Discovery (Hybrid Book 1) (23 page)

An idea suddenly occurred to her. “It’s not going to work. You know I’m not human, and scent is more important to us, you just don’t smell right, sorry.”

She heaved a sigh of relief as he got up. A moment later she heard the door close behind him.

Thank fuck for that. It was the first time the ‘alien’ card had proved useful. Less than a minute later, the door opened again. Her grinning admirer had returned and he held a crumpled shirt in his hand.

“Get a whiff of this then pussycat, it certainly seemed to work on you last night.”

She threw her head from side to side, but he still managed to pull the cloth gag from her mouth, and replace it with the wadded up shirt. Tenset’s shirt. Her anxiety level went down immediately. But then he started to touch her again, this time far more roughly, and she felt herself starting to respond.

For fucks sake, what was she doing? Connor was being tortured, and here she was, getting it on with the guard staff. A growl of frustration slipped out.

“Don’t fight it, sweetness, you’re just not made that way, give in and enjoy.”

His soft words were followed by lips closing around her nipple, pulling and nibbling while a rough hand tweaked the other. She tensed her body, trying to use physical strain to control herself. As much as she tried to concentrate on the fact that it wasn’t Tenset with her, her body didn’t seem to care as it reacted to his scent. She wanted to rub herself all over it, as she breathed it in.

“Now, now, don’t tense up, I’ve got hours to spare, and although I hope you’ll stretch this out as I’m really, really enjoying myself, you’ll make yourself ache going all stiff like that. And I want to be the only thing making you ache today.”

Chesara carried on with the tactic, now picturing that stern old nurse from the clinic in the room with her watching her with horror. The old bag had been harsh, but she had been the one Chesara had always turned to when she was hurt.

The mouth on her breast started to move downwards, kissing and nibbling as it went, a tongue poked into her belly button, and she felt a surge of desire in her sex. Not Tenset, not Tenset, she told herself but it didn’t seem to matter to her traitorous body.

She felt him smile against her, and he repeated the action whilst climbing onto the bed beside her. His erection pressed into her thigh and a finger moved between her folds. As soon as he touched her down there, it was as if her body bypassed her mind. She moaned, tilting her hips up as the ache she’d felt the other night started again, deep inside her.

“You really are beautiful you know, so reactive, it does a man’s ego good. You can’t hide the fact you want me pumping inside you.” She shook her head, trying to convince both of them that it wasn’t true.

“You are starting to get really wet, are you sure you don’t want it?”

Chesara’s mind was at war with itself, even as her body shouted ‘hell yeah’. One part of her mind was still insisting she resist the sensations wracking her body, the other insisted that it didn’t matter, it was going to happen anyway so why not enjoy it?

Suddenly he pushed two fingers inside her, and she couldn’t help groaning. As he started to move his fingers in and out, she found her hips moving of their own accord.

“As I said sweetness, I have a long time to kill; we don’t want you to finish too soon.” She hadn’t been kidding when she’d told Tenset she was going to find a guard to satisfy her and here he was, just where she wanted him.

He leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth again. Lighting shot through her as she arched up mindlessly against him.

“Christ, I saw you on the film, but I didn’t realise how quickly you respond. Do you hurt yet?”

She nodded frantically.

“Hell, I’m meant to leave it when it hurts, Tamas will fire me if I fuck you,” he mumbled to himself. She didn’t really care what he did, as long as he did what she needed him to do first.

Her eyes opened wide as he thrust three fingers hard inside her, her hips rising off the bed, to take in more of him. She felt her sheath start to contact, moving in waves around him, he body clearly couldn’t distinguish between fingers and an actual dick inside her as she undulated mindlessly against him.

She vaguely heard a scream of pain, but it didn’t cut through the fog of arousal she was experiencing.

“Crap, I can’t stand this, Don’t worry sweetness, Melton will be busy keeping an eye on Tamas and his toy, we have a few minutes. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

M
elton had been keeping an eye on both Baxter and Lord Tamas, popping back and forth between the cell doors checking on his two charges as was standard practice.

He’d moved to see what was happening with Lord Tamas when the male prisoner screamed. His standing orders were to enter the room only if he thought Tamas was getting carried away. The instructions had come from Tamas himself, and although over the years he’d stepped in on a number of occasions, Lord Tamas had always waved him away, apparently perfectly in control of himself.

As he looked in the door, Melton saw the prisoner’s fingers were in the process of being systematically broken. It wasn’t something he thought of as ‘overboard’ considering what he’d seen in the past. So after watching for a moment, he returned to supervising the ‘experiment’. This sort of thing always made him distinctly uncomfortable, but for the sake of his young family, he forced himself to do his job.

The sight that met his eyes when he looked into the cell had him swiftly wrenching the door open. Baxter was humping the alien like a madman, and judging by the way her legs were wrapped around him, she was enjoying every second.

When grabbed Baxter’s arm, the man didn’t even seem to notice, and judging by the concentration on his face, he was too damn close to doing just what he’d been warned not to do.

“Oh god, that’s fantastic,” Baxter gasped, so Melton grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the prisoner.

The snarling face Melton was confronted with, bore little resemblance to the man he’d worked alongside for years. Just like Tenset, it seemed intimate contact with this alien turned you more than a little crazy. Baxter roared in rage and Melton only just avoided his swing.

To his shock, once he’d backed off slightly, all Baxter did was turn back to the prisoner and attempt to mount her again. A prolonged touch of his stun baton to his colleague’s shoulder took him out as quickly as it had dealt with her last victim, Lord Tenset.

Melton pulled his colleague’s unconscious body off the moaning female prisoner to land on the cell floor. She was still secure, but seemed extremely distressed. As much as he hated to disturb his Lord at play, if he found out he’d kept this information form him, it’d be him in a cell alongside Tenset and now Baxter. Things had been so much more straightforward before they’d got involved with the Federation.

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amas had broken three fingers on Connor’s right hand, when he was disturbed by the interrogation room door opening. He broke his subject’s wrist with a delft twist, which unfortunately resulted in blissful unconsciousness for Connor.

He turned to Melton with a frown. If he hadn’t been disturbed, he might have kept Connor going for another hour at least. “Yes? This better be good.”

“Sir, there’s been a development in the experiment. I’m afraid Baxter managed to over step his role, but judging by their behaviour, I don’t think the act was completed.”

Tamas was gratified at the almost fearful expression on his senior guards face. Respect from those of lesser social status was very necessary.

“I’m very disappointed in you Melton, I trusted you to take care of it.”

“I accept full responsibility my Lord, I was away from my post momentarily. May I suggest that in the future, I assign a guard per cell if we have more than one ‘activity’ going on at once?”

Tamas realized what must have happened and decided to let it go, Melton have never failed in his duties before, and these were quite unusual circumstances.

“Do that. I want him placed face up on the central bench, shackled by wrist and ankle. He’ll come round quite quickly. Then I want her brought in, I need to see this healing ability in action.” He smiled at his subordinate.

“You know having someone of her ability around could make interrogation far more effective.” Tamas frowned slightly as he thought. “Although knowing your subject won’t die if you get too enthusiastic might remove some of the challenge and finesse I suppose.”

As usual, Melton didn’t voice an opinion. He merely nodded and did his master’s bidding. First moving Connor to the central bench, although he didn’t manage it without getting more than a little blood on himself. God the man was big.

He hoped that Chesara would be able to heal Connor as Tamas had suggested she could. In his experience, wounds like these often became infected, if the prisoner didn’t die from the blood loss and shock. It was usually one of his duties to nurse the prisoner back to a condition healthy enough for more ‘interrogation’, and dealing with their fear as they knew what was coming was particularly unpleasant. Still, Connor didn’t seem to be the sort that begged, not for a while anyway.

Lord Tamas was always difficult while he waited for his subjects to regain sufficient stamina, and a ‘difficult’ Lord Tamas wasn’t something he wanted to experience again anytime soon. Usually the only one who could calm him down was Tenset, but as he was also in the doghouse because of the alien, who knew where this would lead.

Melton had worked for the Tenset’s father’s family all his life and his family had lived on this estate for centuries. He’d grown up with Tenset’s father, and although the boy had become rather more flamboyant under his uncle’s influence, he was still a decent young man.

Melton couldn’t say the same thing for his uncle. The whole place had changed when Lord Tamas had moved in after Tenset was effectively orphaned. Yes, they’d occasionally had prisoners before the Tamas era, but they were usually local petty criminals waiting for law enforcement officials to pick them up.

Now, there was seldom a week went by without some poor bastard falling into Tamas’ clutches, although most of them seemed to enjoy his attentions, which Melton really didn’t understand. He’d learnt that where Tamas was concerned, it was best to do what you were told as quickly and efficiently as possible. Because people that didn’t, seemed to disappear. Without him, his family would be turned out into the cold, and his beloved wife was about to birth their third child. As much as he felt sympathy for these people, they weren’t his people.

Melton had hoped that as Tenset grew into a man, he’d take the reins away from his uncle, but that was looking increasingly unlikely. It was difficult to run an estate from the inside of a cell, especially if an alien temptress had messed with your head.

C
hesara realised the need was starting to recede slightly. Although it still felt like the worse hunger pains she’d ever experienced, her mind was starting to come out of the fog. It might have something to do with the fact her sexual partner was laying in an unconscious heap on the floor beside the bed, or that Melton had removed Tenset’s shirt from her mouth.

As the minutes ticked past she began to feel more and more like herself and putting her ‘medical’ hat on she assessed the evidence. The facts were overwhelming; she reacted like an animal in heat whenever she was in close contact with an aroused male, even more so if he smelt like Tenset.

How much ‘contact’ was needed to produce the reaction she didn’t know, both times it’d happened she’d had skin to skin contact, quite a lot of it. Tenset’s scent had definitely accelerated her reaction to the guard, but she was under no illusion that given time, she probably would have reacted in just the same way.

As she’d likely been in the same room as an aroused male in the past, but had never reacted in this way before, the theory that skin to skin contact was needed for her to lose her mind was probably correct.

However, she also had to admit that she hadn’t had skin to skin contact with an erect penis before coming to this planet either. So maybe it was something on Kalzir that was unduly affecting her or perhaps it was just Kalzirians she couldn’t resist.

To save herself from further mental anguish over her behaviour, she relegating the guard experience to an embarrassing medical issue, like throwing up on the dining table, or wetting the bed as a kid. She still felt intensely horny, but it was becoming more manageable. More like the ‘normal’ desire, she experienced before.

She was still pondering the medical implications, and trying to postulate the probable mechanisms involved, when the door opened, and a familiar face appeared.

“Hi Melton, how’s it going?” she said with a smile. There was nothing she could do about her naked state, or what he’d recently witnessed, so she decided that totally ignoring the issue was the easiest option.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a little odd?” he asked.

She gave him a grin. “Never. And I don’t lie either. It’s part of my religion.”

“What religion is that?” he enquired as he came into the room.

She shrugged. “Who knows, I’m still working on it. I quite like some of the old Earth ones though. Having the gods and goddesses come down and seduce mortals sounds quite fun.”

He just shook his head as he covered her with the robe that he’d left in the cell when he’d brought her in and started to untie her wrists.

“I’m taking you to see Mr. Temple,” he said as he started to untie her wrists. “Please behave yourself; I’d hate to have to haul you about like ‘Romeo’ here.” He indicated his unconscious colleague as he helped her to her feet.

“No problem, I’ll behave.” She remembered the scream from earlier, and desperately needed to reassure herself that Connor was all right.

“I bet he’s been doing his ‘stony silent’ routine. It takes a lot to get him riled up.”

At Melton’s lack of reply, Chesara felt a jolt of adrenaline. Judging by the dimming light from the cell window, it was the middle of the night. A lot could’ve happened since the last time she’d seen him. She didn’t want to think about the scream she’d heard earlier.