Feral: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

by Sara Fields

  He’d rescued me and brought me here instead. I didn’t know what to think.

  This dumbfounded me.

  “Axel?” I whispered, almost afraid to hear the sound of my own voice.

  “Stay away,” he said gruffly. Again, I heard the strain in his voice and wondered what it meant. His muscles seemed to tense even further as I moved closer and his breath echoed a bit more loudly. I stilled for a moment, before I continued moving closer to him.

  “Don’t. I won’t be able to stop myself,” he warned. “Stay over by the mattress.”

  “What do you mean?” I whispered.

  “Your scent, human. It’s potent and exceedingly clear that you’re ready for me to mount you. It makes me want to throw you on the ground and fuck you so hard that you would feel it for days. Even if you don’t want it, I’ll take you anyway. So. Stay. Where. You. Fucking. Are,” he growled, and I stopped moving, the power of his words weighing heavy on my shoulders. I leaned against a large boulder beside me, sitting down on the hard surface for a moment.

  “You saved me from him,” I breathed.

  “Saleos is unstable. He would have ripped you open within minutes of mounting you. He’s done it before and will do it again if given the chance,” he answered.

  My body pounded with heat. None of it by my own choosing.

  “You won’t kill me, right?” I asked carefully, my arms curling around my chest. For the first time in my life, I felt entirely uncertain of what to do. If I should run, stay where I was, or move closer to him. No matter what I chose, I felt like I was doomed.

  It had been a good long while since I’d been with a man and for some strange reason, my body was warming to him. It definitely wasn’t by choice. My mind was sending every single to me to run. Flight, definitely not fight. My body, on the other hand, had a very different idea and was extremely curious about what he threatened.

  What if he did kill me? What if he was as much of a monster as Saleos was? What if he was someone I should be even more afraid of?

  “No. I won’t kill you,” he sighed, his voice still full of as much strain as before.

  My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed, my mouth quickly becoming dry. I licked my lips, parted my thighs, and he froze. His nose twitched in my direction.

  Did I dare trust him?

  I was naked. I had no doubt that with his heightened senses he could smell the sweat on my skin and the arousal between my legs. There was nothing stopping my scent from the cool cave mountain air. Nothing except a few feet separating me and him.

  I pressed my legs back together nervously, feeling a trickle of moisture seep down my thighs. The glow of the fire cast shadows all around us, setting an almost vaguely romantic scene despite the danger I was in. I took a deep breath, tensing from the heat coming from my body. What the actual fuck?

  I flushed with embarrassment as my core throbbed with unwanted desire. I should be ashamed of myself. I’d never reacted to a male as strongly before. He hadn’t even touched me, hadn’t even kissed me or given me any indication he was even remotely interested and here I was shaking like a goddamn cat in heat.

  Axel’s shoulders rose and fell with constraint. He shook with it.

  I dropped my hands, brushing them over my breasts, and noticed the hardness of my nipples. My pussy tightened with need.

  It was like my body was calling to him, despite everything I’d seen tonight. The blood, the slaughter, the horror of it all and my own death close at hand. I should be more shaken, but I wasn’t. Instead, it was like my blood was humming for him. Wanting him to mount me and take me hard, just like the animal he was.

  I closed my eyes and took another unsteady breath.

  Fuck.

  What was I going to do? How was I going to get out of this?

  He turned toward me then, his red fiery eyes finding mine. Dark, possessive, and entirely seductive. I found it hard to breathe as we stared at each other.

  Finally, when we broke eye contact, I noticed the wounds on his chest once more.

  “You’re hurt,” I murmured. The injuries looked worse than before, more black blood smeared across his chest.

  “Stay away. I’ll heal on my own,” he answered tensely. His muscles rippled from the struggle to hold back. His entire body trembled with it.

  I took a step forward, wanting to help him. To cleanse his wounds and bandage him up in thanks for his rescuing me.

  I didn’t really think about the consequences. I should have heeded his warning.

  His controlled expression wavered. His nose sniffed at the air. His fists clenched at his sides. His skin slowly deepened in color, red like the setting sun. At once, he looked more beast than man. Every fiber of his body screamed danger to me.

  “Run, human. Run before it’s too late,” he snarled, his eyes wild.

  Chapter Two

  Cosima

  I took a step back. The alien before me had turned from controlled humanoid to feral beast in a matter of seconds. His eyes were dark. And I knew I was doomed.

  I turned to run, but he was so much faster than me. I never stood a chance.

  I didn’t even make it out of the cavern before he gripped me around the waist and slammed me down on my back on the mattress. He didn’t caress me slowly; his hold was hard, bruising, and entirely savage. He braced himself above me, staring down at my eyes for a split second before his lips fell to mine.

  This wasn’t about foreplay. He was going to take me, whether I wanted it or not.

  I shouldn’t have ignored his warnings. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer now.

  His kiss was brutal, his mouth demanding my submission to him. His tongue speared into my mouth and consumed me. He pulled back for a short moment, his eyes roving up and down my body, ravenous for more.

  I didn’t know how to react. I was scared. I didn’t want him, but then I did. My body screamed to fuck him, but my mind recoiled.

  “Please, don’t,” I begged.

  He didn’t speak or reply in return. Instead, his lips kissed me more savagely. Instinctually, I tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. He was on top of me, large, powerful, and about to fuck me and I couldn’t do anything about it.

  He nipped at my throat, his tongue curling against my skin salaciously and I breathed low, my flesh tingling with electricity at his touch.

  His mouth laved at my breast, his hands roving over me as his thumb brushed over my nipple. My back arched and I moaned softly, unable to help myself. My skin felt like it was on fire, the heat of his flesh pressing against mine.

  My core throbbed with reluctant excitement. My fingers and toes shook with anxiety.

  Would he kill me? Would he just fuck me and then let me go when he was satisfied? I didn’t know. I could bet he didn’t know either.

  My breath ripped in and out of my lungs, my rising panic and desire twisting into one.

  Fuck. I couldn’t get away. There would be no escape for me.

  He growled again, only this time the sound was much lower in his throat. Like a purr, it settled me just a little and I didn’t fight him. He did it again and my pussy clenched with need.

  My blood felt like it was about to boil out of my veins. His touch was like fire, moving across my skin and taking what he wanted, squeezing, pinching, and claiming every last inch as his. His movements were like that of a predator, about to ambush and take down his prey. There was something decidedly feral about his demeanor.

  And for some ungodly reason, I found it rather hot. I was getting turned on at the darkness in his eyes and the fact that I had lost complete control. No matter what I did now, he was in charge. He was much bigger than me, stronger, faster, and exceedingly more powerful. I didn’t stand a chance. His body towered over mine, consuming and utterly terrifying.

  His knee pressed down between my thighs, spreading me open before him. I tried to close them, but his thigh was thick and muscular and way stronger than I had anticipated. He wasn’t gentle. H
e wasn’t in control. He was a beast about to mate and I was the only one who could satiate him and that both terrified and excited me.

  I felt the hard club of his cock press against my thigh and my breath caught in my throat. I whimpered, but it sounded more like a moan. The closer it moved to my pussy, the more I wondered if I actually wanted it. Did I?

  I knew this was going to be an experience like I’d never felt before. I knew he was going to take me hard, that it was going to hurt, and that he was well past any reason or semblance of control. I knew that he was only acting off of instinct now. I should have been more scared, but my aroused desire coursing through my veins was numbing me to it.

  If I would survive this mating remained to be seen.

  The unknown of it was making my body throb even harder. I tensed, as his other knee spread my legs even wider. He paused for a second and his gaze perused my body. He ran his fingers over my stomach and then ventured down further, gliding along the wetness captured within my folds.

  He grinned with seductive power. I shivered with passion and fear.

  I should have known that this would be a possibility if I had moved toward him. I knew that I should have run and gotten out of that cave the first moment I could, but somewhere, deep inside, there was a part of me that wanted to see what would happen. Wanted to see if such a powerful beast could be tamed.

  I knew now that thought was foolish.

  My pussy was wet for him. I was turned on by an alien beast of a man, a genetic experiment of the government. The story of Echelon 67 had turned into so much more than I could have anticipated.

  My legs tensed around his waist and I whimpered with shame. He grinned with victory.

  “Don’t,” I begged, knowing that even still, I was lying to myself about what I really wanted. He didn’t listen and somewhere deep inside, I adored him for it.

  He purred again, and I moaned, my blood yearning for him.

  “Fuck, Axel,” I whispered.

  He leaned forward, his hard cock brushing against my mound. Instinctually, my hips arched toward him and I couldn’t stop it. He nudged against my clit with his shaft and I cried with need. Electric desire pulsed all throughout my body, begging for more with my every breath.

  Suddenly, he pushed my shoulders down and his hard cock slammed into my entrance. He wasn’t gentle or kind in his movements. He took me rough and hard, stretching my pussy with the massive size of his cock in a single monstrous movement that left me reeling. It hurt, and I cried out, but with the slickness of my own arousal, he was able to slide into me to the hilt. I whined with shame.

  He speared into my core, the head of his cock brushing against the limit of my depths and I moaned.

  His hips rocked back and forth as he thrust his cock in and out of me, the look of sheer animalistic delight on his face obvious. Slowly, his pace began to increase, and he really began to fuck me then.

  Rough. Hard. Slightly unhinged and with complete lack of control, his movements were steady, sure, and entirely instinctual.

  My arousal began to build. His cock filled my channel, his massive girth stretching me as I have never been stretched before. Every surge of his dick inside me hurt, but in a way that the pain was quickly morphing into intense desire. My clit throbbed with want. My entire body begged for it.

  He pulsed inside me.

  He held my hips and used them for leverage, my legs spread around his waist almost as if I was asking for more. It was then I noticed a small secondary cock-like structure emerging from between his legs. It curled around my skin, seeking and searching until it suctioned onto my clit.

  I jumped in fear.

  Within the tiny suction head, little cilia tickled at my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head at the decadent pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it before.

  Like little feathers, the tendrils brushed and teased my clit, forcing every semblance of whatever fight remained in my body far, far away. It remained steadfast on my needy bud, even as he fucked my pussy hard and I was helpless to the pleasure cascading within me.

  Helpless and entirely more willing than I was a few minutes ago.

  Even as I struggled against the fierce onslaught of pleasure, I felt an orgasm rising up within me. Unfettered and unable to hold it back, it surged forth like a tidal wave, taking me and my ecstasy on a rollercoaster of emotions that I was powerless to fight.

  Unsure if I should actually enjoy myself, I struggled with the rising need within me. My core throbbed and my skin heated to a feverish level.

  My first release crashed over me and I was utterly consumed by it. There was nothing other than my pleasure and the sheer bliss racing through my veins. His grip tightened on my skin, his cock fucked my channel, and the small suction part latched on even harder. I screamed, and I found myself pleading for more.

  I didn’t want it to stop and I was deeply ashamed of that, of the way my body was singing under his wild nature. My thighs were drenched with my arousal and he remained just as hard as before and there was a part of me that began to worry about that. How long was this going to last? He didn’t even seem close to being done.

  Hard. Fast. Visceral.

  Everything about his movements was savage.

  The tendrils caressing my clit never stopped and I keened with my need. My core pulsed and once again, I felt another orgasm building in the wake of the last.

  Uncontrolled. Unwanted. Uninhibited.

  Fuck. I was going to come again. I could literally count on one hand the number of men who had ever actually made me come, and there were absolutely zero who had made me orgasm more than once. Not even with my own fingers had I ever achieved such a feat, and this man was about to do it without even trying.

  Holy hell. My hips rocked back and forth, taking his cock deeper and deeper than I ever thought possible.

  My legs shook and squeezed around his waist and his grip tensed on my hips, digging into my skin. I knew he was going to leave a mark on me, but I didn’t care. I was desperate for my next release. My core was painfully tight, and it throbbed with need. The little cilia tickling at my clit left me no room to fight back. My release was coming, whether I liked it or not.

  I shook with pleasure and cried out as a second orgasm tore through me.

  Liquid fire rippled through my veins, white-hot and decadent passion that I had no power to fight. My pleasure was entirely his to control.

  Wet sounds of our fucking echoed around me and I moaned with shame, embarrassed by how much my body was reacting to being taken against my will. It was scary how much I was turned on by this and it was difficult for me to reconcile with it, even as his club-sized cock continued to fuck my pussy, hard and fast and without mercy.

  I shook with my desire.

  As my orgasm began to fade, he showed no signs of slowing down. My body was hot and more aroused than I had ever been, and he was the cause of it. My clit pulsed, the feathery tendrils becoming rougher, more demanding and I knew my ordeal wasn’t going to be over anytime soon.

  I shivered with anxiety, yet still, my wet pussy was clenching around his cock, milking him for more and almost begging him not to stop. It was like I was insatiable and so was he.

  A third orgasm followed and then another. Before I knew it, I could hardly tell one from the next and it just became a whirlwind of pleasure, desire, and ever-building need. I couldn’t even form words anymore and the sounds coming from my lips sounded like a cat in heat, unrestrained and visceral in nature. The sounds echoed off the walls of the caves and Axel responded in kind, with growls and purrs that set my body off like a siren.

  I couldn’t think, I could only feel.

  Decadent desire. Reluctant pleasure and the need for more. It was never enough. I only wanted more with every lasting second and the more I wanted, the more I begged for.

  I didn’t think he was ever going to stop.

  I began to grow delirious with my passion, so caught up in the throes of desire that I lost track of time,
space, and what he did to my body.

  After more orgasms than I could possibly count, he finally slowed, his fucking turned steady and calm, even a bit luxurious. My greedy cunt clamped around his cock, desperate for more of it.

  The suctioning head of the smaller cock was firmly attached to my clit. It felt like even though I’d come countless times, I still had energy and the desire to continue. I wondered if my body could handle even more of it. I didn’t think I was going to have a choice.

  His hands wandered up my belly and caressed my skin. I shook under his power and he pinched at my breasts.

  Fuck. This was so hot.

  My breasts rose and fell, my heartbeat pounding in my chest. I wondered if he could hear it too. Slowly, he pulled out of me and I moaned with disappointment.

  My pussy was sore, but still, I craved every last inch of his cock. I told myself I didn’t want any more of it, but I knew I was lying.

  His eyes smoldered and he grinned with a dark look. He paused for a long moment. I should have been scared. I paused, watching him, waiting for what was to come next.

  Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed me about the hips and flipped me onto my stomach and I yelped with surprise.

  His fingers drifted up and down the curves of my ass and I whimpered. He squeezed my cheeks, painfully hard, and the breath tore from my lungs. What the hell was he doing? No man had ever touched my ass like this before and I didn’t know what to do.

  Slowly, he gripped my ass and spread me, and I squealed with surprise.

  Shamefully, I moaned, unsure if I was excited or just embarrassed at the fact that he could see a part of me no one has ever gazed on before. To compound my shame, his thumb caressed over the top of my asshole and I squealed, doing my best to try to get away.

  This was wrong. It had to be.

  In response, he growled and smacked my ass, hard enough to really make it hurt.

  I stilled.

  I bit my lip, whining under my breath as he touched me in the place where he wasn’t supposed to touch.

  “Please. Don’t touch me there,” I begged.