Instinct

Instinct

By

LeTeisha Newton

Instinct

Copyright © July 2013, LeTeisha Newton

All rights reserved

Cover art by Fiona Jayde © July 2013

Formatting by Bob Houston eBook Formatting

Amira Press

Charlotte, NC 28227

www.amirapress.com

ISBN: 978-1-627620-10-9

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Dedication

To Maya. We’ve lost touch but your story broke my heart. I hope you are finding just as happy an ending as Siren has. Dance, girl, even through the tears I know are falling.

Chapter One

“I must be in hell,” he murmured, rolling his shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had settled on him. He was still hard. Fiercely. Unforgivingly. Tight and breathtaking. His skin fairly itched with the need to shift, to run away. For a Level-Four Senser, that was simply not an option, especially when he couldn’t outrun the biggest hard-on he’d ever had in his life.

“How can you be in hell with so much skin in your face?” he heard his second ask with an arched brow. The gracefully tall Level-Three Wolf Senser could have made even a woman cringe with envy. His flesh was flawless, his eyes a crystalline blue that rivaled even the earth’s waters from space, and a build that said he ran and lifted twenty-three hours out of a twenty-four-hour day. That he was sprawled with reckless abandon while a rather ambitious low-level Senser bounced bare-assed on his lap, holding on to his cropped midnight hair with all her might, was something only he could achieve.

His cock glistened as he lifted the woman by her ass again and again onto his cock. Her short pixie-cut blonde hair bared her graceful neckline, and Xavier felt the urge to bite slink through him. Her breasts bounced before his face, taunting him. Oron gripped her hips, standing her up. He turned her, his dick shiny and standing erect with blood. The paleness against his dark trousers seemed like an aphrodisiac in itself. As a Wolf, Oron had said he’d often had sex in social gatherings. He’d told Xavier some mumbo jumbo about pack cohesion to explain it. Xavier just figured he was an exhibitionist at heart.

The woman sank back onto Oron’s cock, moaning her pleasure to the club. She leaned back against him, fingering her nipples and twisting them. Oron gripped her by her knees, lifting them and spreading them. Xavier could see how shiny her pussy lips were, swallowing his friend’s cock greedily. Holding her up with his strength, Oron planted his feet and pounded up into her. She screamed, pulling her nipples harder and riding out her pleasure. Oron just pushed harder, chuckling as she screeched, and forcing her legs farther apart.

“Yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me harder!” She arched her back, snaking her finger down her body to her clit. She flicked it wildly as Oron slammed into her.

The sound of flesh sliding against flesh pulled Xavier’s skin tight. He supposed he should look away, but he forced himself to watch, to try to find some sort of release. His body was wound up so tight he couldn’t find freedom. Oron had felt that perhaps coming to Posh, where sex was sold on a silver platter, and the women looked to fall into a man’s lap at the crook of his finger, would help him. As yet, it had only strung him tighter and tighter, until he could barely move, his cock straining the zipper of his trousers.

“Oron,” Xavier hissed, his teeth clenched hard enough to grind his molars to ash. He could smell the Wolf Senser female nearing her peak.

The dancer had zeroed in on them as soon as they’d entered Posh in Diameter Twelve. She’d wanted Oron, it had been evident. His second, however, had simply sat back, let her climb on him, and put having sex with her in a separate compartment of his brain as he worried about his friend. The woman meant little to Xavier. But her scent, the intoxicating scent of a woman in heat, was tempting to him.

He should have seen the event as a good thing, as he had been unable to lie with any woman satisfyingly for nearly three months. Instead, it simply made his prick harder to slam against a body. His Jag, infuriatingly, made it evidently clear she was not the woman it should be slamming into. He knew better than to ignore the animal that was his other half, the reason that humans hunted them all to near extinction. The damn thing could get rather temperamental.

He hissed, the thought of a human cooling his ardor long enough to watch dispassionately while the dancer screamed as her climax drew near. Heat returned as he smelled her flesh, felt her need, felt Oron’s as well. Oron pushed into her harder and harder, pushing her toward climax and nearing his. With a final shove, she screamed her climax into the throbbing club and slumped onto Oron’s lap.

“Pretty,” Oron whispered, distracting Xavier’s thoughts. With a careful but strong grip, he lifted the woman away from him and pushed her into the waiting arms of a waiter. “Take her to her rooms to recoup.”

With a shake, and not even a small backward glance to the woman who was being carried away from him, he turned on his leader, tucking his cock away absentmindedly.

“This is supposed to be helping,” Oron said then slowly. “Coming here was to find a woman for your Jag to sate itself with so we could get on with business.”

As the leader of the Sensers who had congregated on Diameter Twelve in Acvaria to escape prosecution and death from the hands of the very beings they had once protected from the shadows, Xavier had little time to care for himself. His entire existence was devoted to the protection of his people, and the express hatred of humans. His kind had protected them for eons, but when they’d become public, they were shunned. Now only fear, hatred, and violence remained.

Acvaria had become a world of nearly primitive existence for a time. Only areas where Sensers resided were well developed and functioning. The humans had hated their advancement. His ancestors had begun being murdered, much like the long-ago, nearly forgotten Civil Rights Movement of Earth.

In three short decades since his step into the mantle of leader, he had made the Sensers a household name for the top of security, infiltration, and mercenary work. He was richer than the long-dead Onassis, and stronger than the weak human president. He had many more years to live. Sensers, with a residual quirk from the Fates, often lived for several hundred years. That his cock was driving him insane and was going to kill him when his own people’s plight had not was simply ludicrous.

“I smell them,” he growled, fangs slowly extending in his salivating mouth. His tongue felt thick. If he moved it the wrong way, one of his canines would splice it in two, he was sure.

“I can taste their essence in the air, feel their hormones against my skin. Shit, O, my dick is hard enough to evaporate the nearest woman that takes it on, but none of them, not a single fucking one, is impressing
him
.”

He didn’t have to elaborate on who
him
was. As a Wolf Senser, capable of shifting into the ethereal form of a massive wolf, or a hybrid of both man and animal, Oron understood the demands of the other half. It had been a standing joke between them that since Xavier was Feline, Oron’s Wolf was following the pussy. Shifted, they still had to keep iron control of their other halves so that they wouldn’t instinctually fight. Natural enemies and yet best friends.

While some Sensers could control a certain element or had other powers of coercion, shifters were rare. The Fates had grown tired of their vigil over the human race. They gave birth to the Sensers to protect the charges that the old gods had forgotten from the threads of time and the wombs of Oracles. Sensers’ levels were determined by the strength of their Oracle mothers or, in rare cases, gaining superior control over their powers through use. Many Sensers couldn’t even pass zero, let alone reach the heights of four. Xavier was the only one they had now. His own inner circle was comprised of Level-Two Toxins, Sensers who could spew biological weapons with a well-pointed shot, and a Level Three, Oron, who stood at Xavier’s right as beta.

When they had gone public after the end of the world had obliterated the old ways, the humans had not welcomed them. They systematically hunted down the Oracle mothers, killing them, and so killing the Oracle mothers’ lines as well. The few Oracle mothers who remained were protected now within Xavier’s castle so that they could live normal lives. They no longer gave birth to more Sensers, now that the Sensers could have children of their own with mates, but their very lives fueled their descendants. One day they would find a way to safeguard the link, no matter how much Xavier had to spend on the research.

“This is more than simply need then,” Oron replied, shaking his head sympathetically and dragging Xavier from his thoughts. “Your other is not going to be happy with any woman, and your cock wants you to grab the nearest one. It’s mating season for you, I would say. You’re shit outta luck, my friend.”

Xavier growled low in his throat, his hackles rising. “Careful, puppy,” he whispered softly, his voice all the more deadly because of it. He knew his usually jade eyes were glowing gold in the darkened club. He could even feel the bristles of his coat pushing through his skin. A mate would complicate things more than he needed. For a time, he would be wrapped up in only her. She would become his priority above all others. As leader, he couldn’t afford the distraction.

He felt his vision switch, knowing his pupils were nearly completely dilated. His Jag was close to the surface, and he was more dangerous in this moment than anyone could imagine. His other self struggled to break free, wanting to find his mate. He snarled low in his chest, his body beginning to curl so that it could shift. He heard a quiet whimper, and was surprised out of his anger long enough to see his second with his face averted, exposing his vulnerable neck. The move was not lost on Xavier. For a Wolf, presenting its neck was an act of submission. He struggled to fight the shift. He fought his animal soul down far enough with a promise of,
Soon, soon we will find our mate
.

He sighed heavily. He must be in hell.

Chapter Two

“I am sorry, my friend,” Xavier soughed, rubbing his face roughly. Posh throbbed with a heady techno sound, bodies scantily clad undulating all around him, and here he was, nipping at his best friend.

Shit, he was screwed.

As a Senser, he had learned to deal with hatred and fear. He’d learned to loathe humans as much as they loathed his kind, and to steer his people into a new world. Pre-apocalyptic Earth had been a festering pool for humans. Slowly they had depleted themselves to nonexistence. The only thing left to them had been science, and they used it in any way they could. Hiding thousands away in airtight domes underground, the humans had weathered their end of days. The Fates had deemed it was time for them to show themselves, to let the humans see who had helped guide them for so long.

It wasn’t so much that the Sensers protected the humans from death and war, or there would have been some who would have died long before they had been able to kill so many others. The Fates had made it impossible for the Sensers to change the fate of mankind. It was more like the Sensers made sure that man would reach its appointed destiny. They had guided humans in science, religion, and intellectual studies until they had been able to survive their coming end of days. That had been the Sensers’ mission, one that had taken thousands of years after their creation. When they had seen them to the end of the mission, the Fates had then gifted the Sensers a chance to have their own lives, to meet their own fates.

In that time, the Sensers had been welcomed among human society. They protected humans, as they had for so many years. They had been the only ones strong enough to go outside of the domes to procure food and materials. Some had even been lucky enough to find their soul mates and enjoy the one emotion they had never truly known, love. To protect the humans, the Fates hadn’t allowed them to feel anything but obligation, honor, and the need to protect. It had been a peaceful time, when humans revered them, as was their due, a time for them to finally be free. The time had not lasted.