Fertile: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance

by Piper Stone

  Just as I was on the brink of a raw and powerful orgasm, he yanked his fingers away, still grumbling, still growling. When I realized his fingers had been replaced with the tip of his cock, I bristled, opening my mouth and experiencing a silent scream.

  The barbarian wasn’t gentle as he thrust the entire length of his huge cock all the way inside. My pussy muscles ached instantly, constricting around the invasion like a tight vise. “Fuck. Fuck...”

  He shuddered behind me, his massive body shaking as he dug his fingers into my hips. He let go of my hair, planting his hands on either side of my shoulders, taking even more control as he plunged in a savage manner. The force continued to build, pushing my face dangerously close to the muddy surface. All I could think about was two animals mating, wallowing in filth and dirt, their hunger far too intense to stop for any reason.

  The pleasure was incredible, dragging me kicking and screaming into a pivotal moment of rapture. Stars floated in front of my eyes, my mind unable to wrap around what was happening.

  Fucking.

  Raw.

  Animalistic.

  Electrifying.

  His beastlike sounds intensified until he was howling at the sky, thrusting harder and faster, the slapping sound of our skin pressing together like some crazy piece of music.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh.” My own husky sounds reeked of submission.

  I could swear the earth rumbled as he pounded into me.

  Then he pulled out, easing his big, thick cock past my bruised ass, pressing into my dark hole.

  Oh. My. God.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening.

  But he wanted every inch of me.

  As he pushed his shaft into my puckered hole, I froze. Pain tore through me as he spread me wide open, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Then a dazzling series of sensations shifted along the insides of my legs, pooling between them before rocketing up along my arms. I was shocked at how full I felt, how my muscles strained to accept the brutal penetration.

  Sucking him in.

  My body hungered for more, longing to be filled and fucked. I fell into a lull as he fucked me, slamming his cock in and out, tossing his head back and forth. Beads of sweat trickled down, landing on my back and with every drop, I blinked.

  I could sense his body tensing, heard the change in his breathing and I did the unthinkable.

  I squeezed.

  As he issued another keening roar, I knew what he’d done.

  He’d marked me as his.

  Chapter Three

  Alex

  “You’re an asshole,” I muttered, still shaking from what had just occurred. He’d fucked me. Hard.

  Brutally.

  Like the freaking Neanderthal he truly was.

  The brute issued two additional hard smacks against my bruised ass—a damn reminder not to badmouth him. The asshole had another think coming if he expected me to treat him with any amount of respect. “Jerk. Who the hell do you think you are?”

  I’d never felt so unclean, but the filth had more to do with my mind, the yearning to see his naked body. I’d been with one man, a quick round of heated sex that had seemed passionate at the time, but far too dangerous to risk doing again. This had been something else entirely.

  I knew little of the huntsmen’s culture, other than their primal need for mating. There were nasty, disgusting rumors about knotting, their cocks swelling to almost twice their original size, remaining hard for hours at a time. I couldn’t fathom the horror, being locked like wild beasts to a creature I couldn’t stand.

  Just like a dog.

  Oh, God. Oh, God.

  I was still sick to my stomach, my entire body shaking from the experience.

  If he thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with him, he would die in his sleep. I realized they were indeed like a pack, the barbarian their leader. Perhaps his actions had been meant as a protection in some crazy manner, a ‘hands off’ sign by the stench of his scent covering me.

  The true alpha male.

  I shivered when air floated across my naked backside, another reminder of the punishment I’d received. “Let go of me!”

  As if to add insult to injury, he slipped his fingers back into my pussy, pumping several times. My body’s reaction was instantaneous. Fully aroused. I hated this man. I would rip out his eyeballs and serve them up to any creature along the way. Panting, I clawed the earth, realizing my body was rocking against the probing, matching every hard thrust.

  When he removed his fingers, I heard a disgusting sound and twisted my head, watching as he slowly savored the juice on his fingers, sucking and licking as if enjoying a fabulous meal.

  “You sick fuck,” I whispered.

  The others laughed again, howling their approval.

  After planting me into a standing position and turning me to face him, he glowered, lifting a single admonishing eyebrow. His eyes continued to be mesmerizing, so intense. The same feeling that I’d known him from somewhere in my life crept in, gnawing at my gut. He studied me intently, taking several deep breaths.

  The scent of our sex floated between us, a reminder of the damning action that had just been performed.

  I was able to smack him across the face before he had a chance to react. His response was a deep baritone growl, his lip curling as he grabbed my hand.

  “You will never touch me again and if you try, I’ll cut out your eyes. So help me God I will.” My second exclamation was met with a second laugh from the others. The fuckers certainly understood English well enough. I took a step back, continuing my rebellious streak. Then I dared to look down at the alpha in all his naked glory. My throat suddenly closed, I had to take small breaths from my nose. The sharpness of his carved muscles continued, the deep ‘V’ of his hips moving to sturdy and thick thighs, sculpted like a god.

  He was covered in various tattoos, dragons and crude markings, even Roman lettering. Every inch of ink added to his dangerous aura.

  His hold on me continued, his fingers digging into mine. I was unable to think clearly as electricity bounced off every cell. When he finally dropped my hand, I pressed my fingers across my lip, the effect so significant. He kept his stern glare as he raked his hands through his hair, his chest heaving but the man wasn’t exhausted, simply showing off.

  I dropped my gaze, admiring the glistening covering his still hard cock. No man should be that well-endowed. I caught myself licking my lips and admonished the wretched thought. I knew all about the ill effects of the serum, the increasing need after mating. I would fight my urges with everything I had.

  One of the others approached, moving so his back faced me. I could swear I heard them talking. The second I took an awkward step closer, forgetting my state of undress, the barbarian snapped his head in my direction. His lips were pinched as he lowered his eyes to my pants, as if indicating I could get dressed. I did so quickly, trying to lean in so I could ascertain any tidbits of information.

  The ruddy-haired brute was animated with his hands, but I could glean nothing other than basic baritone sounds.

  But the barbarian leader was suddenly very stoic. He yanked his pants into position then stormed toward his horse, pulling a sword from a long pouch. The steel blade glistened in the stream of sunlight, a weapon meant for a true gladiator. My father had told me that so many of the weapons used had been destroyed, guns of every type. The government had ceremoniously rounded them up prior to the start of the Great War. And like sheep, humanity allowed their protections to be taken, stripped away from them much like their freedom would be only months later.

  The camp had two guns, but almost no ammunition left. Weapons were crudely made, knives and blunt objects. The magnificent sword was a product of true skill and craftsmanship. There was much more to the huntsmen than anyone realized.

  I stood in fascination as he motioned to the others. He was telling them to grab their weapons, which they did instantly.

  Maybe someone had come to find me.


  Yes. Yes! I could be saved.

  As he marched in my direction, his eyes scanned the horizon. A cold chill shifted down my spine seeing his eyes changing color, filling with anger and... fear. There was something terribly wrong.

  The brute gripped my chin, leaning down and refusing to blink. He nodded once. “Stay.”

  The single word reverberated throughout every red-blooded cell in my body, sending a shower of quivers dancing through every muscle. I nodded in return. This was no time for disobedience or defiance, not until I knew who or what was lurking deep within the woods. With that he turned, taking long strides toward the forest.

  The man could talk.

  Oh, God. Oh, fucking God.

  Somehow, I realized he’d heard and absorbed every word I said. They all had. The intelligence in their eyes was telling. I moved toward his steed, surprised the horse didn’t try to follow his master. He snorted as I rubbed the area between his eyes. Whatever they were afraid of was close.

  I listened intently, gathering various sounds. Birds. Crickets. There was something else. The howl was unearthly, certainly not human. Swallowing hard, I patted the horse before inching away, careful not to make any sounds. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, the presence off to my left. The man had taken my only way of protecting myself. The bastard. I swung around in a full circle, moving from horse to horse and searching for any other weapon.

  They’d taken everything.

  The horses were spooked, shifting and turning, backing away as limbs began to crunch, the snap of a branch. Whatever being was in the forest was heading in this direction. Were they actually using the beautiful horses as bait?

  A cold chill slithered into every blood cell. No, I was the bait. The horses the sound that would tell the huntsmen when to turn back.

  I stood my ground, controlling my breathing until the air seemed to stand still. I felt a whoosh of wind just seconds before the low rumble of a growl.

  The creature charged in my direction, a blur of black fur and golden eyes. I was frozen, watching in slow motion as the huge black beast leapt toward me, his mouth opening to produce a hideous set of sharp canines.

  Another whooshing sound, a sharp cry of anguish and the beast dropped to the ground. The barbarian moved out of the forest, taking long strides, his expression one of rage. He stood over the creature, twisting the sword then yanking it out. I watched in near fascination as blood slid down the blade, dripping onto the ground.

  The huntsman had saved my life.

  He threw a look in my direction before wiping the blood on his pants. Bending down, he pressed two fingers against the creature’s neck, obviously checking for a pulse. Then he did something that would forever surprise me. He rubbed his hand down the creature’s back and I could swear he was whispering words, as if sending him to his eternal rest in a proper manner. Almost everything about this man was fascinating.

  I inched closer, ready to place my hand on his shoulder, as if he were actually a friend. I recoiled when I heard a series of sounds.

  The other barbarians appeared from the trees, circling the creature. I’d heard of such beasts in the forest, a variation of mountain lion and panther, their genetic DNA altered from the war. One of the other barbarians grabbed the giant cat by the scruff of its neck, dragging him toward his horse.

  But not before I gathered a glimpse of the cat’s golden eyes, ones full of fear.

  I was finally able to breathe, even though my throat remained tight. The brute lumbered toward me, his chest rising and falling as his eyes trailed down my body to the ground and back up. He lifted my head, tilting it back and forth before taking a deep breath. Satisfied, he jerked me into his arms, tossing me over his shoulder.

  He took giant strides toward his horse, thrusting the sword into the pouch then swinging his leg over the horse’s back and climbing on without a hitch. The second I was pulled over the steed, draped like a sack, I knew the little world that had kept me safe for all these years was a thing of the past.

  I belonged to him.

  For now.

  At that very moment, I made a promise to myself, one that would never be broken. One day, I would retaliate.

  And the fucker would learn the meaning of the word revenge.

  As the exhaustion rippled through every muscle, I lost all sense of time. The blood rushing to my brain certainly didn’t help in allowing my consciousness to gather any data that might prove to be useful. I had no idea where the beasts were taking me. The thudding sound of the horses’ hooves beating against the earth had a rippling effect, lulling me into a dull sense of abandonment. No one in the camp knew where I’d gone.

  No one was coming to save me.

  What scattering of males had followed my group, those of us who’d escaped one of the most formidable prison camps, were few in number. Almost two hundred women comprised the bulk of the compound, but merely a handful fertile. Now, so many were growing sick from undernourishment as well as an unknown disease.

  There was no one with the strength to rally around my escape.

  I was on my own.

  I did everything I could to watch the passage they were taking, one that was moving west of the city. That much I knew. They were also staying close to the river. I would escape their clutches, no matter what I had to do.

  I knew I’d drifted off to sleep several times, waking up as the light in the sky began to dip just below the horizon. The terrain was severe, no doubt hindering the passage, but given the huntsmen were on horseback, they seemed to have no issue. A few seconds later, I could tell the brigade was slowing, perhaps reaching some destination. There were few sounds, no calls of greeting as the horses began to walk, now moving in a straight line.

  I lifted my head, blinking several times until I understood what I was seeing. A thriving compound of some kind. There seemed to be people everywhere, from what I could see almost all of them men dressed in various states of attire, but all barbaric in nature. A few saluted the huntsman who’d been my disciplinarian as he led the others into the campsite. It became obvious that he was the man in charge.

  Alpha.

  The word seemed to linger in my mind, whispered as if a name of a god.

  And they hunted for omegas.

  I stiffened the second the brute eased the steed to a stop, pulling me down with him as he dropped from the horse’s back. He moved in front of me, yanking my head by the hair and forcing me to look into his eyes.

  I gave him a hard glare, defiant in every manner. If the bastard thought this was going to be easy, he was dead wrong. “Where the hell are we? Where have you taken me?”

  A few of the others seemed to inch closer, as if curious what the pitiful girl was going to do.

  The dark-haired huntsman smirked as he yanked me closer, taking several deep breaths. As he crushed his mouth over mine, he slid his other hand down my spine, cupping my buttocks and dragging me onto my toes.

  I resisted, shoving my fists against him in a desperate attempt to get away, but as before, his hold was too strong. I was too weak. He held me tightly, his fingers digging into my scalp as he maneuvered his tongue past my tightly pursed lips. The taste of him was unlike anything I’d imagined, sweet and sultry, a hint of something that reminded me of liquor of some kind.

  He ground his hips against my tummy, making certain I was well aware of his condition, his rock-hard cock throbbing as it had before. He dominated my tongue, taking full control over me as the kiss continued. A wave of heat rushed between my legs, pussy juices trickling past my already swollen folds, no doubt soaking my pants.

  The fight was knocked out of me, my breath stolen and I became lost in the heated passion. Clinging to him, I could no longer feel my feet, but I certainly sensed the extreme combustion of his body, the electricity soaring between us. Every nerve was on fire, ignited from the intensity of his actions.

  But there was bitterness in my mind, hatred and rage, even self-loathing that a single part of me was reacting to th
is nasty, filthy, dirty savage. Maybe this was my only way out. As quickly as his demands had begun, he pulled away, raking his gaze down the length of me. He nodded to one of his other men and immediately I was grabbed by the arm, dragged away from the leader.

  He watched as I was pulled further into the compound, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a powerful expression on his face, one of leadership and something else.

  Sadness.

  Remorse.

  As well as raging desire.

  His display had been nothing more than a sign for every member of this wretched place. Don’t touch. Don’t fuck with what belonged to him.

  “Let me go. I’m not your fucking prisoner.” The second man was just as large, his strawberry blond hair and ruddy complexion a direct contrast to his light blue eyes. His rough and tumble appearance was fueled by the pelt of fur covering his broad shoulders. He was a man not to be fucked with.

  Just like the others.

  He led me into what was little more than a glorified camping tent, although the sides had been reinforced, the interior less sparse than I would have imagined. He pointed toward one of the few pieces of furniture, an oversized table that held what appeared to be some sort of a makeshift refrigerator, the humming sound very unusual. Not quite as primitive as we were all led to believe by the government.

  He moved toward the table, turning on a single lantern then nodded toward a basic cot covered in blankets. A warm glow filtered into the space, highlighting the meager contents. As he walked back toward the entrance, he darted several appreciative glances in my direction, each one more carnal in nature than the one before.

  Hunger.

  How long had it been since they’d been with a woman? I dreaded finding out, knowing I could be ravaged by every one of them if the alpha deemed it necessary. What he would soon learn is that I was no omega, no matter the drug infesting my system. Nor was I going to entertain the thought of fucking more than one man.