Right before his lips touched hers, the sound of the evening fifteen minute curfew warning went off. Crystal jumped and Nathan instantly pulled back.
“Damn it. I’m sorry, Crystal, I was so caught up in the moment I lost track of time.”
Grasping at his jacket, Crystal cried, “Nathan we have to get back. This is all my fault. If we get caught after curfew, they’ll take you away and maybe punish you. I should have never talked you into this.”
Tears streamed down her face and she swiped at them in fear for Nathan and for her. BioGen would probably punish her as well, and the things they could do terrified her. She choked, her body shaking, and her pulse rate went through the roof. Nathan seemed to try and calm her brushing the tears away but there just wasn’t any time and she fought to get a grip on her runaway emotions.
“Listen. I can get us back in plenty of time but you need to calm down. Do you trust me?” he asked while he pulled her hood back up over her face and followed up with his own to hide his.
Still gripping his jacket and feeling shaky, she nodded and whispered, “I do trust you, Nathan.”
With an encouraging look he reassured her, “Good. Just hold on tight and I’ll get us back to The Inspire. You just be ready with that magic necklace of yours to get us back into the building so no one will suspect we were ever gone. Ready?”
Crystal took a deep breath and nodded. It was the only acknowledgement Nathan appeared to need and after he grasped her hand in a firmer grip than earlier, he led her back out of the circle of bushes. Once on the path, he sped up into a fast jog and she had to push herself into a full out run to keep up with him. He was fast compared to her and she was panting before they even went a few feet but she was determined to get him back to her condo safely. Together they covered quite a bit of distance even making it to the large crack in the blacktop they had passed earlier. Nathan eased them both around the gap and Crystal began to breathe easier.
Just when she was sure they were going to make it in time, Crystal saw two Nul guards approaching with BioGen uniforms on, evidently making their last rounds. Pulling back against Nathan’s forward progression, she urgently whispered, “Nathan, BioGen guards.”
Immediately, Nathan steered both of them off the blacktop and over to one of the large trees bordering along the path. As soon as they were under the large spread of branches he spun her around and pushed her back against the trunk. The bark was rough but Nathan’s body surrounding and pressing against her was rock hard. He felt good and she felt protected but the Nul’s were getting so close and she could see them watching. She started to shake with nerves because she was sure they were going to get caught.
Nathan shifted slightly blocking her completely from the guard’s view. He leaned against his arm which he had positioned above her forming a protective cocoon around her. He leaned down just enough so he could push her hood back with his free hand and put his lips near her ear. Crystal could feel his warm breath brush against her and the sensation made her shiver for a different reason.
“Crystal, I need you to relax. You’re just a Gen with her purchased Companion enjoying an intimate moment together. The Nuls won’t know any different unless we give them a reason to,” Nathan whispered, his voice vibrating through her body as he pressed his body against hers.
Perhaps it was to distract her, or to convince the Nul’s they were enjoying an intimate moment, or just because he wanted to, but Nathan was suddenly kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear. She closed her eyes gasping at the incredible sensation, her body tingling from the point of contact all the way to her core. She fisted her hands in his jacket trying to keep her legs from buckling from the weakness he was causing. He didn’t stop there, oh no, he continued in his exploration with those wonderful tingling kisses until he reached her collarbone where he gently nipped and then kissed her again. She whimpered and her legs would have buckled if not for his strong arm around her waist supporting her
At first she refused to look at the inside of the room. Instead, she shoved the door closed and took a deep breath. Finally, she focused in enough so from the corner of her eyes she could see the room was the same, unchanged from the past. Same sterile white walls, white floor, silver equipment with the many wires and probes, and same medical trays with the shiny silver scissors and scalpels. All of it in her mind were instruments of torture. All she knew was she had to get a grip or she would soon be the one on the table being experimented on.
Distracted she nearly jumped a foot when the Gatherer dressed in white surgical scrubs stepped into view and called out, “I’d be careful if I were you. Even though he’s strapped down this male is a fighter, especially with the amount of hormones and drugs we have pumped into him. He’s already taken out two Monitors and several guards.”
Immediately on the alert Sara spun around to face the male. In her mental state she had unintentionally wandered straight over to where the exam table was located. Glancing up her intention was to quickly back off, but the moment she looked at him she was frozen in place. Every cell of her being focused in on what could only be called the most incredible male she had ever seen. Lying on an exam table, which was tilted up at a 45 degree angle, he was strapped down by his feet, ankles, waist, and his head.
Sara couldn’t help notice every inch of his body was hard muscle encased in tanned skin and every inch of that body strained to escape the bonds. The only area remotely covered was his pelvic area and even that was barely a scrap of white material. She had read books, she had seen pictures, she had heard whispers from other Monitors who had been privy to seeing a male of such caliber. Nothing did justice to those words or images to Sara. This man was virile and obviously aroused, she was sure, by whatever cocktail the Gatherer had given him.
Feeling a rare blush creep up to her cheeks Sara had every intention of turning away until she looked into the male’s face. The breath immediately left her as she beheld the most handsome face she had ever seen, which was saying a lot, considering what she had seen before were prime examples in books and on-line programs. Even scowling furiously while he fought to free himself he still was incredible with his thick layered raven black hair and eyes of a multi-hued hazel which seemed to see straight into her soul..
Meeting those eyes, she gasped and the air that had left her lungs rushed in with a vengeance. Her world seemed to upend for a moment in time as the chiseled features of that face registered in her mind. There was no mistaking the strong jaw, the cheeks, the nose, everything that marked this man as one of the mysterious Wilders, the founding family who had rejected BioGen’s requirements. Deep inside she knew she had to do something to save him, but no matter what she did she was damned. Save him and reveal herself, leave him and know he would die.
The fire she had fought to keep deep inside seemed to sense the presence of the man and heat rushed through her system. In a panic, and knowing her eyes were going to change, Sara tried to look away, but something kept her sight glued to the incredible man before her. Coming to her senses she finally managed to lower her gaze but not before the male’s eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed like he had found his own prey to hunt.