Ecstasy Bound (2 page)

“The three of us.”

Again, his gaze darted toward the other two. He tried to clear his thoughts, knowing something wasn’t right here. His hold tightened around her waist. “You’re lying. This is a…military facility. Not some sort of…brothel.” His words came out roughly, not flowing in a normal tone. Another side-effect of the chemicals they’d given him?

She leaned into him, relaxing against his torso. He could feel her nipples through her uniform and he almost groaned. Her lips brushed his bare chest, as if by accident.

But her move was no accident. He’d bet on it. Her tongue eased out to caress his skin.

At the moist contact, he jerked. And moaned. He couldn’t stop himself, though he tried to cover the sound with a forced cough.

“Your body needs us,” she explained. “Let me go.” Her voice lowered. “Let me suck your cock, Colonel.”

His body immediately tightened. He wanted her to suck his cock. Wanted it bad.

“Sam…please. I feel your need.”

The use of his given name finally crumpled his defenses. “Oh, fucking yeah,” he groaned, pushing her down to her knees. “Do it.”

Briggs caressed her rich brown hair as she kneeled in front of him. She was a real beauty, with incredible green eyes. Brianna, one of the females had called her. From her take-charge manner and the way she’d spoken to the other two women, as well as her uniform, he assumed her to be of some higher rank or command around here.

They’d given him something in a drink he’d sipped earlier. He was certain. Since then, his body had felt on fire…for sex, and now this woman wanted to suck his cock.

He wasn’t about to refuse.

Brianna lightly raked her nails down the back of his thighs.

The pleasure almost dropped him to his knees. If this was some way to get military secrets out of him, she performed her job well. He wasn’t about to reveal anything—

other than what was already authorized through the ACE project, no matter what she did. But he couldn’t stop his body from responding. His cock ached and he craved to feel her mouth sucking the blunt tip and sliding over his shaft. “Yeah, baby…” he mumbled. He saw a small smile cross her face.

Brianna’s hand circled his shaft.
Oh, yeah.
Briggs watched her closely. His shaft was so thick that her fingers didn’t meet, making him feel a sense of pride in his size. She glanced up at him with that sexy smile of hers. Then very slowly, her tongue eased out and swiped across the wide head of his cock, licking away some clear drops of pre-cum.

Unable to stop himself, he growled and tangled his hand in her hair. “If you’re going to suck it, suck it!” He wasn’t about to act submissive or show weakness with these women—this woman in particular. If she intended to eat his cock, he wanted her to get on with it. He’d happily come right down her gorgeous throat.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his ass, not one of hers. He glanced behind him as best he could. The blonde had knelt next to his hip. When her lips touched his ass cheek and her tongue stroked his flesh, he closed his eyes.
Damn.
If this was their chosen form of torture, he’d gladly sign up for more. He looked around for the red-haired woman. She was fiddling with some sort of case on the other side of the room.

Brianna’s lips slid over his cock.

“Oh, damn…” He looked down. She’d grabbed his full attention with that move.

“More. Take more of my dick. Now.” When she complied, sliding her mouth down a good additional three inches, he about lost it.

The red-haired woman suddenly appeared at his side. He jerked, not having seen or heard her walk over, he’d been so focused on Brianna’s luscious mouth and seeming eagerness to please him. The redhead held a dildo in her hand and raised the object to his mouth.

“Suck this, Colonel.”

He pushed her arm away. He wasn’t sucking a dick, fake or otherwise.

“The chemicals we gave you didn’t affect you properly,” she told him. “You need to do this.”

“Get that thing away from me!” He had a woman eating his cock and another woman licking his ass. He saw no purpose in him sucking a dildo.

Brianna released his cock and he groaned in disappointment. Damn, he’d been so close to coming. He’d wanted to come in her mouth and watch her swallow every drop of his juices. She rose and took the dildo from the other woman.

As she smiled up at him, her fingers played with the hair on his chest. “There are many parts of this rite that may not appeal to an Earth man, unaccustomed to such ways.” Her voice was soft, seductive. “But I guarantee only pleasure.” She sucked the dildo into her mouth.

At the sight of her sucking the long object, his cock twitched, ready to explode. He ached so badly.

She slowly pulled the dildo out, then raised her lips to his. Unable to resist, he covered her sensual mouth with his and pushed his tongue inside. Oh, yes! She met him tongue to tongue, and made a sound very close to a purr.

Caressing his cheek, she pulled away, then sucked just on the tip of the dildo, for only a moment, bringing the object closer to his mouth. She licked his lips then licked the fake cock once more, before turning back to him. His tongue eased out to touch hers, needing more of the taste of her. He wanted to fuck her. Now. Needed to fuck her.

She angled the dildo and slid an inch inside his mouth.

“That’s right, Colonel. Just a little.”

Damn, he was doing it. Sucking a cock, albeit a fake one. What was happening to him? She stole all reason from his brain, leading him to do whatever it took simply to get more from her. He tasted…something on the dildo. Heat exploded inside him, different than before.

Brianna nodded to the blonde, who rose from her knees and headed across the room.

From the same case as the redhead had opened earlier, she produced another dildo, a thinner one this time. The blonde turned toward him and slowly approached. “Bend over, Colonel.”

Bend over? He eyed the dildo in her hand. What the fuck? “Like hell!”

“It’s part of the process, Colonel,” Brianna told him. “We need to fuck you anally.”

“Too damn bad. You’re not fucking me in the ass with that cock, ladies. If you try, you’re liable to find it, along with my cock, shoved up your asses.”

The blonde backed away, eyeing him warily.

Giving him a look of frustration, Brianna planted her fists on her hips and looked him in the eye. “Why do Earth men whine like babies when it comes to anal penetration?”

Briggs’ eyebrows rose to his hairline. “Excuse me? Whine?” He snorted. “I have never whined in my life.” Avoiding her gaze, he crossed his arms over his chest. “And I am not a baby,” he added in a low voice.

Before she responded, an alarm echoed loudly in the chamber. His gaze met hers, and he wondered what was going on.

She turned to the red-haired woman. “See if you can get in touch with the engineering team that is trying to cut us out of here. Tell them to step up their efforts, even if they have to bypass safety measures.”

The female nodded and hit the open button beside the door.

Brianna spoke to the blonde. “If I can get out of here, I’ll send Tara down to take my place.” She snatched a device off her belt. “Brianna to Command. Reply.”

Briggs knew it was now or never. While she was distracted. He lunged forward and grabbed Brianna. He twirled her around, wrapping his arm around her neck.

She dropped the device and it smashed to the floor. “Damn it,” she mumbled.

“We’re through playing, ladies.” After the first initial rush of heat from the taste on the dildo, his mind had been slowly clearing. Apparently he’d fought off the chemicals they’d given him previously and this last set of chemicals had the exact opposite effect of what they’d hoped. Now, he needed to get out of there. He remembered. He knew his mission.

“Let her go!” the blonde ordered. “Now!”

“I believe I’m in control here,” he told her. “Back off, or I’ll break her neck.” A lie, but seemingly an effective one, for the blonde moved away.

Brianna sighed, sounding put out by his words and actions, then her elbow jabbed backward, into his ribs.

Ugh!
He doubled over, and before he knew what was happening, she flipped him over her shoulder, onto the bed.
Shit.

She rubbed her neck. “Not smart, Colonel. I could have thrown you to the floor and injured you. And right now our Healers can’t get down here. Remember that.”

He grunted, sitting up. Damn it all. His own stupid fault. He’d underestimated her.

Well, he wouldn’t make that mistake again. The woman was well trained indeed.

“I’ve got more important things to deal with than your pathetic attempt at escape or whatever your intention might have been.” She reached down and retrieved the device she’d dropped on the floor.

“Pathetic?” Yes, he’d gone easy on her, not wanting to hurt her. But pathetic was a low blow.

“He’s too clear-headed, Brianna,” the blonde replied, hands on her hips.

“So, I see. His Earth physiology, no doubt. How do you feel, Colonel? We are officially at war, and I have troops to command, if you’re not in distress.”

“War?” Had the countdown begun?

“War. Check his stats,” she told the blonde. “If the fever is no longer affecting you, Colonel, I’m postponing this Initiation. I need to check into the project anyhow. Find out why you’re really here.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

And that had been that. He hadn’t gotten to fuck her, much to his disappointment.

But he’d understood then and even more-so now that his mission came first. He would continue with the agreed upon experiments if they still needed his participation. And he’d follow Laszlo’s instructions, as were his orders. If it ever came to a choice, his ultimate loyalty would always lie with Earth. Specifically, with the United States military, no matter what.

* * * * *

Brianna scanned the room. The others were already present and seated, crowded around the white oval table in the center.

Laszlo, the leader whom she’d always respected so much but had recently begun to doubt, stood at the head of the table, looking contemplative. Braden, her twin brother and next in command, sat on his right. She spotted Alexa, his breeder-mate, next to him.

Alexa wasn’t a Warrior. She wasn’t supposed be here. Odd. She should be with her and Braden’s newly born triplets. Josella must be watching over them.

Kam, Alexa’s half brother, sat next to her. His breeder-mate, Halah, who was Josella’s half sister, sat next to him. Pitch, a Class 2 Security Warrior, sat next to Halah.

Erik, next in command after Braden, only one step higher than herself in the chain of command, sat on Laszlo’s left. Erik’s breeder-mate, Leila, a Healer, sat next to him.

“Sorry I’m late.” Brianna headed toward her other brother, Torque, who sat next to Leila. Torque looked in as much pain as she was. More. Tara was his twin. She knew he’d suffered tremendously at her loss, even blamed himself for it. And nothing she’d said to him had made any difference. She feared the loss might even escalate his often unpredictable behavior to new levels.

An empty chair—her chair, she assumed—was situated next to him. She sat down, feeling more than a little unsettled. Nobody spoke, waiting for Laszlo to start the meeting.

“Good. Now that we’re all here, we can begin,” Laszlo announced. “I regret what this war between myself and Daegal has caused. Over the years, we should have been able to find peace. But how does one negotiate peace with a man who craves ultimate power? The Elder Council did not intend this as the end result of their experiments. No one foresaw the dangers until it proved too late to stop.”

“Elder Council?” Braden questioned. “I don’t understand. There was another ruling board besides our Xylon Council?”

Brianna had been about to ask the same thing.

Laszlo acknowledged the question with a nod. “The Elder Council was the ruling science, research and development board of Xylon, dissolved long ago. What they created started this conflict. Many generations ago, Xylon’s women began losing the ability to reproduce, as you know. Even harvesting women from other planets for breeding purposes, our race slowly began to die out. Unable to discover why our women were becoming more infertile each year, the people turned desperate for a solution.”

Laszlo paced the small area between the end of the table and the wall. He rubbed his chin and his icy blue eyes took on a distant look. “Brilliant medical minds, all of the Elder Council members. They came up with the solution. Or so they thought. Super-breeders. Converting some of our still-fertile women into breeders, able to bear multiples with each pregnancy.” He paused and glanced briefly at Alexa.

Brianna listened with interest. She knew about Super-breeders, of course. They all did. Alexa was one of them, a half-Earth woman harvested for breeding, then discovered as one of the rare breeders of multiples. Her newborn triplets proved her status.

Brianna’s own mother had been a Super-breeder and she herself carried the gene.

But the gene lay dormant in her system, so she was not one of the coveted bearers of multiples.

“The first experiments failed miserably,” Laszlo explained. “The children produced weren’t right, mentally and physically. Not wanting a society filled with what the Council viewed as defectives, they banished the children to the forests in their fifth year.”

“Banished?” Alexa echoed, outrage in her voice. “That’s barbaric. A certain death sentence.”

“They did not die,” Laszlo responded with an understanding look. “Not all of them. In fact, those who survived formed a new species.”

“A new species? Intriguing.” Pitch’s eyes intensified and he leaned forward in his chair. “Are you talking about the Def’mal?”

“Yes. The Def’mal—the defective maladjusted ones. The Elder Council had hoped the children would all die, being so young. Then they’d have a relatively clear conscience about what they’d created. Instead, the Def’mal proved quite fertile, ironically.”

Brianna listened intently. She’d always believed the Def’mal to be native to the planet. Violent. Unsocialized. Intelligent but totally untamable and unwilling or unable to change. Every attempted negotiation over the years had proven futile, so they were now avoided at all costs. No contact, as decreed by law, for the protection of everyone.

“After years of experimentation, the first somewhat successful Super-breeder was finally created, so to speak, through drugs, DNA and hormone manipulations,” Laszlo continued. “Though not perfect, the Elder Council deemed the trial good enough to proceed to the next step. That Super-breeder was my mother.”

His mother? Brianna sat stunned and speechless.
Impossible.

“Wait,” Erik interrupted before Laszlo could say more. “Our breeder problems date back centuries. Though rare, there have been successful Super-breeders since—”

“That’s right. The Super-breeder experiments had an unexpected side effect.

Longevity for those born from the womb of such a female. Isn’t it true that I am the only leader all of you have ever known?”

Yes
, Brianna answered silently. But the age of a Xylon was hard to identify by sight alone. Xylons looked vital much longer than many species. A Xylon’s hair did not normally gray unless it was part of the natural color, and the skin did not wrinkle as much as, say, a human’s did, with age.

Laszlo was no longer a young man. Still, he looked quite impressive with his tall frame and long golden hair. His continued presence and leadership weren’t out of the line of possibility, at least in her eyes.

Besides, what he said just wasn’t possible. If true, his longevity would make him, hell, hundreds of years old. Not all those who grew old and died, well before Laszlo, would have stayed silent before their passing. Stories would have been passed down and remembered by the generations that followed.

“Why do you think there are few to no detailed public records or in-depth history available of Xylon?” Laszlo asked, looking around the table.

When no one else answered, Leila spoke, though hesitantly. “We were always taught that the records had been destroyed in the various uprisings throughout the years. Since no one recreated them, eventually the knowledge became lost.”

“No. The Council needed the information covered up. Kept secret. Too much
sin
, for lack of a better term, had been committed—the Def’mal and other atrocities as well.”

Laszlo paused and his brow furrowed a moment. “I’ve been on this planet for more years than I can remember. In power since the last Elder Council member died. I formed the new Xylon Council. Laid out and ordered the construction of the Lair, from where our Warriors would work to keep the planet and system secure. Set up outposts on the various moons. I protected Xylon’s secrets and helped our Warriors find breeder-mates. I fought against the Slave Masters and Daegal and built my power and strength as a Healer and as a Visionary. That power is now waning. Not from age but from the side effects of the inherited hormonal and DNA abnormalities.”

That’s how he must have stayed in power for so long. Through his Visionary powers. Visionaries were rumored to be able to control, in part, the thoughts of others.

Maybe even their memories.

Brianna hadn’t known he was a Visionary until recently. He’d kept that a secret. At least from the Warriors. Maybe the Council had known.

Was Laszlo’s power so strong that he was able to control a whole population of people, along with their perceptions? She vaguely remembered a few cases of insane ranting from people who had eventually disappeared—mysteriously disappeared—

after their accusations of control, manipulation, secrecy and lies. Maybe their words hadn’t been so insane.

Braden shook his head. “Torque, Brianna, Tar—” He paused, pain crossing his face.

“Tara and I were born of a Super-breeder. We’re aging normally, with no DNA abnormalities. You are aging too, given the small twitches I’ve observed in your hands and the dulling of your eye color. You really expect us to believe this wild story?”

“You have not yet reached the age to notice the effects. But soon. Torque, as eldest, will notice the change in his system first. You will still age, just at a much slower rate.

We are not immortal.”

Torque grunted.

Brianna couldn’t remain silent. “How did we not know any of this? No elder Xylons ever passed on the information that you were in power even when
their
elders lived. Not that I know of. Certainly no one in the Koll family ever mentioned it. It’s definitely not public knowledge, nor was it taught in our educational or military systems.”

“Some things are, or were, better left unsaid,” Laszlo responded. “Or maybe unrealized is a better word.”

Unrealized? And…?
Brianna waited but he said nothing more. She glanced around the table. Nobody else spoke. Whether from disbelief or because they were in shock, she wasn’t certain. Their minds were probably reeling as much as hers.

If Laszlo was being honest with them, and she wasn’t convinced, she and her brothers would outlive everyone here by a very long time. Alexa’s babies would also have long lives, though Alexa would not. She’d seen the realization on the others’ faces, when Laszlo had related the news. And their ensuing emotions. Braden had squeezed his mate’s hand atop the table as pain filled his features.

“Laszlo?” Alexa asked, her voice sounding unusually scratchy.

“Yes, my dear.”

“If Super-breeders were
created
by these experiments and the ability passed down genetically, I’m assuming, how did I become one? My mother was purely human and my father, though a Warrior, wasn’t born from a Super-breeder, according to Leila.”

“Actually, your father did come from a Super-breeder,” Laszlo answered. “That’s why I asked you to sit in on this meeting from the beginning. You need to know the truth of how all this started.”

“Alexa’s paternal grandmother was a Super-breeder?” Leila questioned, a shocked look on her face. “I ran her family history after discovering her genetics. It wasn’t in the records. I assumed it to be a medical anomaly. A statistical rarity.”

“It wasn’t an anomaly,” Kam answered for Laszlo. “The data was altered in the record bases.”

Alexa looked over at Kam. As did everyone else. “Did you know of this all along?”

his sister asked him.

“No. Not all along.”

“But you’ve known long enough to tell us if you’d wanted, I’ll bet,” Erik said. “Shit.

Why am I even surprised?”

“Erik, I asked Kam to keep the secret until the time was right,” Laszlo said calmly.

“Doing so was not a betrayal of anyone here.”

“If the experiments were eventually a success, why aren’t there more Super-breeders?” Halah questioned. “Many more could have been created to strengthen the Warrior Society. Why—”

He held up his hand, silencing her and everyone else, who all looked about to speak. “I will address your questions but let me finish this first. It is key and you must know. My mother, the first Super-breeder, gave birth to three boys.”

“Triplets?” Braden asked, an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Yes. Myself…along with Daegal and the Other—the man you know as the Top Commander.”

Brianna felt nauseous, as if she’d just been punched in the stomach. After announcing his mother’s Super-breeder status, she’d known Laszlo must at least have a twin somewhere. But she hadn’t expected this.

Erik’s face turned red. Torque looked ready to explode, his jaw clenched. Alexa seemed to be having trouble catching her breath. Braden slipped his arm around her shoulders. A wary expression lingered on his face as he studied Laszlo.

Only Kam seemed unaffected by all this and that’s when the truth hit her. He’d known about it all, not just about the database changes to Alexa’s files, but about the Elder Council, the triplets, all the medical experiments and who knew what else.

“Daegal and the Top Commander are your brothers?” Torque asked in a tight voice.

His hand fisted on the table. “You’re fraternal triplets, I’m assuming, like Alexa’s children.”

“Yes. The Other,” Laszlo shook his head, “he was never expected to live. He was not given a proper name or even reared with us. Many physical and mental abnormalities existed inside him, so he was kept in medical confinement. After the conflicts began, Daegal broke him out and they rose to power to overtake Marid.”

Brianna’s mind raced. This was not happening. Too many implications existed if what Laszlo said proved true. She squeezed her thigh, digging her nails into her uniform pants, doing her best to hold her tongue. This could
not
be happening.

“Son of a bitch!” Torque exploded, hitting the table with his fist. “You should have told us before this.”

Brianna jumped at Torque’s reaction. She expected him to lunge for Laszlo and she wasn’t sure whether to try to stop him if he did. But he remained seated. Had he been closer to the man, he might well have tried, given the hard-edged expression on his face.