Chapter 10 Holly
HOLLY
My breath exploded out in a guttural cry like I’d been stabbed. Or at least impaled.
By one very massive dick.
He was both broad and long. Every twitch and clench of my internal muscles only allowed him deeper. There was no end in sight. Nothing to stop him but my cervix. Would it even hold against such inexorable force?
It did. Though pressure against it made another strangled squeal escape my lips.
Panting, I reflexively pushed my palms against his chest, trying to gain some reprieve.
Blindly, I reached up for the top of his shoulder, hoping I could leverage myself a bit higher, but my arms weren’t strong enough to haul my ass up against the pull of our bodies.
A terrifying sound rumbled out of his throat. My heart would have skipped a beat if it wasn’t already jumping around like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. :What’s wrong?:
Boulders crashed around in the grid. :I want it to feel as good for you as it feels for me. If we weren’t in this fucking cell wired for DSC to extract as evidence, I’d lay you out and examine every crevice until I found and tested all your erogenous zones.:
That sounded wonderful—and terrifying—at the same time.
:You don’t have many experiences in your databanks for me to use as reference.:
Oh shit. He had access to my memories?
My cheeks blazed with sudden heat. I didn’t have much luck in the romance department. Immature boys in school. Only one more serious boyfriend in college. Handpicked by my father, of course. “Only the best for his little princess,” he’d say.
If Brandon was the best he could do, then I’d rather be single. Though neither man had appreciated that answer much when I’d told them.
I’d never looked at anyone, man or woman, and felt an overwhelming sexual attraction. I could make myself come, sure, but I’d never been able to climax with someone else. Brandon hadn’t even tried. I honestly started to fear something was wrong with me.
Then I saw what Natalie had, and realization dawned. Maybe I wasn’t attracted to “normal” men. Maybe I needed a monster. Or five. I’d certainly been excited to try. But if my body wasn’t interested…
Syko let out another low, raw sound. I didn’t know what that meant. I had no way to know if he was pissed or amused or despairing.
:Yes you do, little human. You could listen to my fucking thoughts and know exactly what I’m feeling.
The same as I’m listening to yours, wondering why such a courageous yet delicate, tasty prey female would even dare jump into a cell with a beast like me and yet somehow feel shame.
Luckily for you, your mrions provided a detailed mapping of your anatomy.
More specifically, a nerve mapping, showing me the probabilities of where your erogenous zones are likely to be. :
:You don’t have to—:
He snapped his teeth together near my ear, making me flinch, even though he was in his humanoid shape. :We may be in a fucking prison cell, but my mate feels nothing but pleasure when I touch her.:
His fingers wrapped around my nipple, making me twitch with surprise. Then groan because it shifted the head of his cock against my cervix. :Here, for instance.:
He stroked his thumb back and forth and around, making the tissue harden.
Then the other breast. Back and forth. Lightly squeezing, kneading, until I couldn’t stop the sounds tearing out of my throat.
Scissoring more firmly, he tugged lightly and then harder when it only made me squirm more desperately.
:Your body is beginning to speak to me, Holly. I refuse to release the lock until you come on my dick.:
Tremors shook my thighs in uncontrollably twitches. My breath came in frantic, short gasps. :How do you know my language? The curse words and slang we use?:
His palm flattened over my stomach, stilling my breath.
His fingers splayed wide, teasingly stroking lower.
:I’m programmed to understand thousands of languages, and your databanks include references to your pop culture.
Songs, movies, books. It’s a simple—yet crucial—biological urge for me to absorb and modify my mannerisms to be more appealing to my mate.
The better you feel, the more likely our mating will be successful. :
:I don’t think I can,: I admitted in a rushed whisper. :Especially not here. Snyder’s probably watching, and that creeps me out.:
:I understand, yet he will see very little in this corner except my body curled around you. This area has the least surveillance coverage. I destroyed most of the cameras so badly they need to be replaced, and they haven’t dared try and move me to fix them.:
:I still can’t,: I whispered miserably. :I’ve never been able to before.:
:Because you need a mate.: His other hand cupped my nape and pulled my face against his chest. :You need me.:
SYKO
Outwardly, I managed to stay calm and in control for her sake. Inwardly, a destructive storm roiled inside me. The beast they created raged and roared and thundered with a fury more murderous than ever.
I railed at Draco Sirius Command. The agent she knew as Snyder, who’d captured her from her life and brought her to this abysmal laboratory.
They gave me this treasure as an afterthought. Something to lure me into cooperation for their own greedy agenda. The brutal hope of a mate. A companion. When I had no one and nothing. Not even a squad.
The ultimate bait to force me to reveal vulnerability. Because now they had leverage.
They could punish me, simply by taking her away.
They would continue to torture us both. Ultimately create offspring for their program—that I would not be able to protect.
Any younglings would be stolen from us, only another experimentation.
Another weakness to exploit. Another way to cause anguish.
Instinctual responses they would record and study so they could slice those inconvenient urges out of the next generation.
They fucked with the wrong monster this time. Now I had something to live for. Fight for. Protect. I’ll free her from this prison or ensure both of us died as painlessly as possible. She will never endure the endless prodding and experimentations I suffered. Let alone our younglings.
But first, I had to soothe and comfort her after such a rough start to our pairing. Making myself small enough to even get inside her had been a far greater challenge than any DSC had presented to me. Beasts like me aren’t meant to be small at any anything.
Let alone gentle.
They’d expected me to eat her, even though she carried the rebel cells the agent hoped might make us compatible. But they didn’t really want a successful mating.
Breeding, yes. Mating, no. There was a crucial difference.
Mating would make me an even worse nightmare for them to contain. I had to hope the agent didn’t know enough about dyni mating to prevent the full joining by stripping her away before I could imprint on her. Yet I couldn’t rush this or risk losing her entirely by my own mistakes.
I stroked her slender back soothingly, giving her time to breathe in my scent.
Now that I was inside her, chemicals were already pumping me with pheromones to attract and keep a prospective mate interested.
My cum flowed in a continuous stream inside her body, absorbing into her bloodstream, giving even more chemical hooks to bind us together.
Likewise, the hint of cream I’d tasted inside her was enough to start the binding in my body. We were close to full-on mating.
But I needed to know I could give her pleasure first. I refused to imprint her fully if I couldn’t satisfy her.
Now that she was at least calmer, her body adjusted to the intrusion, even though I was still far larger than her species’ males would even think about being. Mating was possible, with care and precision. As long as I could give her pleasure, we were compatible.
:You chose me,: I murmured as gently as possible in our private grid, keeping my soothing strokes on her back. :One in fifteen. Let me demonstrate that you chose wisely.:
:Are you sure you’re not part xenobiologist?:
I coated my fingers in the cum leaking from her body and then ever so carefully traced the soft flesh strained around my dick. Listening intently to her body’s signals. :Why’s that?:
:Lohr’s always talking about probabilities.: Her breath caught ever so slightly, so I stroked over that spot again. :He’s Natalie’s XNT.:
:BGR++ means they added far more to my programming than a normal pilot. I have the underlying framework for several specialists inherently built into my code.:
:Natalie’s pilot is a BGR+. I get the impression it wasn’t easy for him to get along with the rest of the squad, especially because she chose another first.:
The pad of my index finger worked lazy circles over her clit, making her legs twitch. :He’s alpha. They’re generally assholes.:
She laughed though the end of her amusement caught on a throaty moan. :Aren’t you an alpha?:
:Fuck no. I’m far worse.:
:What’s worse than an alpha?:
I pressed a little firmer, using the rest of my digits to tease the outer folds. :A Syko.:
She shuddered against me. Her thigh muscles quivered.
Her heart rate accelerated. Even better, more of her natural fluids flowed to mix with mine into a volatile cocktail.
Gritting my teeth, I fought the urge to thrust up inside her.
My temples throbbed in time with my heart, signaling hormonal overload.
If I came into rut…
:What’s that?:
I couldn’t answer immediately, though gratitude surged along with my lust. She was listening to me more if she was picking up random thoughts I hadn’t deliberately sent to her.
A ring of flesh hardened around the head of my cock. Ready to detonate. Gamma. Alpha. Beta. Nu. Xi. Eta. Canis Majoris. Sirius. Epsilon. Delta.
:Syko? Are you alright?:
A rumble rolled from my chest before I could prevent it from escaping. :I love when you say my name.:
:I’ll say it aloud when it’s safe. Though it makes me think of ‘psycho.’ You’re not psychotic or deranged.:
:The fuck I’m not. I’m just vigilantly trying to be gentle for you. Which is why I’m listing all the stars near Draco and Sirius. Distraction technique. Ask me when I’m not…: Her inner muscles tightened, making me grunt and pulse, quivering on the very edge.
:Oh.: Even her mental voice quivered with emotion and tension. Though maybe she wasn’t as attuned to her own body as I was right now. :You don’t… I’m not…:
Her thoughts scattered as a wave rolled up from her core.
Her head fell back, her body jerking with sensation.
Her tiny little opening convulsed and squeezed, and my cock exploded.
Streams of cum poured into her, immediately locked inside by the swollen knot.
For a moment, I feared I might tear her channel with the knot’s size, but her flesh stretched and held.
Though from the way she screamed, it must not be a pleasant sensation.
I braced my head against the wall and wrapped one arm around her, supporting her weight so the knot didn’t pull inside her even more.
My entire body juddered with the force of climax that didn’t end.
Pummeling waves of sensation. Crushing me, tearing me apart, reshaping me as the mate bond activated.
Fucking brutal pleasure, a devastating overload to all of my engineered systems. Roaring, I pounded my fist and head against the tungsten, trying to knock myself out before I injured her. The monster inside me thrashed as hard as my physical body. One slip. A millisecond of loss of control.
And she’d be dead. Torn apart by the beast inside me.
Luckily for both of us, the monster wanted her as badly as me. The last thing it wanted was to lose this tiny slip of rapture dropped into our cell.
Sirens blared inside my skull. Internal alarms warning of imminent shutdown. Relieved, I deployed instructions and then allowed the infinite blackness of space to swallow me.
Countdown initiated. See you on the other side, mate of mine.