Wolfen Domination (28 page)

            Deciding, finally, that perhaps he hadn’t
observed closely enough, he moved aside and waited for a human man to go
through.  He was distracted by the fact that there were far more females going
in than there were men.  And not only did the guard at the door not ask for ID,
he also didn’t ask for ten bucks.  Thoroughly confused by now, and far more
interested in following the women in than waiting to see more, Raphael was just
wondering if perhaps he should draw the man off into the alley and challenge
him to a fight, when a male human arrived.  The male human was asked to produce
an ID and ten bucks, just as he had been, which at least relieved him of the
suspicion that he’d been singled out.

            Curiously enough, the man pulled out a small
container and handed the guard a thin rectangle and a green piece of paper. 
The guard looked the stiff rectangle over, looked at the man, and handed it
back.  He put the piece of green paper in a drawer, hit the back of the man’s
hand with something, and the man went inside.

            Raphael retreated a short distance to think that
over.  Obviously, what he needed was one of those square things, because that
had the ID and the ten bucks in it.  He decided he would have to relieve one of
the human males of one of those objects.

            Retreating to the corner of the building, he
propped one shoulder against it and settled to wait.  He’d been waiting for a
few minutes when a likely looking prey appeared.  Sizing him up, Raphael
decided this one would be easier to take than most, not that he was
particularly worried about it.  He knew he was a good bit stronger than the
strongest of human males, but he thought that it wouldn’t work the best in the
world if he found it necessary to struggle with the man.  It might draw
unwanted attention.

            This one was a full head shorter than him and as
thin as a willow switch. Rafael was fairly certain there’d be no problem at
all.  As the man walked by him, he grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and
hauled him into the alley.

            “I have need of your … thing,” Raphael said,
slamming his victim into the wall.

            The male’s mouth worked, but no sound emerged. 
His eyes looked like they would pop from his head.

            “I need your thing,” Raphael said more
emphatically.

            “Oh fuck,” the man finally said.

            Raphael frowned.  He knew that word. 
That
word definitely lay in the range of his vocabulary, but there was no way in
hell that he was going to fuck a male to get what he needed.  “No fuck.  Just
give it to me.”

            “What do you want?” the man whined.

            “It’s sort of … square.  And it has ID and ten
bucks.”

            The guy looked almost relieved.  “God damned
foreigners can’t even speak English and they’re robbing people….”  He dragged
something from his pocket and held it out.

            Raphael released him and took it.  “Thank you,” he
said politely.  “You can go now.”

            He waited until he’d seen the man run away.  When
he was certain the man was gone, he went back up to the guard at the door.

            The guard looked him over.  “I told you you had
to have an ID and ten bucks.  What’s the matter?  You deaf?”

            Forcing a feral smile, Raphael handed him the
object he had procured.  The guard looked at him strangely.  After a moment, he
opened it up.  Sure enough, it contained one of the square things.  He took
that out, looked it over, and then looked at Raphael.

            “This says your name is Chris Smith.  You’re
twenty one years old, blonde haired, blue eyed, and you weigh one hundred and
twenty five pounds … and you’re female.”

            Raphael frowned.  The man had spoken much faster
than he could grasp the strange words.  He could see, though, that the man was
waiting for some sort of response. “Yes.”

            The man stared at him for several moments and
finally took a piece of paper out of the wallet and handed it back to him. 
“Next time, try rolling a man.  Just a suggestion.”

            Raphael was still thinking that over as he made
his way into the building.  It worried him to think he might have difficulty
telling the male human from the female.  He had been certain that the human he
had captured had been a man.  He’d never had that problem before, and he began
to wonder if he really did want a female human if it was so difficult to tell
them apart from the males.

            He was distracted from his disturbing thoughts by
the deafening rumble of thunder inside the building.  It was also far darker
inside than it was outside.  Flickering lights added to the confusion.  He
stopped when he reached the main room, still debating with himself as he
surveyed the sea of humans as to whether to proceed or to retreat until he had
had time to study the humans a little more closely.  There was hardly even room
to move.  He realized, however, as he glanced towards one particular spot in
the room, that this was definitely the place.

            There, men and women bumped and gyrated in some
strangely erotic mating dance.  Lust immediately surged through his blood,
seeming almost to pound in time to the beat he could hear in the noise.  He
would find the woman here.

            Threading his way between tables and chairs and
people of all shapes, sizes, and colors, he stopped when he reached the mating
floor, surveying the possibilities.  Almost at once, his gaze was drawn to one
particular female and a sensation like he’d been punched in the belly struck
him.  Her coloring and build reminded him painfully of the women he had known
in his own world, but the similarity ended there.  She was tall for a human
female but she was not as tall as an Elumi women, and she was not muscular as
the warrior women of Pearthen were.  She looked as if she would be soft to the
touch.  Her hips curved outward, her waist deeply inward.  When she turned, he
saw the soft globes of her breasts bounced gently and swayed mesmerizingly with
her movement.  The way she moved set blood to pounding in his temples and his
groin.  He knew the moment his gaze met hers that fate had smiled upon him. 
This was the woman he wanted.  This was the woman who would bear his child.

Coming later in 2012, watch for the
second Project Nemesis book, tentatively titled JUNGLE FEVER, an erotic
paranormal romance.

Yvonne Jackson was at the top of her field.  As a
hunter/tracker, she’d never failed to catch her quarry--outlaw or animal--once
she’d set her mind to it.  But with the IRS breathing down her back for taxes
her scumball ex-husband had dumped on her, she was in over her head and desperate
to avoid going to jail, without any hope of ever making a clean start for
herself with a $300,000 tax bill hanging over her head.  So when a government
agent offered a way out of her predicament, she jumped at the chance.

The assignment was simple:  locate and track a genetically
altered pack of wildcats that had been intentionally released by internal
saboteurs.

Yvonne had an elite team under her command, weapons,
tranquilizers, the latest in computer and espionage technology … and a special
pheromone--developed specifically by the government before the cats had escaped--that
should draw the animals straight to her.  They hadn’t had time to test it
before, but with her skills, they were confident she would succeed in rounding
up the beasts.

Piece of cake.  What she didn’t realize going in, was that
she wasn’t hunting animals, but something else.  Something science should never
have been able to create.  Animals couldn’t hide their tracks like this. 
Animals couldn’t be this intelligent, this adaptive.

Animals don’t turn human when tranquilized.

And the pheromone, which should have been a godsend, which
should have made her mission ridiculously simple, didn’t just draw them in.  It
drove them completely insane with lust … for her.