“Antidote? For what? I looked you guys up. Guys from Roge 5 bite their mates all the time. Their essence is healing, not poisonous.” Breanna looked at me with wide eyes as if confused to be explaining Hyperion physiology to me.
“I am a hybrid, a son of Rogue 5. My unique Forsian ancestry makes my bite deadly. I am not a doctor. I do not understand why, but I am telling you the truth, female. You will survive only a few days without the antidote. We must leave at once.” Telling everyone the truth about my Forsian brothers and myself was a calculated risk. Astra kept our condition quiet, a weakness our enemies need not know about lest they discover a way to use the knowledge against us, make Astra Legion weak, eliminate the group of Forsians who gave our leader such power.
Before we acquired the antidote, revealing our secrets to the entire Coalition Fleet would have been unthinkable. It was our understanding that a select few inside their Intelligence Coreknew of our condition, perhaps even contributed to the creation of the antidote. Still, the weakness was not common knowledge.
Everyone on Rogue 5 believed the Forsians in Astra Legion to be unpredictable and easily bored when it came to fucking females. Few knew the true reason we never claimed mates.
Now that my Forsian friend, Zenos, met and claimed a human female who had offered the antidote to Astra Legion in trade for vengeance, everything was different. We had a cure. A solution to the poison dripping from my fangs. I could save Breanna’s life. If they allowed her to come with me. If she agreed to come with me.
If she refused, I would toss her over my shoulder and carry her off this ship. I could not allow my mate to die a slow, painful death.
Her dark brown eyes, when she looked at me, showed no trace of fear, only curiosity. “If your essence is poisonous, why did you bite me?”
Breanna
“I bityou to save your life.” The huge Forsian snarled and bared his fangs at me. Did he want to kill me, or bite me again? I honestly couldn’t tell. I barely remembered the first bite, just a feeling of warm euphoria. I’d attributed that to the fact that I was literally dying. That’s what dying was supposed to be like, right? First you feel cold, then warm, then…nothing?
I did all that, but then I woke up in a ReGen pod completely healed and so horny a whisper of air across my skin could have set off an orgasm. Whatever was in his bite was dangerous, capital D, because that had been hours ago and my breasts werestill heavy, the nipples overly sensitized. My skin was warm, as if I’d sunken into a nice bath. And downtown? My pussy was so swollen and wet I had to force myself to concentrate enough to speak. The brief glimpse of his massive cock and rock-hard thighs hadn’t helped my situation. Even now, I was talking to him while staring at his chest.
The urge to nuzzle into him, nibble and taste, draw the scent of him deep into my lungs was so strong, so urgent, I took a step forward before I realized what I was doing. Captain Mill’s arm shot out to stop me, like a protective parent trying to keep me from swaying forward in the passenger seat of a car.
I was pretty sure this was one car wreck no one was going to be able to stop. Could I die from being too horny? Was that what their hybrid bite did? Make the body overheat to the point of spontaneous combustion? Because I was getting damn close.
Those shoulders. God. I had no idea muscles could have muscles. Why did the doctor give him those stupid green pants? Was shetryingto torment me?
“Doctor, what is he talking about?” Captain Mills turned his head to address the tall Atlan female, who shook her head.
“I have done a search. There is one entry on the subject, but the data is protected by I.C. encryption codes. I can’t access the files.” Her frown seemed genuinely confused and I glanced from her to the fanged giant staring at me, his expression completely unreadable as he spoke.
“That is because the condition is kept secret. If all of Rogue 5 knew of the Forsian weakness, Astra Legion would be at risk.” His gaze bored into me like twin lasers and made my heartbeat gallop like a racehorse in my chest. “I tell you now to save Breanna’s life, as she saved mine.”
“So, the stuff you injected into me saved my life in the moment. But now, because you bit me, I’m slowly dying anyway?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head. This made no sense. It would be a complete lie if I told myself having Captain Mills, Henry, and Lieutenant Collins in the room—all of us fully armed—made me feel safer.
If this guy wanted to get to me, none of us would be able to stop him. He’d been intimidating in his prisoner’s cell on the Hive ship, covered in blood, shackled with chains, and looking mostly dead. The doctor said he wasn’t fully recovered, that he needed hours more in the ReGen pod. But damn, if he was weak, he didn’t show it. The blood was gone, leaving gleaming skin across the widest chest and shoulders I’d ever seen. He wasn’t just a large alien, he was monster sized. Like an Atlan beast, without being in beast mode. There was zero confusion and zero wildness in his eyes.
He was fully aware, fully conscious,present.
Dangerous.That’s what he was.
I wanted one.
Screw that. I wantedhim.Naked. Taking me up against the wall. On the floor. From behind. Any way I could have him, as long as his cock was rock hard and buried deep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Imagining him taking me. Fucking me. Filling me. Making me his. The images rolled through my mind like I was watching a pornographic film with us on the screen. I couldn’t make it stop. Didn’t want to.
“Jesus.” The softly spoken curse slipped over my lips right before I licked them. His gaze followed the movement with an intensity that made my pussy clench. I felt empty. Desperate. On edge.
What the hell was going on? What did he do to me?
Doctor Moor stepped between us, breaking the spell. I blinked and stared at the wall. My feet. Anywhere but at him. “I thoroughly scanned Breanna when I took her out of the ReGen pod. All her scans were normal.”
Mikos shook his head as if frustrated and trying to explain algebra to a first grader. “How many hours has she been out of the pod?”
“Two or three. Not long,” I answered.
“Scan her again.”
