Fertile: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance Page 5

  I yanked the cover back to my chest, using my other hand to make certain my clothes were still intact. He’d been a gentleman while I was sleeping. The ridiculous thought bubbled laughter in my chest. I fought the insidious emotion, staring back at him defiantly.

  He’d been in the dream. It was crazy, just fucking crazy. Why would I fantasize about him in any manner other than the monster he was?

  He made no grandiose gestures other than to slide the food closer to the edge of the table, pointing down at the contents. Then he lifted what appeared to be a bottle of water into the dim lighting. I hadn’t seen bottled water in a solid two years. No doubt a conquest from a human camp. They were nothing more than thieves and marauders.

  But I was thirsty, parched to the point my tongue was slightly swollen, filling my mouth in a strangulating manner. I threw back the covers, easing my feet to the floor. The first attempt at moving to a standing position was met with me stumbling, almost crashing into the small table positioned beside the bed.

  The barbarian jerked to his feet, a guttural sound floating across the room. I threw out my hand, shaking my head defiantly. I certainly didn’t need his fucking help. But you do need his food. You must eat. My thoughts drifted, envisioning a pile of delicious fruit and meat so succulent that the tender strands fell apart in my mouth.

  I moved closer, trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. The plate was filled with sliced meat of some kind and what appeared to be cheese, along with fresh bread to sop up whatever gravy had been made. I reached for the water first, struggling to release the cap. I was weak, much more so than I’d realized I was.

  He gently but firmly took the bottle out of my hand, unscrewing the top. Even in the darkness, his eyes remained piercing. Out of some form of manners taught by my parents, I spoke words I’d sworn to myself that I’d never say to him.

  “Thank you.”

  A genuine look of surprise crossed his face followed by a single nod.

  The water was like sweet heaven, cool and wonderful as the liquid slid down my throat. I chugged a third, then half the bottle before he moved toward me, grabbing the bottle out of my hand.

  I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand even as dribbles continued to slide down my chin. The hunger swelling inside my belly took over. I was ravenous, grabbing at hunks of meat and tearing into them, struggling to fill my mouth faster.

  His deep sigh screamed of disapproval but instead of yanking the food out of my hand, he moved around me, dragging out the second chair. He pointed to the seat and when I refused to obey him, he planted my ass in the chair.

  Like a bad little girl.

  I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind as he headed back to his seat, easing down slowly. He pointed back to the food, lifting a single eyebrow. In other words, eat like a lady. I realized I’d lost all sense of myself years before, fighting for every scrap of food like a barbarian myself.

  One filthy savage.

  I adjusted the chair and began to eat slowly, taking my time to actually taste the food. Everything was absolutely delicious. By the time I was finished, a cloth had appeared. A napkin. The concept gave me pause, creeping into my brain in the same place as the medical books. Perhaps I was far too fascinated with the man.

  Mate.

  The word appeared in my mind, drawing me even closer. I remembered hearing the rules given to the omega girls. “You are required to mate. You will follow your instinct. You will not resist. If you do, you will be taken against your will and I assure you, they are absolute monsters.” I hadn’t known what the fuck the ugly lady was talking about.

  Until now.

  I’d seen huntsmen in the woods come within a few hundred yards, but never this forcibly close. They were the only male faction of humanity left who could breed one hundred percent of the time. All the dozens of tests involving the laborers had failed, ending the lives of the various subjects. I’d watched in horror as they were led away to their deaths in the prison I’d been thrown into.

  While I could tell there was a heightened level of intelligence in this one, he was still a brute in every manner. However, this side of him gave me pause, made me want to learn more about him.

  “Who are you?” I bothered to ask. “Do you have a name?”

  He gave no response.

  “You’re not capable of answering, are you? Or are you? I’m not certain I buy the mute syndrome. I know you can talk and I’m guessing you’re very intelligent, just cautious. I don’t blame you.”

  The alpha merely cocked his head. Wait, was there twinkling in his eyes? Was he amused? The glimmer was gone. I had to be out of my mind trying to communicate with him. They knew basic commands. That was it. Still, certain aspects of stories my father had told me filtered into my mind. He’d witnessed the beginning of creating the huntsmen, although his recollection had been scattered, eaten away by his intense depression.

  “Fuck you then.” I refused to look at him as I continued eating, trying not to swallow the bites without chewing. The food was incredible, the taste explosive in my mouth. For some reason, I was shocked at the concept. Barbarians could cook.

  “Where did you get the meat?”

  I realized the second I asked that I didn’t want the answer. They’d dragged the cat back with them and I’d seen a massive spit over a roaring fire. My stomach lurched and I took several deep breaths.

  As if exasperated, he rose to his feet, taking away what was left and placing the items to the side. Everything seemed... normal. I sat in the same place, absolutely thrown by the simple yet profound event. I had to be in la-la land. Barbarians didn’t require good manners. Did they?

  The brute pointed back toward the bed, expecting me to obey, indicating I should strip off my clothes. When I hesitated even for a second, he advanced, narrowing his eyes.

  “I can do it. I can. Okay?” I turned away from him, my fingers shaking as I fumbled to kick off my shoes and peel off the filthy clothing. He’d already fucked me, seeing everything, but I covered myself, shivering.

  I heard the rustle of clothes and held my breath until he walked around to face me in all his glory. Even in the dim lighting, I could make out his glorious features; the rippling of his six-pack, the tightness of his stomach, chiseled hips that fell to long and strong legs. He was muscular in beautiful absolution, every carved angle so damn sexy.

  My gaze fell to his cock and he caught me looking, hungering.

  Even my mouth was watering. I turned away, another quiver dancing down my legs.

  He sighed then moved around me to pat the bed.

  Another order to follow.

  The sad truth was that I did, still so tired, my entire body aching. I lay down, hoping he was going to leave me alone.

  But he had other things in mind.

  The light was turned off, plunging us into darkness. I heard a single whimper slipping past my mouth. Everything about this was surreal, leaving my skin covered in goosebumps. This wasn’t going to be my life. No fucking way.

  When he slid into the bed next to me, I tensed. He was going to take me again, ravage every portion of my body. I knew it. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle.

  He pulled me against him, his massive body folding over mine, his hard cock pressed between my legs. A long breath slipped past his lips as he nuzzled into my neck, dragging his rough tongue over my skin. His hand moved over my leg, cupping my breast.

  I was frozen, unable to think or even breathe. While the feel of his hard body cradled next to mine was stimulating, my mind continued to reel with the understanding this was nothing more than his requirement.

  To mate.

  Breed.

  He’d been preprogrammed like every fertile female who’d been captured, indoctrinated into the understanding that in order for the human race to survive, we were the one hope. I bit back an anguished cry as his actions became rougher, his fingers tweaking and twisting my already hardened nipple.

  I was wet, could feel my juice slidin
g past my pussy lips, soaking into the skin on my thighs. I couldn’t shake the shame or the building desire.

  His tongue continued lapping at my skin as he brushed his fingers down my stomach, sliding them between my legs. The first touch of a single finger on my clit forced a moan I couldn’t hold back. He growled his approval, undulating his hips against my bruised ass.

  I remained tense, every muscle aching from the position even as the desire raged within me, my breathing scattered and every cell pumping blood in a furious manner. I closed my eyes, trying to think of anything else but this brute having his way with me.

  It was no use.

  He fingered my clit, taking his time to swirl the tip in circle after circle. Then he nipped my neck, biting down with enough force I couldn’t stop the whimper or my body shuddering.

  Electric sensations rocketed through me, driving into my very core, white-hot heat bouncing off every inch of skin. I was thrown into a wave of longing, rocking my body until the friction from his cock was almost too much to bear.

  The brute issued savage growls as he rubbed my pussy, moving up and down, his fingers curling to slide inside.

  “Mmm...” The sound was so dark, dangerous.

  I could tell by the way his cock was throbbing that he wouldn’t wait for long.

  He lifted my leg, tapping it as a reminder to hold my position then pushed the tip of his cock inside, sliding past my pussy lips. They opened up for him, allowing him entrance. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

  He was so large, filling and stretching my muscles. Everything seemed to ache, a flash of pain turning almost instantly into the most incredible wave of bliss. Panting, I clawed at the bed material, squeezing my muscles in an involuntary manner.

  As he began to fuck me, driving in and out, every action becoming more aggressive, I held back my own cries. I refused to enjoy this. No way.

  But soon I fell into a lull as he powered his hips, thrusting harder and faster. He slid his arm under my leg, crushing his hand against my breast. The angle was incredible, instantly driving me to a frenzied state. Stars floated in front of my eyes as he rammed his cock brutally, his shaft swelling with each stroke.

  “Oh. Oh...” I could no longer hold back my moans of sheer ecstasy, floating in and out of nirvana. Within seconds, I was tossed into an impending climax, the dazzling vibrations rocketing me into another state of mind. I hadn’t realized I’d thrown my arm back, my fingers digging into his leg as he continued plunging.

  The sound of the cheap bed shifting, creaking in the darkness was somehow crazy and cathartic. He was so powerful, brutal yet I wanted everything that was happening, the hunger swelling.

  I was driven to the wildness, no longer anything but an animal, moving with him.

  Anguish tore through me as he tormented my nipple, pinching and pulling, sending me over the edge of sanity. The wave of another orgasm crashed into me and I nearly lost my mind.

  “Yes. Oh. God!”

  He roared his approval, the force of his actions almost pushing me off the bed. And still he kept going.

  Fucking.

  Taking.

  Owning.

  I thrashed on the bed, my entire body covered in goosebumps, every muscle sizzling from the electricity shared between us. We were as one, mating as intended.

  His breathing became harsh rasps, beads of sweat trickling down his face. I knew he was close to coming, filling me with his seed. Even though a small portion of me wanted to fight, to push him away, the larger portion wanted more.

  Was insatiable for more.

  Had to have more.

  His entire body tensed, his growling becoming elongated sounds of rapture and I squeezed one more time.

  I could feel him erupting inside of me, his seed finding my womb. I wiggled and moaned, barely cognizant of anything else.

  Then his cock began to swell, stretching my muscles even more until I opened my mouth in a silent scream. I could feel the bulge closing off the channel, knotting us together for an extended period of time.

  The alpha continued to shake, his guttural sounds filling the room. He finally eased my leg down, sliding his over mine.

  I was locked with him, going nowhere.

  He seemed satisfied, rubbing his hand down my arm before yawning.

  Afterwards, he placed his arm over me, cradling my back against his chest and within seconds, I heard his breathing shift.

  The brutal alpha with a gentle side had fallen asleep.

  And I was his prisoner.

  As I began to fall asleep, my mind wandered to the awful place I’d blocked out of my thoughts for so long. The facility. There were many words for the concrete structure with no windows, but everyone simply called it the facility.

  A place of horrors.

  A place of nightmares.

  “Next.” The hard chirping voice reverberated in the dingy hall, the call perfunctory. We shuffled along, all shackled together by long chains that rattled when we walked. There were at least fifty of us, maybe more. All naked.

  All fearful of the misery we’d be forced to endure.

  I shuddered in the alpha’s arms, the thoughts of what I’d undergone belittling. Horrifying. And the shit was still going on.

  There’d been no getting out, no way of escape. We’d been rounded up like cattle, brought in old gasoline-powered trucks, like lambs to the slaughter. Anyone who’d muttered a cry of pain or fear was beaten by one of the guards, masked men who hid behind their anonymity.

  As if that absolved them from their sins.

  Our clothes were stripped from us, much like our humanity, then we were forced into dirty showers and placed under scalding water.

  Cleansed of the evils.

  Or so we were told.

  One by one we were strapped to a table, our legs spread apart, examined by someone claiming to be a doctor. Then we were checked for the possibility of fertility. Every part of our bodies was fondled, our breasts squeezed in a brutally painful manner, bent over as our anal cavities were probed.

  And all the while male guards stood leering at us, no doubt hungering for what we had to offer. I closed my eyes, still able to see the ugliness.

  “Come here. Now.” His voice was like sandpaper being scratched across a blackboard. He grabbed my arm, yanking me toward the hard steel table.

  I resisted, suddenly feeling the slash of leather across my bottom. The pain was blinding, forcing me onto my tiptoes. Tears rushed to my eyes, but I fought them, refusing to show any fear. Another hard strike then the man yanked me to the table, tossing me on top. He pinned my arms over my head. I would never forget the clanging sound of the iron shackles being slammed shut.

  My feet were forced into stirrups, my ankles restrained then my legs opened wide.

  A harsh light was brought over me, forcing me to close my eyes. I’d never felt so open, so exposed to people who had no care about anyone. To them, I was merely a subject.

  I clenched my fists as the doctor approached, snapping latex gloves over his hands. There was no compassion in his eyes as he dragged a stool closer. I could see a table full of instruments, probes and clamps, metal rods, and what reminded me of electric stimulus wires. I bit back a cry the second his fingers touched my shorn pussy, probing almost instantly.

  “Tight. While she may not be a virgin, she’s had very few partners.” He shoved his fingers inside, wiggling and flexing them, taking his time to explore.

  The humiliation was biting, a burning anger forming in my belly that would remain for the rest of my life. One day, I would hunt down every motherfucker who’d done this, foregoing their humanity in search of a better way.

  A better life.

  But only for the privileged few.

  The doctor held up a speculum, grinning as he studied my eyes. “We’re going to make certain you’re wide open for all of us to see.”

  As he inserted the cold steel, I bit back a moan, fighting the strong urges within me. Snapping this fucker’s
neck would be my greatest joy.

  I shuddered and clenched the bedding, trying to push the ugly memories out of my mind. How could anyone do that to another human being? The thoughts refused to be flushed, visions rushing through my mind in an egregious manner. The pain so many of us had endured was more horrific than anyone could understand.

  Tossed in overcrowded cells, we were forced to wait for our turn. I knew of several girls who’d screamed out their defiance, never to be heard or seen again. They were weeding out the strong, the willing.

  And those who could produce children.

  Then came the room, the ugly nurse providing the painful shot, patted on the ass like good little girls before being shoved back into the cell.

  Some were tested right away, men who’d been turned into little more than beasts forced to fuck one omega after the other. I’d even been forced to watch, the crazed barbarians shoving their massive cocks into one girl then another, beaten if they could no longer manage an erection.

  Some were given a prime status, grade A beef in order to mate with certain leaders. But they had limited time in order to do so or be tossed back into prison.

  I knew the stories. I’d heard the horrors from my father. He’d fought against the treachery of people he’d once called his friends.

  For that, he’d been murdered.

  I’d been called out, saved by people who’d known my father. That’s what I’d long suspected. I’d been given a better cage, more rations but I’d also been paraded in front of a two-way window on several occasions, waiting for the right buyer.

  Slave trading.

  I’d known a buyer had been found on the day I’d been taken to be bathed and groomed. That had been the day I’d escaped, overpowering a guard and leaving the poor damned girls to fend for themselves. I would never forget their haunted faces, the way they grabbed for me as I was pulled away.