Retreating to the corner of the building, he propped one shoulder against it and settled to wait. He’d been waiting for a few minutes when a likely looking prey appeared. Sizing him up, Raphael decided this one would be easier to take than most, not that he was particularly worried about it. He knew he was a good bit stronger than the strongest of human males, but he thought that it wouldn’t work the best in the world if he found it necessary to struggle with the man. It might draw unwanted attention.
This one was a full head shorter than him and as thin as a willow switch. Rafael was fairly certain there’d be no problem at all. As the man walked by him, he grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and hauled him into the alley.
“I have need of your … thing,” Raphael said, slamming his victim into the wall.
The male’s mouth worked, but no sound emerged. His eyes looked like they would pop from his head.
“I need your thing,” Raphael said more emphatically.
“Oh fuck,” the man finally said.
Raphael frowned. He knew that word. That word definitely lay in the range of his vocabulary, but there was no way in hell that he was going to fuck a male to get what he needed. “No fuck. Just give it to me.”
“What do you want?” the man whined.
“It’s sort of … square. And it has ID and ten bucks.”
The guy looked almost relieved. “God damned foreigners can’t even speak English and they’re robbing people….” He dragged something from his pocket and held it out.
Raphael released him and took it. “Thank you,” he said politely. “You can go now.”
He waited until he’d seen the man run away. When he was certain the man was gone, he went back up to the guard at the door.
The guard looked him over. “I told you you had to have an ID and ten bucks. What’s the matter? You deaf?”
Forcing a feral smile, Raphael handed him the object he had procured. The guard looked at him strangely. After a moment, he opened it up. Sure enough, it contained one of the square things. He took that out, looked it over, and then looked at Raphael.
“This says your name is Chris Smith. You’re twenty one years old, blonde haired, blue eyed, and you weigh one hundred and twenty five pounds … and you’re female.”
Raphael frowned. The man had spoken much faster than he could grasp the strange words. He could see, though, that the man was waiting for some sort of response. “Yes.”
The man stared at him for several moments and finally took a piece of paper out of the wallet and handed it back to him. “Next time, try rolling a man. Just a suggestion.”
Raphael was still thinking that over as he made his way into the building. It worried him to think he might have difficulty telling the male human from the female. He had been certain that the human he had captured had been a man. He’d never had that problem before, and he began to wonder if he really did want a female human if it was so difficult to tell them apart from the males.
He was distracted from his disturbing thoughts by the deafening rumble of thunder inside the building. It was also far darker inside than it was outside. Flickering lights added to the confusion. He stopped when he reached the main room, still debating with himself as he surveyed the sea of humans as to whether to proceed or to retreat until he had had time to study the humans a little more closely. There was hardly even room to move. He realized, however, as he glanced towards one particular spot in the room, that this was definitely the place.
There, men and women bumped and gyrated in some strangely erotic mating dance. Lust immediately surged through his blood, seeming almost to pound in time to the beat he could hear in the noise. He would find the woman here.
Threading his way between tables and chairs and people of all shapes, sizes, and colors, he stopped when he reached the mating floor, surveying the possibilities. Almost at once, his gaze was drawn to one particular female and a sensation like he’d been punched in the belly struck him. Her coloring and build reminded him painfully of the women he had known in his own world, but the similarity ended there. She was tall for a human female but she was not as tall as an Elumi women, and she was not muscular as the warrior women of Pearthen were. She looked as if she would be soft to the touch. Her hips curved outward, her waist deeply inward. When she turned, he saw the soft globes of her breasts bounced gently and swayed mesmerizingly with her movement. The way she moved set blood to pounding in his temples and his groin. He knew the moment his gaze met hers that fate had smiled upon him. This was the woman he wanted. This was the woman who would bear his child.
Coming later in 2012, watch for the second Project Nemesis book, tentatively titled JUNGLE FEVER, an erotic paranormal romance.
Yvonne Jackson was at the top of her field. As a hunter/tracker, she’d never failed to catch her quarry--outlaw or animal--once she’d set her mind to it. But with the IRS breathing down her back for taxes her scumball ex-husband had dumped on her, she was in over her head and desperate to avoid going to jail, without any hope of ever making a clean start for herself with a $300,000 tax bill hanging over her head. So when a government agent offered a way out of her predicament, she jumped at the chance.
The assignment was simple: locate and track a genetically altered pack of wildcats that had been intentionally released by internal saboteurs.
Yvonne had an elite team under her command, weapons, tranquilizers, the latest in computer and espionage technology … and a special pheromone--developed specifically by the government before the cats had escaped--that should draw the animals straight to her. They hadn’t had time to test it before, but with her skills, they were confident she would succeed in rounding up the beasts.
Piece of cake. What she didn’t realize going in, was that she wasn’t hunting animals, but something else. Something science should never have been able to create. Animals couldn’t hide their tracks like this. Animals couldn’t be this intelligent, this adaptive.
Animals don’t turn human when tranquilized.
And the pheromone, which should have been a godsend, which should have made her mission ridiculously simple, didn’t just draw them in. It drove them completely insane with lust … for her.
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