Chapter Six

 

 

So tell me, Dr. Myer. What are you cooking in your lab? Fane’s question echoed through Cassie’s mind as she scrambled for an answer. How much did he already know about her current project? Was he testing her truthfulness? She gave herself a mental shake. Why the hell should she care if he caught her in a lie? She was his prisoner!

“What’s the nature of your most recent project?” he prompted when she didn’t immediately respond.

“I work on a lot of projects. Which one do you mean?” She tugged against his hold on her wrist, but he refused to let go. Her index finger tingled and she glanced at the transfer tube. She really needed to rest the system before someone ended up dead. She hadn’t anticipated this complication when she’d written the program.

He scooted forward and trapped her knees between his. “The security protocols surrounding your current project are far more sophisticated than anything you’ve utilized before. What are you hiding?”

“How do you know what my security protocols are unless you’ve tried to bypass them?” She stopped resisting, though her posture remained stiff and defiant.

“It’s my job to protect my people. If that means snooping through secured files from time to time, I can live with that.” Sincerity and commitment combined in a startling spike of emotion.

She meticulously suppressed her reaction to the mental jab, unwilling to reveal how clearly she was sensing his feelings. Nothing was more important to him than the people depending on him. She understood his dedication, even envied those he willingly protected. But she was not one of his people. She was a means to an end.

“And I see no reason to volunteer anything.” Her voice sounded oddly breathless, so she made her tone more forceful as she said, “I’m only cooperating to earn my freedom.”

Pinching off his emotions again, Fane looked into her eyes. “Then we’ll consider your explanation task number two.”

“Do you want this explanation or would you rather I determine the compatibility of human and Stilox DNA? If I do both, you’re out of tasks.”

Mal Ton chuckled, obviously following their exchange. “Sounds like you need to renegotiate.”

Fane shot him a sidelong glare. You’re not helping.

She’s your prisoner. Why bother with this elaborate barter system? You should be all the motivation she needs.

Cassie struggled with her expression. Mal Ton’s arrogance shouldn’t have surprised her, but the urge to slap him made her palm itch.

Technically she’s my wife, not my prisoner. Fane’s thumb brushed across the pulse point in her wrist, back and forth in a feather-light caress. She watched him closely. Did he have any idea she could hear his thoughts?

Why did you agree to the social alliance? Mal Ton continued. Is it really easier on your conscience to manipulate your wife than seduce your prisoner?

I don’t intend to manipulate her.

Call it what you like. She has information we need and it’s your job to access it.

With a frustrated sigh, Fane released her hand and leaned back in his chair.

“It’s rude to talk behind someone’s back.” Her tone was softly mocking. “Especially when they’re sitting right in front of you.”

Get her good and distracted and I’ll scan her mind, Mal Ton offered.

I’m not sure I want you in her mind.

Then let me distract her while you scan.

Cassie gasped and Mal Ton laughed. “I told you the link was interactive.” He shot Fane a triumphant glance before returning his attention to the control console. “The only reason for her to propose a social alliance was if she knew what you had planned.”

“Is he right?” Fane asked her directly. “Have you been able to hear my thoughts since I established the connection?”

There was no reason to lie. His knowledge of her ability minimized her best advantage. Still, she didn’t need to volunteer the details. “Yes.”

“Is it just my thoughts or can you sense my emotions too?”

A challenging smile was her only reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Fane persisted, frustration thinning his sensual lips.

“You don’t reveal a potential advantage to the enemy,” Mal Ton said without turning around. “Any foot soldier can tell you that.”

Without responding to Mal Ton’s assessment, Fane stood and grasped the back of her chair. He loomed over her, his features tense and menacing. She tried not to cower as her heartbeat sped and fear dried her mouth. He’d promised not to hurt her, vowed to protect her, but they were enemies.

“Did your nanites trigger latent powers or have you found a way to synthesize our abilities?”

Suspicion made his tone harsh, so she answered honestly. “All my powers are natural. All the nanites do is amplify what nature gave me.”

Mutant light ignited within his eyes, casting a warm glow across her face. “Look at me.”

Like a sweet temptation, she felt compelled to obey. Her nanites pushed back the compulsion, but Fane intensified the mystic lure. She raised her gaze to his and whimpered. Her eyes tingled and the air around her stirred, pressing her into the chair, holding her motionless while he flowed into her mind. Struggling within the silken thrall, she filled her mind with equations and trivial facts. He wasn’t touching her, but every molecule of her body felt him. She didn’t understand the sensations, could only experience the electric swirl. He surrounded her, swept into her, through her, and around her.

“Show me.”

The whisper-soft command made her shiver while her spirit rebelled. She would not surrender control! Yet she was powerless to resist, utterly helpless against the mystic current. Her mind opened, accepting his presence as readily as her body surrendered to his touch.

Bitter resentment pulsed through her. She hated being helpless, hated him for demonstrating his power so ruthlessly. Then a question formed within her anger. Why wasn’t she afraid? He could snuff out her life without effort and yet she didn’t feel threatened.

His mind waited, open and accessible. He wasn’t taking any more from her than he freely offered in return. Tentatively she ventured into his mind and the sheer scope of his being made her tremble. Pain and determination, frustration and fear, centuries of experience undulated all around her.

“Know me.” His hands pressed against her cheeks as he knelt in front of her and covered her mouth with his.

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss and the unbelievable melding of their spirits. His lips moved across hers, his tongue gently teasing. He soothed her. She relaxed and the exchange flowed more freely.

Images passed through her mind, imparting information with echoes of emotion. Fane in his youth, his heart open and joyous, thrilled by the possibilities of life. Love, innocent and pure, warmed Cassie as she watched Fane court his wife. Then the tranquil happiness was shattered by terror and fury more bitter than anything Cassie had experienced before. She trembled and moaned, instinctively drawing back from the pain.

The memory stream sped and images rained down upon her, stinging her mind like sparks. Endless years of drudgery and pain, muted by helplessness. Sense passed in a blur of resignation.

Nothing can change the past.

Fane’s voice sliced through the memories, drawing her back toward the present.

Consuming passion washed over her in dizzying waves. Cassie saw her naked body entwined with Fane’s, easily recognizing the scene. Three years ago, the second time they made love. But this was different. She sensed the resentment threaded through his pleasure.

I knew I had to leave you.

They were in her apartment now. He stood beside her bed, staring down at her still form. He longed for her, needed her yet responsibilities pressed in, oppressive and cloying. Faces flickered, eyes filled with hope and expectation, alight with a sense of awe. His people, the forgotten souls in his underground kingdom.

With a cry of utter frustration, he turned from the bedroom and began his search of her apartment. Codes, access codes shrouded in death—Nicho’s death. Cassie shuddered and propelled herself onward, speeding through the memory.

Fane sat at an access terminal, scrolling through a message index. Her father’s messages, accessed with the stolen codes. Fane spotted a familiar name—a well-known assassin—and opened the message.

Friday night. Make it look like a break-in. She’ll be at the opera.

Cassie fought against the memory as the pieces snapped into place. Max might have been deluded, but he’d told her the truth. Her father had ordered the hit on Nicho. The realization sank into her mind, bitterly cold and inescapable.

Another flurry of images swept across her mind: pain-contorted faces, shattered lives, endless suffering. And her father’s influence threaded through each like a poisonous cord. So much suffering. So many lives destroyed in his quest for power.

Stop! Make it stop! She writhed, the mystic net intolerable, her being inundated.

Fane slowed the current, narrowing the stream to a tight, manageable trickle. He eased out of her mind as she rushed from his, desperate to escape the suffering.

She collapsed in her seat, tears stinging her eyes, desolate and shaking. “Why would he… It can’t be true. It just can’t.”

Fane gathered her hands in his, concern and compassion shining in his eyes. “I wasn’t sure how to tell you. No matter how much I prepared you, I knew it would hurt like hell.” He kissed her knuckles, mutant light fading from his eyes.

“I can’t deal with this right now.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “My God, how do you live with all that pain?”

“I’ve had a long time to accept my past. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you.”

“My father is responsible for Nicho’s death.” She had to say the words out loud, to acknowledge the fact so she could begin to process the emotions.

“Your father is responsible for a lot of things,” Mal Ton muttered.

Fane shot him a warning glare. “I suspect you only know your father as well as he wanted you to know him.”

“I feel like such a fool.” One tear escaped and then another. Had her entire life been built on lies? Nicho was a spy, Fane had seduced her for the access codes, and her father was… utterly corrupt. With steely determination she batted away the tears. If she released her emotions right now, she would never stop crying. “Did you break the link?” she asked Fane, desperately needing a distraction. “I can’t feel you anymore.”

A soft smile curved his lips. “I’m still there, love. The connection is just more focused now, less intrusive.”

Fatigue washed over her, a soul-deep weariness her stubborn nature couldn’t combat. “Why do I feel so sleepy?” She could hardly keep her eyes open.

“Blending can be exhausting for an untrained mind. You experienced my entire life in less than a minute. Don’t fight it. Get some sleep. We’re still a long way from Protaria.”

She didn’t think to question the suggestion as he helped her adjust her seat. She snuggled into the slight recline and closed her eyes.

 

* * *

 

“What did you discover?” Mal Ton asked a few minutes later.

Fane brushed his fingertips along the side of her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful, so… innocent. She might be surrounded by deceit and depravity, but her spirit remained pure. “We know more about her father than she does.”

“She probably doesn’t want to know. Denial is a common survival mechanism.”

“It’s more than that. Howyn intentionally fragments all his projects. Separate teams work on various elements and only a select few are aware of the final purpose. Cassie has never been included in the select few. He’s always kept her isolated, or rather insulated, from the full picture.”

“Does he doubt her loyalty?”

It wasn’t a simple question. He’d sensed a deep-seated conflict in Cassie, but he wasn’t sure if she understood the cause. She had serious doubts about her father, yet she had never felt strongly enough to openly challenge him.

“He told her the practice protects her, that it decreases the chance of her being kidnapped or interrogated.” As he spoke, Fane pulled her safety restraints around her torso and fastened them in the middle of her chest.

Mal Ton shook his head. “I guess Max didn’t get the memo.”

“Her current project is like all the others.” He returned to his seat beside Mal Ton and pivoted to face the main view screen. “She’s programming nanites to absorb and amplify psychic energy, but she isn’t sure what the nanites will power once they’re charged.”

“Psychic energy? As in, the sort of energy we produce after surviving mutation?”

Fane nodded. “The very same.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Mal Ton muttered.

“She’s uneasy about her father’s intentions too, but he insists it’s safer if she doesn’t know the details.”

Mal Ton’s teal gaze lingered on Cassie for a long moment before he returned his attention to the control console. “Did you put her to sleep or was she worn out by the memory transfer?”

“A little of both. I’d rather she be unaware when we enter the Underground. She’s less likely to take off if she doesn’t realize how close she’ll be to home.”

“That’s presuming she doesn’t know the location of the Underground already.”

“She doesn’t. I checked.”

“Can we trust her?” Mal Ton turned toward Fane as he folded his arms over his chest. “And more important, how long do you intend to keep her? This barter system might fool her, but I’ve seen the way you look at her. You have no intention of letting her go.”

Fane smiled, unable to hide his reaction. “My intentions toward Cassandra are none of your business.”

“If you say so.”

 

* * *

 

Cassie floated in velvet tranquility. Weightless and languid, she drifted through dreams and memories, unable to distinguish one from the other. She was intrigued by the images, yet they held no real power over her. If she was impressed by what she saw, she lingered. If not, she simply turned away.

Her lab appeared within her mind, the image detailed and glaring. She shook her head and the image disintegrated like spun sugar beneath a sudden rain. She’d squandered too much of her life surrounded by sterile equipment and speculation. This was the last place she wanted to visit during this unusual dream.

And this had to be a dream. There was no other explanation for what she was experiencing. Still, she’d never felt anything quite like it. All of her senses were heightened and she could control her movements and thoughts.

She pictured sunlight and golden radiance erupted around her. The brilliance blinded her and warmed her skin. The combination of imagination and omnipotence sent shivers racing along her nerve endings and excitement zipping into the center of her chest. A distant echo of unrest pinged within her mind. Something had upset her, something painful and ominous. Why couldn’t she remember? She didn’t want to remember! It was so peaceful here.

Launching herself skyward, she left the distinct clutter of Sanctum behind. Thoughts of expectations and obligations peeled off her in layers, reshaping and liberating her. The wind caressed her body and whipped her hair across her face. She didn’t know where she was going, but it didn’t matter. She was exhilarated, soaring, spinning—free.

Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, drawing her back against a solid chest. Fane. She knew the warm spice of his scent and the shape of his hands. His touch was firm without hurting, capable and sure. His arms sheltered and protected. She was safe with Fane, cherished.

Cherished? What an odd word to attribute to an enemy.

A smile bowed her lips and she rested her head against his shoulder. They might have been born on opposite sides of the conflict, but Fane was not her enemy. He would caress and tease, arouse her slowly until she screamed in release. And she would welcome each demanding kiss, revel in passion’s onslaught.

“Are you dreaming too?” she asked without turning around.

“Does this feel like a dream?”

Mist swirled around them, blurring their surroundings, creating a surreal pocket where only they existed. “I know I’m not awake, but I… I don’t know what this is.”

“Does it matter? You’re in my arms and you’re safe. Let that be enough for a while.”

The dizzying rush slowed and she turned within the circle of his arms. “I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want you.”

“But you do?” he asked hopefully. Passion and tenderness made his eyes shine like polished peridot. His lips parted and curved, awaiting the smallest encouragement to begin their sensual campaign.

“You’ve enchanted me,” she whispered. “Made me helpless against your appeal.”

He chuckled and leaned in, brushing her temple with a light kiss. “What did you expect from a sorcerer?” His arms tightened, pressing her snugly against his chest and groin. “I can’t get enough of you.” He rolled his hips, drawing her attention to his growing erection. “As soon as I find release inside you, my love, I want you all over again.”

His hands cupped her ass and drew her to her toes. He aligned her mound with his shaft and rubbed against her, skin on skin. She groaned then shivered violently as heated tingles cascaded through her body. “Why can’t I resist you? I shouldn’t feel this way.”

He framed her face with his hands, all playfulness gone. “I am not creating these feelings, Cassandra. My pheromones were returned to normal a long time ago. And as for my Faundi skills, I would never use my power in that way. Making a person willing is just as despicable as taking them against their will. You can tease me about it, if it makes you more comfortable with our attraction, but it’s important that you acknowledge the truth.”

She dragged her gaze away from his earnest expression, not yet ready to surrender completely. “Where are we? What is this place?”

“There are many terms for where we are. Some call this astral perception or a metaphysical plane. You’re aware, but not awake. Think of it as a waking dream.”

She’d basically come to the same conclusion, so his explanation didn’t seem as fantastical as she’d expected it to seem. “Why did you bring me here?” The answer to that pressed against her belly. They were naked and he was aroused. No, they were both aroused.

“I didn’t want Mal Ton to watch us fuck,” he whispered the words against her lips.

Desire spiraled through her chest and lodged between her thighs, yet reality intruded, an unwanted reminder of her true circumstance. They were on their way to Protaria and she was his prisoner. Her body sagged against one of the ship’s high-backed seats, safety restraints holding her in place.

Fane pinched her ass, drawing her deeper into the waking dream. “Would you rather entertain Mal Ton? I don’t think he’d mind.”

“No.” She focused on her desire for Fane, immersing herself in the illusion. Their time together had always been stolen, secretive. Why should this be any different? “I don’t want to share this with anyone.”

“Then you admit you want me?”

It wasn’t a challenge, more like a crossroads. His gaze reflected the depth of his longing and the devotion he yearned to bestow upon her. A responding ache pulsed within her, making her hunger and burn. All she had to do was accept him, take the first step and they would be fulfilled.

“I’ve always wanted you,” she admitted with a sigh. “I wanted you the first time I saw you and I want you now.” This was a dream. Why shouldn’t they indulge their need for each other? No one was harmed by their love.

Their love? Shit! She’d done it again, attributed them with emotions far deeper than lust.

He smiled, obviously pleased by her response. If he heard her mental ramblings, he didn’t react to them. “Where shall we go? Have you ever seen the ocean?”

“In vids, not in person.”

“Then hold on tight.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. They were propelled through space, speeding like a comet across the sky. His mouth found hers, the kiss demanding and deep. She curled her tongue around his and sifted his hair with her fingers. His hands caressed her back and squeezed her bottom though his embrace remained strong.

The momentum slowed then stilled, and her toes touched something coarse and… sandy! She opened her eyes and gasped. A strip of white beach stretched off to her left and right. In front of her churned an ocean, vibrant blue with cresting waves and shimmering currents. A salty tang drifted on the air as it wafted across her face and played through her hair. She dug her toes into the sand and spread her arms, lost in wonder.

“This is amazing.” She took a deep breath and looked at Fane. “Where are we?”

“Not where. When. This is Stilox before the war.”

Sadness burst within her, blurring her vision with unshed tears. The war, her father’s betrayal, and all the suffering crashed down upon her with punishing force. She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head, unable to speak.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” He caught her tears as they escaped with the sweep of her lashes. “I didn’t bring you here to upset you. I wanted to share the beauty of this memory. When I think of Stilox, this is how I see it.”

He pulled her into his arms and she buried her face against the warmth of his throat. “How can I ever make things right again?” Grief and shame took turns pelting her composure. “So many have lost so much,” she sobbed. “And Father…”

Easing her back, he looked into her eyes. “You are not your father. You are only responsible for your actions and the decisions you make now that you know the truth.”

“I’ve had suspicions for years. I should have been more diligent, should have been less selfish. I’m so ashamed and so angry.” A violent shudder illustrated the depth of her emotions.

“That’s understandable. But give yourself a break. You can’t reshape the course of history in the blink of an eye. We have to take each day as it comes and make the most of each opportunity.”

“I want to kill him, yet I want to wake up and find this was all a bad dream.”

“Fight or flight. Basic survival instincts.” He caressed her damp cheek with the back of his hand. “The shock will subside and the pain will ease. We have plenty of time to plan a new strategy.”

She turned and faced the ocean, unconcerned with her nudity. A cool breeze caressed her skin and Fane’s strong arms settled around her waist. The rolling rhythm of the water soothed her, eased the emotional trauma to the back of her mind.

He rubbed his cheek against her hair, his arms secure without constricting. His body warmed her skin and stirred an electric awareness. The setting was so romantic and her emotions were so raw. She needed to lose herself in the moment, to feel something other than sorrow.

Blinking away the rest of her tears, she slowly rotated within the circle of his arms. “I want to touch you,” she whispered. “I need to drive back the pain.”

He brushed his lips over hers, not a kiss really, just a teasing glimpse of the pleasures to come. “I’ll help any way I can.”

She looped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. “You like to restrain me and I never get to enjoy you with my hands.” She whispered the words against his parted lips.

He chuckled and stepped back, lowering his arms to his sides. “I exist for your enjoyment. Touch me, taste me, do anything you like.”

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, thrilled by his uncharacteristic passivity. Just looking at his naked body built the tension between her thighs, but there was no telling how long his mood would last. She splayed her fingers against his chest, absorbing the heat and smoothness of his skin. Was his chest naturally hairless or had he permanently removed it at some point in the past? She tried to remember if he’d possessed chest hair when they first met, but the detail remained elusive.

Another deep chuckle escaped his throat. “You never stop thinking, do you? Your curious mind never slows down.”

Her gaze returned to his face. “I thought you couldn’t read my mind any longer.”

His smile was unrepentant. “I narrowed the scope of our link so it would be harder to access. I’ve been at this a little longer than you have, sweetheart. The effort for me is keeping other people’s thoughts out of my mind.”

“Can you absorb anyone’s memories, or was our exchange an extension of our link?”

“It’s called blending and I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else. As you saw, it’s a true exchange. My mind is open and vulnerable for as long as I’m scanning the other person.”

She accepted the explanation with a nod and returned to her exploration. His entire body was corded with tight, highly defined muscles. She worked her way up one arm, across his shoulders and down the other. His biceps flexed beneath her fingers, his hands tightly fisted. One glance at his groin explained the cause of his tension. His cock arched away from his body, fully erect and flushed.

Ignoring his obvious need, she circled behind him. Pressing her body against his back, she stroked up and down his torso, her hands moving ever closer to the proof of his desire. He shifted against her. His ass clenched then released. Easing back, she traced his spine, dipping her fingers into the cleft between his cheeks before squeezing the tight mounds with both hands.

His tattoo skimmed the lower curve of his ass before resting its head on his belly, below his right hipbone. Moving to his side, she traced the forked tongue protruding from its mouth. “How long have you had this?” She’d never thought to ask before, having no idea how long he’d lived.

“I received it during the ceremony establishing me as a Faundi defender, a sort of shaman.”

“Does it have specific meaning or does it simply mark your rank among your people?”

“Enduring the pain was a rite of passage, but the design itself is also important. Why don’t I explain all about it after we’ve taken care of this?” He tightened his abdominal muscles and his cock bobbed, drawing her attention away from his tattoo.

“All right, but I won’t forget to ask you. I really want to know.”

“And I really want to fuck you.” His eyes grew dark and stormy. “Are you finished touching me?”

“Not even close.” She knelt in the sand in front of him and returned to the tattoo. Following its undulating body, she caressed her way up his right leg. She paused at his groin to lick a drop of pre-cum off the tip of his cock then wound her way down his other leg.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He produced a sound half laugh and half moan.

“Anticipation makes the pleasure stronger.” She grinned up at him and finally curved her fingers around his shaft. “Haven’t you demonstrated that fact often enough with me?”

“This is revenge?”

“Revenge would be if I didn’t let you come.” She formed a firm circle with her fingers and pumped his cock. “I want you to come. In fact, I won’t stop until you do.”

Not giving him time to reply, she sucked his cock head into her mouth, swirling over the velvety flesh as her lips drew upon him. His head dropped back and he shuddered, emitting another throaty moan. His heat infused her mouth and his unique taste coated her tongue. She cradled his heavy sac in her free hand while she stroked him with the other.

So often he’d demanded her surrender with the consuming skill of his mouth. She craved his taste and the power of knowing he’d lost control. His legs tensed and his hips rocked, driving his shaft deeper into her mouth. He reached for her head then fisted his hands, allowing her complete control.

She licked and sucked, reveling in his surrender. He twitched against her tongue and his balls grew tight and lifted. Moving her hand to his hip, she used only her mouth now. Hot and hard, this was the seat of his virility yet also his most notable vulnerability. His trust thrilled her. She sucked harder and took him deeper.

His hips moved faster as she let him fuck her mouth. Take me, my love. Don’t hold back. I am yours.

She hadn’t intentionally sent her thoughts, but they were so much a part of what she was feeling, she didn’t regret the sentiment. He growled and framed her face with his hands, sliding the full length of her tongue with each quick stroke.

“Good,” he gasped. “So damn good.”

With one final lunge, he pushed to the back of her mouth and pumped his seed down her throat. Cassie swallowed and licked, eagerly accepting his essence as his pleasure blasted across their psychic link. Her pussy pulsed, echoing the spasms of his cock.

 

* * *

 

Fane stayed in her mouth, savoring the heat and her selflessness. She looked up at him, eyes bright and warm while her tongue lazily swirled against his cock head. “Keep that up and I’ll make you do it all over again.” With an audible groan he dragged himself out of her mouth.

She licked her lips and smiled. “I thought I ‘made’ you do it the first time.”

He returned her smile and swept his gaze along her naked body. “There are advantages to not restraining you.”

“Glad you approve.”

“Just don’t get used to it.” He swept her off her feet and placed her on her back in the sand. “I like to be on top.”

“I don’t think it has anything to do with our position. You like to be in control.”

“Damn right I do.” He grasped the back of her knees and spread her legs wide. Lowering his head between her thighs, he traced her slit with his tongue. “Mmm. So hot and slippery. I think you enjoyed tormenting me.”

“I think you’re right.”

He stretched out on his stomach and slipped his arms under her legs. Cupping her breasts with both hands, he leisurely licked her pussy. Her scent enticed him, urged him to fuck her with his tongue. He ignored the instinct and explored her delicate folds, savoring her taste and the silky softness of her flesh.

She finger-combed his hair and canted her hips, her breasts quivering beneath his fingers. Her nipples beaded against his palms, begging for direct stimulation. Sweeping up to her clit, he lashed the puffy nub as his fingers fastened onto her nipples. He circled her clit and rolled her nipples, his touch growing stronger with each cycle. She squirmed and moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Her taste inflamed him and her restlessness demanded he take control. He maneuvered her hands above her head with a mental command and held them there with a second compulsion. She gasped, wiggling as his mouth became more demanding.

He tweaked her nipples in farewell then moved his hands between her thighs, holding her open and fully accessible. Her head tossed against the sand and her breasts jiggled with each frantic breath. He admired the sight for a moment then returned to the treasure awaiting his kiss.

Dragging his tongue from her anus to her clit, he claimed her sex with slow, sustained caresses. “Mine,” he murmured, and she didn’t object. He thrust his tongue deep into her cunt, savoring the heat and the firm grasp of her inner muscles.

“Yours,” she whispered.

The unexpected offer astounded him. She’d surrendered her body without reservation, but this was a new level of submission. His lips moved against her folds as his tongue darted in and out. He wanted all of her, every opening, all she had to give. But he wouldn’t rush her, would never push her toward something she didn’t want.

“I want it.”

He gasped and lifted his face from between her legs. Without the distraction of her silky flesh, he could clearly sense her in his mind. Are you sure? There’s no hurry. We have the rest of our lives to explore. It seemed more intimate to speak mind to mind.

Fuck my ass. I trust you to make it good.

The statement punched into his gut and made his heart forget a beat. She trusted him! At least surrounded by metaphysical unreality. It was a start, an important step toward the sort of bond he wanted more than anything.

You won’t regret it. He paused to kiss her mouth before returning to her pussy. With tender licks and careful sucks, he took her to the edge of orgasm again and again.

“And you wonder why I made you wait!” she cried as he pulled her back for the third time.

Conjuring a lubricant more dependable than her essence, he pushed his middle finger past the tight muscular collar guarding her virgin opening. “How does that feel?”

“Strange but good. We’ve done this much before.”

He smiled and added a second finger. “Are you in a hurry to feel my cock stretching you?”

“Yes.” She pushed up, driving her body onto his fingers.

Her enthusiasm pushed him over the edge. He rolled her hips to the side and bent her knees. “Look at me, love. Look into my eyes as I fill you.” Their gazes locked and he positioned himself against her. “Thank you.”

He drove into her with slow, firm pressure. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. Her tight sphincter clamped around him for a moment, driving the breath from his lungs. She pushed out and he slid deeper and then deeper still. They exhaled together, their hearts beating in time.

Slipping his hand between her thighs, he teased her clit and her vaginal opening. She gradually relaxed, taking more of him into her hot rear passage. He conjured more lube before he attempted to move, refusing to cause her so much as a sting. She moaned as he pulled back and sighed when he pushed back in.

“How’s that?” He slid smoothly in and out, circling her clit with the same slow rhythm.

“Nice but…” She tucked her knees tight against her chest and rolled over.

He could either move with her or pull out, so he carefully followed her lead. She settled on her hands and knees then thrust back against him, forcing his entire length into her ass.

“Oh, yes.” She shivered. “Much better.”

Understanding her not-so-subtle hint, he grasped her hips and fucked her as he had longed to for so long. She felt incredibly tight and unbelievably hot and he was famished. All attempts at tenderness melted away beneath the blaze of their consuming desire. She thrust out against him, taking him as aggressively as he took her.

Her shoulder dipped and she turned her head to one side as she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. She was wild and unabashedly sexual, his match in every way. He threw back his head and roared, releasing his savage nature.

Faster and harder he thrust, taking her more fiercely than he had intended. She squeezed him and cried out sharply, her radiant pleasure surging into his mind. He drove his entire length into her eager body and came with a feral roar. Her ass contracted in rhythmic spasms, greedily milking his seed.

He stroked her back and hips, waiting for her to recover her senses. She pushed her arms beneath her again and looked back at him. “Are you all right?” she asked with a saucy wink, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh, I think I’ll survive. How about you?”

“I have no idea why we never did that before.”

“Because in reality it’s a little more complicated. It can be just as amazing, but we’ll have to take it slow.”

She looked around, her gaze somewhat muddled. “This is so real. I’d forgotten it isn’t… well, real.”

“It’s just a different sort of real.” He carefully drew out of her body and turned her around. He kissed her gently then held her, savoring the simple pleasure of having her in his arms.

“You promised to tell me about your tattoo,” she reminded.

“Why are you so curious?”

“I know it’s important to you and I suspect it will give me an insight into what makes you tick.”

He ran his hand from her shoulder to her breast and lightly brushed her nipple. “I’d think what makes me tick would be obvious by now.”

“You’re dodging the question, which only makes me more curious.”

She was right and it annoyed him. The design was sacred, the meaning intensely personal. Not even Mal Ton understood the significance of his tattoo. “In preparation for the ceremony each defender went on a vision walk with the tribe’s seer. She was ancient and powerful, living more often in the spirit world than in our own. The creature appeared to me there, in the world beyond. It is my guardian, my pantauk, the keeper of my soul. The lower wings represent the past, events that influence me but cannot be changed. The upper wings represent balance. One is the present and the other the future. Actions taken in the present affect what unfolds in the future, so each decision is important, each action relevant.”

“It’s beautiful. I’ve always liked the design. Are the tattoos always created on the right leg or is there a meaning to its location as well?”

He’d hoped his basic explanation would satisfy her curiosity. He should have realized she’d sense his omission. His mate was very perceptive. “The location is as unique as the design. My pantauk continually struggles to keep me grounded. That’s why it’s drawn on my leg. The position of its head is also intentional. The seer warned me that sex would play an unusually important role in my life. She told me great sorrow and great joy would spring from my loins.” He shuddered and turned his face away. “She was half right.”

“You found no joy in what we just shared?”

The hurt in her voice tore at his heart. Turning back to her, he brushed her cheek with his knuckles and managed to smile. “Joining my body with yours will always bring me joy, but the seer was referring to something more far-reaching, something prophetic.”

“Then the great joy just hasn’t happened yet.”

“I can’t imagine anything I could do that would balance the loss spread through…”

“Your body allowed the Stilox scientists to develop the counteragent. Countless lives were saved because of you.”

“As the pantauk’s wings remind me, the past cannot be changed.” Fane shook away the gloom and stared out over the cresting waves. “Our surreal break is just about over. We’re starting our descent toward Protaria. I better go.”

“What do you mean you better go? Aren’t I coming with you?”

“I’ll guide you back to the waking world once we’ve reached the Underground.” He kissed her brow and nodded toward the ocean. “Relax and enjoy the scenery.”

Chapter Seven

 

 

Smoke tickled Cassie’s nostrils, making her nose twitch. The scent was pleasant, inviting, until her mind registered the potential threat. Fire! Something was on fire. She shook away the lassitude and sat up with a gasp. Blinking repeatedly, she focused through the gloom.

Flames crackled and danced in a stone fireplace beside the sofa on which she’d been laid. Relief rushed through her and she released her pent-up breath. Firelight illuminated the room surrounding her, drawing her gaze to the rustic beams supporting the upper level, or levels. Where was she?

The room was massive. She was unable to see details beyond the circle of firelight, but a staircase nestled against one wall and hallways branched off in several directions.

“Welcome back.”

She whipped her head around as Mal Ton stepped out of the shadows. Had he been there all along? “Where’s Fane? What is this place?”

“Fane went to check on Sarah. He’ll be back in a few minutes. And this is the Mutant Underground.”

“How long was I out? What time is it?”

“About four hours and I’m not sure. Late afternoon-ish.”

She’d been kidnapped two days before or was it three? Everything had run together in her mind. Stilox, the rebel headquarters, and the metaphysical plane. How was she supposed to keep it all straight?

The details were less important than her current situation. She looked around again. This was Fane’s domain, his refuge from the rest of the world. The building looked ancient, long abandoned, or was that a trick of the firelight? “What did this place use to be?”

Mal Ton folded his arms across his brawny chest and strolled toward the fireplace. His movements were smooth and rolling, defined by casual power and confidence. “Once upon a time this was a fashionable hotel. Dignitaries and royalty from all over the star system vied for the privilege of staying in these rooms.”

She admired his rugged profile as he stared into the flames. Though his posture appeared relaxed, his sharp gaze and the tension in his shoulders revealed his wariness. “You don’t ever let your guard down, do you?”

“I’ve watched too many of my friends die when they relaxed for just a moment.”

“I’m sorry.”

He looked at her, his teal gaze penetrating and intense. “Why would you care? Most of them died before you were born.”

“That doesn’t make their deaths any less tragic.” She swung her feet to the floor and scooted to the edge of the sofa. “Despite the fact I’m Protarian elite, I am capable of feeling compassion.”

The flash of emotion receded and he inclined his head. “You’re right. You didn’t deserve the criticism. You’ve been remarkably civil.”

“For a member of the elite?” The hint of a smile was his only reply. “Are you and Lorelle linked? Can you sense her thoughts and emotions?”

“When mutants mate, it’s almost inevitable.”

“Do you consider yourself a mutant or Stilox?”

“My loyalty is to the Stilox resistance, but I am not ashamed to be called a mutant.”

The elite often used the word mutant disparagingly. It was odd to hear people claim it as a badge of honor. “Can you sense Lorelle now? How is she doing?”

“She’s in stasis, so I can’t sense her, but I spoke with Roark a short time ago. She’s stable, for now. I know you’ll do everything in your power to help her.”

She smiled at the unexpected praise. “How can you be so sure?”

“Fane trusts you. That’s good enough for me. Besides if you do anything to harm her in any way, I’ll hunt you down.”

Now that was more like Mal Ton! “Who is Sarah and why did Fane feel the need to check on her?”

His watchful stillness remained, the heat in his gaze smoldering. “Do you remember Sean, the specter who assisted in your rescue?”

“The blond man who teleported into the office?”

Mal Ton nodded. “Sarah is Sean’s sister.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Her mutation is becoming unstable.” His gaze returned to the leaping flames, anxiety etched upon his features. “We’ve all gone through it at one time or another. The cycle is different for everyone.”

“What cycle do you mean?”

“Those who survive the onset illness develop their initial mutation and then—”

“Initial mutation? That’s inaccurate for a couple of reasons. First not everyone who is infected by the virus mutates and second the word ‘initial’ indicates that people mutate more than once.”

Mal Ton leaned his shoulder against the wide mantelpiece and studied her. “The phrase might be inaccurate on Protaria where people have access to the best medical care money can buy. On Stilox and in the slums of Old Towne the situation is very different.”

“Are you inferring every person infected by the virus suffers some form of mutation?” She pushed to her feet, unable to sit still. Countless conversations echoed through her mind, passionate debates she’d refused to consider seriously.

“There was no inference in my statement,” Mal Ton stressed. “Only a small percentage of the mutations result in paranormal abilities, but every person without access to Protarian treatments is irreversibly changed by the virus.”

Allen Lansky, her occasional lab partner, would be so pleased to learn his theories were correct. Allen had insisted the mutations were far more widespread than the Protarian government was willing to admit. His evidence had been dismissed and his theories disregarded, irrevocably damaging his professional reputation.

Reeling from the casual revelation, she chose her words carefully. “You mentioned a cycle of destabilization. What does that mean?”

“For most of us it happens every seven years. It’s like a disease going in and out of remission. While the mutation is in remission the person’s abilities remain the same and their health is stable.”

“What happens when the mutation becomes active again?” She didn’t really need to ask. The resurgence of any disease was often more virulent than the onset illness.

“Each case is different. The person can develop new abilities, their existing abilities can become significantly stronger or they can simply… succumb. There’s no way to predict the outcome.”

He might have been reading one of Allen’s reports, his description was so similar. Nausea rolled through her, fueled by shame and regret. “There’s no treatment? Each person just endures the changes and hopes for the best?”

“Andrea engineered a counteragent that has been helpful in some cases. Fane responded to the formula incredibly well.” He glanced at her as he added, “Sarah isn’t so fortunate. We don’t know what else to do for her.”

The pain in his expression clawed at Cassie’s heart. Mal Ton and Fane had watched this cycle for centuries, helpless to change the outcome despite their preternatural abilities. It was amazing they could still feel anything at all.

“Is there anything I can do?” Her mouth was so dry she struggled to form the question.

“You tell me. Sarah barely survived the onset illness. The mutation left her physically deformed but opened her mind to prophetic visions. Ostan, Fane’s physician, has done everything he can. Our strongest psychic healer has only been able to slow the mutation’s progress temporarily.”

“May I see her scans?”

“You’ll have to ask Fane.” Mal Ton shrugged, his nonchalance seeming a bit affected. “You’re in his territory now.”

Fane returned a few minutes later, his angular features tense, gaze troubled. Seeing Cassie awake and standing, he offered her an anemic smile. “Welcome to my humble domain. I’ll try to make your stay as pleasant as possible.”

“How is Sarah?” she asked as he stepped up beside her.

He glanced at Mal Ton, displeasure obvious in his expression. “Why did you tell her about Sarah?”

“I know Ostan said she’s stabilized, but I can barely sense her. Something has to be done soon or we’ll lose her.”

Sensing Fane’s emotions seething beyond his mental shield, she insinuated herself into the budding argument. “I don’t know if there is anything I can do to help, but I’d be willing to look at her scans.”

Fane paused and took a deep breath, composing his expression. “I’m sure Ostan would welcome your input.” He guided her across the dimly lit room, Mal Ton following in their wake. A stone staircase descended into the bowels of the Underground. The lower levels were better maintained and equipped with technological advancements absent in the dilapidated hotel.

Ostan greeted them as they entered the clinic. His bright auburn hair and pearlescent skin provided a stark contrast for his ink black eyes. The jutting angle of his cheekbones accented his wide brow, making his face appear triangular. She was starting to understand what “changed” and “irreversibly mutated” meant.

The infirmary was far better equipped than Cassie expected but rather crude by Protarian standards. Sarah’s slight form had been draped with a sheet and an opaque veil obscured her face, leaving only her eyes visible. Mal Ton had mentioned a physical deformity, so Cassie focused on the readouts and displays.

“Was her coma spontaneous or induced?” she asked Ostan.

“I had no choice. There was continual synaptic activity emanating from the basal ganglia. The area began to calcify and—”

“It wasn’t an accusation.” She smiled, hoping the gesture would lessen his defensiveness. “I’m just trying to understand the situation. When did she fall ill?”

“She began complaining of headaches after the vision that led us to Lorelle,” Fane told her. “But her condition deteriorated rapidly over the past three days. Nothing we’ve tried has had any significant effect.”

Cassie paused to study the information Ostan had supplied. He’d run every test she could think of and more. Despite her work with the counteragent, genetic mutation really wasn’t her area of expertise. “I can’t help her, but I know who can.”

“Go on,” Fane prompted.

“I worked with a man named Allen Lansky on the counteragent. Father generally isolates anyone working on one of his projects, but a new outbreak of the virus forced him to forgo the precaution. Allen discovered several things about the virus that Father didn’t want to hear. One of Allen’s discoveries was the mutation cycle Mal Ton described to me.”

Fane looked at Mal Ton. “What do you know about Lansky?”

“I’ve heard the name, but I don’t know much about him.”

“Even after our joint project ended, we exchanged information, discreetly keeping each other informed on our respective progress. He’ll welcome the opportunity to prove his theories and I know I can trust him,” Cassie insisted.

“Trust him to do what?” Fane narrowed his gaze. “Why would he help us?”

“Allen’s hypothesis was met with disbelief and scorn. My father made sure of it. The discoveries my father wanted to keep, he attributed to me. The rest were rejected as folly. Allen’s become somewhat of a joke in the scientific community. He’ll see this as an opportunity to regain his reputation.” She intentionally avoided her own motivation. Allen came up through the ranks of the military until his achievements caught the eye of General Bryson. Allen’s combat background would come in handy when it came time to escape.

The thought brought her mental tangent grinding to a halt. Did she still intend to escape? Her emotions were so convoluted she wasn’t sure how to see herself anymore. At the very least Allen’s presence would give her options.

“If your father made Allen look like a fool,” Mal Ton persisted, “why does Allen still work for him?”

“My father controls research and development on all of Protaria. Any scientist who wants to utilize their skills doesn’t really have a choice.”

“Where can we find Allen Lansky?” Fane asked.

“There’s no need for subterfuge. Just let me talk to him. I can convince him to help us.”

Mal Ton laughed. “We haven’t lived this long by taking unnecessary chances. We’ll bring him here and you can explain what you need from him.”

“I need my personal directory downloaded to a DPU.” Without an interface sequencer she was dead in the water, unable to alter the programming of anyone’s nanites, even her own.

“You said you’ve been exchanging information with Lansky,” Fane reminded. “How much of your data does he possess?”

She fidgeted, annoyed by Fane’s perceptiveness. “Most of it.” Her apartment building, lab, and computer access points were doubtlessly under surveillance.

“And will he have the application you need to reprogram nanites?” Fane asked.

“Yes,” she grumbled as the opportunity to slip a message beyond the Underground faded from view.

“Then we’ll make sure Allen brings his DPU. You’ll have what you need to get started and we won’t risk setting off any alarms along the way.”

 

* * *

 

Nehalem absorbed the shuttle’s vibration and tried to relax. Her adventures in Old Towne Sanctum had become largely routine. She fucked whichever mutant her husband pointed out and used Bryson’s jealousy to keep herself focused. The mutants used her body while she drained their energy. It was an even exchange and it drove her husband crazy. Bryson still desired her despite his outward disdain, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until he lost control and acted upon that hunger.

This mission was more intimidating than their trips to Old Towne. They were on their way to Saronta, a leisure moon with no political affiliation. A potential buyer for Chrysalis One had requested a demonstration. Howyn hadn’t wanted Bryson exposed, so he’d suggested she interact with the buyer instead. She couldn’t let herself analyze the situation or she’d be paralyzed by fear. Howyn might consider her expendable, but she’d reawakened Bryson’s interest—his interest in her body at least.

She’d dressed carefully, her outfit far different from the provocative garments she usually wore. The impeccably tailored suit outlined her form without overtly displaying her assets. Without her sexual appeal, she felt vulnerable and powerless. And they were about to send her into the lion’s den.

Crossing her legs with an audible sigh, she watched to see if any of Bryson’s men glanced her way. The pilot and navigator’s chairs faced forward while parallel benches provided seating for everyone else. The two soldiers in the cockpit were occupied with flying the ship, but the two flanking her husband should have been tempted by her understated sensuality. Instead they stared straight ahead, their features locked in expressionless masks.

“If this goes off without a hitch, I’ll let you entertain us on the way back.” Bryson’s tone was dry and impatient, adding to her restlessness.

“And if this doesn’t go off as planned?” If she’d had any other option, she would have refused Howyn outright. At least with the mutants she had some measure of control.

“Pull yourself together,” Bryson snapped. “He’ll sense your fear.”

“What person in their right mind wouldn’t be frightened by this situation?”

“Opton is going with you and we’ll monitor every move you make. This is a business meeting, nothing more.”

They arrived on Saronta a short time later, wending their way through casinos and pleasure resorts until they found their destination. She shifted the long strap on her shoulder bag so it crossed her chest and climbed down from the shuttle. Opton descended two steps behind her, a silent reminder that she wasn’t alone. Colored lights gleamed all around her, hypnotizing and surreal. She waved away the robotic bellhop and produced a haughty expression as she headed for the main entrance to the posh hotel.

“Room 614.” Bryson’s voice arrived courtesy of a subdermal transceiver. The tiny device also allowed him to track her location and hear anything she said.

“Got it.” She headed for the elevator bank across the spacious lobby and took the first available car to the sixth floor. A domestabot opened the door for Nehalem and motioned her inside the luxurious suite. Opton ducked into the room half a second before the robot shut the door in his face. Taking up a position along the perimeter wall, Opton assessed the scene without being intrusive.

Bryson had warned Nehalem the buyer wasn’t humanoid. Still, the holoimage hadn’t captured the sheer foreignness of the creature awaiting her. Shae Milleepon sat on the sofa, his large round eyes staring at her with unblinking curiosity. Though his entire body was covered with amber fur, Shae wore a quilted robe of scarlet and gold. He was about the size of a five-year-old humanoid and his tendency to swing his feet… er, paws made it impossible not to notice that they didn’t reach the floor. His narrow head tilted one way and then the other like an animatronic teddy bear. How the hell was she supposed to take this seriously?

A humanoid female knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, head bowed, hands folded neatly in her lap. She wore a robe similar in color and cut to Shae Milleepon’s. Straight white-blonde hair fell forward, concealing her features. “I speak for the Shae,” the girl said without looking up. “Address your comments to him and proceed as if I were not here.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Shae Milleepon.” Was Shae his title or his name? Bryson hadn’t coached her on protocol. Should she kneel or offer her hand?

“Please be seated.” Shae motioned toward the chair facing him, but the words emanated from the girl. This was going to be interesting. Nehalem unfastened the strap on her bag before she took her seat. Before she could summon an appropriate opening for her presentation, Shae went on. “I was disappointed when Harold notified me that he was sending his agent. I was looking forward to meeting Harold face-to-face.”

Harold didn’t exist, of course. Everything had been arranged so Bryson and Howyn would have complete deniability. “I hope our product will lessen your disappointment.”

“I’m ready for the demonstration,” Shae said through the girl. “Please proceed.”

“May I approach? You need to be able to see the display.”

“Of course.”

She opened her bag and dug out a DPU, unfolding the slim case as she crossed the floor. “This is a live feed of Chrysalis One.” She angled the display so Shae could see both screens. One side displayed a human female in casual civilian clothes, standing in the middle of a holding cell. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and her blue eyes were void of any emotion. “The weapon has been prepped and is ready for your order. Here is a list of the powers available for upload.” She pointed to the other screen. “Each ability is rated according to its demands on the system. Chrysalis One has a maximum capacity of twenty, so you are welcome to mix and match the abilities as long as the combined ratings never top twenty.”

“Telekinesis is rated eight and empathy is rated four, so those two abilities can be uploaded at the same time?”

“That only brings your total to twelve,” Nehalem said with an uneasy smile. “You could select a third skill as long as the rating is eight or less.”

“Fascinating.” Shae hopped down from the sofa and stared at the list of abilities. “Upload telekinesis and physical strength. Both should be easy to demonstrate.”

“All right.” Nehalem turned to the other screen and said, “Chrysalis One, upload canisters four and six.”

Chrysalis One moved across the small room, camera following her progress. A row of metal canisters were arranged in a rack on a table at her left. She twisted off one of the lids and thrust her hand into the gelatinous goo contained within the canister.

“What is that substance?” Shae wanted to know.

“Nonspecific biological… I’m not sure what it’s called. The gel holds energy in a sort of suspension until it’s needed. Once a Chrysalis has uploaded the ability, it only stays viable for seventy-two hours.”

“And how long can it be maintained within the canisters?”

“A year, perhaps longer.” Nehalem had been thrilled when Bryson filled her in on the project. It had been wonderful to be included in their plans. Even so, she couldn’t shake the feeling she had been thrown to the wolves—or the teddy bears in this case.

They watched as Chrysalis One uploaded the other ability, sparks and illuminated lines streaking up her arm. “Please have the weapon demonstrate her strength,” Shae prompted.

“Chrysalis One, disarm your guards and destroy their weapons.”

With little outward effort, Chrysalis One rushed the men stationed on either side of the door. She threw one across the room and drove the other to the floor with a vicious shoulder chop from her forearm. She snatched his rifle from his limp hands and turned toward the camera, bending the bentine alloy with her bare hands.

“Impressive,” Shae muttered as the second guard’s weapon received the same treatment.

“Chrysalis One, use your mind to move one of your guards to the far corner.”

Telekinetics was no more taxing than bending bentine alloy. Chrysalis One stood near the center of the room with her hands clasped behind her back. She looked at one guard and his unconscious body rose into the air. With a jerk of her head, she sent him soaring across the room. He landed in a heap in the far corner just as Nehalem had requested.

“Do you have prototypes for any other species?”

They had only just attained functionality with the human prototype. Apparently the teddy bear didn’t realize Project Chrysalis was brand new. “I don’t believe so, but I’ll check with Harold.”

The room fell silent as Shae studied the list of abilities. “I’m impressed with what I’ve seen so far. Your prototype performs as well as you promised—in a controlled setting. I still need to see her in a real-world situation.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“There is an exclusive gala in Sanctum at the end of the week. I hadn’t planned to attend, but I still have my invitation. This is the sort of situation where the Chrysalis will be most valuable, in my estimation. I’ll send the details to Harold.”

“As you wish.” Nehalem quickly gathered her things and left the hotel room. “I am not cut out to be a spy,” she muttered as the elevator deposited her in the lobby.

“You did fine. In fact, you did far better than I expected,” Bryson’s disembodied voice reassured.

“Thanks a lot.” The shuttle was waiting for her on the departure ring as planned. Opton pulled open the hatch and she scurried into the relative safety of the small ship. “What use does a deranged teddy bear have for a biomechanical weapon that looks like a human female? The biggest advantage of Chrysalis One is that no one will see her coming.”

“Shae is a middleman.” Bryton slid over on the bench, making room for Opton. “We’ll go through him until we’ve identified his customers then we’ll negotiate directly with them.”

“That sounds dangerous.” After stuffing the shoulder bag in a wall compartment, she sat on the bench opposite Bryson and fastened her safety restraint straps. “What’s to keep his customers from telling Shae you’re trying to circumvent him?”

“The Chrysalis.” His tone held absolute finality. “No one else has anything like it.”

“Have the nanites been tested in any species other than human?”

His mouth opened as if he would answer then he shook his head. “You already know far more about this project than you were meant to know.”

The shuttle shimmied then banked sharply to the left. “Sorry,” the pilot muttered. “Saronta traffic is impossible.”

Nehalem fidgeted on her bench, pleased with what she had accomplished yet curious about all Bryson refused to tell her. Did they intend to sell the nanites and canisters as a sort of do-it-yourself kit? If they sold Chrysalis One, how would they continue their research? So much of this made no sense to her. Perhaps Chrysalis One would be contracted out for individual missions, but how would they ensure her return once the mission was complete? Or did they expect to make enough off one sale to… No, they were in this for the long run. Chrysalis One was the beginning not the culmination of their vision.

“Opton kept you safe during your first covert assignment,” Bryson said, drawing her back from her speculation. “Show him how grateful you are for his protection.”

“That’s not necessary, sir,” the burly guard objected.

Nehalem recognized the cruel hunger in Bryson’s gaze. He was ready for a performance. The more she resisted the better he would like it. Opton was handsome in a brutish, military fashion. His strong, young body was certainly appealing.

Unfastening her safety straps with a rebellious clatter, she pushed to her feet and positioned herself in front of Opton. His dark eyes widened and an adorable flush formed on the crest of his cheekbones.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” She licked her lips and let her gaze wander up and down his body. The other soldiers laughed and Opton glared, obviously uncomfortable with the attention.

“No, ma’am. I’m not a virgin.” He looked pointedly at her husband, sitting right beside him. “I prefer to do my fucking in private.”

“You’ve never needed pussy so bad you fucked someone in a bathroom or a stairwell?” she challenged in a soft, breathy tone.

“No, ma’am. I always managed to find a bed.”

She chuckled low in her throat and focused on his mouth, nicely curved, full lower lip, perfect for nibbling. “And I can’t remember the last time I bothered with a bed. I’ve always been spontaneous.”

“Enough talk,” Bryson snapped. “Get naked and get busy.”

“I’ll get naked, but I want him just the way he is, safety straps and all.”

“But, ma’am—”

“No more excuses. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” She put her fingers beneath his chin and pushed his mouth shut. His hands fisted on his thighs and he stared straight ahead, doing his best to ignore her completely. She shrugged out of her jacket and laid it across the bench behind her. His expression didn’t change. She kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. He continued his stubborn resistance.

“Opton! Don’t insult my wife with your attitude.”

It took the soldier a few seconds to comply. His gaze finally shifted to her face and she winked then parted her blouse. Her outfit might have been conservative, but her lingerie was blatantly sexy. The black lace bra cradled her breasts while leaving the nipples bare.

She sensed the others watching her and feminine power rushed through her veins. With her gaze locked with Opton’s, she grasped the tips of her breasts and rolled her nipples into tight, puckered beads.

“Now the pants,” Bryson urged. “Show him your ass and your soft pink cunt. Let him feel how fast you get wet.”

With a little wiggle, she shed her pants and set them on top of her jacket. She turned her back on Opton—and the men on either side of him—while she bent to remove her socks, presenting them with a fabulous view of her shapely legs and smooth, round ass.

“For gods’ sake, Opton. If you don’t want her, let me fuck her for you!” the soldier on his left cried.

“Not a bad idea, Lendorski. Stand behind her while you arouse her. Show Opton what he’s missing.”

Bryson’s words didn’t surprise Nehalem. It would have been more unusual if he hadn’t included others in the entertainment. He loved to watch her become overwhelmed by sensation, accepting cocks into every opening until the fullness made her beg for release. Her pussy clenched and heat spread across her skin.

Lendorski threw off his safety straps and joined her in the space between the benches. Pressing against her back as Bryson directed, he cupped her breasts and ground his erection into the small of her back.

“Tug on her nipples. Harder, make her moan.” Like a remote-controlled pleasurebot, Lendorski responded to Bryson’s directives. “Get rid of the bra, it’s distracting.” She helped him rid her of the garment, pulse pounding as they waited for Bryson’s next order. “Move in front of her now and suck on her nipples.”

They faced each other, offering Bryson and Opton a side view of their antics. Lendorski massaged her breasts while he greedily sucked, drawing the flesh deep before releasing it with a distinct pop. She looked at Bryson and smiled, reveling in her power over him. He wouldn’t touch her, but he couldn’t stop wanting her.

“The thong…” Bryson’s voice was tense and breathless. “Rip it off.”

Lendorski twisted the tiny front panel with his fingers and tugged hard. The straps snapped, leaving thin red welts on her ivory skin.

Bryson rose from the bench, his gaze fixated on the discoloration. He traced the welt across her hip then splayed his fingers across one of her ass cheeks. “Lendorski, change of plans. Lie down on the bench.”

“Yes, sir.” The soldier pushed her clothing to the far end of the bench and spread out on his back.

“I’ve wanted to do this for longer than you can imagine.” Bryson whispered the words in her ear, causing her to shiver. She wasn’t sure what ‘this’ was, but she doubted that it would be pleasant. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.

Urging her toward Lendorski’s prone body, Bryson positioned her beside the bench. He guided her hands to the wall and spread her legs. Her back was bent, her ass sticking out, an unintentional invitation. Would he take her in the ass while Lendorski fingered her cunt? Uncertainty twisted, making her restless and unsure.

She looked over her shoulder, trying to determine Bryson’s next move. With a wicked grin, he unbuckled his belt and drew it out of the pants loops. Holy shit! He was going to spank her. Her ass cheeks flexed and her stomach clenched. Bryson had spanked her before, plenty of times, but he’d never used a belt on her before.

“Lendorski, push two fingers into her pussy.” The soldier immediately obeyed. His lust-bright eyes devoured her sex as his fingers explored her most intimate flesh. He slid his fingers in and out several times before coming to rest deep inside her passage. “Now tell me if she comes. She does not have permission to enjoy this.”

Closing her eyes, she consciously released all the tension gripping her muscles. Apparently, Bryson had grown tired of watching her pleasure. Was she brave enough to control the pain?

Bryson rubbed his hand over her ass, prolonging the anticipation. “Your skin is so delicate, so fine. I bet it will burn with just the slightest encouragement.”

She didn’t reply. Nothing she said would change his intentions, so why give him the satisfaction? His fingers trailed into the crack between her cheeks, teasing her anus with a feather-light touch. She held her breath, afraid to move, unwilling to break the sensual spell. She felt light and floating as if she didn’t quite belong to her body. He’d crossed the line and touched her. It was only a matter of time before—

He moved his hand and swung the belt, the sharp crack far worse than the sting. Lendorski flinched, but she relaxed with a slow, controlled sigh. Bryson couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt her, any more than he could bring himself to fuck her. His second swing echoed the first, a sharp crack and a slight sting. Heat spread across her skin, the sensation more soothing than punishing.

“Don’t fight it, slut. Scream for me. I want to hear you scream.” Two more swings followed in quick succession, each one kissing a different path across her ass. The slow-burning tingle made her wiggle and moan. Her pussy melted, her inner muscles rippling around Lendorski’s fingers. It felt raw and… arousing! The belt caressed her ass, spreading heat and heightening sensitivity.

“Scream, damn you. I can’t stop until you scream.”

She wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop. Her body was humming, smoldering, suspended in a surreal haze.

Lendorski pushed up on his elbow, bringing his face closer to her crotch. “She’s really close, sir, and really wet!”

Bryson dropped the belt and pressed his palms against her ass cheeks. The slight pressure amplified the burn. She cried out, surprised by the stark lust throbbing in her pussy. “Louder!” He squeezed harder and she gave in, screaming loud enough to salvage his pride. “Pull out. She hasn’t earned an orgasm.”

She moaned in frustration when Lendorski removed his fingers. She’d been so close to a spectacular climax, maybe the most amazing of her life. Bryson wrapped her hair around his fist, not hurting, just controlling her movements. “Open up, Lendorski. You’re about to get the best blowjob of your life.” Lendorski frantically unfastened the front of his flight suit and freed his eager cock. She started to kneel, but Bryson stopped her. “Bend from the waist. Keep that pretty ass right where it is.”

Only by widening her stance and bracing her hands on the bench was she able to reach Lendorski’s crotch without bending her knees. She guided his cock to her mouth and went to work with dispassionate skill.

“Last chance, Opton.”

Her steady bobbing faltered as she listened for Opton’s reply. If he refused to fuck her, would Bryson take his place? She could barely remember the last time her husband joined his flesh to hers. Please let Opton decline!

“I appreciate the offer, sir. I’d rather watch.”

Bryson’s hand tightened in her hair, so she resumed her slide up and down Lendorski’s shaft. Lendorski reached beneath her and absently fondled her breasts. Fingers thrust into her cunt and Bryson groaned. “So hot and so fucking wet. Ruiz, get over here.”

No! Fuck me yourself. I’m right here, love. Take me. She tightened her inner muscles, begging for the solid column of his cock. His hand slipped out of her hair and she heard movement behind her. Fingers bit into her hips and the blunt head of a cock found her vaginal opening. For just a moment she thought Bryson was poised to take her then he stepped into her peripheral vision and her heart sank.

“Beg me!” Bryson growled, leaning close to her ear. “If you want Ruiz to fuck you, you have to beg.”

She whimpered, unable to comply.

“Not good enough.”

Releasing Lendorski for a moment, she said, “Please. Order him to fuck me. I need it bad.” Bryson nodded toward the soldier and Ruiz drilled into her, slow and steady, stopping only when his balls pressed against her clit. “Yes!” she moaned. “More, please, more.”

Not waiting to see if he would oblige, she sucked Lendorski back into her mouth and resumed her steady slide. Ruiz held her hips, the firm slap of his body against her ass enough to maintain the heat. He moved strong and steady within her slick passage. She matched her bobbing to the firm rocking of the young man’s hips.

She didn’t care if the others watched or what they thought. Bryson stood beside her, eyes wild with lust. Why wouldn’t he fuck her? Why persist with these twisted games? Ruiz sped his pace, his hands clutching her hips while his cock drove deep into her pussy.

Lendorski lunged off the bench, clasping her face between his hands. His shaft jerked against her tongue and his seed shot into her throat. She swallowed, glad to be rid of the distraction.

Ruiz held her steady and pounded into her cunt. Despite his vigorous thrusting, her arousal had just begun to build. She slipped her hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit. Tension built, swirling beneath her fingertips and rippling along the walls of her passage. Ruiz felt thick and strong, filling her deeply with each forceful thrust. She grasped her clit and gently tugged on the delicate stem, imagining her husband behind her, pretending his cock shuttled in and out of her needful passage. Sensations radiated outward, spreading the tingles and the heat.

Coming with a sharp cry, Ruiz shuddered against and into her. She tightened her inner muscles and pinched her clit, forcing her reluctant orgasm to crest. The wave was lazy and quickly dissipated, but at least she came.

The soldiers moved away from the bench, leaving her naked and trembling. She reached for her clothes, but Bryson grabbed her wrist. “Remain as you are, naked and dripping with cum. You serve one purpose and one purpose only. I will never let you forget it.”

Anger and shame swept over her in alternating waves, first cold then hot then cold again. With as much dignity as she could manage, she sat and refastened her safety straps. Bryson grasped her knees and spread her legs, displaying her wet sex.

“Close your legs and I’ll spank you with something far more painful than my belt.” He returned to his seat and struck up a conversation with Opton, refusing to glance her way.

She seethed. What little control she possessed was rapidly slipping. She had to find a way of escaping his control. All her attempts to reignite his interest had obviously been in vain. His lust had turned to cruelty and she was tired of his abuse.

Bryson’s men monitored every move she made. Still, invisibility or teleportation would allow her to escape their watchful eye. Bryson controlled which mutants she was allowed to collect. She sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, but she would find a way.

Chrysalis One was the key. If she could take control of the prototype or access those canisters… An opportunity would present itself and she would be ready to move when it did. One thing was certain; she was finished being her husband’s whore!

Chapter Eight

 

 

“Can I at least come along for the ride?” Cassie asked as Fane and Mal Ton prepared to leave the Underground. “Allen is stubborn. He’ll fight you every step of the way.”

“He can be as stubborn as he likes.” Fane flashed his charming smile. “This is strictly smash and grab.”

“It might not be a bad idea for him to see a familiar face once we get him back to the shuttle,” Mal Ton said.

Thankful for the unexpected support, Cassie offered him a tentative smile.

Fane’s obvious hesitation was no surprise. Despite their intimacies, he didn’t trust her yet. “I know we’re somewhere in Old Towne. The architecture is a dead giveaway. Besides, your spies need access to Sanctum, which means they’re probably using the abandoned subway tunnels.” She paused for a challenging smile. “How am I doing so far?”

“You’ve always been annoyingly observant,” Fane grumbled.

“Then there’s no reason to leave me behind.”

With a helpless shrug, Fane relented. “I suppose it’s better than locking you in my room.”

Mal Ton chuckled, but Cassie bristled, unsure whether or not Fane had been serious. Did he intend to lock her up each time he left the Underground? They’d been together since leaving Stilox, so she wasn’t familiar with their new routine.

She followed the men through the lobby of the abandoned hotel and out a back entrance. They passed a few of Fane’s people, though no one paused for conversation. She had never seen such a purpose-driven group of people in her life. The Protarian militia could learn a lot from Fane’s fighters, though neither side would enjoy the exchange.

Night had fallen while they were in the infirmary, shrouding the area in gloomy shadows. A dilapidated shuttle awaited across a grassy clearing. Trees and overgrown gardens hinted at the area’s former beauty.

“Didn’t we arrive in a police shuttle?” She looked around more carefully. The rusted-out piece of junk was the only ship in sight.

A secretive smile curved Fane’s lips as he triggered the main hatch. “Exterior shields project whatever image we select within reason. Obviously the size and shape need to be somewhat compatible.”

“Very clever.” She climbed in after Fane and found the interior unchanged. The cockpit, which consisted of two high-backed chairs and a vast array of instrumentation, was separated from the fuselage by an archway. Four chairs lined the walls of the passenger cabin, facing the center of the small craft. Stark, functional, the ship was built for speed not comfort.

“The holoshield comes in handy from time to time.” Fane slipped into the pilot’s chair while Mal Ton navigated. Their positions had been reversed on the way here. Considering how long they’d lived, she shouldn’t be surprised at their versatility.

Fane glanced at her to make sure she’d strapped in before he launched the shuttle. The ship vibrated and rocked before settling into a comfortable rhythm.

“Silver Hills isn’t a whole lot safer than Old Towne,” Mal Ton said after inputting their destination. “Why would a successful scientist live in such a bad neighborhood?”

“Allen is living in Silver Hills?” She shuddered. The subdivision had been relatively upscale twenty-five years ago, but resources were tight and Protarian law enforcement had to prioritize. Many of the outlying neighborhoods had been declared black zones. Inhabitants were left to their own devices as long as their activities were contained within the zones.

“Why does that surprise you?” Fane asked.

“He was still living in Sanctum the last time I saw him.”

“And when was that?” Mal Ton wanted to know.

“Almost a year ago.”

“A lot can happen in a year.” Fane dismissed the topic and turned back to his instrument panel.

“Silver Hills should work to our advantage,” Mal Ton mused. “Surveillance will be minimal or nonexistent as will building security.”

Crime and poverty ran rampant in the black zones. Cassie hated to think of Allen in Silver Hills. He was brilliant and ambitious… And her father had ruined his life.

Her stomach knotted tighter and tighter as they neared their destination. Boarded-up windows and obvious decay made the buildings here nearly indistinguishable from Old Towne. She’d existed for years surrounded by these places without giving them a second thought.

“There,” Fane said, pointing toward an area on the view screen in front of him. “The buildings here and here will give us cover.”

“Works for me. Can you set her down in such a small space, or do you want me to take the con?”

“Bite me. I’m every bit as good a pilot as you are.” As if to prove his point, Fane sailed between two buildings with barely enough clearance for the ship’s wings. Cassie held her breath until the ship came to rest in the tiny lot behind their destination. Fane smiled triumphantly and Cassie exhaled.

After switching on the scanner located on his right, Mal Ton took a moment to study the area. “He’s either got the whole floor to himself or no one else is home.”

“It doesn’t look like real estate in this area is in high demand.” Fane activated the hatch and unfastened his restraints.

Mal Ton motioned him back. “I’ll grab him. You be ready to fly.”

“Make sure you bring his DPU,” Cassie reminded.

“I hadn’t forgotten.” Without a backward glance, Mal Ton crept across the lot and disappeared between the two buildings.

“No shields or alarms,” Fane told her. “This should be simple.”

Cassie released her straps and moved into the space beside Fane’s seat. “Where is Allen?”

“This is Allen.” He indicated a dot near the center of the screen. “And this is Mal Ton.”

She watched Mal Ton’s dot advance with steady speed toward Allen’s dot. A low-rumbling growl drew her attention away from the scanner. “What was that?”

“I’m not sure.” Fane activated external sensors. An image of the lot scrolled across the main viewer, panning from left to right.

Golden lights gleamed in the alley opposite from where Mal Ton had disappeared. “Wait!” She touched Fane’s shoulder. “Go back.”

Fane aimed the camera directly at the alley. Eight golden orbs glowed in the darkness, or actually four sets of two. “We’ve got an audience.”

“Mutants?” She still found it hard to use the word. According to the elite, mutants were deformed abominations, not people like Fane and Mal Ton.

“Looks as if.”

Without further warning their audience charged, crossing the clearing in a blur of gray and gold. The shuttle rocked violently and the external feed blinked out.

“Shit!” Fane closed the hatch and reactivated their shields. “They’re not the friendly sort.”

We have company, Mal Ton. Fane sent the thought to his friend, but Cassie heard it clearly. You might want to hold off for a few minutes.

Too late.

Fane motioned her back and reached across to one of the other panels. His fingers flew across the controls with confident skill. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” he muttered, bringing one of the cameras back online.

Contorted and misshapen, the creatures’ faces were barely recognizable as humanoid. She shuddered. This is what her father thought of when he mentioned mutants. Their guttural growls and menacing snarls reverberated through Cassie as guilt eroded her shock. Glowing like golden beacons, their eyes left no doubt as to the cause of their deformity. If Allen couldn’t help her break the cycle this might be Sarah or Mal Ton—or Fane.

The shuttle shook. She braced herself between the two seats. “Have you seen creatures like these before?”

He glanced at her, disbelief clear in his gaze. “You mean you haven’t?”

Muffled shots exploded in quick succession. Cassie could only see one side of the lot, but she presumed Mal Ton had returned. Fane launched a series of rapid commands through the small panel near his left knee and the creatures screamed in unison.

“What did you do?”

“Electrified the hull.”

Another volley of shots sent most of the aggressors scattering into the darkness surrounding the ship. An especially stubborn creature touched the ship twice more before abandoning the fight and retreating like the others.

I lost port scanners, Fane told Mal Ton. Are you clear to return?

Yes, but cover the opening. Our guest says they haven’t gone far.

Fane left the cockpit and drew his pulse pistol, standing to one side as the hatch lowered. Allen rushed up the stairs, followed immediately by Mal Ton. Allen’s DPU was tucked under Mal Ton’s arm and Allen’s lip was bloodied.

“Did you have to hit him?” She moved forward, examining the wound more closely. Several other bruises were rapidly darkening Allen’s skin.

“He wouldn’t listen to reason and I didn’t have time to argue,” Mal Ton defended.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” Fane secured the hatch and motioned her toward one of the passenger seats.

“Cassie?” Allen’s disbelief was clear in his breathless tone. “What are you doing here?”

“Long story.” She said nothing more until they were airborne.

“What is this about?” Allen demanded. His voice was clearer and anger hardened his features. “Why did you drag me out of my home in the middle of the night?”

“Cassie, you wanted to come along,” Fane said without turning his attention from the controls. “Fill him in on what’s going on.”

She looked at Allen more closely, noticing for the first time that he wore a white t-shirt and pajama bottoms. His blond hair was mussed and his jawline shadowed with whiskers. “Did we wake you up?” A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She suppressed the reaction, suspecting he wouldn’t share her amusement.

“I wasn’t asleep, but I was in bed.” His bright blue gaze swept her from head to foot. “You’re dressed like one of them? What the fuck is going on?”

Allen never cussed. He must be really upset. “This is all my fault, I’m afraid. I need your help with a project and I couldn’t risk my father finding out about it.”

A bit of his tension eased and he rubbed his forehead before he replied. “You need my help with a project?”

“Not just a project,” she stressed. “The lives of hundreds of people depend on our combined knowledge finding a solution to their problem.”

“More like thousands of people,” Mal Ton put in.

Allen leaned toward her and whispered, “Are they… Are you asking me to commit treason?”

“I suppose I am. I hadn’t really thought about it like that.”

“I’m a Stilox rebel,” Mal Ton informed.

“And he is one of the mutants.” Cassie nodded toward Fane.

“Would I have access to others with varying stages of mutation?” Allen glanced at Fane then back at Cassie. “Are the mutations as widespread as I thought?”

“Perhaps more so.” She smiled. “You were right about so many things and helping me now will allow you to prove it.”

“I will not allow my people to be exploited,” Fane snapped.

“Your people?” Allen’s brow arched and his gaze filled with speculation.

Fane ignored the question. “If you cannot be respectful and compassionate, you will not be allowed to interact with anyone but Cassie—and me.” The last phrase rang with warning.

“It won’t be a problem,” Cassie assured. “I’ve never known Allen to be anything but respectful and compassionate.”

“If you say so.” Fane turned his full attention back to piloting the ship.

“Does your father know where you are?” Allen asked after a strained silence.

“I don’t give a damn what my father knows. The past few days have been… illuminating.”

Allen inclined his head, accepting her comment without qualification. “What do they want us to do?”

“Stabilize and reverse the mutation cycle. I know we can do the first. I’m hopeful about the second.”

A slow, gently mocking smile parted Allen’s lips. “How can we reverse something that doesn’t exist?”

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I should have fought harder, should have—”

“There was nothing you could have done. If your father admits the mutations are ongoing and widespread, he has to deal with the people suffering through the changes. We both know it’s easier to turn a blind eye.”

Mal Ton blindfolded Allen as they neared Old Towne. Cassie crossed her arms over her chest and watched the shabby buildings speed past. Fane was confident enough in her loyalty not to take the same precaution. The realization left her feeling oddly guilty. Escape still teased her imagination from time to time. She wasn’t quite as settled as he presumed.

The blindfold wasn’t removed until Allen was in the infirmary. He blinked repeatedly and looked around.

“How is she doing?” Fane asked Ostan as Allen acclimated himself to his surroundings.

“Stable. For now.” The doctor stared at Allen, suspicion clear in his night black eyes. “Can we trust him?”

“Mal Ton will tail him until we know for sure,” Fane assured.

Allen walked over to the large screen and scrolled through Sarah’s chart. “This is amazing.”

Cassie joined him in front of the readout. “Go ahead and say it.”

“I was right,” Allen whispered then smiled and repeated with far more enthusiasm, “I was right!”

“How do we help her?” Cassie asked.

“I can stop her deterioration with one injection.” He rubbed his chin, his expression distracted and thoughtful. “Reversing the mutation, however, will be a lot more complicated.”

“We don’t have access to blank nanites, but mine are self-replicating. I figured we could reprogram them and get started.”

Allen looked at Ostan and said, “I need an extractor.”

Ostan pulled open one of the drawers in the cart beside him and handed Allen a small cylindrical instrument. “Can you really help her?” he asked as he placed the extractor in Allen’s hand.

“We’ll know by morning.”

Allen filled the extractor with Cassie’s blood. She had his DPU open and ready to use by the time he found the supplies they would need. A cluster of nanites were separated from the blood sample and suspended in a conductive liquid. She launched the interface sequencer then stepped aside, allowing Allen to revise the programming.

Most of Protaria gave her credit for the counteragents. In truth, most of the major breakthroughs had been Allen’s.

“That should do it,” he said some time later.

“Just like that?” Fane asked.

“I told you he was good.” Cassie smiled, feeling a bit outshined. “We should be able to apply the same principles to Lorelle’s illness. If Sarah responds favorably, which I have every confidence she will, we’ll prepare a treatment for Lorelle.”

“This was the easy part,” Allen reminded. “This will only neutralize the cycle of mutation, not make her whole again.”

Fane took a step toward him then stopped. “You can make her whole again?”

“I don’t honestly know. It’s possible. I need time to study your records and not just Sarah’s. I need access to all the information you have on the mutations.”

Ostan stepped forward, a cautious smile curving his lips. “I’ll see that you have everything you need.”

 

* * *

 

“Was Allen your lover?”

The question caught Cassie by surprise. She turned to face Fane and shrugged with forced nonchalance. “We were lovers for about four months almost two years ago.” This was the first time they’d been alone since they arrived in the Underground and Cassie didn’t want to waste time arguing. They’d retired to Fane’s room soon after Allen injected Sarah with the reprogrammed nanites, leaving the supervision of Allen in Mal Ton’s capable hands.

Cassie glanced around. The room was neat and functional, the furniture obviously scavenged. An occasional touch of color kept the décor from being drab, but there were few luxuries. When every day was a struggle to survive, materialism lost its importance.

“Why did you ask about Allen?” She shifted her gaze back to Fane and awareness arched between them. For good or bad, right or wrong, their lives were undeniably entwined.

“There’s a familiarity between you that only develops with intimacy.”

He was fighting hard not to reveal his feelings, but she could sense jealousy smoldering beneath the surface. “I was lonely.” His gaze gleamed with possessiveness and desire. Still, she wasn’t willing to let him off the hook without squirming first. “My husband was dead and the man I wanted to be with had mysteriously disappeared. Allen was a shoulder to cry on, nothing more.”

“But you did more than cry on his shoulder.”

Putting her hands on her hips, she raised her chin and said, “Only because you weren’t there for me.” She wasn’t really angry, though she probably should have been. Seeing into his mind, experiencing his memories had irreversibly altered her perception. Fane had many faults but selfishness wasn’t one of them.

“I’ll never leave you again, Cassandra. You have my solemn vow.” He stalked toward her, his gaze focusing on her lips.

She didn’t doubt his sincerity. Determination pulsed through every word. Still, his life was controlled by forces stronger than his will. If he had to choose between his people and her happiness, she wasn’t sure his determination would be enough.

“What did he do to your finger?” Fane asked after several moments of strained silence.

She’d done her best not to draw Fane’s attention while Allen reset her injector. As usual, Fane hadn’t missed a thing. “For some odd reason, I felt vulnerable after you seduced me. I had a transfer tube implanted beneath my fingernail so I would never be caught without a weapon again.”

His fingers closed around her wrist and he raised her hand toward his face. “You’ve been armed this entire time?” He turned her hand, studying the tiny transfer tube. “Is this how you knocked out Max?”

“Yes and yes. The injector has two levels. The first incapacitates. The second kills. It’s been stuck on level two ever since you rescued me. I couldn’t reset the nanites without a DPU.”

“All you had to do was jab me with this thing and I’d be dead?”

“That’s right.”

He guided her hand to his chest and flattened her fingers over his heart. “So why didn’t you?”

“You never did anything overtly threatening. I had no justification for murder.” His warm palm pressed over hers, emphasizing his strength while teasing her senses.

“Is that the only reason?” His gaze challenged and caressed, tempting her to take the final step, to surrender her heart as well as her body.

“I’ve done everything you asked. What more do you want from me?” She tried to tug her hand out from under his, but he wouldn’t budge.

“It’s not what I want from you, but what I want for you. I want you to be happy, to find a future free of your father’s manipulation.”

She scoffed softly and dragged her gaze away from his handsome face. “My father isn’t the only one who manipulated me.”

“I’m sorry I used you. I’ve never regretted anything more.” He raised one hand to her face and cupped her chin. “Leaving you that night was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Weariness crept over her soul and her shoulders slumped. She was tired of conflict, tired of being alone. “Words are easy, Fane. You’re too damn good at telling me what I want to hear.”

“Then let me show you. I’ll spend the rest of my life demonstrating what you mean to me.”

His face lowered slowly, his gaze sinking into hers. Their lips pressed, exchanging warmth and breath as his mind opened to hers. Hot and vibrant, his being passed through her and curled around her. She tensed then relaxed and drew his mouth back to hers.

The kiss was slow and gentle, lips sliding, tongues teasing. She buried her fingers in his soft hair. Sex had always been amazing with Fane. It was only when the rest of the world intruded that their relationship became complicated. She focused on the warm press of his mouth and the patient touch of his tongue, savoring the momentary peace.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest and one of his thighs eased between her legs.

Your mouth is so soft and your taste intoxicates me, makes me anxious to sample more. His voice sounded breathless and husky even in her mind.

With one arm wrapped around her waist, he tangled his other hand in her hair and slowly drew her head back. She clutched his shoulders while his mouth explored her neck and the underside of her jaw. His lips slid and his teeth nipped. He soothed each sharp sting with the warmth of his tongue. Her head began to spin and her body felt weightless, floating within the circle of his arms.

His mouth returned to hers for a moment then he continued his descent across her sensitive skin. With sudden urgency, he tugged her shirt off over her head and tossed it aside. She kicked off her shoes while he stepped back and attacked his own clothing. Garments went flying and boots thudded against the floor. She laughed then gasped as he pulled her to him and continued his assault on their garments.

They paused, facing each other, naked and breathless. Golden shards blinked to life within the depths of his eyes. His gaze swept from her head to her feet in a slow, appreciative caress. Her chest flushed and her nipples tingled. Tension rippled through her abdomen and her core clenched, more than ready for the possessive thrust of his cock.

So beautiful. The words whispered through her mind as he bent to her breast and latched on to one tender nipple. His fingers caressed while his lips pulled and sensation dropped from her chest to her core. Firm and greedy, his mouth worked one nipple then the other, back and forth until she squirmed and shivered.

Without warning, he swept her up in his arms and moved to the bed. He set her down and an impulse so strong it couldn’t be ignored made her face the bed and bend from the waist. This was how their relationship began and now it felt incomplete to make love without her bottom smoldering from the firm stroke of his bare hand.

She looked back at him. Please. I need this too.

Anything. Always. He moved to her side and brought his hand down against one side and then the other. His fingers teased her skin as it warmed, tracing the crack between her cheeks before he delivered two more stinging slaps. More?

Rather than respond with words or thought, she wiggled her bottom, savoring the heat. He spanked her again and again, not stopping until she moaned out loud.

Better? He covered both cheeks with his hands, not squeezing, just sharing the heat.

Much. She sighed and straightened, ready to move on to other pleasures.

He crawled onto the bed and arranged himself on his back then he opened his arms with a sexy smile. Kneel over my face. Let’s do each other.

She shivered, understanding what he suggested yet never having tried this position before.

Come on, love. He motioned her forward. You’ll like it. I promise.

Careful to clear his face, she swung one leg over his head and settled her weight on her knees. The heat in her bottom flared as she moved into position, which in turn intensified the ache between her legs. Her pussy was situated directly above his mouth, his warm breath teasing her damp curls. Oh, this was wicked. She shivered again then leaned forward, lightly resting her breasts on his belly. Steadying herself with one hand, she encircled his cock with the other and angled it toward her mouth.

His tongue traced her slit, teasing her folds without really parting them. He brushed across her clit and her inner muscles tightened, accenting the emptiness. His hands rubbed her hips and thighs, pausing occasionally to carefully squeeze her ass.

She concentrated on his sensitive tip, swirling her tongue around him and sucking ruthlessly. He groaned and bucked, pushing his shaft deeper into her mouth. Wetting his length with her tongue, she slid her lips up and down. His hips matched her rhythm, controlling the depth of each stroke.

I need you so badly. He sounded miserable. I’m not going to last long.

Don’t fight it. Come for me. I want to feel you lose control.

His mouth pressed against her, his tongue taking on the rhythm of her mouth. Tension gripped his abdomen, hardening the muscles beneath her breasts. She bobbed her head and pumped his shaft with her hand. A rich, salty taste spread across her tongue and she groaned. Centuries of training and self-discipline were no match for their desire. The knowledge thrilled and excited her.

She pulled back, sucking on his tip while her hand stroked his shaft. He grasped her hips and thrust his tongue into her passage. His hips bucked hard, forcing his cock to the back of her mouth. He came in hot, pulsing jets, his thighs shaking. She licked and swallowed, determined to keep up with him.

His arms wrapped around her and he rolled, sweeping her beneath him. She laughed and his cock slipped free of her mouth. With a soft growl, he climbed off her and pulled her to the middle of the bed.

Now it’s your turn to lose control.

It was the only warning she would receive. He settled himself at her side and slipped one arm beneath her neck. His mouth claimed hers in a deep mating of lips and tongues. Their breaths mingled along with the taste of their passion. She touched his face and squeezed his shoulder, knowing her freedom wouldn’t last much longer.

Raise your hands above your head and keep them there. You do not have permission to touch me.

Willingly submitting to his directives was even more of a challenge than being restrained. Slowly, she raised her arms and entwined her fingers, knowing it was the only way she’d be able to keep herself from touching him.

He feathered caresses across her torso, teasing her ribs and stroking the curve of her breasts while intentionally ignoring her nipples. Slipping one hand between her thighs, he covered her mound and stared into her eyes.

So hot. His middle finger eased between her folds and he smiled. And so wet. Did you enjoy sucking my cock?

You know I did.

He circled her opening, drawing her attention to the need still pulsing there. I want to hear you say it.

I enjoyed sucking your cock. Knowing you can’t control how much you want me is exciting.

And what do you want now?

This was a rare treat. He seldom gave her a choice. And he loved prolonging her arousal. She chose her words carefully. I want you to use your mouth to make me come really hard. Then I want you to fuck me until we’re both exhausted.

As you wish. Mischief made his gaze sparkle as settled on his knees between her thighs. He pushed her knees up and back, spreading her legs wide. His thumbs parted her outer lips and he licked his way from her vaginal opening to her clit.

Already aroused from their earlier play, her body sizzled with sensations. She tried not to wiggle, tried to concentrate on the gentle brush of his tongue. Her inner muscles contracted, tension building to the point of pain. She needed to come, but she needed the fullness of his cock even more.

He closed his lips around her clit and gently sucked. She cried out and arched into the caress. Pleasure released within her, blasting her senses in short, sharp bursts.

That might have been hard. I don’t think it qualifies as really hard. He draped her legs over his shoulders and raised her hips off the bed. Understanding washed through her as his mouth devoured her pussy. He would torture her with pleasure. Push her to the brink of insanity before he finally fucked her.

A smile parted her lips and she quickly turned her head, not wanting him to see how much his strategy pleased her.

 

* * *

 

Fane sucked her essence into his mouth and let it soothe his ravaged composure. Surrendering control, even in so pleasurable a way, incited his primitive nature, made him restless and… savage. He wanted her writhing beneath him, wild and wanton, unable to conceal how desperately she needed his cock inside her.

He sucked on her folds and swirled his tongue inside her core, never staying in one place long enough to trigger another orgasm. Her arousal trailed from her cunt, leading his mouth lower, toward her other opening.

She gasped and moaned, tossing her hips and arching her back. One of her legs slid off his shoulder, inadvertently presenting him with a better target. He passed his tongue over the tiny rosette, her murmurs driving him on. Circling the puckered flesh with his tongue, he reached around her hip and found her clit with his middle finger.

“Fane!” Her voice broke into a ragged sigh. He carefully rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger and she shook with a powerful orgasm. She’d taken him like this on the metaphysical plane, but never in reality. It would take time and patience if he were to initiate her properly. His desire for her was too raw, too intense.

He eased her leg down and knelt between her thighs. She bent her knees, opening herself with unmistakable invitation. They’d fucked before, but somehow this felt different, special. He guided his cock to her entrance then looked into her eyes.

His hands slipped under her ass and he angled her toward him. Cassie held her breath as he drove his thick length into her slick heat. She was ready, oh-so ready. Ravenous hunger blazed within her mind. This was Cassie, his Cassie. Without restraint or artifice, she revealed herself to him, open as she had never been before.

You’re so… beautiful. Shaking with gratitude and tenderness, he drew back then thrust deep. He claimed her with his body and his mind. She drew her legs up high against his sides and caressed him with her inner muscles. He stroked her breasts for a moment then kissed her. His tongue mimicked the steady rhythm of his cock.

He flowed through her, warming her with his body and his energy. Her body caressed his, attuned to the forceful slide and the inescapable penetration. She moved with him, relaxing into his rhythm, following his lead.

Urgency rushed up through him, spilling over into her. She defused the sensations, sending them outward as he drove faster and harder between her thighs. Her nails dug into his back and he ripped his mouth away from hers, unable to maintain the kiss in his frenzy. His hands returned to her hips, pulling her ass off the bed while his body shuddered violently.

Her pleasure pelted him in shocking jolts as he came deep inside her. She greedily absorbed his release, her body echoing each sensation. Her cunt milked him while they floated in a cloud of utter bliss. She surrounded him and flowed through him, and nothing had ever felt so perfect.

As if to mock the tranquility they enjoyed, someone pounded on the door. Fane groaned as he separated their bodies and scrambled off the bed. He grabbed his pants off the floor and tugged them on as Cassie covered herself with the bedding.

“This better be important,” he snapped as he triggered the door.

“I’m not sure how he did it, but the bastard is gone!” Mal Ton’s expression was thunderous.

“Which bastard? What are you talking about?”

Taking a deep breath, Mal Ton continued in a calmer tone, “We sensed a disturbance then heard a scream. By the time we got to the holding cell it was too late. One of his guards is seriously injured and the other is dead.”

The pieces fell into place and Fane grimaced. “Max?”

Mal Ton’s frustrated nod said it all. “He sucked the guards dry and teleported to… who knows where. The only thing we know for certain is he’s no longer in the Underground.”

Chapter Nine

 

 

A flash of light snapped Nehalem from her troubled thoughts. She’d been tossing and turning for the past couple of hours, but sleep evaded her. If her perimeter shields had been breached, intruder alerts would have sounded. But lightning didn’t strike inside a building!

She snatched her robe off the foot of her bed and lowered her feet to the floor. Fear sped her pulse and made her skin tingle. She’d been wound up since she returned from Saronta. Still, she hadn’t imagined that flash.

Creeping through the darkened hallway, she approached her living room. Moonlight streamed in through the windows, outlining the furniture while concealing details. The front door was still locked, the security indicator pulsing green.

A muffled moan disturbed the tense atmosphere, drawing her attention to the shadowed corner beside the sofa. The shadow moved and she gasped. “Security—”

“Nehalem, don’t! No one can know I’m here.”

That voice. She knew that voice. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” Daniel Keller, aka Max, could teleport, so the last question was moot. “What do you want?”

His only reply was heavy breathing. Was he wounded? Despite her misgivings, she crossed the living room and knelt beside him. He was curled up on his side, knees drawn toward his chest. There didn’t appear to be a wound, but something was definitely wrong with him.

“Half of Protaria is looking for you and the other half thinks you’re dead.” She brushed the hair back from his face. Even in the moonlight he looked emaciated. “How did you get away from Fane?”

“It wasn’t easy.” He groaned but managed to push himself to a sitting position. “Did I make it through without tripping the alarm?”

“Yes,” she admitted, “but you can’t stay here!”

A sad smile quirked one corner of his mouth. Even fatigued and defeated he was appealing. “I have nowhere else to go.”

Misfits, that’s what they were, drawn together by mutual enemies. Their paths had crossed often in the last few years. They used each other and fucked each other, but it had never really been romantic. “It’s too dangerous. Bryson will kill us both if he finds you here.”

“So we’ll make sure he doesn’t find me.” He took a deep breath and finger-combed his hair out of his eyes. “I just need a few days then you’ll never see me again.”

“A few days to do what?” Max had always procured things she couldn’t hope to access. Not to mention his ability. Interplanetary teleportation. If she helped him escape, would he allow her to collect his gift? The possibility was certainly tempting. But she sure as hell couldn’t trust him!

“I need to make other arrangements,” he evaded.

“I might have a better idea.”

He chuckled, one of his brows arching. “I’ll be happy to fuck you, but I’m exhausted right now.”

“I’m not interested in your cock.” She ignored the tingles ignited by her memory. The last thing she needed was another man making demands on her! “However, I am interested in your power.”

“We’ve fucked before and you didn’t absorb my power.”

“I’ve never actively tried to absorb your power.”

His gaze drifted from her face to her breasts before he asked, “Why not?”

“I didn’t have a reason to teleport.”

“But you do now?”

“The details are none of your business.” She had no intention of telling him about Project Chrysalis. It was her one chance at freedom and she wasn’t going to share it with anyone. “I’ll smuggle you off-world in exchange for your power.”

“What if you’re unable to ‘collect’ me?”

“That will be my problem as long as you let me try.”

He licked his lips and stared into her eyes. “You’ve made me curious as hell. You realize that, don’t you?”

“Curiosity is the least of your problems.” She dismissed his comment with the wave of her hand. “Let’s get you to bed.”

 

* * *

 

Cassie spent the following day in the lab with Allen. Ostan checked in from time to time, but he was the first to admit the crisis was well beyond his knowledge base. Sarah had already responded to the nanites. Her vital signs were stable and Ostan was weaning her off the sedatives.

Allen had prepared a treatment for Lorelle and it was on its way to Stilox. They should know in the next day or two if she responded as well as Sarah.

Late in the afternoon, Allen paused and looked at Cassie. “Is Fane…? Are you here of your own free will or…?”

She wasn’t sure when Allen had learned Fane’s identity. She thought the mutants had been careful not to call each other by name. “I was kidnapped by a rogue mutant named Max. Fane and Mal Ton rescued me. I’ve been here more or less willingly ever since.”

“It’s the more or less that worries me. Has he done anything to you that you didn’t welcome?”

“No.” She touched his arm and smiled. “Our relationship is complicated, but Fane is one of the good guys.”

Allen sighed. “I’ll let it go, but you have to promise me you’ll tell me if he does anything… I won’t let anyone hurt you, Cassie. Even if they are one of the good guys.”

His concern was sweet, yet she felt compelled to defend Fane. “He won’t hurt me. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“All right.” He turned back to the control console with another sigh. “This would be so much easier if the Faundi were still around.”

“What do you mean?”

“Widespread mutations didn’t take place until Faundi DNA was introduced into the mix. I’ve been able to map the effects of the original lentavirus. The variations stemming from the Faundi DNA are far harder to trace. Without an unsullied template, it’s almost impossible.”

“I think I might be able to help.” She pushed back from the workstation. “I’ll be right back.”

Rather than searching the entire Underground, she sent out a search pulse and located Fane. He was in his office with Mal Ton. No surprise there. She rushed to meet him, anxious to share Allen’s revelation.

She hadn’t expected resistance from either of them, so their reaction puzzled her.

“It’s impossible,” Mal Ton said. “The only thing that has kept Fane alive is the fact no one knows who the fuck he is.”

Fane’s approach was less abrasive, but no less vehement. “Sweetheart, your father and many others hunted my people to extinction. Or at least they think they did. Allen isn’t the only one who believes the key to controlling mutant abilities lies in my DNA. If your father learned that I’m Faundi, he would tear this planet apart looking for me.”

“Allen isn’t trying to control mutant powers,” she objected. “He’s trying to reverse them.”

“He might be now, but one naturally leads to the other.” His expression was closed, his mind guarded. “The temptation is just too strong. The Faundi are dead and they must remain that way.”

“So we let the rest of your people follow them to the grave?” She couldn’t believe this was an issue. “The mutation cycle will continue until everyone succumbs. Do you want to end up like one of those creatures who attacked the shuttle?”

“You won’t let that happen.” He smiled, but the warmth didn’t reach his eyes. “You saved Sarah without delving into my DNA.”

“It’s a temporary stabilization. She isn’t cured.”

“I never asked you to cure her. Minimize her suffering. We don’t expect any more.”

Understanding expanded within her and she narrowed her gaze on his face. “You’re afraid. You think a cure will nullify your abilities and you don’t want to live without them.”

Mal Ton stepped toward her, his expression stark and commanding. “We’re outnumbered and outgunned. Our powers are our only advantage.”

He had a valid point, but it didn’t justify the sacrifice. She looked him in the eye and insisted, “You’re not seeing the big picture.” She shifted her gaze to Fane. “Not only will a cure save people like Sarah, it will neutralize people like Max.”

“If Fane had let me have my way, Max would already be neutralized,” Mal Ton grumbled.

“It’s a complex problem,” Fane said. “There are no easy answers.”

“But you won’t let Allen map your DNA.” It wasn’t a question. She could see the answer in his eyes. “I don’t agree with your decision, but I’ll honor your wishes.”

 

* * *

 

Fane watched her leave, regret welling within him.

“It’s the right decision,” Mal Ton said. “No, it’s the only rational decision. No matter how hard we tried to hide it, something that important is bound to get out. No one else can know your secret.”

“She’s right about Max. We need a way to neutralize people who use their powers to commit crimes.”

Mal Ton folded his arms over his chest and shook his head. “You really want to evaluate the actions of every mutant? Isn’t their survival enough responsibility?”

Fane pushed back from his desk and stood. “You’re right. There’s only so much I can control.” He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “So when are you heading back to Stilox? I thought you might hand carry Lorelle’s treatment.”

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“No.” Fane ignored his mocking tone. “I just know how much you care about her.”

“Roark isn’t going to bring her out of stasis until the injection arrives and it will take at least another twenty-four hours before they know anything. I’ll probably head out tomorrow night.”

“No pressure. You’re always welcome. Have you heard from Sean? Has he had any luck finding Brianna?”

“He checked in this morning.” Mal Ton grinned. “You were otherwise occupied so I talked to him.”

“Has he located her?”

“He found her, and rescued her, but she took off as soon as he turned his back.” Mal Ton shook his head, but a hint of amusement lit his gaze. “For some reason, Brianna was reluctant to trust him.”

“That’s no surprise. She was kidnapped and transported to another planet without being told why. Does he have any idea where she’s headed?”

“He tracked her to one of the black zones. He sounded frustrated but determined. You know Sean. He won’t return without her.” Mal Ton sighed. “I was really hoping I could tell Lorelle her sister was safe. She’s been really worried.”

“It will happen. Sean is one of the best.” Fane thought of all the complications Lorelle had brought to Mal Ton’s life, and all the happiness. He couldn’t suppress a smile. “Are human women all this much trouble?”

Mal Ton chuckled. “If Brianna is half as spirited as her sister, Sean’s in for one hell of a ride!”

 

* * *

 

Later that night Fane sat across his desk from Cassie as they ate a late dinner. Allen had taken a tray to the lab, but Fane insisted Cassie take a break and attempt to clear her mind.

“Have you made any progress?” He regretted the question as soon as he saw the hostility in her eyes.

“We’re spinning our wheels and you know it. You can trust Allen. He has no reason to reveal your heritage to anyone.”

“His success alone would send up red flags.” Why wouldn’t she let this go? Mal Ton had helped him explain the danger inherent in anyone finding out a Faundi still lived. “The only way to harness the mutations is to—”

“I can’t stop thinking about your tattoo.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” He pushed his tray aside and came out from behind his desk. He’d trusted her with something intensely private and sacred to him. He couldn’t believe she was about to throw it back in his face.

“The seer warned that you would be responsible for great sorrow as well as great joy.”

“This is not what she was talking about.”

“How do you know? Your DNA was responsible for expanding the paranormal elements within the mutation cycle. Why shouldn’t your DNA be used to curtail the pain those mutations have caused?”

He clenched his fists, too angry to speak. She had no right to use his pantauk against him. It was the worst kind of manipulation.

“Decisions made in the present shape the future. I’ve never seen that fact so starkly emphasized.” She stood as well, her gaze direct and unrepentant. “I’m going back to the lab where I can do some good.”

Fane raised his hand to stop her, but she was out the door before he could clear the tightness from his throat. Damn it! She was asking him to risk what little peace he’d found. He had spent too many years as prey. He couldn’t go back to that kind of life, no matter how noble the cause.

Mal Ton arrived a short time later with a woman Fane had never seen before. She was tiny, her head barely reaching Mal Ton’s shoulder. Silver blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face and her shimmering purple eyes tilted at an exotic angle. Her origins were beyond this star system, but Fane didn’t recognize her species.

“This is Shae Milleepon,” Mal Ton introduced. “She has supplied the Stilox resistance with various supplies for the past nine years.”

Fane easily translated. She was a gunrunner. So what was she doing here? “It’s nice to meet you.” Shae inclined her head as opposed to extending her hand, so Fane followed suit.

“Actually, I am Milleepon,” she corrected with a gentle smile. “Shae is my partner.”

“Where is he?” Mal Ton asked. “This is the first time I’ve seen you without him.”

“It’s easier for me to travel unnoticed on Protaria and discretion is extremely important.”

Unsure where this was leading, Fane just waited for her to explain.

“Shae and I are currently negotiating with General Bryson. He has no idea we know his true identity, of course, but we thought you would be interested in what he’s selling.” She handed Fane a data strip and added, “He calls it a Chrysalis.”

Fane pushed the data strip into the slot on his workstation and sent the signal to the view screen in the wall beside him. A holding cell came into view, a female standing in the center of the small room. Recognition struck with sudden force. “That’s Karris.”

No one said anything more as the scene unfolded. They watched Karris absorb the requested abilities and casually demonstrate her new powers.

“Holy shit,” Mal Ton muttered. “Does Cassie know about this?”

“Damn good question.” Fane accessed their link and asked Cassie to return to his office.

I’ve said all I have to say right now.

I have something you need to see. This has nothing to do with our argument.

All right.

“I also included a copy of all my conversations with the general,” Milleepon said. “I’m sure you’ll find them useful. However, I would appreciate it if you didn’t explain how you came by the recordings.”

“Of course,” Mal Ton assured.

Why would an arms dealer hand Bryson to them on a silver platter? Fane wanted to accept it at face value, but generally when things seemed to be too good to be true, they were.

It seemed to take forever for Cassie to walk down the hall. Fane sensed her approach and opened the door with his mind.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she stepped into the office.

“Watch this.” He started the clip over from the beginning.

The shock and horror in her expression couldn’t be feigned. This was new to her. “When did this take place?”

“Yesterday,” Milleepon told her.

“They must have injected her with my nanites.” Cassie pressed her hand to her throat, clearly upset by the new evidence of her father’s treachery. “That’s how she’s absorbing the power, but how were the canisters charged? Are they kidnapping mutants? I don’t understand how they made this work.”

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” Fane said to Milleepon, “but why did you bring this to us?”

She looked at Mal Ton and smiled, her gaze filled with secrets. “I owed him one. Besides, there are too many potential complications inherent in the concept. A biological host is always problematic. If the nanites could be altered to work in a cyborg, I might be interested.”

“Does Bryson know you’re not interested?”

“Actually, I’ve arranged a live demonstration.” She handed Mal Ton a translucent piece of plastic. “Here’s an invitation to Governor Lanartin’s inaugural ball. Security is guaranteed to be a challenge, but Bryson promised to put on a show. This is likely the only opportunity you’ll get, so make the most of it.”

“Thank you doesn’t begin to cover it,” Mal Ton said.

“Then say my debt is paid in full,” she suggested with another knowing smile.

“I never considered it a debt, but I’m more than grateful.” Mal Ton escorted her to the door.

“You have plans to make.” She waved him back. “I’m perfectly capable of finding my way back to my ship.” Mal Ton kissed her hand then stepped back as the door slid close behind her.

Fane located a specter and told him to discreetly follow their guest. After sensing the soldier’s acknowledgement, Fane returned his attention to Mal Ton and Cassie. “This could easily be a setup. Can we trust her?”

“I don’t know.” Mal Ton leaned his shoulder against the wall, remaining by the door. “Do we have a choice? We have to try to snag Karris at the very least.”

“Bryson gains nothing by tipping his hand,” Cassie said. “For that matter, what does your friend gain by bringing this to us?”

“Bryson could be paying her to flush us out,” Fane suggested.

“Bryson knows how to find us. He knocked on your front door and told you Max had kidnapped Cassie.”

“I think she was for real,” Cassie decided with a helpless shrug. “Nothing else makes sense.”

“What did she owe you?” Fane asked Mal Ton.

Mal Ton heaved a sigh and stepped away from the wall. “I basically saved her life. She doesn’t seem to care that my primary motivation was saving my own ass.”

“This might be what we need to turn the tide.” Fane tried not to sound too hopeful. “I’ve been exchanging information with Director Krentz—”

“Head of the Interplanetary Consortium?” Fane responded with a nod, so Cassie said, “The consortium never intervenes in global conflicts. They offer moderation, but they refuse to take sides.”

“That’s not true. They stepped in when the Ceraton rebels took over the capital. The consortium defused the coup before it turned bloody,” Mal Ton reminded.

“They only act when corruption is irrefutable and when it involves the highest level of world government.” Fane sighed. “It’s the irrefutable part we’re combating. Krentz knows the deceit is real, but he can’t take official action until we prove it.”

“Milleepon’s recordings should help with the proof. And if the demonstration is real, we’ll catch them red-handed.” Determination gleamed in Mal Ton’s gaze.

“We can’t lose sight of Karris. Regardless of what they’ve done to her, she is still a victim.” Fane looked at Cassie, trying to unravel the emotions shaping her expression. She had accepted her father’s treachery, but the realization still stung.

“When is the ball?” Her voice was soft and carefully controlled.

Mal Ton glanced at the invitation. “Day after tomorrow.”

She shook her head and looked at Fane. “That’s not a lot of time to pull this thing together.”

“All we can do is hope for the best and prepare for the worst,” Fane said.

Mal Ton laughed. “Isn’t that always our strategy?”

 

* * *

 

A slow smile parted Nehalem’s lips. Monitoring Bryson’s comlink was tedious at best. Her father had originally bugged the connection while he determined whether or not Bryson was worthy of his only daughter. She’d asked that he leave the access point in place and he’d reluctantly agreed. It wasn’t right for a wife to spy on her husband, but he’d always doted on Nehalem. If her failed marriage wouldn’t have brought shame upon his house, she would have returned to her father long ago. Returning now wasn’t an option. She had to secure a future on her own.

She pushed away the past and backed up the recording, listening to the exchange for the third time.

“The final simulation went off without a hitch.” Bryson’s voice wasn’t modulated, unlike the person on the other end of the comlink.

“You have the menu selections?” the distorted voice replied.

“Yes, sir.” There was only one person Bryson called sir. Howyn! “It’s probably best if we meet you there.”

“Do you need an invitation?”

“No, sir. Our… acquaintance took care of everything.”

“Until tomorrow.”

Unbelievable! She’d located the confirmation of the next demonstration and she had the exchange recorded. Was it damning enough for blackmail? Probably not. It would depend what Chrysalis One did at the party.

“What was that about?” Max asked from behind her.

She deactivated the recording and turned around, debating how much to tell him. Shae had mentioned an exclusive gala, so Nehalem had done some digging. There were four elite galas this weekend, but only one was tomorrow night, the inaugural ball.

Ambition and ruthlessness lit Max’s gaze. She’d seen that expression too many times before. A month ago she would have told him everything and counted on his greed to keep her safe. Boy, had she learned from her mistakes.

“I’ve bought you a new identity and a ship to take you anywhere you want to go.” She smiled, tilting her head so her hair caught the light. “All it will cost you is a slice of your power. I need to be able to teleport by tomorrow night, so we better get started.”

“Why don’t you just tell me what you’re after and I’ll go get it for you.”

She laughed. “Do you honestly think I’m that stupid?”

“You were never stupid.” He stalked toward her, lust igniting within his green eyes. “A bit too trusting, perhaps, but never stupid.”

“Prison cured me of a lot of things.” She turned her back before he saw the calculation in her gaze. She’d made no arrangements for him. There was no ship waiting to whisk him away to a new life. She would fuck him as many times as he could get it up between now and tomorrow afternoon. Then she’d mist him with a paralytic and slit his throat. Max’s body would be found in her bed, but no trace of Nehalem Bryson would ever be found again.

While her ex-husband and Howyn played with their new toy, she’d teleport into the lab and gather everything she’d need to become the new Chrysalis. When her ability to collect mutant powers combined with Chrysalis amplification, there would be nothing she couldn’t do!

He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts. She forced herself not to flinch.

“Try not to enjoy this too much.” He rocked his cock against the small of her back. “I know you’re only in it for my power.”

 

* * *

 

Cassie found herself avoiding Fane. Even in bed she pretended to be exhausted and curled on her side with her back to him. She didn’t agree with his refusal to let Allen map his DNA, but she understood his rationale. She was frustrated and she wasn’t sure how to resolve the conflict. Arguing was a waste of time. No one changed Fane’s mind when it came to the welfare of his people. Which left avoidance, the strategy of cowards.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” Allen challenged the following afternoon.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she grumbled.

“Like hell you don’t. You’ve been sulking for the past two days.”

“There’s a possible solution to our biggest obstacle, but Fane won’t even consider it.”

“What’s the possible solution?”

She couldn’t tell him. Fane would never forgive her if she broke his confidence. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not going to happen.”

Allen stared at her in confused silence for a long moment. “All right. Then ditch the attitude and let’s get back to work.”

“I can’t.” She threw up her hands, ready to pull her hair out by the roots. “Everything within me disagrees with his decision.”

“Then talk to him about it. That’s what couples do.”

“It won’t do any good.”

“Fine! But take your mood elsewhere.” He pushed her toward the door. “You’re distracting me.”

Annoyed yet amused by Allen’s sudden assertiveness, she wandered down the corridor. How could she convince Fane to reconsider his position? Perhaps she could approach it from a different perspective and help him see that there was a compromise.

Ostan stepped out of the infirmary as she approached, a friendly smile on his pale face. “Can you spare a minute or two? Sarah would like to speak with you.”

“She’s awake?” Excitement bubbled within her. The day had just taken a turn for the better.

“I discontinued all sedation about three hours ago. She’s doing remarkably well.”

“I’d love to meet her.” She followed Ostan into the infirmary and found Sarah sitting up in bed. She was holding a steaming mug between her hands, but she still looked rather frail. A veil concealed the worst of her deformities. Even so, Cassie focused on Sarah’s bright green eyes.

“Ostan says I owe you my life,” Sarah said after Ostan made the introductions.

“Allen had more to do with it than I did.”

“But you brought him here.”

She couldn’t argue with that, though she wondered why Sarah was ignoring Allen’s participation. Had he insulted her in some way? To her knowledge they had yet to meet. “I’m relieved to see you’re feeling better.”

“Will I have another relapse or is the change permanent?”

“We’re hoping it’s permanent, but we’ll have to wait and see.” She crossed her arms over her chest and nibbled on her lower lip. Did she dare ask Sarah what she was dying to ask her, or would Fane think the question underhanded?

“Ask me. I won’t tell.”

Cassie shook away her shock. She’d been in the Underground long enough to guard her thoughts. What was wrong with her today? “If your scars could be repaired but you would lose your abilities, would you want to have the procedure?”

“The mutation is ongoing. Even if you could repair the damage, the deformity would return.”

“This is a hypothetical situation,” Cassie said. Unless her pigheaded lover gave in, it was hypothetical. “I’m curious about your priorities.”

“If I’d known exactly what it would cost me to see glimpses of the future, I wouldn’t have hesitated.” Sarah’s vehemence shocked Cassie and it must have showed. Sarah laughed, her breath ruffling her veil. “We live in very different worlds, Dr. Myer. Prophetic dreams are far more valuable than a pretty face when you live in the Underground.”

“But what if you didn’t have to live in the Underground?”

“No one is forcing me to stay here. Everyone I care about is here.”

Cassie nodded though she suspected Sarah’s appearance had a lot more to do with the choices she’d made than she was willing to admit. “It was nice talking with you. Do you need anything?”

“She needs to rest,” Ostan supplied.

Sarah objected and Cassie slipped out of the room while Ostan took over the conversation. Cassie had expected a meek victim when she’d first seen Sarah. The young woman had far more spirit than Cassie had thought possible.

Her steps automatically led her to Fane’s apartment. She didn’t quite think of it as her room, even though she’d slept there every night since coming to the Underground. Of course, that hadn’t been that long ago.

She stepped into the darkened room and froze. Fane had just come out of the bathroom. He was drying his hair with a towel, completely unconcerned with his nudity.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey yourself.”

His slow, sexy smile never failed to curl her toes. “The bathroom’s nice and steamy if you want to jump in the shower.”

“Is that an invitation or a request?”

“An observation. I’d rather bathe you with my tongue.”

Heat rolled through her, sinking deep into her belly and settling between her thighs. Damn, the man was gorgeous. Just the sight of him was enough to make her all weak and tingly. Still, she wanted the tension between them put to rest.

“Sarah’s awake,” she said. “I talked to her a few minutes ago.”

“I know. I saw her earlier.”

“She told me she wouldn’t want a cure even if it fixed her face.”

He chuckled as he strolled toward her. “And I was just thinking it might not be such a bad idea to have a few more options available to us.”

“Really?” All the tension flowed out of her with the warmth of his smile. “What made you change your mind?”

His gaze caressed her face, lingering with obvious longing on her mouth. “The only chit stubborn enough to argue with Mal Ton and me at the same time.”

“I wasn’t arguing, exactly. I just didn’t understand your hesitation.”

A bit of his playfulness fell away. “I’m still hesitant.”

Now was the time for compromises. He needed to know that she understood the full scope of the issue. “I thought of a way to protect you while offering Allen the information he needs.”

“Did you now?” He captured a wisp of her hair and rolled it between his fingers.

“We’ll give him a sample of your DNA without telling him where it came from.”

One of his brows arched as he asked, “Will he let it go with that?”

“I’ll make sure he does.”

He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the tip of her nose. “Then I’ll give you the sample.”

Chapter Ten

 

 

The following day dawned dark and stormy, though no one in the Underground seemed to care. Cassie tried to concentrate, but her mind kept racing on to the night ahead. Fane would pose as the ambassador from Saronta and she would be his consort. They both would be carefully disguised so no one would recognize them until they were ready to be recognized. Mal Ton and a team of specters would remain unseen until or unless they were needed.

Best-case scenario, they would recover Karris alive so Cassie and Allen could reprogram her nanites. Cassie didn’t want to think about a worst-case scenario. Bryson and Howyn had to be exposed. Howyn, she sighed. When had she stopped thinking of him as Father?

“Are you all right?” Allen asked. “You seem distracted.”

“I am. There are so many things that could go wrong tonight.”

“But so much could be accomplished.” He offered an encouraging smile.

“I know. I’m just… I’m not looking forward to facing down my father.”

“That’s understandable.”

“I see him a lot more clearly now.” That was the understatement of the century. Fane’s memories had given her an inescapable sampling of her father’s true personality. “I understand all the lives he’s destroyed, but he was never cruel to me. I…”

“He’s your father.” Allen reached over and squeezed her hand. “If Fane can’t understand that, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Fane’s been wonderful. This is all me.” Allen nodded and returned his attention to his monitor. Mapping Fane’s DNA had kept him up all night. “Are you sure you aren’t ready for a break? You’re looking a bit rough around the edges.”

He smiled. “I wish you’d let me examine the donor. He has to be extraordinary.”

“That’s not going to happen,” she said with absolute finality. “Fane went way out on a limb just to get us the sample. That’s as far as our cooperation goes. Besides, your curiosity is just that. You don’t need to examine the donor to complete your research.”

“True.” He rubbed his eyelids and sighed. “Maybe I will lie down for a while. I’ve been seeing double for almost an hour.”

They parted ways in the corridor. Allen went off toward the barracks while Cassie went in search of Fane. She found him in the lobby with a garment bag folded over his arm. He was talking with a group of men, so she hung back.

“Ah, Cassie. Let me introduce our backup for tonight.” He motioned her over with his free hand. “This is Eric, Thom, and Jordan. They’re the specters Mal Ton mentioned yesterday.”

She shook their hands in turn, noticing that they had similar features and coloring. “Are you related?”

“Eric and Thom are brothers. Jordan is their cousin,” Fane explained.

“The specter mutation has always run in our family,” Thom told her.

Another fascinating fact Allen might find useful. She’d tell him about the pattern the next time she saw him.

“So what’s in the bag?” she asked as the others moved away.

“Our costumes for tonight. It’s been a long time since I played dress-up.”

They showered together, cuddling beneath the warm spray. Fane hardened against her belly and she wiggled away. “We don’t have time for this.”

“There’s always time for this.” He turned her around and eroded her hesitation with his fingers and the heated slide of his wet skin. His touches were focused, purposeful.

She braced herself against the wall in front of her, knowing the battle was already lost. When Fane set his mind on seduction, there was no power in the universe that could keep him from his goal. He teased her nipples and stroked her breasts while his mouth moved against the side of her neck. She rubbed against him, anxious and restless for the fullness of his body joined with hers.

His fingers parted her folds and gently rolled her clit. Tingles turned to shivers and shivers to deep pulsations of need. “Now,” she pleaded. “I want you inside me now.”

He chuckled. “I thought there wasn’t time.”

She moved her legs apart and waited, wet hair streaming across her face. He guided his cock to her entrance then grasped her hips. With one forceful thrust he filled her completely. A muffled cry escaped her lips and she tightened herself around him.

“That feels so fucking good.” He pulled back then drove deep. “But you’re still distracted.”

“No, I’m not. I’m here with you. All of me.” She closed her eyes and focused on the steady slide of his cock. Her inner muscles gripped him snugly and her legs wobbled as anxiety rippled through her mind. So much was resting on tonight. Should they really be—

“There you go again.” He didn’t sound angry, just intent on making his point. “I guess this calls for drastic measures.”

Without separating their bodies, he filled his palm with conditioner and arched away from her. His shaft slid back, almost out of her pussy. What was he going to do with the conditioner?

A wicked chuckle escaped his throat as he answered her silent question. He smeared the conditioner into her ass crack and slathered it over her anus.

“Fane?” She craned her neck, concerned if not actually afraid.

“I won’t hurt you. Surely you know that by now.”

His fingers slid up and down, sliding in the slippery conditioner. One hand circled her hips and covered her mound. His long middle finger rubbed over her clit, arousing and distracting her as he repositioned his cock.

Anticipation clawed through her uncertainty. Having him moving in her ass had been amazing in their shared dream. She smiled. He had her undivided attention, if nothing else.

He pulled her away from the wall and tipped her forward, bending her from the waist to give him a better angle. Each movement brought them closer to the ultimate joining. She braced her arms against the wall and tried not to tense. Sliding easily in the conditioner, he circled her opening, pushing firmly as her body spread before him. Tight. Wider and wider she stretched around him.

“Push back. Take me deeper.”

She felt off balance and dizzy, but his hands held her steady. Slowly she pushed back and he drove inward. A startled cry slipped from her mouth and she tossed her head. Water sprayed out in glistening droplets.

Reality narrowed, focused until only they existed. He drew back with infinite patience, allowing her to feel every millimeter of his hardness. Sensations danced along her nerve endings and crawled up her spine.

“More,” she gasped, pushing herself onto him so he could repeat the blissful slide. Nothing had ever felt quite so sexual. Raw, savage, lustful. She gave herself over to the hunger, to the blazing heat coursing through her with each careful stroke.

Too careful. She needed him to feel as primal as she felt. “Harder.”

His fingers dug into her hips as he complied. Long, deep thrusts filled her more deeply than she’d imagined possible. She pushed to the balls of her feet and canted her hips, needing everything he had to give. His hand returned to her mound, his fingers accenting each stroke. Water flowed around them as their bodies arched and swayed.

Heat swirled through her and poured out of her. His desire fueled hers as they passed sensations back and forth across their link. He moved faster then faster still. She gasped and tossed her head, lost in a maelstrom of sizzling pleasure.

Tension gathered, drawing tight then springing free. Her orgasm crested as his last thrust drove her to her toes. His cock bucked inside her tight rear passage and he wrapped her firmly in his arms.

“Now we know what it takes to drive all rational thought from your mind,” he whispered, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

He scrubbed her with soapy hands, insisting he “repair the damage.” She in no way felt damaged, but his warm hands felt too good to refuse. She was flushed and sleepy by the time he turned off the water.

They chatted happily while they dressed. She caught him up on their progress in the lab, his questions assured her he was listening. “Did you ever run the samples Andrea gave you?”

“I ran them this morning. My preliminary findings indicate human and Stilox physiology are compatible. Of course we won’t know for sure until someone tries to conceive.”

“I’ll let Roark know. He’ll be thrilled. So will Andrea. Her specialty is infertility. That’s how she became interested in genetics.”

She shook out her gown and its beauty suddenly caught her attention. “This is breathtaking. Where did you get it?” The deep brown fabric had an iridescent sheen that shimmered and flowed with hints of color. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“I hope it fits. We don’t have time to find you another.”

“Let’s find out.” She stepped into the gown and held it in place while he fastened the back. The bodice hugged her torso and supported her breasts while the skirt flared dramatically in exaggerated pleats. “It’s perfect.” She adjusted the neckline over her cleavage and pulled on the matching gloves. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s going to take a lot of makeup to keep people from recognizing you.”

Her thoughts were much the same as Fane introduced her to Mallory, the woman who would facilitate their metamorphosis. She had an infectious laugh and loved to talk. Cassie sat back and let her carry the conversation.

“Your skin is naturally fair, but the Sarontian ideal of beauty is almost colorless.”

Cassie remembered Mal Ton’s petite friend and agreed with Mallory. Not only had the messenger’s hair been silver, her face had been incredibly pale.

“The headpiece has a fringe of silver hair, so we won’t need a wig. Still, you’ll have to be careful not to rub off the makeup.”

Mallory covered Cassie’s face, neck, and arms, taking her skin tone from ivory to alabaster. Then she inserted contacts that added sparks of purple to Cassie’s dark gaze. “We can’t do much with the shape, so avoid eye contact when you can.”

Cassie thought she looked like a massive porcelain doll until Mallory secured the headpiece over her hair. Silver tendrils framed her face and brought out the purple shards in her eyes. She searched the mirror, unable to locate her own features.

“Wow,” Fane said. “That does the trick.”

“I’m glad you approve.” Mallory smiled. “Now it’s your turn.”

The process was more fun to watch than to undergo. “Sarontian men are as dark as their women are light. This shouldn’t take as long.” She deepened his skin tone with a bronzer and handed him a set of contacts. The film turned his irises black.

“I like his natural color much better,” Cassie said.

“There are no green-eyed Sarontians,” Mallory said as she pulled out a tube of some sort of gel. “You’ll have to put up with it for tonight.” She squeezed the gel into the palm of her hand and then worked it through his hair with a comb. Though the gel appeared colorless, it masked the red in his hair and deepened the shade from medium to dark brown. She combed the damp strands straight back from his face and secured the entire mass at the nape of his neck. The look was severe and menacing. “No one will question anything he says.” She laughed. “No one will dare.”

Forty minutes later they sat side by side in a luxury cruiser. Mal Ton was posing as their driver for the time being. “How are the specters arriving?” she whispered the question to Fane, and he smiled. “Sorry. I feel like a teenager sneaking out of the house.”

“Did you ever sneak out when you were a teenager?” His disbelief was obvious.

“No, but I can imagine this is how it feels.”

“The three specters can teleport. They’ll meet up with Mal Ton once we’ve gone inside.”

She nodded and pressed her hand over her heart, trying to still its rapid thudding.

“Relax, love. You’re going to smear your makeup.”

He was right. She needed to calm down, but espionage was so far out of her comfort zone it was comical. She was a lab rat, a scientific recluse, more comfortable with equations and computations than with people.

If you don’t relax, I’m going to slip my hand under your skirt and give you something else to think about. He passed a vivid image along with the thought and Cassie released her pent-up breath. That’s better. Now close your eyes and enjoy the fantasy.

She let her lids close and rested her head against the seat. In her mind, he eased her back across the seat and lifted her skirt to her waist. He stroked her thighs and hips, exploring the bare skin between her stockings and her lace panties. His fingers glided up her inner thighs, brushed against her silk-covered sex and slid down the other side. She shivered and fidgeted, restless and needy.

Are you relaxed?

Distracted, not relaxed. Your touch has never been relaxing.

He chuckled, the sound warm and evocative. We’ll have to play some more after we get inside. We’re almost there.

She opened her eyes with a soft gasp and looked out the viewport beside her. She recognized the festival hall. She’d been here several times in her youth. The opulent ballroom and lush gardens made it a favorite for lavish celebrations. Cruisers and private shuttles lined the wide circle drive. Colored lights decorated the trees lining the walkway that led to the massive front entrance.

“If they turn Karris loose at this party, how will she escape?” Despite Fane’s best effort, Cassie’s stomach was tied in knots.

“Teleportation or invisibility. There’s no telling which ability she loaded.”

“I wonder if she keeps each ability she loads, or if she can only hold a few at a time?” She shuddered. “It sounds as if we’re talking about a machine, not a person.”

“Karris might once have been human, but make no mistake, Project Chrysalis has turned her into a weapon. You can’t allow yourself to forget what she’s become.”

With a discouraged nod, Cassie turned back to the window. The hatch activated with a hiss, slowly lowering to the waiting sidewalk. Mal Ton, debonair in a black tuxedo, raised his hand to help her down the narrow stairs. Fane tucked her hand into the bend of his elbow and escorted her toward the front door.

Lower your eyes and stay close. Sarontian women are demure and mysterious.

She pressed his arm to her side and watched her skirt swish as they strolled along the walkway. They passed through the amo detector then Fane presented their invitation to the waiting attendant. After scanning the card, the attendant announced the arrival of the “Sarontian ambassador and his companion.”

Should we have provided him with fictitious names or is that how the Sarontian delegation would have been introduced?

Sarontians value names far more than other races. They believe knowing someone’s name gives you control over them. They only reveal their names to those they know well and trust.

They reached the entrance to the ballroom and Cassie’s steps faltered. A swirling sea of colorful gowns and smiling people spread out before her. This had once been her world, the privileged elite. So selfish. So myopic. They focused on pleasure and luxuries while the world around them crumbled.

“Are you all right?” Fane squeezed her hand, drawing her gaze to his face.

“I’m fine. This is just a little unnerving.”

He slipped his arm around her waist, warm and supportive. The others are in place. We’re not alone.

He’d misunderstood the cause of her discomfort, but that was all right. This was something she had to work through on her own.

“Chancellor Martin Howyn of Protaria.”

The attendant’s voice rang out over the assembly and Cassie’s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. This was it. After tonight, the star system would know her father was a criminal and she would be free to live her own life. So why was she trembling?

You’re looking panicked again. Shall we find a quiet corner where I can calm you down?

She smiled and shook her head. I’m fine. I’m just anxious for this night to be over.

Fair enough. He swept his hand toward the dance floor. “Shall we?”

“I didn’t know you could dance.” He took her in his arms and merged with the undulating crowd. His steps were light and sure, his hold firm without clutching. “I’m impressed.”

He bent toward her and whispered, “My entire life hasn’t been lived underground.”

She relaxed in his light embrace, soothed by the familiar. Couples twirled around them with a rhythmic ebb and flow.

Bryson’s sitting against the wall. She started to look, but he stopped her. Don’t turn your head. I’ll spin us around.

Sure enough, the general sat near the exit, seemingly watching the dancers.

Do you see Karris? Would she be out in the open or hiding somewhere? Cassie wasn’t sure if her mind was still functional.

Not yet. He pulled her close, his breath warming her cheek. Don’t search with your eyes. Open your mind and see if you can sense her.

Her abilities didn’t work like that, but she wasn’t about to argue with him. Looking around might draw someone’s attention. Besides, it was making her dizzy.

I’ve got her. She’s standing by the beverage table in a deep blue dress.

Cassie waited until Fane spun her around to locate their target. Karris’ aloof expression was mirrored all around the room. Raising a champagne flute to her lips, Karris scanned the crowd with her assessing gaze.

Shouldn’t we take her now before someone gets hurt? What little calm she’d garnered from the dance dissolved in an icy rush. Who was Karris’ target? Could they stop her before Karris completed her mission?

Our proof must be irrefutable. Krentz was clear about that. To move against someone as powerful as your father, every detail must be in order.

Fane led her to the edge of the dance floor and they carefully stepped apart. From this angle Cassie could only see Karris from the shoulders up. Karris pivoted to the right and extended her arm, likely setting down her champagne glass.

Mal Ton report.

We’re in place. She might not know it, but she’s surrounded.

I need you to break off and cover Bryson. The specters can handle Karris.

Copy.

Without explanation, Fane took her hand and led her through the people congregated around the dance floor. Cassie realized their destination a moment before they arrived. Her father was speaking with a lavishly dressed couple she didn’t recognize. He nodded and smiled, but his gaze darted again and again toward the beverage table.

He’s downright jittery. Cassie drew comfort from his unrest. He should be nervous. His entire world was about to come crashing down on him. The show must be about to start.

“Could you please excuse me?” He inclined his head respectfully then turned around. His gaze collided with Cassie’s. He offered an automatic smile then narrowed his gaze.

Whatever he’d been about to say was lost in the mayhem that followed. Karris launched an energy pulse directly at the newly inaugurated governor. The guests screamed and scattered, rushing for the exits. Thom appeared a step away from Karris and absorbed the pulse with his body. He defused the energy through his fingers and sent it streaming into the marble floor.

Karris raised her hand to try again, but the other two specters appeared. They locked hands with Thom, surrounding her with a living containment field.

Bryson rushed for the exit only to collide with Mal Ton. A wicked smile parted Mal Ton’s lips as he punched Bryson squarely in the face.

Howyn’s reaction was much the same. He bolted for the door. Fane grabbed one arm and Cassie grabbed the other, bringing him up short. Howyn’s guards drew their weapons and leveled them on Cassie and Fane.

“Call them off, Father. We’re not going to hurt you.”

Much, Fane amended mentally.

“Don’t fire,” Howyn shouted, his gaze searching her face. “Cassie?”

The melee continued around them, people pushing and shoving in an effort to evacuate. Karris fired again, inciting a fresh rush of panic. The governor’s guards formed a concentric circle around the specters. Karris hardly noticed. She threw herself at the specters, screaming at the pain only to lunge again.

Mal Ton, make Bryson call her off, Fane ordered. She’s going to kill herself trying to complete her mission.

Cassie looked across the room to see if Mal Ton heard Fane’s directive. With Bryson’s arm bent up behind his back, Mal Ton pushed the general toward the crowd gathering around Karris.

“Get your hands off me,” Howyn snapped, drawing her attention back to her struggling father. “What is the meaning of this?”

“We’re on to you, Howyn. Drop the bullshit.” Fane tugged him toward the beverage table.

“This is the man who kidnapped my daughter.” Howyn jerked against Fane’s restraining hold. “Arrest him at once!”

Cassie let go of his arm and stepped in front of Fane as the guards lunged for Fane. “He’s lying. This man rescued me. He has done nothing wrong.”

The guards hesitated, holding position without lowering their weapons.

“Call her off, you depraved son of a bitch!” Mal Ton’s angry cry snapped Cassie’s attention toward the disturbance. Karris continued to throw herself against the energy barrier. Blood trickled from her nose and countless burns and bruises discolored her skin.

She looked at Fane and he said, “Go. Shut her down.”

Cassie pushed her way through the fascinated guards and positioned herself between Thom and Eric. “Next time she comes this way let me through.”

“Are you sure?” Thom didn’t take his eyes off Karris. “Both her hands are charged and ready to fire.”

“I’m sure.”

Karris screamed in frustration and agony as she connected with the barrier. She paused for a second then turned toward Cassie. Karris’ gaze narrowed and the glow of energy surrounding her hands intensified. She lowered her head and charged. The specters broke rank and Cassie extended her hand, jabbing Karris in the chest with her index finger. Karris howled and swung for Cassie, but Thom and Eric snatched her back. Karris wobbled, her body swayed and then her knees buckled. She collapsed in the middle of the specters and Cassie sighed.

“Nice work,” Thom said, and hesitantly patted Cassie’s back.

“You’re one demented fuck,” Mal Ton snarled at Bryson. “You would have stood here and watched her fry.”

“I know nothing about this… mutant. Why don’t you ask their king?” He nodded toward Fane with a smirk.

“We have multiple communications between you and a potential buyer,” Fane said in a calm, conversational tone. “Copies of all our intel have been turned over to Director Krentz at the Interplanetary Consortium. He intends to launch a full-scale investigation.”

“Is this true, Bryson?” Howyn stepped forward, his face a mask of indignation. “I knew you were obsessed with these humans but…” He looked at Fane and shook his head. “I had no idea he had taken things so far.”

Fane laughed, but Cassie could sense the fury seething beneath his surface calm. “Do you honestly expect us to believe you had no knowledge of Bryson’s actions?”

“Believe what you like. I’m sure the investigation will reveal my innocence.”

Cassie covered her mouth with her hand as dread washed over her. Her father was far too smart to involve himself in something illicit without a scapegoat waiting in the wings.

“I’ll offer my full cooperation in exchange for amnesty,” Bryson said, his infuriated gaze focused squarely on Howyn. “That bastard orchestrated every move I made. There is no way I’m taking the fall for this!”

“It’s out of my hands.” Fane turned toward a tall, dark-haired man waiting beyond the clutter of people. “Director Krentz, I don’t envy you this tangle.”

Krentz gave a soft command and a small army filed into the room from every available doorway. His men disarmed the other soldiers with silent efficiency. Karris was loaded onto a hovercart and taken away.

Cassie moved toward the newcomer, unable to let the situation slip beyond their control without a little more information. “Director Krentz, perhaps Bryson could demonstrate his willingness to cooperate by telling us the location of the lab.”

“And if he has a way to track the other human,” Mal Ton added. “I need the frequency if he tagged her.”

Bryson’s lips twitched, but he managed to suppress his smile as he looked at Mal Ton. “Brianna is a wild one. Did she slip away from your man too?”

“Answer the question.” Mal Ton took a menacing step toward the general.

“Sorry. You’re on your own. I had no idea she’d be foolish enough to run, so I didn’t think to tag her.”

Mal Ton accepted the information with a disappointed nod.

“And the lab?” Fane prompted.

“Is this the beginning of a deal?” Bryson asked the director.

“I need to evaluate the value of your information before I can tell you what I’m willing to offer.”

“This is outrageous!” Howyn moved forward and Krentz’s men pressed in around him. “I will not be treated like a criminal and I will not let the lies of a desperate man incriminate me.”

“His testimony alone will incriminate no one,” Krentz assured. “All decisions will be rendered on the evidence.”

“Oh, I’ve got evidence,” Bryson said. “I’m not nearly as incompetent as Howyn thinks.”

“Please give us the location of the lab.” Krentz raised his brow expectantly.

Bryson recited the address then Krentz’s men led him away.

Howyn’s exit was not nearly so uneventful. He tugged and shouted, screaming in fury and frustration as Krentz’s men dragged him across the ballroom. “Cassie, this is wrong! Why are you among my accusers?”

She took a step forward, but Fane placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t listen to their lies!” Howyn lunged for the archway as they reached the exit. “Call my lawyer!”

Cassie shook her head as her father’s last request echoed off the ceiling. “That was seriously awkward.”

Director Krentz looked at her with compassion shining in his eyes. “His fingerprints are all through the information I’ve received so far and I’ve just scratched the surface.”

“I know. The show was for my benefit, a desperate attempt to recapture my support.”

Krentz turned to Fane. “This operation was an undeniable success. We captured the primary players, turned one against the other, and accomplished it all without loss of life.”

“We’d like to take Karris back to the Underground,” Fane replied. “We’re better equipped to deal with her injuries.”

“If you’re willing to allow one of my men to tag along.”

“That’s an acceptable compromise.” They shook hands and Krentz departed. As soon as the director was out of earshot, Fane turned to Thom and said, “Follow them to the lab. I don’t have a problem with their collecting the evidence. I just want to make sure they don’t miss anything.”

“Consider it done. They’ll only know I’m there if there’s a problem.” Thom stepped into the shadow realm and disappeared.

“That is so cool,” Cassie muttered.

“Maybe, but I remember him stepping aside while you dealt with Karris,” Fane reminded.

She smiled, warmed by the praise. “We all played a part.”

“Which is the foundation for any successful mission,” Mal Ton agreed.

Fane slipped his arm around her waist and led her out into the cool night air. “Who will take over for your father?”

“Harold Lansford, at least for the interim. I’m sure the council will call for an election once Krentz has finished cleaning house.”

“Harold?” Mal Ton mused. “Wasn’t that the name of Milleepon’s contact?”

Fane shook his head. “The audio files were positively identified as Bryson. It was just an alias.”

“I hate coincidences. I’ll make sure Krentz knows about the anomaly.” Mal Ton activated the hatch for them then went around to the front of the ship.

Fane and Cassie settled into the plush seats in the passenger cabin and waited for the subtle pressure indicating takeoff.

“This was one hell of a night.” Fane scrubbed his face with his hand, smearing the carefully applied bronzer. “I can’t wait to take a shower.”

She smiled as she remembered what they’d done in the shower earlier. “And I can’t wait to get out of these clothes. The gown might look amazing, but it’s uncomfortable.”

“You can take it off now.” He grinned. “I don’t mind.”

“I’d only have to put it back on, unless you want me to parade through the Underground naked.”

He chuckled and rubbed his eyes hard enough to dislodge his contacts. “I doubt anyone would mind, but I’d rather reserve your exhibitionist tendencies for private demonstrations.”

“I agree.” She took a minute and unpinned the headdress, eager to be rid of the confinement and the weight. “Ah, that’s better.” She tossed the decoration aside.

Fane, you are not going to believe this. The frustration in Thom’s tone made Cassie look at Fane.

What now? Fane asked with a sigh. I gather this isn’t good news.

Someone cleaned out the lab. Everything is gone! The strangest part is we’re pretty sure Bryson didn’t know about it. Krentz thinks this was a double cross.

Any suspects? Fane rubbed the bridge of his nose, obviously frustrated.

It’s too soon to know. Krentz said he’d keep you in the loop.

Thanks for the update.

“This complicates the hell out of treating Karris,” Cassie said. “I was hoping for some background data on exactly what they’ve done to her.”

“Don’t you just need to reprogram her nanites?”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“In what way?”

“The program I wrote would have allowed her to absorb the energy, but I’m not sure how she converted that energy into actual abilities. That smacks of genetic manipulation.”

“Which puts us in Allen’s arena?”

“Exactly.”

They were silent for a moment. Speculation made Cassie’s mind race. Sarah was stabilized but not yet fully recovered. Roark would bring Lorelle out of stasis as soon as her treatment reached Stilox. Roark and Andrea would be thrilled to learn that their physiology was compatible for conception, and Allen’s involvement had opened up a whole new level of possibilities. It was staggering to think about all the changes that had developed since Max snatched her from her apartment.

“Has Allen harassed you about the mysterious donor?” Fane’s question drew her back to the present.

“He mentioned that he would really like to examine the person, but I let him know in no uncertain terms it would never happen.”

He smiled and reached for her hand. “My hero.”

“I know what you risked by compromising on this and I’m going to uphold my end of the bargain.”

“Bargains.” He blew out a ragged sigh. “My bargaining position was obliterated tonight.” He raised her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’m a man of my word, so you are free to go whenever you want—if you want.”

“Free to go where?” She stared into his eyes and opened her mind, revealing the depth and intensity of her devotion to him. “You destroyed my illusions and dismantled life as I knew it. You changed everything.”

He cupped the side of her face with his free hand and smiled. “You make that sound like a bad thing.” Affection and tenderness pulsed back from him, every bit as consuming as her emotions.

“It was painful and overwhelming, but I wouldn’t go back, even if I could.”

His lips pressed over hers, the kiss slow and caressing. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

She returned the tender kiss. “I’m starting to realize.”

“What can I do to help you understand?”

She smiled, happy tears gathering behind her lashes. “Just keep me by your side.”

 

 

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Their Defiant Human

After she defies the leaders of a warlike alien species, beautiful human scientist Andrea Raynier is taken captive by a bold, handsome Stilox warrior named Mal Ton. Fearing that her knowledge could be used to design weapons, Andrea vows never to cooperate, but she quickly discovers that Mal Ton is more than ready to do whatever is needed to compel her obedience.

Andrea soon finds herself naked, bound, and quivering with need as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by Mal Ton and his colleague, Doctor Roark Talbot. But will mastering her body be enough, or will Andrea’s captors seek to conquer their defiant human’s heart as well?

 

His Feisty Human

Mal Ton has spent his life fighting for the survival of his people, often deep behind enemy lines, and he has never been hesitant to properly master a woman if her breathless, quivering surrender to his stern discipline and skillful lovemaking would aid his cause. From the moment he first sets eyes on Lorelle, however, it is obvious that the beautiful, spirited human will be different.

Despite the intense lust brought on by a cleverly-designed alien virus, Lorelle has kept herself under control over the long weeks since she was abducted from Earth. But with each passing hour, her helpless arousal drives her closer to madness, and she has grown desperate by the time rescue arrives at last in the form of a huge, handsome Stilox warrior.

Lorelle’s situation is dire, and Mal Ton is left with no choice but to take matters into his own hands. After spanking her bare bottom soundly to overcome her foolish reluctance to submit to the treatment she requires, he claims her hard and thoroughly, bringing her to one shattering climax after another until the need which threatened to consume her is finally satisfied.

The passionate coupling serves its purpose, but Lorelle’s desire for her rescuer does not abate. When it becomes clear that an irreversible bond has been formed between them and they are now mated for life, will Mal Ton be prepared to do whatever is necessary to tame his feisty human?

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