Discovery (Hybrid Book 1) (16 page)

“Aw fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. It’s like you’re sucking me. I’ve never felt anything like this...” She stopped listening as he started thrusting strongly.

Chesara felt herself finally rising on a wave of pleasure, but she still wasn’t tipping over the edge.

“Tenset, I can’t take it, do something,” she gasped, and he increased his pace.

“Come for me sweetheart, let it go,” he gasped and pulled her legs over his arms, which let him go even deeper.

The feeling was like being shot out of a rocket, as he connected with something deep inside her. It was similar to the feelings she’d given herself in the past, but so much more powerful, then she felt Tenset sink even deeper and strain.

“Fuck, what’s that?” he cried out then spasmed against her.

The feeling of hot seed pulsing inside her sent her into a higher plane of pleasure than she’d ever felt before, and she cried out, her vision closing down at the intensity of the sensations taking over her body.

As she became aware of her surroundings again, she realized Tenset was in a similar state, gasping and dazed above her, still balanced on his elbows, but his cheek was resting against her hair.

“Great Fucking God Almighty,” she gasped. “So that’s what all the fuss is about. I should have tried this fucking years ago,” Chesara said to herself as she stroked the back of his head.

When his breathing calmed a little, he lifted his head and looked at her, an odd expression on his face.

Had she done something wrong? He’d seemed perfectly happy, whilst they were actually ‘doing it,’ as far as she could remember, but that certainly wasn’t the face of a happy contented man. She could feel her face turning red. Way to go Chesara, you can’t even fuck properly.

“What’s the matter, didn’t I do it right? I’m so sorry if I got it wrong, but I haven’t had much, well actually any, experience at this sort of thing.”

“Chesara, sweetheart,” he paused as if trying to find the words to let her down gently. “I’ve never felt anything, and I mean anything as magnificent as that. You have something extraordinarily special going on inside, you are truly, truly amazing,” and he kissed her softly, reverently.

Alarm bells started to ring in her mind. “What’d you mean ‘special’? Are you saying I’m some sort of freak?” 

That’s all she needed.  On top of looking weird, having a freakish healing ability, she now had weird insides that made sex with her different than with a fully human woman.

She pushed him off, rolling him to the side, noticing that his once magnificent cock was now decidedly limp. She started looking round for her clothes, desperate to get back to her room and forget this whole embarrassing situation. A strong hand grasped her arm and she was pulled back against a large, muscular chest that smelt of magnificent male. She didn’t want to admit it, but he smelt even better now that there was a hint of her own scent on him.

“I’m saying, you infuriating woman, that I’ve never been with anyone who matches up to you, and I must admit I’ve entertained quite a few ladies over the years.”

This she didn’t want to hear, a comparison with his other conquests? Not bloody likely and she again tried to reach for the door. She found herself completely enfolded in a pair of muscular arms and pressed to a naked chest.

“Stop and listen. I’m not letting you go till you do.” After a brief struggle, she decided that she might as well hear what had him all fired up. He’d probably only chase her down the corridor otherwise.

“You’ve given me an extraordinary gift, and I’ll treasure it till the day I die.  Frankly, I’m seriously tempted to tie you to my bed forever. In any case my love, you are now mine Chesara, I have been you first, and I will be your only.”

This time she did manage to break out of his arms, fury giving her strength. It didn’t help that he was looking at her body rather than her face.

“You honestly have a bloody high opinion of yourself don’t you, the Great Lord Tenset?” She gesticulated, waving a hand in the air.

“Ownership after one fuck doesn’t apply on your world, and it certainly doesn’t apply in my world.” Her use of ‘fuck’ had at least snapped him out of the somewhat mindless drooling expression he’d had on his face. Now that she’d got his attention she continued.

“I enjoyed what we just did, I really did, and I’ll probably think about it for a very long time, but I will be leaving, with Connor in the next day or so. I’ve listened to your reasons for bringing me here, and deceiving the Federation, but I can’t promise I’ll help till I know what you want. We can discuss it again when your brain has moved out of your dick. I’m going to bed now, alone.”

Tenset’s expression had moved from dazed to angry and was now shifting into determined. Leaving quickly, before she found out what he was so determined about, was an excellent idea. Swiftly exiting the bedroom, she wanted to find her clothes in order to make as much of a dignified retreat as possible, given the circumstances.

As she walked, she realized that the area between her legs was no longer wet.  Putting her normally ever present healer hat back on, she concluded that with all the semen Tenset had pumped into her, at least some should have come back out. It seemed as if she had something else ‘odd’ about her, but at this was an advantage. There was no post-coital mess as those icky medical films had shown.

After locating her top and skirt, she placed her panties on the missing list, and put on the rest of her clothes before slipping out the door. It was a relief that Tenset had stayed in the bedroom. Hopefully, he’d taken note of what she’d said.

What a zalupa, ‘you are mine’ she mouthed to herself as she stalked across the landing to her own room. She went straight to the shower, and despite the fact she’d slept for so long earlier, she decided to tuck herself back into bed. She felt deliciously relaxed, but the bed looked unfortunately empty. Falling asleep in Tenset’s arms would have been preferable. As she slipped, naked, between the sheer, soft sheets, she wondered what Connor was doing, and if he ever dreamed about falling asleep with his arms around her after they’d made love.

She drifted as she imagined her head pillowed on Tenset’s chest, with Connor’s big dependable body up against her back. Unfortunately, humans didn’t do things like that, besides, in a few days, maybe even in a matter of hours, she’d leave Kalzir and would probably never seen Tenset again.

The ache in her heart was surprising.  ‘Love at first sight’ was a phenomenon the entertainments talked about, but she’d never really believed in it. And yet the thought of never seeing Tenset again was just as painful as considering never seeing Connor again.

Could she love two men? It was considered impossible by most humans, but then again, she wasn’t human. Her origins weren’t something she often dwelt on. Most of the time, she did her best to fit in with the people around her, despite her healing ability. But what if her people did things differently?

She drifted off to sleep with images of multiple male hands touching her, worshipping her and she had enough love for all of them.

C
onnor hadn’t seen a soul since waking up in this small cell. Judging by how stiff he felt, he’d been out for quite a while, and he didn’t think he was still at the embassy as the walls of his cell were stone, rather than plascrete. Apart from the single bed frame with a woefully thin mattress on which he lay, the room was empty. The view from the small barred ‘window’ wasn’t inspiring, all he could see was a patch of manicured grass at eye level and the shadows of trees about thirty feet away. He’d tried calling out the window earlier, but all that had produced was a threat from a patrolling guard with a stun baton. At least it wasn’t particularly cold.

There were no washing facilities in the cell, just a bucket in the corner that he’d already had to use. He felt damp, dirty, and unkempt. The last time he hadn’t washed or changed his uniform for this long was during survival training, and he’d hated it for that very reason. He mentally added his dirty and dishevelled state to the list of things he needed Tamas and his nephew to pay for. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d be exacting retribution, it was only a matter of time.

The light from the window continued to fade until the light filtered into his cell from the grate in the heavy wooden door, was brighter than the moonlight. It was enough to see vague shapes, but little else. Peering through the grate had revealed an equally bland corridor, made of the same grey stone blocks that made up the walls of his cell.

After searching the room for possibly a full hour he concluded that escape, without help, or a mistake by a guard, was unlikely. The only thing he could do was lie back on the damp bed, try to ignore the smell of his own urine in the bucket and conserve energy. He passed the time by considering what he knew about the situation and keeping a ‘virtual’ eye on Chesara via their paired implants.

From the readout, Chesara wasn’t unduly stressed, a little apprehensive maybe, but not in pain or frightened. He was at a loss to figure out why Tamas would go to the trouble of angering the entire Federation, just to keep Chesara for a year.  Even if they did co-operate fully with Tamas’ plan, neither of them were likely to see the Apollo again.

What the rebel Kalzirians had done, kidnapping a valuable Federation asset wouldn’t go unpunished. The evidence he and Chesara could provide would provide an airtight case, so the likelihood they’d survive to testify was low to completely non-existent.

Connor hadn’t let Tamas know his plan had a fatal flaw; the Apollo wouldn’t take the word of planetary officials that the ambassadors wouldn’t be returning. Even if they’d been reported dead, the Apollo would need bodies to verify. Even dead, they had significant value to the Federation, Chesara for research, and him for the Garian implant.

The plague was an inspired scheme to prevent a Federation team from coming down, but it had a fatal flaw. Without the code words indicating that the messages were legitimately from him, the Apollo would assume there was trouble. A rescue would have already been organized, so he just had to wait to be found.

His eyes jerked open as the readout from Chesara started to become more erratic. Her heart rate and blood pressure were rising sharply, the levels of adrenalin and prostaglandins were spiking, which indicated that she was aroused. Damn that Tenset, it had to be that smooth bastard. Connor felt his knuckles crack as he gripped the edge of the bed in anger.

He sprang to his feet, pacing, trying to regain his normal precise level of control. The fact that his charge was sexually aroused, shouldn’t be affecting him this deeply. He stopped pacing to concentrate as the readouts changed.

They showed a significant increase in endorphins, and the enzyme cyclooxygenase, which indicated that her body was coping with pain as well as excitement. What was going on, kinky sex? Chesara appeared to be simultaneously in a great deal of pain, and aroused. He didn’t know she was that way inclined, although the fact that Tenset was into didn’t surprise him. He wondered if the dandy would appreciate pain quite so much if he was the person experiencing it, and Connor certainly hoped he’d be able to conduct that experiment personally.

His vengeful thoughts were halted by the sounds of keys rattling and a heavy door opening. A bright light appeared in the corridor.

Connor returned to lounging on the bed, sitting up, leaning against the back wall of the cell with his fingers laced behind his head. His door was unlocked and opened and Tamas and the same guard he’d seen at the embassy stood just outside his cell.

The well-built guard was expressionless, but Tamas wore his usual slight smile. Connor tried to appear nonchalant as the man responsible for his current predicament sat down on a comfy winged chair another guard had placed opposite the cell in the corridor, before leaving.

“Glad you’re enjoying your accommodations Mr. Temple, you look quite relaxed, considering.”

Connor didn’t respond to the pleasant sounding overture.

“Not feeling chatty tonight? Do you need anything to eat or drink, I’d hate to appear a poor host.”

At Connor’s blank stare Tamas continued. “Well in that case shall we get on with things? Hopefully after hearing my tale of woe you’ll agree that it’s in the best interests of this planet as well as yourselves to render assistance to our cause.”

Connor looked towards the window above him feigning indifference, although it was becoming increasingly difficult as the readout showed Chesara was becoming increasingly agitated. It might have helped if he knew where she was, although in his present position, he couldn’t do much about it anyway.

“Where is she? You know you’ll get no co-operation from me if she’s been hurt or mistreated in any way.” He’d tried to keep his voice calm and professional but even he could hear the edge of anger in his voice. Damn he’d meant to make Tamas sweat, but it looked as if he was the only one losing his cool.

The broad smile that appeared on Tamas’ face meant they both knew he’d won this point.

“She’s perfectly fine. She had a lovely long sleep, and then she had a lovely dinner with my nephew. As we speak, they are getting to know each other a little better. In fact, from the noises I heard on the way down here, they are getting to know each other particularly well. She’s an active little thing isn’t she?”

Connor didn’t immediately react to news that Chesara was in the same building as himself. The readout from the implant indicated she was no longer in pain, but was now experiencing a degree of pleasure bordering on making her unconsciousness. Damn it, it should be him giving her that, not that Kalzirian idiot. The immediate, almost homicidally aggressive thought didn’t surprise him as much as it should have done. He mentally berated himself for getting involved with his charge, even if it was only one way, he was a professional after all.

“Did you hear me, Mr. Temple you seem somewhat distracted.” The poisonous smile on Tamas’ face said it all. The bastard was enjoying every minute of this.

“What do you want Tamas?” Connor ground out.