Rage, Hunter & Toxic - Alien Breed Box Set

Chapter 1-3

I narrowed my eyes and snarled, baring my canines. Happy startled, but Sturdy stood his ground and looked at me.

“Rage,” he warned. “You are my friend, but if you attack a female, then I will put you down. Whatever problems the two of you have are in the past. Get over it! We have plans. We want to run things here on our own, and some of the humans here are with us on that. But if one of us goes feral and attacks a human, then they will never allow us to be independent. They will consider us no more than wild beasts. We have to show them that we can be trusted. I will not stand by and let anybody ruin this for us. Not even a friend.”

“Thanks, man, for showing me where your loyalties lie,” I answered coldly. “f**k off! I don’t need any of you!”

I turned away and went inside, slamming the door behind me. My insides were boiling. I clenched my fists and let out an angry roar. Not only was that blonde b***h responsible for my pain, now she had to come here—where I had found peace at last—and take away my friends. I could still see the look on Happy’s face. He was a sucker for females. He was horrified when I attacked that b***h. Damn fool. Anybody who thought a female couldn’t be evil and do terrible things because she was softer and weaker was a damn fool! I experienced firsthand how evil a woman could be, even if she looked like an angel.

I shook my head. What made things worse was that a part of me wanted to forget what happened and f**k her. I still had her scent in my nose. Tempting. Intoxicating. I had to get her out of my f*****g head. I had to kill her to be free of her. Only then would I find peace.

I knew roughly were she lived. There were two houses I had to check out. I left and made my way through dark alleys to the first house in question. I walked from window to window, until I saw a woman sitting in a chair. It wasn’t her. It was the other woman who came with her. I knew now that my angel of death had to live in the other bungalow. I turned away and snuck up to the next house. I felt a growl in my chest but suppressed it to avoid giving myself away. My heart pounded wildly as I crept to the backside of the house. There was a light in one of the windows. I stood to the side so that I could look inside without being seen. There she was! She was sitting on the bed, crying. Her crying irritated me. Why did she cry? Maybe she regretted what she had done.

Yeah, sure, my inner voice mocked me. Now you’re starting to think like Happy. Just because she is a weak female doesn’t mean she is good or not guilty! She is probably crying because she fears for her life, and rightly so, because her executioner is already here.

I had to find a way into the house without alerting her. I didn’t want her to press the emergency button next to the bed and alert the guards.

Jessie

The incident in the clubhouse had left me in shock. I had imagined it so often—how I would meet that man from the cell at DMI. I knew that all Alien Breeds spent months in therapy after their rescue to deal with what had happened to them and to learn that not all humans were like the men and women they had known from DMI. I couldn’t understand Rage’s hate for me. Why me? I was the one who told the press what was going on so that he and the other Breeds would be freed. I risked my future and my own life for that.

Rage frightened me. He could have seriously hurt me. It took a great deal of strength for me to keep it together until I got to my bungalow. Once inside, I let loose and cried and cried. I hated myself for being so weak. Why did it affect me so much? He hated me. So what? I should have ignored him and looked forward to my new job. Everybody else was friendly and welcoming. Even the Breeds. None of them had shown me any hostility. Some seemed a bit wary at first, but later they looked at me with friendly interest. I just couldn’t understand why Rage had reacted like that.

A rustling noise startled me. I wanted to cry out, but the sound got stuck in my throat. Rage stood before me. His eyes were dark with hatred, his face cold as ice. I shivered as I gazed at his huge, muscled body and his unforgiving demeanor. Suddenly, I knew that he was here to kill me. I wanted to shout for help, but I couldn’t. I stared into his hypnotizing eyes, unable to do or say anything. We stared at each other for a very long moment. It was as if the world had stopped turning. As if we were the only ones who existed in this alternate universe.

“Why?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Why what?” he snarled.

“Why do you hate me? What - what did I do to make you hate me so much?”

He snorted, and with lightening speed he grabbed me and hauled me up. His sinister gaze made me quiver with fear. His grip was painful. Surely, I would have just crumpled to the floor if not for his strong hold on me. My knees felt like jelly. My heart was racing so hard I feared it would explode. At least then I would be dead, and he couldn’t do anything to me.

“You really ask me what you have done? Isn’t it enough that you wanted to see me tortured and dead? No! You had to laugh at me when I was lying in my own blood.”

“What?” I looked at him in disbelief. What was he talking about? I had done no such thing. “But I - I haven’t-”

“Don’t f*****g lie to me!” he hissed, and I nearly wet myself.

“I swear, Rage. I - I have done nothing of the sort. I have - I got you - It’s me who got you out. You must believe me that I...”

He growled deep in his throat. Then he pushed me onto the bed and before I knew it, he was on top of me, his weight crushing me, making it hard to breath. What did he plan to do with me? r**e me before he killed me? Tears ran over my face. His face hovered above me as he stared down at me. He was so beautiful and yet frightening at the same time. What was going on in his head? Would he kill me now?

“Please,” I whispered when his hand came around my throat. “I swear I haven’t done anything. I don’t understand.”

“Shhh,” he said, and then he pressed his mouth on mine.

Rage

I couldn’t explain it but something in me changed as I looked into her tearful eyes and heard her whispered plea. I lowered my head until our lips met. My c**k came to life, my blood pounded in my ears, and I was suddenly filled with insatiable hunger and need. I couldn’t think straight anymore. Here she lay, that female I wanted to kill, but all I could think of were her soft trembling lips and her warm and soft flesh under me. And her sweet scent. It drove me mad with desire. I realized that my weight must have been crushing her, so I lifted myself up a bit. I kissed her with a passion I never experienced before. I pushed my tongue between her lips as she whimpered, tasting her sweet flavor.

Her sob penetrated the fog of my l**t, and I became aware of what I was doing. I had threatened to kill her, and now I was sexually assaulting her. I would have r***d her. I lifted my head and stared at her frightened face. f**k, I nearly r***d this female. What was wrong with me? She was too fragile. I would have killed her. I was too big, too wild, and too brutal during s*x. It was my Alien instinct that took over during mating and not my brain. It was a miracle I had been able to stop myself at all. A little bit longer, and I would have completely lost control.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said hoarsely.

My d**k was still painfully hard, and my head was filled with erotic images of how I would f**k her into submission. Hard, fast, and deep. f**k! That was exactly what I couldn’t do. Not with a fragile female like her. I must have lost my mind. She wasn’t cut out for rough s*x with a beast like me. I would seriously injure—if not kill—her. The thought of doing that was like a cold shower. Swearing, I jumped from the bed and stared at her. Her eyes were wide and frightened, but also a little curious.

“You have nothing to fear. I will never hurt you,” I said and fled out of the house.

Jessie

I lay frozen and stared at the door. My heart was still beating wildly. I tried to process what had happened. I was sure he had come here to kill me. But then he kissed me, and I was torn between fear and desire. That kiss wasn’t what I had dreamed of so many times. Not soft and sensual, but wild, brutal, and strangely arousing. If I hadn’t been so frightened, I might have kissed him back. But I was too shocked and confused over my contradicting emotions to do anything. I felt his arousal. He was hard and big. Scary big. But then he suddenly stopped, and I could have sworn that he was irritated. When he fled, I wanted to call him back. Why? Had I lost all sense of self-preservation? He nearly r***d and killed me. I should have been glad that he came to his senses and left. Still, I found myself touching my swollen lips, wondering what would have happened if I had kissed him back. I had no clue why I was so drawn to Rage, but I couldn’t deny that I had felt that way since I saw him in that cage.