Nocturnal Part 3

His fully distended fangs p.r.i.c.ked against his lips as he slid himself into place at her liquid-drenched portal. Just feeling the fierce heat difference between himself and her blood-pulsing flesh made him throb with the urge to find release. His mouth ached, hunger stirred. She had gained pleasure without taking blood. Could he?

"G.o.d. Relax, baby, please," he begged her in a wild rasp. She was so excited, so clenched with pleasure, that he couldn't find entrance into her. Not a gentle one at least, and his patience was fading really d.a.m.n fast. That resurrected animal within him was starting to kick up a fuss, snarling for release.

"Nick. I can't help it!"

He knew she couldn't. She was so aroused, even the slightest eroticism was setting her off into low little spasms of joy. Cursing on a monstrous growl, he forwent gentility and started to force himself into her, pus.h.i.+ng hard past the rippling, convulsing muscle in his way. His invasion seemed to only make her all the more mindless. She came. Hard. Her claws were biting into his shoulders and sending a spear of stimulation right down his spine, across the seat of his s.c.r.o.t.u.m, and down his steel-hard c.o.c.k.

Oh. He was ready now.

Now.

He hilted into her in the next thrust, the smack of his sac against her a.s.s so d.a.m.n satisfying he had to growl roughly with his approval. He scooped up her knees into the crooks of his elbows, pushed forward nice and deep, thumping against her cervix quite securely. Now he was deep enough. Now she was going to come for him harder than she ever had before.

Chapter 6.

Amara was in a daze of pleasure that wouldn't seem to end. The only thing cutting through it all was the painfully persistent intrusion of Nick's shockingly huge c.o.c.k. It seemed even thicker and longer than last time. Either that or she was just swollen. Regardless, he only made it halfway into her before pain became ecstasy, and she went flying into an endless night sky full of stars, fresh air, and freedom. She hadn't seen the night sky in so long. So very long So very long. It was so beautiful, and her whole spirit soared outward to try and touch all those glittering stars.

Her eyes were still dazzled by it all when she tried to blink into focus. In all that light there came the imposing shadow of Nick's darkness. Just as his body was a glorious intrusion into hers, his dark presence above her shaded her stinging vision, looming over her as both a force of protection, satisfaction, and domination. Her climaxes had made her slick and ready, and he was able to sink deep as he caught up her legs. Her belly clenched, the need to come yet again so tight inside of her that tears sprang into her eyes. She had never been this responsive, this sensitive. Her body was completely alien, half of her feeling ethereal and free, the other half demanding more of him. More of them them. Somewhere deep within she understood they were a combined ent.i.ty. They would no longer be just Nick, or just Amara. They were Nick and Amara. Nick and Amara. NickandAmara.

"I'm so hungry for you," she breathed on a sob when his head dipped low near hers. "I need you, Nick."

He bent to kiss her mouth, drenching her in her own scent and taste as his tongue dove deep against hers. She licked him voraciously, p.r.i.c.king her tongue on both their fangs as she suckled the flavor of herself off of him.

"You'll always need me," he rumbled deeply against her lips as he thrust hard against her womb. "You'll always want me."

"Yes," she gasped.

"You are mine now," he growled roughly, driving harder and faster into her with every word. "No one else, Amara. Never." He groaned in his pleasure, his big body shuddering hard under her gripping hands.

"Why would I want anyone or anything else? Nick...Nick, please."

"Okay, sweet. Let me feel you come around me."

"Bite me, Nick." Amara turned her head, exposing her throat and the line of her shoulder to him. "G.o.d, I'm going to come!"

"d.a.m.n right you are," he hissed as he bent to lick her where she had beckoned him to go. She felt him hesitate, knew there was still a part of him resisting his desire to taste her. He turned his head, focusing on the driving force of his hips as his c.o.c.k plowed through her dense, clutching sheath faster and faster.

Amara burst into little brilliant bits of light, her whole body shuddering and quaking with the powerful impact of her climax. She could hear herself crying out in a l.u.s.ty, cresting cadence that blended with Nick's.

"f.u.c.king h.e.l.l! Amara! Amara! Amara!"

She felt him unravel, the harsh slams of his pelvis punctuating the violent rush of his o.r.g.a.s.m. She felt the burn of his seed flooding into her like superheated magma, the heat of his body so extreme compared to hers in that moment. He shuddered hard, gasping for breath and balance as he tried to keep from crus.h.i.+ng her.

"I didn't bite you," he said in heavy panting rasps. "I wanted to-G.o.d, you made it so hard to resist-but I didn't do it."

Nick dropped hard onto his elbows, his sweaty forehead falling against the bared length of her neck where she had invited him to taste her. Amara wasn't certain what he was trying to say, or why it was so important to him that he didn't even wait to catch his breath to explain.

Then she understood. He wanted to know he could control himself. He wanted to know he could master his beast even at the most extreme of moments. She envied him that, because now that she had her breath, she couldn't control what happened next.

She sank her teeth deeply into his shoulder.

Nick jolted against her lips, and she instinctively wrapped him up in her arms and legs to hold him in place. She wished she could explain why she needed to drink from him, but she wasn't exactly certain for herself. All she could a.s.sume was that she had not taken enough last time, because she had been increasingly in need of it the more energy she had burned in their lovemaking.

This time she was much more careful. Amara kept her lips sealed to his skin and did not wrench against him in any way that would tear his flesh or break her seal. Her mouth filled with the heavenly flavor of warm, vital male. He shuddered in her grasp, his body otherwise trapped within hers. He grew hard inside of her again, and she heard him moan low and rough as he bent his head and helped her to himself. By the third swallow, he was moving inside of her again, clearly unable to help himself. Her feeding aroused him. So much so that by her sixth gulp, he was reaching crisis again.

"Don't stop," he commanded her gruffly, his thrusts not even necessarily deep or hard. They didn't need to be. He could have stayed completely still and the effect on him would have been exactly the same. "Oh, yes...oh, s.h.i.+t...don't...don't stop!"

Nick climaxed again, his body straining to meet the demand of his new nature. She felt herself overflowing with him, both v.a.g.i.n.ally and orally. She carefully opened her jaw, and swiftly swept her tongue over the four punctures. Nick was shaking with his exertions and the remnants of the incredible ecstasy he'd experienced. He gasped for breath, his open mouth against her neck. When she was satisfied his wounds were closed, she finally relaxed into the mattress.

They spent several long minutes recuperating, and then Nick lifted up and looked them both over. "You didn't spill a single drop," he noted, looking rather impressed.

"Waste not," she said with a shrug she hoped looked blase. Then she grinned. "It was rather cool. I just needed to focus and be more careful. It didn't hurt?"

"Babe, it hurt so good I'm still reeling. You needed that?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "Does that make me weaker than you? You could resist."

"No. I doubt it. You didn't take as much as I did the first time. Frankly, I don't care why you did it. You can do it again right now if you like." The grin he shot her was positively lascivious.

"Can't. Look. No fangs." She opened her mouth and sure enough, they had fully retracted. He examined the little white enamel nubs under her lips for a moment.

"Guess you got your fill this time."

"Yeah. But you didn't." She nodded toward his as-yet heavily fanged state.

"I wanted to know if I could control it. I needed to know," he corrected himself. "I need to know what all my limits and limitations are. I don't want to ever hurt you, Amara."

"Yes but, that's just it." She bit her lip. "I don't think I process pain the same anymore. It's like you said. It hurts so good. Every time you did something that should have...would have hurt under normal circ.u.mstances, I interpreted it inside myself as pleasure. Weird, huh? Like a natural s.a.d.i.s.t or something." have hurt under normal circ.u.mstances, I interpreted it inside myself as pleasure. Weird, huh? Like a natural s.a.d.i.s.t or something."

"Perhaps. Perhaps it's just because it is me."

"Maybe so. Do you feel hunger?" She reached up to touch the deadly sharp tip of a tooth.

"No. Not at all. This time it was more like...well, eroticism. The desire was like the desire to suck on your sweet little c.l.i.t. I was dying to do it, but could have resisted and still survived. I wouldn't be happy, and part of me isn't, as you can see." He touched his tongue to a fang. "But I can certainly survive. Last time, it was a matter of survival. No bones about it. I had to feed. So did you. I'm not certain how long we can continue to do this off each other, but I hope we can." He frowned darkly down at her. "If your bite causes that kind of reaction in me, I'm not sure I want to see some other guy getting off on you doing that to him."

"One step at a time. Now that we've both 'fed,' let's see how long we are able to go before we have to do it again no matter how hard we resist."

"I'm all for science," he noted with a chuckle, "but do we hafta?" He affected a little whine, and then gave her a growling little nibble against her neck. "I bet I could make you come if I just bit you and did nothing else at all. That's exactly what you did to me."

"Mmm. I bet you could," she agreed breathily. "I'm beginning to think you could make me come just looking at me the wrong way. Or the right way. Whichever."

"Well, there's a theory I'm willing to-"

Nick halted midsentence when the sharp sound of releasing locks came from the doorway. He was off of her body in an instant, jerking the blanket over her for cover as he sat up on the edge of the bed, keeping her behind his body as he faced the opening door.

Raul and the a.s.shole Twins entered the room.

Chapter 7.

Nick found he was really quite glad to find himself with ready fangs and talons that quickly began to ache for tender human flesh to mark. He made a low sound of threat, like an animal protecting its den. He supposed that was exactly what he was doing. His den and and his mate. his mate.

He wasn't going to let them touch her. He'd rip them apart first.

"We'll be taking blood and the usual vital statistics," Raul announced. "I'm to ask if you wish to remain together or to be separated."

"Together," they chorused.

"Hmm," was all Raul had to say about that. "Behave, or you will be heavily tranquilized." On cue, a.s.shole #1, the one who had fondled Amara in the lab, produced the remote to the implanted behavior modification devices.

Nick's hands clenched into fists as Raul cautiously approached, and Amara gently covered one of his hands with one of hers, knowing he was puncturing his own palms with his nails. The medic began to prepare the tubes on his tray, and his sharp eyes spied the fresh wound on Nick's neck.

"Would you say the climax you experienced with her bite was any different than the others? Stronger, perhaps?"

"Why, you miserable little f.u.c.k!"

Nick launched off the bed and grabbed Raul around his throat, slamming him hard against the wall even as he tore his nails across the throat of the twin with the remote and wrenched his head off his spine with a single-handed snap. The remote went skidding under the bed as Nick let the body of the first twin fall. Then he snarled viciously at the second one, who was fumbling for his own remote and all of a sudden looked ready to p.i.s.s his pants.

"Leave it or he's dead," Nick spat in warning to the other man, making certain he could see the rivulets of blood oozing down Raul's throat. "I owed him for touching her," he noted, pointing to the dead orderly. "I'll let you both walk out of here with the blood and vitals you want, but you're not going to ask any more questions. Got it? You want answers, you just keep spying on us like the slimy little pervert b.a.s.t.a.r.ds you are. If you don't figure it out that way, then you can f.u.c.k with your own genes and find out for yourselves. We're done with answering your stupid surveys. Oh"-Nick flashed fierce fangs for a smile-"and we'd like some fresh bedding and clothes so we don't freeze our a.s.ses off anymore. We clear?"

Raul nodded and so did the other orderly. Nick wasn't certain they would comply once he let go, but he didn't have much choice. He was certain reinforcements were already on their way. It probably hadn't been wise to react as he had, but he hadn't been able to help himself. He'd seen red at what he had perceived as an insult to Amara, not to mention the bald fury at Raul's blase admission that they had been watching everything they did. He had suspected, of course, but to know for certain was intrusive and painful.

Especially for Amara, he figured.

He looked back at her as he let go of Raul, suddenly worried about how she would react to the way he had so easily and coldly dispatched another human being. Even he was a little shaken by it. It was true, the crimes being committed against them warranted severity of punishment, but death?

For touching Amara, death was too good for him.

"Agent Gregory."

Nick turned sharply at the familiar voice near the door. There stood that same smooth doctor with the very same air of superiority he'd seen on him nearly a month ago. Of course he could afford to feel superior. He stood with three rather beefy-looking orderlies at his back. At the clear threat, Nick felt his entire being bristle in defense. Every hair on his body seemed to stand on end and he didn't check the low warning growl rolling out of his throat.

"Relax, Agent. No one is here to harm you. You are much more valuable to us alive. I thought you might like to know that." Paulson glanced over at Amara, his eyes lingering on her much too long for Nick's peace of mind. "I see we've made you an excellent match," he noted with a leering sort of self-satisfied smile. "It doesn't always work out so well. Some resist and sulk. Others just savagely feed and then pick separate corners. Too often, the male kills his intended mate. Haven't figured out why. You might like to know you are the exception and not the rule. This compatibility is what fascinates me. You don't even know each other, yet suddenly you are as familiar as old lovers. Now, I can observe from now until doomsday, as you well know, but I can't learn what I want to know without asking you some questions."

"Then you're f.u.c.ked, because we aren't answering."

"You will answer, or you will be separated. If you continue to be disagreeable, Agent Gregory, I will force you to watch while I lock her in another room with a newly turned male."

"You can't do that!" Amara cried. "Another male would kill me!"

"Why?" the doctor demanded. "How are you so certain of that?"

"Because she is mine!" Nick roared with fury, everything inside of him screaming to attack this threat before him. But before that imperative was the demand to protect his mate at all costs. He could do nothing that would risk what Paulson was threatening him with. Amara was right. Now that she was marked as Nick's mate, she would be in danger with any other males. Oh, another male would certainly want her...but he wouldn't take her unless he could kill the male who had marked her first. Until he killed Nick.

How did he know this?

He just did. Just as Amara did. Instinctually. To the bone. It was an imperative written deeply into their altered DNA.

"She is mine," Nick repeated, trying to keep his head clear of rage so he could focus and protect them both. "Another male would know that. Resent it."

"Hmm. No man likes another man's leavings," Dr. Paulson sniffed. "But I sense more. Instinct. Scent marking? Dominance? We've never had so large a group turned before. In a day or two, we are going to turn you all loose in the common areas. Morphates and regular humans all together. It will be quite a show, I imagine."

"Morphates?" Amara asked hoa.r.s.ely, her knuckles white as she clenched the blanket around her.

"You aren't vampires, my dear. We call your breed Morphates. Humans, or rather, primates, morphed into a better breed. Everything about you is enhanced. Senses, strength, s.e.xuality, reflexes, and, obviously, animal instinct. We revived what has been so deeply repressed. Think of it, Agent Gregory. You have undergone a dramatic physical change on a cellular level that allows you to heal and regenerate at a phenomenal rate of speed. This means you will be forever young and always perfectly healthy. The savagery you exhibit, granted, is a poor side effect, but we will perfect this one day. Watching how you have maintained and regained control over yourself tells us how close we are coming to exactly that. Now we will turn you loose on each other and see what happens."

Paulson glanced over Nick's naked form.

"Clothe them. Fresh bedding. Bring them some food."

The doctor exited and kept his head attached only because Amara reached for Nick's hand and drew him back toward her.

"Please. I'm frightened."

Nick understood she meant to ask him not to do anything that would separate them. He wouldn't. He couldn't couldn't. G.o.d, what would have happened to Amara had he not desired her? Nick wondered. What would he have done to her? Clearly, these men of medicine didn't want to intervene, preferring instead to observe as their creations ripped each other to shreds. The very idea of it made Nick sick to his stomach. He turned and wrapped his arms around Amara, holding her tightly against himself as they watched the orderlies carry out their orders in the cramped room. With shaking hands, Raul took the blood he needed, beating a hasty retreat when Nick curled an aggressive lip back from his distended fangs.

As soon as the door hissed closed on its pneumatics, Nick grabbed for the pile of smaller clothing and quickly helped her into the sweats and tee. He snagged sweats for himself and then sat down on the new mattress. He drew Amara down onto his lap and into the protective circle of his embrace. She hooked an arm around his neck and he could feel the burn of her cheek against his and knew she was struggling with emotion.

"Morphates," she rasped. "Well, at least it wasn't random. At least they were looking to produce something specific."

"Yeah," he agreed stiffly.

"What is it?" she asked, immediately picking up on his tension.

Nick's gut feeling, again, was to protect her, but he was also aware that she had a right to know everything since it was her fate as well as his.

"He told us too much," he whispered softly against the curve of her ear. "It means they are never going to let us go, Amara. They are never going to allow us to tell anyone what happened to us. They're going to kill us when they're done with us. Obviously we aren't the first generation of these Morphates. We're just the latest and the greatest. Once they develop a better batch..."

"We'll be obsolete."

"Yes," he sighed softly, squeezing her in comfort when she shuddered with fear and revulsion toward their captors.

"Nick. Nick, I'm afraid of how I feel. I watched you kill that man and I was so satisfied, so proud of you for it. I can manage that. I can understand what made me feel that way. But when that doctor was in here...I wanted to sink my teeth in his throat and rip it out. Half of me wanted to feast on his blood, the other just wanted to rip him to shreds. If he hadn't left just then, I would have. I haven't killed anyone..."

"I know, honey." He tried to soothe her softly.

"...since I was sixteen."