Se connecterLucas Dreymore's POV
"Never have I ever kissed a boy,"
I arched a brow at my step-sister—Nita. "Seriously? You're nineteen, and you haven't kissed anyone?"
She blushed and nodded, her tits bouncing under her faded one-direction t-shirt. Damn, I clamped my teeth over my bottom lip, watching her take a swig of beer and pass the bottle to me.
I took a long gulp, aware of her blue eyes watching me with rapt attention. The first time I met Nita was when our parents got married six months ago. Dad had insisted I introduce myself to my step-sister.
I can still remember the sight when I walked into Nita's room. My dick hardened every single time at the memory. She was on her knees, trying to fish out something from beneath her bed. Her perfect ass, barely covered in a flashy pink thong, gleamed at me, and I had seen the nice outline of her
Divon’s mouth dropped and moved hungrily from one breast to the other, sucking and licking at the supple mound.He groaned as every taste lit fire through his blood. His hands kneaded Carla’s soft flesh, pushing them together, burying his face between them like a man worshipping them.Carla’s breath caught. “Divon… oh god…”Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer. She had never been touched like this. He was practically feasting on her tits.Divon groaned against her nipple. “On my world… there is nothing like this.” He licked her again. “Soft… warm… perfect. I could drown in them.”Carla moaned, thighs rubbing together, arousal slicking her core. “I would rather you don't, I need you to fuck me, you see.”
Divon wasn’t supposed to notice her.Humans were background noise. They were disposable, fragile and terribly ordinary.But Carla was different. She was a bubbly human female who had baked him cookies when he just moved in and offered to clean his house but he had thrown her out because she annoyed him.He lived across the hall, his room beside hers in their condo. He was a predator among sheep. His orders were clear. He was to remain unnoticed, gather intelligence and prepare for dominating the planet to the glory of Golgar, his home planet.That was what his body was built for. War and Domination. His muscles were defined and he stood at a whopping seven feet of pure utter male figure. He was a disciplined man too, he prided himself as the most disciplined in his team but all that was until the first night he heard her.At first
Tessa had told herself she wouldn’t come.Tonight was their usual neighbourhood dinner and it would be held at Noah's house. She had rehearsed excuses in the mirror, even pretended to cough into the phone, anything to avoid sitting at the same table with Noah and his wife, with her husband beside her and their kids laughing during dinner.But she came anyway partly because no one bought her excuse and mostly because she couldn’t resist him. Noah had demanded that she come.Their families sat together like nothing was wrong, like she hadn’t been split open against his fridge just days ago. It didn't help that she had sat beside Noah too. His wife, Janice, sat beside him while Steve sat beside her.Tessa forced a smile as she passed the mashed potatoes, but she flushed because Noah was always staring at her. His eyes were fixed on her and she wondered why no one el
The first time it happened, it wasn’t supposed to.Tessa had only walked next door to borrow some sugar. That was it. It was a simple, harmless errand. She wasn’t even wearing anything special, just her tank top, without a bra, and a pair of cotton shorts.But when Noah opened the door, her neighbor’s husband, all broad-shouldered, shirtless, with sweat glistening on his chest from mowing the lawn, Tessa knew damn well she wasn’t leaving without making trouble.“Sugar?” she asked, playing dumb, biting her lip just a little too hard.Noah grunted. His gaze dropped to her tits before flicking back to her face. “Yeah. Come in.”Inside, the house was quiet. His wife was at work, and his kids were at school. It was just him and Tessa was so close to slobbering all over him.She leaned agains
X-9 stepped back slightly, just enough to pull at her lab coat. It slipped open, revealing her bra beneath. His eyes darkened, pupils expanding with desire. “Your scent… it drives me mad.”She should have fought about more. But Hattie found her hands tracing over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin pulse with each breath. She shivered, heat pooling between her thighs.“I… can’t… control,” she whimpered.“Same,” He grinned, backing her towards a counter nearby. In a flash, he crashed everything on it, the beakers, the test tubes and all to the ground.His fingers traced the edge of her bra, sliding over her skin until her nipples hardened under his touch.Hattie moaned low, hips pressing forward without thinking, aching for more contact,more of his touch.
The alarms blared. Red light swept across the lab, painting the glass walls in flashes.Dr. Hattie Quinn's hands shook as she typed into the terminal. “No, no, no, containment was secure.” Her throat felt tight. “It was secure.”A shadow moved beyond the glass in a predatory movement. Then he stepped into view.Subject X-9.He shouldn’t have looked so… human. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with silver veins glowing faintly under his skin. His eyes were wrong though, they were a burning gold and were locked on her as if she were prey.“Hattie.” His voice was rough, broken, like he hadn’t used it before, because he had. He was her creation, her experiment for genetically enhanced soldiers but she hadn't expected that he could break out! He wasn't even supposed to be awake. “You.”







