“Back down, cat, or I will arrange another taste of the prod. You are nothing here. I will keep you for as long as it pleases me and do to you as I wish. You will soon learn to comply—they all do. Your circumstances would improve considerably if you would agree to my wishes.”
The cage bars shook violently.
“Never. I will tear apart any female you place with me. Do you think that I possess compassion, Pic? You will die slowly when my brothers arrive, and arrive they will.”
The doctor, Pic, leaned toward the cage and grinned. “Only a fool would pit the hapless troops of a mythical goddess against the Druik’s weaponry. I know what you are, cat. I will enjoy watching your training. Soon you will kneel before me and do my bidding.”
Beth turned to view the new inmate, his cage only an arm span away. He stood naked, his back rippling with fury, and shook the cage, his massively muscled arms bulging. The laboratory fell silent as if a great storm raged. All faces turned toward the creature and cowered. His anger thundered so violently, Beth expected lightning to shoot from his fingertips at any moment.
As the doctor turned and walked from view a slow, deep growl, sent shivers down her spine. She gripped the bars, her attention fixed on her fellow prisoner’s awesome beauty. Sweat flowed in rivulets between rock-hard muscles bunched across broad shoulders. She licked her lips mesmerized by a single droplet’s hypnotic trail wetting a tantalizing path down his spine to disappear between the cleft in his impressively muscled ass. His long legs quivered and with every delectable movement, taut muscle slid delightfully beneath skin the color of warm honey.
His hair hung in a long, shaggy mane and appeared to glow in every shade of amber. The russet, fire, and sunburst streaks danced like flames in the overhead lights. He turned aggressively to follow the retreating back of his captor and her stomach twisted. His profile resembled a Michelangelo statue, chiseled yet darkly angelic. The lights in the laboratory dimmed, followed by the now-familiar whoosh of the food dispensers. Once again, he shook the cage violently.
“You have been warned, Pic.”
She pressed her cheek against the cold bars and groaned. Dear God, that cage won’t hold him. He’s going to break out of there and kill us all.
As if he read her thoughts, his attention shifted to her. His wild, amber gaze slid over her without compassion. His lips drew back, and he hissed displaying long, white fangs. She recoiled at his cat-like teeth and trembled at the uncontrollable rage reflected in eyes dancing with streaks of liquid fire. His nose wrinkled and he growled in frustration before lowering his voice to a murmur, but she caught every word.
“What is this place?”
In fear for her life, she backed away until cold bars dug into her back. This man was dangerous with a capital D. She stared at him in disbelief, her eyes opening so wide they hurt while her mouth seemed incapable of forming a reply.
He dropped his head, defeated, and took a deep, shuddering breath. Hair streaked with molten gold cascaded over his shoulders and covered his face, sticking in wet strands to his cheeks.
“Do not fear me. My anger is for those who hold us against our will.” A purr rumbled from deep in his chest and he slowly raised his head. His soft, sensuous voice fell over her like a warm hug.
She met his gaze no longer afraid. “I don’t really know where we are, but it’s obvious they’re not letting us out any time soon. I believe we’re a collection of different species for an experiment of sorts.”
“There are many enemies here, Human.” His gaze drifted around the room and he sniffed as if tasting the air. “Would seem we have only one other to our alliance.” He indicated with his chin toward a girl with wings in a nearby cage. “Mayhap the Fae female and us. The others, by the stink clinging to their bodies, are Rams of one herd or another. Have you seen any other Pride brothers?”
“Other males that look like me.” He rolled his eyes as if she should recognize the name.
“Wonderful.” He turned and sank to the floor in one fluid movement. He crossed his long legs, straightened his spine, and faced her. Large hands with long, strong fingers rested on his knees.
Beth watched him in fascination her attention fixated on the massive cock nestling between his legs. Jesus, I need to get a grip, I’m a doctor, not a nymphomaniac.
“Human.” He tapped on the bars to get her attention.
Heat crept into her cheeks and she slowly lifted her gaze to look at his delectably sinful face.
“You have not seen a Pride male before, have you?” He raised one perfect brow and sighed then his eyes slowly changed color from molten amber to pools of amethyst velvet.
Beth blinked in disbelief. “No, I haven’t seen anything like you in my life.”