Savage Hunger (Project Nemesis) by Celeste Anwar Page A

push inside.
    The moment her lips parted beneath the head of his dick, he was lost.  He dragged her down against him, ramming inside her. Wet velvet closed around his thick member.  A glorious sensation cupped his shaft, and he felt wetness dripping down his balls, stoking the fire in his blood.
    He lifted her up, bringing her hard down on his dick.  She screamed and bucked against him, writhing her stomach to rub her little clit against his hair roughened groin.
    God help him, he couldn’t stop once he’d gotten inside.  Her slick channel gripped him, clenching and unclenching until it got tighter and tighter with each driving motion.
    He fucked her like a man possessed, driven to the urge to spill his seed deep within her womb.  There was nothing but the nagging pleasure increasing his tempo, her little cries of pleasure as he roughed her sweet pussy.
    Her ass flexed in his hands, her body was supple and willing.  She kissed his mouth, nibbling his lips and silently begging for more.  She wanted all of him, hard and fast and wild, and he was compelled to give it to her.
    Senses were lost in the flood of pleasure.  She cried out, and he could feel the tremors of her orgasm on his sensitive cock.  It pushed him over the edge.  He pumped hard and fast, impaling her again and again, spilling himself inside her before he realized what he was doing and moved to get away.
    She locked her legs around him, disallowing escape, drinking every bit of his cum with her pussy until he had nothing left to give and every bone and muscle in his body felt like jelly.
    “That was so good,” she murmured, easing her legs down his hips and letting him drop her back into the water.
    “I’ve lost my god damned mind,” he said, dragging his hand over his eyes as if he could erase what he’d done.  “They are going to kill me when they find out what we’ve done.”
    “How would they know,” she said, stiffening and looking worried.
    “They’re going to know.  They’ll smell me all over you, you all over me.  There won’t be any hiding this.  Fuck, I hope I haven’t infected you.”
    The moment he uttered the words, he wished he hadn’t.  All the blood seemed to drain from her face.
    They would know in a few hours whether she’d be condemned to their fate or not.
    Lucas had just fucked up everything.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    “They’ve collected the dead locals and our dead men without incident or alerting the local militia to their movements, but it appears the escapees have split into multiple groups.  They’re exhibiting a pack mentality,” Captain Davis said into the satellite phone, watching his men struggle to load body bags onto the ship.
    Everyone had been spooked when they discovered the silver tipped bullets they’d been assured were effective in cutting down the animals, did not perform as promised.
    “Do you know what this means?” Dr. Wagner said on the other end of the line.
    “No.  What’s that, Doctor?” Capt. Davis said, motioning his men to finish and quickly.
    “It means they’ll be trying to breed soon.  It’s only natural.  I think you’ll have to get in touch with local militia if you can’t get a handle on this soon.  I don’t want an international incident.  It will bring us more attention than we want right now.  Tell them their prison escapees, mass murderers if you have to, whatever you need to get them on your side.”
    Captain Davis sighed.  His Spanish and Portuguese were rusty, but he thought he could manage if he had to.  He was pretty sure some of the men were bilingual and could be split off into multiple groups.  They had the special tranquilizers now.  It shouldn’t be a problem to take them down, and it was better than murdering the escapees right in front of militia men.  “All right.  They’ve been moving from fishing village to fishing village and keeping to the coast.  I think if we get the local militia to help, we can cut off their