DEVOURED BY HIM: EXPERIMENT 03

Chapter Eight

Her eyes obediently stared into his. He studied her for several seconds before he spoke, "Speak,"

"I know this sounds crazy, but I...agreed to help them create another serum. Trust me; it's not like what you think. I have a plan and-" Stars, this was so complicated..."I know how to help you escape this place."

She breathed and dropped her forehead to his chest, afraid to see his reaction. She had been prepared for his anger, but she didn't understand the rush of warmth that suddenly enveloped her. It started in her chest and radiated through her extremities, filling her with a profound sense of belonging. "Okay"

Shocked, she lifted her head and stared into his dark gaze, "Okay?"

The colossal man nodded his head, "Okay."

Disbelief painted her face as she narrowed her eyes at him, "Okay."

"Okay" He lowered his head to brush a chaste kiss on her lips. "Do as you wish, little doctor."

He claimed her lips again. Her pulse sped at his words, but sadly it wasn't that easy. "A-Are you sure? But, I thou-"

He threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her hard and fast. Then, with his fingers still tangled in her hair, he walked backward until her back pressed firmly against the wall. Their lips crashed together in another searing kiss, and he released her locks. His hands trailed down her shoulders, along the curve of her torso, then over the swell of her hips. His longer fingers splayed across her backside, gripping her firmly and lifting her to the wall to accommodate their height difference. Without words, he urged her legs around his waist and sank into the cradle of his hips, rocking against her so that his erection pressed against her core with every shallow thrust. His hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, stroking, and fanning the embers of desire that burned in her belly. Over and over, his lips skimmed down the side of her throat, only to return for a blistering kiss that made her legs weak and her head spin.

She tightens her grip on his shoulder and pushes him harder. "W-Wait! We s-shouldn't do this...I-It's to- uhhmn!"

Lycus grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head like a strong chain. His sharp fang scraped against her bottom lip, the stinging heightening her pleasure as Lycus plunged his tongue between her panting lips to taste and explore. He was gentle yet demanding, taking what he wanted while giving her joy. Barbara could barely breathe, and each struggle to draw air into her lungs ended in a gasp that burned her throat. She wasn't some blushing b***h, but he had more experience than she did, as evidence of the way he strummed her body like a finely tuned instrument. Every touch burned hotter. Every kiss melted away the last remnants of her inhibitions. Every whispered word stroked the fire that burned within her.

"Tell me, little doctor." He whispered, then added with narrow eyes, "Who dares to touch mine?"

A surprised look appeared on Barbara's face as she blinked. The astonishment had worn off. Her face is covered with a jumble of emotions, shame, or shyness, likely at the top of the list. "H-How?" She gulps down a mouthful.

She was sure she had wiped her body for hours to clean away those disgusting scents. By now, the wild feral shouldn't smell it on her. But, the dangerous look in his eyes told her otherwise. Lycus's calcite eyes are hard upon her, so aware and intense. He resonates with power. Barbara struggled to concentrate, to hold back a part of her, but hopelessly she could only give in. "It's not like what you think-"

"Did you enjoy it?" His eyes twinkle with murder.

"No!" She shouted.

A shudder ran through her body. She feels disgusted and ashamed. Truth, she was more robust than that asshole, yet she couldn't avoid his touch. The pain in her neck prevents her from breaking his neck. "I tried to push him away but-"

Lycus' eyes dropped to the hand on her neck, caressing the new collar tightened around the little doctor's neck. He could smell her burning flesh, and if he looked more closely, he could see her skin had turned red. A loud snarl came from him. Barbara flinched when his rough hand wrapped around the collar and yanked it gently. "S-Stop!"

He froze when she cried out in pain. A little blue bolt shot through the collar and into her flesh. "I'll kill them!"

A loud growl vibrated through the wall. Barbara let out a whimper but pulled the feral closer to her. She was trying hard to prevent him from kicking down the door and running wild to find that asshole or, in the worse case, trying to kill everyone he saw. Barbara attempted to assure him, but her voice was too hoarse, and she was so exhausted it came out more like a croak, and he still looked as though he'd been punched. She studied him, trying to gauge his sincerity. "You cannot run around and kill anyone you see. They could harm you, Lycus. I can't lie, it hurts like hell, but I can still survive."

She opened her eyes to look up at him as she waited for him to reply. But instead, his face grew thoughtful, and his body was still tense. "It won't change the fact that I'll kill anyone that touched what's mine."

She frowned, "I'm not yours-"

"Husshh!" He leaned and licked her burning flesh, making her moan slightly. "Let me heal you, little doctor."

"I-I'm fine," She said, almost reluctantly. What was wrong with her? She couldn't think clearly with his hands and lips stroking against her flesh.

He hummed and ran his hand over her hair, and her traitorous body melted, wanting to lean into him, to borrow against his chest. To let him surround her with his heat and strength. But, instead, she swallowed the enormity of it, contemplating her future with him. But, of course, it was all a sham. Insanely wild! But she had a hectic and chaotic life. Hadn't she wished for something to come along and stir up her boring life?

"I was perfectly well over there" She bit her lower lips. Hands trembled on his massive shoulders.

He holds her up with one hand while locking the other through her soft hair. His lips continued to devastate the sensitive skin along the column of her neck, whereas the collar seemed to cover the rest of her neck. It was a thin yet cold metal that was carved perfectly into a collar. Rage burned in his heart, yet he pushed it away and focused on the lovely doctor in his arms. He wanted her. It needed her. Insinuating his free hand between them, he pressed his palm against her core, cupping her in his shaking hand, nearly coming right then and there. He found soft, warm skin that beckoned for further exploration. Sliding his middle finger between her folds to test her readiness, he paused abruptly and lowered his forehead to her with a strangled groan. So hot. So wet.

His digit slipped effortlessly through the moisture that slicked her p***y, making him lightheaded as he struggled to breathe. Electrical currents traveled the length of his spine, and his c**k jerked and pulsed with every thunderous heartbeat. He circled her quivering entrance, teasing, testing, before slowly inserting a finger through the tight muscles. "f**k!"

He growled as he savagely leashed his slipping control. "Only I can touch you, little doc."

She breathes. Despite her stubbornness, Lycus never hesitated. He'd never do anything to bring her harm, not even inadvertently. He was a man- No. He's a beast that feels certain about what he wants. He takes and stakes a claim on his property. When she arches up from the wall with a needy moan, he knows he can never walk away and instead cuts off his arm. He just had to be careful. "Patient, doctor"

He groaned and inserted a second finger into her slick channel, pumping slowly as he scissors his fingers, stretching and preparing her. He kissed her hard, mostly because he wanted to, but also to distract her as he added a third finger and plunged deep, making her stop refusing him. Barbara cried out, jerking away from his mouth; her eyes flew open, and she bowed up from the wall as a gush of moisture spilled into his palm. Teetering on the edge, battling back his baser instincts, his muscles so tight he didn't know if they ever unknot, he dropped his head to her shoulder and growled. The sound echoed down the room, keeping others far away. He carefully inched his fingers from her clenching core, gripping his aching length, and positioned the crown against her opening. "You want this-" he managed through gritted teeth, "Tell me."

In response, Barbara gripped his shoulders, fingernails digging into the bare flesh, and jerked him forward as she rocked her hips to meet him. "Hell yes!"

Sinking into her tight, drenched p***y was his single most fantastic experience. Her inner walls surrounded him, massaging him in rhythmic waves, milking, pulling him in deeper. He started slowly, aching back, then stabbing into her in measured strokes, but as she cried grew in volume, he could no longer deny either of them the release they sought. His tempo increased, his thrust hard and demanding, but Barbara met his push for a pull, spurring him on her erotic moans and questing hands. When her inner walls clamped around him and the breath caught her throat, he finally unleashed the grasp on his control and plunged into her depths, sending them careening headlong into orgasm. Instinct took over, and reasoning abandoned him when she tilted her head to the side in surrender, baring the delicate curve of her throat. The gums around his canines ached, his mouth pooled with saliva, and only one word chased itself in an endless loop through his thoughts. "Mate"

The next day, Barbara had to return to her lab to continue her research. Luckily, River was busy enough to leave her alone. She took the chance to use her computer when the guard was unattended.

"f**k!" Barbara cursed under her breath. She couldn't undo the mistakes.

The truth was revealed the moment she hacked into the company's system. She was damned for not doing it early. Weeks of thinking about how to free Lycus had entirely prevented her from seeking the truth about the company. Unsurprisingly, she had been working with the wicked man. Of course, one wants to play God all over the world. A shiver runs through her as she reads again. Her old computer helped her seek the information she needed without being detected. Barbara ran her hand through her hair. Her lips turned into a tinned line as she stared into her works. The serum Bf-5 had been uncompleted since Barbara didn't have the intention of ruining the world. She didn't care if they figured out her plan. Lycus will be long gone before they find out about him.

She looked down at her white coat. And it will be the last time for her to wear it. Working in a lab has been her dream since she was born. She wants to create a better world, and it never dims when she discovers that they're not the only intelligent species that ever exist. Barbara let out a groan and closed her eyes. Nausea begins to hit her again. It took a few minutes for her to push it away and focus on her plan. Lycus had been weird lately. She could sense his mysterious eagerness. As if he had been waiting for something to happen, that stubborn feral never shared anything with her. However, she didn't regret wasting their time exploring each other's bodies.

"Professor." Barbara looked over her shoulder. Her ex-student looks at her with hope and interest. He had been the cleverest boy that she had ever met. His mother was a delightfully old dear with a warm smile, much like his. But, he was no longer the sweet boy.

"I assume you've decided about the matter" He jerked his head up and stared at her, a shallow valley forming between his eyebrows.

Barbara understood what he was trying to tell her, and she no longer denied it. She needs his help. Choking a sigh, Barbara pasted a smile on her face she didn't feel. While she wanted to keep him away from her problem and stay safe, she wanted Lycus away from this hell more. "I need your help."

She watched his expression soften. He moved to observe her work, then calmly looked at her, "Anything."

Almond eyes study her. His eyes twinkled as he stared down at her work again. His slightly disheveled, dark-blond hair was short and neat. He was a gratifying young man like his father. Chiseled cheeks, firm jaw, plump lips, and deeply tanned skin. It's hard to believe that she had once held him when he was still in a diaper. His gaze caught hers, holding her spellbound with curiosity. "Please tell me, you're not planning on giving them this?"

She blinks and shakes her head, "I am-" then take it away from him, "-It's an incomplete serum, but good enough to fool them."

He studied her as if searching for the truth, then he nodded his head and smiled. "Good," Barbara watched the young man lean on her table and cross his lean yet muscular arms. "Now, spill the beans."