The depiction of his life broke her heart. He’d been forced to live with a woman who had loved and wanted someone else. She’d only allowed Obsidian to touch her when she’d craved sex. Alli was familiar with the fact that some of the female New Species suffered symptoms from their altered DNA. They would go into mild heat, the ingrained urge to breed instilled in their genetics that manifested physical symptoms. They exhibited tenderness in their breasts, steadily increased arousal, and acute awareness of their male counterparts.
“She went into heat,” he grumbled. He paused.
“That’s what the technicians called it.”
“I get it.” It was a grim realization. “That’s the only time you two engaged in sex?”
He nodded sharply. “She only allowed me to taste her or mount her from behind. She didn’t want my touch otherwise.” He glared. “Go, Alli.
I no longer want you here.”
She glanced down to the front of his sweatpants. The stiff outline of his cock said otherwise.
She looked up. “We should talk more about this.”
He threw back his head and howled. The sound made her flinch and she dropped the towel and covered her ears. He spun and his fist plowed into the wall. She eased her palms away from her ears and heard the sound of pounding boots coming down the hallway at a run. She barely recovered the towel to hide her bare breasts before Jericho burst back into the room.
“Get her out of here,” Obsidian snarled. “I want her gone.” He refused to look at her as he stomped inside the bathroom and slammed the door.
Jericho cleared his throat. “You got your wish.
You’re free to go, Dr. Allison.”
Hot tears burned behind her eyelids when she closed her eyes.
“Dr. Allison? Let’s go. My back is turned. Put on something, grab your gear and you’re out of here. No way in hell are you staying. You’re in danger.”
She didn’t believe that. Obsidian could have hit her instead of the wall.
Chapter Twelve
The door squeaking alerted Obsidian that he was no longer alone and he turned his head to shoot an intimidating glower at the guard who refused to stop checking on him. He wasn’t going to jump off the roof of the building in an attempt to escape. He just wanted fresh air to clear his head and be alone.
“Go away.”
“Hey.” Moon stepped out. “It’s me.”
The other male was out of the black uniform and instead wore human clothing. The small blue tank top hid little of his shoulders and none of his arms.
The material of his pants he’d seen before when the technicians had moved him to the new place where 46 had died. They’d called them jeans. His feet were bare.
“I heard you and the doctor hit a bit of a rough patch. I thought you might want to talk to someone.” He lifted something from behind his back. “I brought iced coffees. Have you tried them?”
Obsidian glanced at the two bottles held in the other male’s grasp. “Talk! Why is that what everyone wants?”
“Ah.” Moon cautiously approached. “Did they send the shrink to examine you?”
“The what?”
“Headshrinker. We have one who comes to speak to us and he asks how we feel about certain stuff. I guess Tiger wanted him to evaluate you.
Dr. Kregkor isn’t so bad.”
“No human male visited me.”
Moon lifted a leg and straddled the ledge of the building, firmly sitting on the wall. He held out one of the bottles. “Twist top. You just give it a twist and it comes off. Try it. They are good.”
He hesitated but accepted the cool drink, eyeing it warily.
“Trust me, it’s good. I grabbed us two from my refrigerator when I heard you were having a bad day. Not much goes on around here that remains private. I just didn’t get the details. What happened with your doctor?”
Obsidian tested the top of the drink and it came off in his palm when he exerted a little muscle.
The thing smelled good so he took a sip. “She always wants to talk.”
“That’s how females are. They all do that.”
“46 didn’t.”
“Your mate was a unique female then.” Moon opened his drink and took a long swallow, resting it in front of him between his thighs. “Females love to talk. I think it’s because we spent solitary lives and the silence is something they enjoy avoiding now that we’re free.”
“Alli is human.”
“They really talk. They don’t have our keener senses and can’t judge anything except by their vision and hearing words.” He sighed. “Consider how limited they are. It must be a bit frightening without the sense of smell to help figure things out.”
“What do you mean?” Obsidian relaxed slightly, leaning against the wall that overlooked Homeland.
“Most of us can pick up a lot using our noses.
Anger. Arousal. Hell, some of us can scent pain if it’s sharp enough. They sweat when they are afraid or nervous as their hearts race. We pick that up too.” He shrugged. “All they’ve got is the ability to guess while they watch us but we tend to be good at hiding our emotions when we feel the need. You know what I’m talking about. Mercile used any sign of weakness or emotion against us.”
Obsidian couldn’t disagree.
“So humans press us to talk. They want to know what we are thinking and feeling. They don’t understand a lot about us and are curious by nature. I take it that caused the argument? I asked Jericho but he refused to say what happened. He must like you.”
“The male and I fought.”
Dark eyebrows arched. “Really? Who won? I didn’t see damage on him.” He visually assessed Obsidian. “Or you. It must not have been too physical.”
“Alli got in the way and it stopped before she was harmed.”
“Tough little female, huh? Brave too. I’d hesitate to get between you and the primate. I’ve seen him fight and you don’t look easy to take down either.”
“He makes weird sounds.”
Moon chuckled. “We think he’s got gorilla DNA. It is a large primate species. You’ll learn about the different types of DNA we carry.”
“He has red eyes.”
“I wouldn’t comment on that to him. He’s touchy on the subject and to be fair, they are more brown than crimson.” The male took another drink. “Not too many primates survived and the ones who did tend to be chimpanzee mixed.
They are much mellower than Jericho. He’s had a rough time of it.”
Obsidian admitted to curiosity. “Why?”
“Have you seen him? He’s intimidating as hell and he’s weird about his territory. He had to move out of the men’s dorm because he beat on his neighbors for disturbing his sleep. The guy doesn’t have much of a sense of humor, probably because he doesn’t get laid often. The females tend to avoid him because they are afraid he’ll try to claim one of them if they end up in his bed.
He’s not exactly someone you want to say no to without feeling a bit of fear.”
“Laid?”
“Share sex. Laid. It’s a human term. I guess you weren’t exposed to much of their language in the facility?”
He shook his head. “They fed us and sometimes tested us. They didn’t talk much and 46 rarely did.”
“You were in another part of the facility than most of us. Do you know why?”
“No.”
Moon lifted his chin to stare at the sky. “Were you only bred with one female?”
“Yes. My mate.”
The other male looked at him then. “I know it was hard to keep track but was it for a short time or for quite a while?”
Flashbacks of his life emerged in Obsidian’s thoughts. “Forever,” he rasped, his chest tightening. “It seemed that long.”
“You miss her.”
He hesitated, testing his emotions. “I let her down. I am here but she is not.”