Chapter 6
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Scar drew in a shuddering breath as he stared at the beauty before him. Now that he'd tasted her, experienced her, he knew he'd never be able get enough. The taste of her made his senses soar. He leaned forward to brush her full lips with a kiss, and she let him, moaning into his mouth as he continued to stroke the slick petals of her sex. He nipped at that luscious lower lip, drawing a gasp from her.
He was hard as stone, hotter than the suns for this female, his chosen mate. She was magnificent. He loved her deep brown skin, the wild curls of her long hair. Her dark eyes were luminous and full of challenge. A far cry from the broken creature they'd pulled out of the twisted heap of metal that had fallen from the sky.
Four females alive, young, and healthy. It solved all their problems. They'd roamed extensively over the land, but had been unsuccessful in finding any other creatures like themselves. Their existence had seemed so bleak. The five of them in his group had seemed destined for extinction.
Not any more.
Each of the women had been claimed, bitten on instinct so they'd become as Scar and his men were. Of course there were five of them, but two of his pack mates were sharing the female with the pale hair so it was all working out nicely. They could produce offspring and their kind would survive.
More than that was the promise of sex, pleasure. How long had it been since...?
Scar shook his head, trying to clear it. He remembered sex and how much he'd enjoyed it. Where and when he'd had it before was a hole in his mind, a question he couldn't answer.
Scar's breath hissed out through his teeth when he felt Camilla reach beneath his loincloth for his cock, wrapping her fingers around him as he fought the urge to change. He growled out his need to possess this woman, to mark her as his. His blood boiled in his veins and his cock throbbed as her hand began to slide up and down his shaft.
When her other hand reached beneath him to massage his balls, he knew he wasn't going to last with her touching him that way. She certainly knew what she was doing. The speed of her strokes were just what he liked and she found all the pressure that made him insane with lust. Camilla was so easily destroying him.
Clutching her hands and pulling them around his neck, he pushed her back against the wide trunk of the tree, pinning her against it with his body. He couldn't wait any longer and pushed her thighs wide with his own. Positioning his cock at the warm, wet entrance of her sweet pussy, Scar groaned at the hot juices coating the head as he slid into her heat. Camilla bucked against him, her sheath squeezing him as he slowly worked his cock into her.
She was so aroused and desperate to fuck. Scar wanted nothing more than to make this last as long as he could, but as he slid even further into her tight pussy, he knew it wouldn't be easy. Her body closed around him like a fist, threatening to break his fragile control.
Growling, he sank his hands into her hair and began moving against her, loving the way she wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles at the small of his back. She frantically tried to pull him back into her each time he withdrew.
"Scar!" Her hands clawed at his hair, scraping down his back. The pain only pushed his own excitement higher. "Damn, that's good!"
She seemed to instinctively know exactly what he liked as she ground her hips against his at each thrust. He liked to fuck hard and play rough. Camilla was giving as much as she got and he pounded as hard as he dared inside her. He couldn't wait to take her from behind, putting her on her hands and knees so he could sink his teeth into her skin, mark her his in an intimate way. He couldn't wait to do a lot of things with his dark beauty who was driving him insane.
Focusing on the way her cunt squeezed around him, he noticed how she cried out or gasped in pleasure when he stroked the right spot within her. Her nails carved trails into his back to urge him on and he thrust harder, faster to give her what she wanted.
"Yeah, that's it! Like that!"
Grabbing her buttocks, he pulled her so tightly against him that he was able to grind against her clit. Camilla screamed his name, her thighs tightening about his hips and her head thrown back. He loved the way the dark curls of her glittered in the dying sunlight and the way her beautiful eyes were glazed with desire for him.
Sliding his fingers into the cleft of her ass, Scar coated his finger with cream from her pussy and slid the tip into the tight ring of her ass. Camilla went wild around him, her anus closing around his finger as he pushed in a little deeper. The walls of her pussy began to quiver around him. Scar knew she was coming and began to thrust faster, anxious to watch her reach her climax.
Camilla's entire being went taut, her screams filling the air until the lovers on the other side of the river paused to look in their direction. Scar smiled, letting her ride it out. He enjoyed watching her beautiful face, transformed by the exquisite ecstasy.
He waited patiently for her tremors to subside, continuing to stroke himself within her body. His finger worked to stretch her ass a little more, wanting her to become accustomed to it for the other things he wanted to do. Scar pleasured her until she was ready to go over the edge again, marveling at how passionate he was.
His saving her after the crash had been a simple act of compassion. He had no idea that she'd be this beautiful, this thrilling...
The color rose again in her face, her body tightening. He knew she was about to let go and he allowed himself to come with her. Pushing his finger to the hilt in her ass, Scar exploded within her, shooting his cum into her body with a little less restraint than he'd been using. She screamed and held onto him, her hips pumping wildly against his until they were both sated.
They both struggled for breath, trembling together as they leaned against the tree. Camilla's body felt so good, snuggling against his side. He loved her softness pressing against him. And she was soft despite her muscular frame and her undeniable pride. Scar absolutely loved her spirit. She was the perfect mate for a leader because she was such a strong leader herself.
The smell of sex, the smell of her, floated on the air around him and for the first time in forever, he felt peaceful and worry free. His thoughts didn't have to be so clouded with plans for survival. He found now he could think about infinitely more exciting things. Having her full lips wrap around his cock was the first thing that came to mind. Fucking that beautiful ass followed on the heels of that.
"They saw us, huh?"
Scar had to laugh at that.
"They did."
"I guess it won't be the last time."
Scar's heart tightened in his chest. A woman who thought just like he did.
Life was good.
Chapter 7
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Scar had gathered the others who were with him and, interestingly, all five of them were male. He gave Camilla and her crew the use of his hut to meet and she was glad for it. She was pretty damned exhausted now and they had a lot to talk about.
Georgia sat next to her dressed as Adrienne and Tea were in crude garments made from animal pelts that covered their breasts and lower bodies. Camilla had done a double take when she'd first spotted Georgia. The technician always wore her dark hair up, pulled severely back from her face. To see her hair hanging loose in shiny waves was something, and she sure wasn't used to seeing her so relaxed and at ease.
Tea still looked flushed from her exertions. Camilla couldn't say anything to that. Her insides were still quivering from what she and Scar were doing while they watched. Damn, he was quickly becoming addictive. His companions apparently had the same effect on her crew members.
Part of her insisted that she find a way to get them out of here fast.
Another part of her was already considering what things would be like if they stayed.
Get a hold of yourself, Commander. Something was going on with this planet that was having an impact on all of them. She had to break through it, to be logical.
"Now that we've established that everyone is okay," Camilla began, "has
anyone been mistreated in any way?"
The other three women shook their heads and nothing in their reactions seemed questionable.
"We're not their captives," Adrienne told her. "They do want us for their mates it would seem."
That didn't surprise Camilla one bit. But what Scar and company wanted and what she and her crew needed to do were two different things.
"Okay, we need to figure out a way to return home. Has anyone made it to the shuttle? Assessed the damage? Did you find Jack 3?"
Tea nodded and Georgia glanced at her nervously.
"The android is destroyed," Tea explained. "I get the impression that they...did what they did...because he wasn't a natural life form."
Camilla didn't need to know how badly that went. They all liked Jack 3, but she'd seen that sort of violence against artificial life before. Lila was gone, too, and they couldn't bring either of them back. They had to move forward now. The time for grieving would have come later.
"What about the shuttle? Any chance we could repair it?"
"Not without Jack 3," Georgia chimed in.
Shit. She'd been afraid of that.
"I guess it's too much to hope that there is any other technologically advanced life on this planet."
Tea shook her head. "There's no power at all to the shuttle. Without our equipment, we have no way of knowing."
Camilla nodded.
"Your ear is bleeding, captain."
Adrienne was pointing to her right ear and when Camilla raised a hand to it, sure enough a few drops of blood coated her lobe. It didn't hurt and there was no injury that she was aware of.
"Hold still." Georgia took an index finger and gently slid her finger just inside the shell of her ear, pulling at something. "Your translator chip."
Georgia held the tiny little square out to her in the palm of her hand.
"You don't seem surprised," Camilla pointed out.
"Mine came out yesterday."
"What the hell was it doing inside my ear?" The damn things were implanted behind the ear, not in it.
"It worked its way out the quickest way it could." Adrienne shrugged. "It's happened to all of us now."
"How will we be able to communicate with them then?"
The scientist exhaled loudly as if readying herself for what she was about to say.
"We've never needed them. Scar and the others are speaking English."
"The hell you say!" How could that be?
"I know it seems incredible, but it's true." Adrienne's hazel eyes locked with hers.
Well, that explained why she'd never felt it working. She'd thought it was because of her head injury.
"I managed to salvage some of my equipment from the shuttle. My DNA analyzer still works, but the battery pack will eventually run out and there is no way to recharge it."
"You've analyzed their blood then?"
Adrienne nodded.
"And the results were rather startling, Captain Raines. The analysis revealed that their origin is in the human race."
"Meaning what? That they somehow had human ancestors?"
Adrienne shook her head.
"None of these men are related in any biological way. But there is a similar trait in their DNA that suggests they aren't the descendants of the human race. They were once human themselves."
"Whoa!" Camilla's heart lurched at that. "They were once human?"
"Yes, and over a period of time they evolved into what they are. There's no need to panic. Their evolution seems to be complete."
"Well, sorry but that doesn't make me feel any fucking better, okay? I don't know about Georgia, but the rest of us, I'm pretty sure, have gotten it on with the natives here. What does that mean for our evolution?"
Pregnancy was a non-issue for her anyway. She'd gotten her last contraception injection right before the mission and it was to last five years. It was still unprotected sex with a not-completely-human life form...
"That's not as much of an issue as the fact that you were bitten."
Camilla stared hard at the scientist now. Scar said something about turning her...
"You need to analyze me now, right?"
"Probably not. We've all been bitten, Captain Raines."
"What does that mean exactly?"
Now the other two women were staring wide eyed at Adrienne, too, telling Camilla that whatever the scientist was about to say would be news to them, too.
"I've been analyzing myself over the last three days." The smaller woman swallowed hard. "There have been rapid changes in my DNA and it's following the same pattern as theirs. I'd have to have access to more sophisticated equipment to prove it, but my guess is that we will slowly become what they are."
Camilla shook her head, not understanding.
"You said they evolved into what they are. Doesn't evolution take like millions of years?"
"Back on Earth, evolution can take a substantial amount of time, yes. This isn't Earth, though it seems to resemble it as it once was."
Her mind scrambled at the situation they found themselves in.
"Well, this is a fine mess. We have a crashed shuttle and we can't repair it because they took out our android. We lost Lila. We're stuck cooling our heels here until we can find some other way to return to Earth."
"Camilla."
The use of her first name as opposed to her title got her attention. The scientist placed her hand on Camilla's as well.
"We can't return to Earth. Think about it. Even if we were able to repair the craft or find some other mode of transportation, how could we return as we are? The medical scanners would pick up the changes in our bodies immediately. They're quite sophisticated. And you remember what happened to the team that came back from the mission last year. Would you want that fate?"
"Shit no." Damn it, she hadn't thought about that. A team had returned last year from a mission to a newly discovered system and they'd come back infected with some foreign virus. While the world had been officially told that the team would receive the best possible care, it was widely rumored that they had simply been disposed of. Camilla had always believed that's what had happened to them. The administration wouldn't take the chance of a widespread outbreak of any kind.
"For us it could be worse. We're not ill, only altered."
That got Camilla's attention.
"What's worse than being killed?"
"Being an experiment."
It was a good point.
"And if what we passed through was indeed a black hole, there is no escape."
Even if they could escape, there was no guarantee they'd make it out in one piece. Camilla remembered how they came to be here. They were lucky to be alive as it was.
"So this is it?" The fact that this place with these crew members and Scar were the rest of her life slammed home in Camilla's mind.
Adrienne nodded. Georgia's chuckle was low.
"It's not so bad," Tea offered, a wide grin on her face.
"Yeah, I saw."
The other woman's face flushed to deep red and Camilla had to smile at that.
"It's not all bad." Camilla had to admit that. She wasn't alone. She had these women to remind her that she wasn't crazy and that she had come from somewhere else. If this was truly their fate, they could help each other through what was bound to be one hell of a transition. The world she knew was technologically advanced, so different from this simple place.
And Scar...
Well, he was something. No one else in her thirty-one years had ever been able to evoke the raw sexuality in her that he had in just one day. She could definitely handle that every day. And no one could deny he was easy on the eye when he was in his human form.
In his other form...
"So if we're becoming what they are," Camilla offered, "does that mean we're going to wolf-out, too, at some point? Have you guys done it? What happens and--"
"I don't know," Adrienne said softly. "But we'll learn together. Right?"
Georgia an
d Tea nodded.
"I guess we have no choice," Camilla finally said.
"True. But that doesn't mean this has to be a bad experience."
Georgia nodded at the scientist's words.
"I know." Camilla had a lot to mull over. "I just need to square with it."
"Scar's a good leader and patient," Adrienne explained. "He hardly left you the entire time you were unconscious, Camilla. He'll give you the time you need."
Camilla's heart shifted in her chest at that.
"He told you that I was his mate, huh?"
Adrienne nodded.
Heading out of the tent so she could find a place to collect her thoughts, Camilla shook her head.
"Damn him." She still didn't belong to anyone.
That didn't keep her from was smiling as she said it.
Chapter 8
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"What are you doing all the way out here?"
Scar's shadow fell across Camilla where she sat at the water's edge.
"Just thinking," she told him.
A couple of weeks had passed and surprisingly her life had fallen into a comfortable routine. She'd half expected that she'd be going out of her mind at this point with no important mission to lead, no string of endless meetings and drills.
There was still a lot of work to be done, but of a more physical sort than even she was accustomed to. There was the hunting, the preparation of food, and a hundred other things to do every day to ensure their survival. They all pitched in, her crew and Scar's, working together.
Even Adrienne, who wasn't very big or strong physically, managed to contribute. She'd found some plants that grew fibers she thought could be harvested and woven into crude fabric. Camilla and the other two members of her crew liked that idea. Wearing the pelts of the animals they'd killed didn't sit well with any of them. Camilla still religiously washed and wore what was left of her uniform. It wouldn't last long.
Every night Camilla went to bed tired yet her mind was mostly clear. She liked that and slept better than she ever had before. Sharing Scar's hut was working out great for her, too. Her days and nights were filled with all the spontaneous, glorious sex she could ever want. While he was steadfast and consistent as the leader of their village, he was a mercurial lover. He could be completely dominating with Camilla, controlling her pleasure and when she came for hours on end. He could also be a generous and patient lover, open to even her most secret desires.
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