Natalie grinned at her new friend. “But you’re going to change all that.”
Avery laughed. “I’ll singlehandedly reform Congress, and you can miraculously fix our prisons. Then we’ll go have brunch.”
A warning signal pulsed at the side of the display. “The next volunteer just logged on. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Let me know if you need anything.” After offering Natalie a quick wave, Avery disconnected.
Natalie activated the next call and a young female appeared on the display. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her features were symmetrical and very pretty. The Rydarian hybrids would love her. Natalie glanced at the name at the top of her display, Fallon Oesterle.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Oesterle,” Natalie greeted.
Fallon smiled, her light brown eyes sparkling. “No one bothers with formality in prison. I’m either Fallon or Inmate Fifteen Nine Two Three.”
“All right, Fallon,” Natalie said, returning her smile. “I don’t have a lot of time for each interview, so excuse my directness. Have you ever been involved in a violent altercation, in or out of prison?”
“I punched a girl back in high school, but the authorities were never called,” Fallon explained. “Will that disqualify me?”
“Of course not,” Natalie assured. The question had been a test for Fallon’s honesty. The investigators had already reported the high school fight. “When will you be eligible for parole?”
“Sixteen years from now.”
Damn. She’d been convicted of theft. What in the world had she stolen?
Natalie’s next question was blunt to the point of rudeness, but she didn’t have time for subtlety. “Each participant will have multiple sexual partners. Was this explained to you?”
“I have no problem with sex and prefer dominant men. Bring it on,” she urged with a grin. “Anything is better than staying where I am now.” Shrewd determination suddenly lit her eyes and she lifted her chin. “We’ll honestly have the run of the entire planet? No guards with guns? No energy barriers?”
“Rydaria is still very much a wilderness, but there is no physical confinement. Each village has its own set of rules, however. And the rules are strictly enforced by the village leaders.”
“I’m not intimidated by their rules,” Fallon insisted. “I’ll do whatever they want as long as I have access to the forest. I was born and raised in Alaska. Being locked inside that prison is killing me.”
Natalie had heard enough. She liked Fallon and thought she was a good match for the program. “The investigation is ongoing. We’ll be in touch.”
Her AI assistant deactivated the call while Natalie typed the word ‘approved’ in Fallon’s status field.
CHAPTER 6
Patrick looked at his reluctant mate and fought back a rush of affection. Desiring her was understandable. Heather was a beautiful female, and she stood before him naked and ready for sex. Any heterosexual male with a pulse would desire her. But the need to shelter and adore her was unacceptable. She already had Gabriel wrapped around her finger. Patrick would not give in to her appeal so easily.
“Hands and knees on the bed,” he ordered gruffly. “Lower your head and spread your legs wide so I can see your pussy.” He took his cock in hand and stroked himself lazily as he waited for her to obey.
Feet dragging every step of the way, Heather moved to the bed and arranged herself as he’d described. Her sweet little ass tilted upward as she moved her legs apart. Her pussy was flushed and shiny. Her folds parted and a thin rivulet of cum ran down the inside of her thigh.
Patrick’s cock bucked within the circle of his fingers and possessive desire surged through his mind. He wanted to claim her, fill her, mark her, and keep her by his side for the restof his life. His instinctual need for his mate warred with his lingering desire for revenge. He’d already fucked her mouth. Now he’d fuck her pussy. Then he’d end in her tight, virgin ass. Maybe then he could relax and stop obsessing over her. He’d thought of little else since he discovered her in the bunkhouse. Countless memories drew his mind farther back. This wasn’t a new phenomenon. His obsession with Heather began during his captivity. Thoughts of her, both romantic and resentful, had kept him from going completely insane.
Moving in close behind her, Patrick grasped her thighs and pulled her knees closer to the edge of the bed. Then he ran his fingers along her inner thigh. “Gabriel’s cum is dripping from your pussy. Did you like riding his cock?”
“He made sure I did,” she said softly. “Does it make you jealous when he fucks me?”
He slapped her pussy just hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re being sassy.”
“I’m sorry, Master. Orgasms do that to me.”
“Do they now?” He pushed two of his fingers into her core and fucked her roughly. “Gabriel spoils you. If you want to come with me, you’ll have to work for it.” He pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy twice.
A soft, alarmed sound escaped her throat with the first slap, but she held still and silently accepted the second. Was she being stubborn or was the sting arousing her? Curious, and unbearably restless, he drove his cock all the way into her waiting core.
She moaned as her inner walls stretched around him. Then she tilted her hips and willingly took him deeper.
