stalked closer was sexy and the fact that he was sporting a full erection was a
bonus. That was another thing she’d never get tired of looking at. He reached
her and growled.

“You’re still dressed.”

“That’s because once we start kissing I’ll forget about
everything else. I have a few questions.”

He frowned. “Justice said we could keep the house. We’re
mates and need the room. The dorm is not suitable for mates.”

“I knew that. Jessie came over while you were gone. I really
like her. She brought donuts.”

“I love sweets.” He leaned in, pushing her onto her back. “I
know something that is even better. You.” He kissed her neck as he pinned her
down. “And I know what I want to eat. You.”

Jeanie laughed, her fingers sliding into his hair. “I’m
serious.”

“Me too.” He raised his head, holding her gaze.

“Did they find her?”

His expression changed and she regretted asking. “Not yet. Boris
has refused to reveal the Gift’s location and believe me, Darkness was
persuasive.”

“Boris has got nothing to lose except his life. He’s such a
mean asshole.”

“He’ll never be free again.”

“They transferred him to Fuller?” She wasn’t sure that was
such a good idea, considering he used to be the warden.

“No. Darkness hasn’t used any of his more dangerous
interrogation methods yet. Boris is too soft and Darkness doesn’t want to risk
killing him before he gets what we need. But he won’t give up until he gets his
answers or Boris dies.”

“Good.” She didn’t feel a bit of guilt.

True abruptly rolled, yanking her on top of him. “Do you
want me to drive you to where he is being kept and hand you a chair to take
into his cell and see what you can get out of him? You were fierce.”

She sat up, straddling him. “That’s not funny.”

He sat up, too, pulling her against him. “I’m sorry.” One
hand stroked down her spine. “You were so sexy though. I just didn’t like your
foot on his dick. I’m the only male you should touch there.”

She shook her head, stroking the sides of his face. “Do you
have a foot fetish I didn’t know about?” She grinned.

He growled. “Now, that’s not funny. I like how gentle you
are when you touch me.”

She scooted back a little and let go of his face to reach
between them with both hands. “Like this?” Her fingers wrapped around the base
of his cock, her thumbs teasing the crown. “You’re definitely a two-hander. Or
do you prefer my mouth and tongue down there?”

“You know I don’t have much control when you do that.”

“I know.” She grinned. “Too bad I’m still dressed.”

“So take your clothes off or I will do it for you.”

“You’ll tear them.” She released him, scooted off his lap
and started undressing. “I’m kind of limited on the stuff I have until my
things from my apartment arrive.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.” He stretched out on his back and
grinned while she removed her clothes.

She crawled up his body and sat on his thighs. “You want me
to learn self-defense but you need to learn more control.”

“I want you too bad, Jeanie. Now isn’t the time to use your
mouth on me. I almost lost you again yesterday.”

“I’m fine.”

True’s gaze ran down her body, that hungry look in his eyes
making her hot. “You’re more than fine. You’re perfect. You make my blood boil
and you make me so hard I hurt for you.”

Jeanie climbed further up his body and leaned over to run
her tongue over his bottom lip. “I can do something about that.” She reached
between them and curled her fingers around his erection again. She shifted her
hips and eased down until both of them groaned as their bodies joined. True
gripped her hips.

Their gazes met. “You make me whole, Jeanie.”

She kissed True. “You make me whole too.”

True groaned as Jeanie began to slowly rock her hips. “You’re
heaven.”

Jeanie chuckled. “What a pair. You think I’m heaven and I
think you’re a god.”

“God, huh?” His hands lowered to firmly grab her ass as he
ground his hips upward, sinking into her deeper.

“A sex god.”

True laughed. “I try for you, Jeanie.”

“Try by moving. You’re torturing me here.” She bucked her
hips.

He thrust up. Jeanie gripped his shoulders and threw her
head back. “Succeeding,” she moaned. “Right there. Faster.”

“So demanding.” He rolled and pinned her under him. “I aim
to please.”

“You’re the best mate ever.”

“So are you. Now hold on tight.”

“Always.”

I’m a full-time “in-house supervisor” (sounds
much
better than plain ol’ housewife), mother and writer. I’m addicted to caramel
iced coffee, the occasional candy bar (or two) and trying to get at least five
hours of sleep at night.

I love to write all kinds of stories. I think the best part
about writing is the fact that real life is always uncertain, always tossing
things at us that we have no control over, but when you write, you can make
sure there’s always a happy ending. I
love
that about writing. I love to
sit down at my computer desk, put on my headphones and listen to loud music to
block out the world around me, so I can create worlds in front of me.

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