The Alpha Men's Secret Club 5: Final Capture: A Shockingly Hot BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance by Dawn Steele Page A
Authors: Dawn Steele
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your kind, are you?
RUST: As far as I know, I am.
ALYSSA: We have your parents here with us.
RUST: Then go bother them. They’re a lot chattier.
ALYSSA: None of you just appeared out of thin air.
RUST: I didn’t think we did. I’m not religious and I don’t believe in immaculate conception. I’m sure you came from an egg yourself. One that’s fertilized by a sperm.
ALYSSA: You think you’re being funny.
RUST: I am funny.
ALYSSA: We want to see you transform.
RUST: What will you give me if I do?
ALYSSA: If you collaborate with us, we can make you very rich and famous.
RUST: I’m already rich and famous.
ALYSSA: What is it that you want most in the world right now?
RUST: I want you to disappear.
ALYSSA: Haha. That’s not going to happen.
RUST: (leans back) I can wait. I have a lot of time on my hands.
ALYSSA: Why don’t you just transform and spare us the unnecessary wait? I don’t want to have to ask my colleagues to work on your parents.
RUST: (suddenly silent) Are you threatening me?
ALYSSA: I’m being solicitous of their wellbeing. Your mother, in particular, is fragile. Her bones are a little more brittle. I don’t want any of my colleagues to . . . manhandle her in an attempt to make her transform. Your father, according to his medical records, has a heart condition.
If you collaborate with us, then we mightn’t have to put them through a rigorous process of experimentation. As much as the FBI doesn’t wish them to, accidents do happen.
RUST: (stares at her) You are threatening me. And them.
ALYSSA: (taking in his piercing green-eyed stare) I want to be your friend. The rest is up to you.
2
Rust was in a deepened enclosure. Around him were several guards, all with tranquilizer darts, ready to put him down at a moment’s notice.
Alyssa watched him from behind a fortified two-way mirror. He could not see her, but he faced her anyway. Resolutely. His eyes meeting hers – which had to be a fluke, she convinced herself, because he really had no clue where she was standing.
“Please go ahead,” she said. “We’re ready when you are.”
He began to take his clothes off.
They had given him some normal street clothes, so he wouldn’t feel like a prisoner. He looked damned fine in them. Her breath caught as she watched him unbutton his shirt. He did it nonchalantly, as though it were of no consequence to him. When he finished, he shrugged it off, with the overhead panel lights gleaming on his magnificent body.
Next, he took off his shoes and socks. And then he unbuckled his belt. What a sight he must be to his girlfriend, she thought. He did have a girlfriend, didn’t he? A human one. Some college student he was involved in a scandal with.
Kate Penney.
She would have to pay a visit to Kate Penney soon.
Rust stripped off his boxers. His cock and balls sprang out. He wasn’t tumescent, of course, especially when he was watched over by four men with tranquilizer guns.
Was he sexy?
She found him sexy as hell, against her own conscience.
Alyssa’s dalliances with men were mostly with coworkers. The nights could get lonely in Pakistani bases. She didn’t love the men, and they sure didn’t love her. It was purely sex, the way she liked it.
She wondered how Kate Penney and Rust O’Brien felt about each other. Was it pure sex or were there emotions involved? Could a godlike being such as Rust O’Brien actually have feelings for a mere human being?
Her heart skipped several beats as he began his metamorphosis. She had seen the video that went viral all over the world, courtesy of the reporter, of course. But it was nothing like watching it live.
All his bones remodeled within his flesh, which shifted and compacted as though it were gelatinous. Then he crouched on all fours. Fur sprouted, as did a tail. Orange and black and white fur. His ears became round and his nose lengthened to become a muzzle.
Alyssa breathed. Such things did exist.
She remembered what she asked
RUST: As far as I know, I am.
ALYSSA: We have your parents here with us.
RUST: Then go bother them. They’re a lot chattier.
ALYSSA: None of you just appeared out of thin air.
RUST: I didn’t think we did. I’m not religious and I don’t believe in immaculate conception. I’m sure you came from an egg yourself. One that’s fertilized by a sperm.
ALYSSA: You think you’re being funny.
RUST: I am funny.
ALYSSA: We want to see you transform.
RUST: What will you give me if I do?
ALYSSA: If you collaborate with us, we can make you very rich and famous.
RUST: I’m already rich and famous.
ALYSSA: What is it that you want most in the world right now?
RUST: I want you to disappear.
ALYSSA: Haha. That’s not going to happen.
RUST: (leans back) I can wait. I have a lot of time on my hands.
ALYSSA: Why don’t you just transform and spare us the unnecessary wait? I don’t want to have to ask my colleagues to work on your parents.
RUST: (suddenly silent) Are you threatening me?
ALYSSA: I’m being solicitous of their wellbeing. Your mother, in particular, is fragile. Her bones are a little more brittle. I don’t want any of my colleagues to . . . manhandle her in an attempt to make her transform. Your father, according to his medical records, has a heart condition.
If you collaborate with us, then we mightn’t have to put them through a rigorous process of experimentation. As much as the FBI doesn’t wish them to, accidents do happen.
RUST: (stares at her) You are threatening me. And them.
ALYSSA: (taking in his piercing green-eyed stare) I want to be your friend. The rest is up to you.
2
Rust was in a deepened enclosure. Around him were several guards, all with tranquilizer darts, ready to put him down at a moment’s notice.
Alyssa watched him from behind a fortified two-way mirror. He could not see her, but he faced her anyway. Resolutely. His eyes meeting hers – which had to be a fluke, she convinced herself, because he really had no clue where she was standing.
“Please go ahead,” she said. “We’re ready when you are.”
He began to take his clothes off.
They had given him some normal street clothes, so he wouldn’t feel like a prisoner. He looked damned fine in them. Her breath caught as she watched him unbutton his shirt. He did it nonchalantly, as though it were of no consequence to him. When he finished, he shrugged it off, with the overhead panel lights gleaming on his magnificent body.
Next, he took off his shoes and socks. And then he unbuckled his belt. What a sight he must be to his girlfriend, she thought. He did have a girlfriend, didn’t he? A human one. Some college student he was involved in a scandal with.
Kate Penney.
She would have to pay a visit to Kate Penney soon.
Rust stripped off his boxers. His cock and balls sprang out. He wasn’t tumescent, of course, especially when he was watched over by four men with tranquilizer guns.
Was he sexy?
She found him sexy as hell, against her own conscience.
Alyssa’s dalliances with men were mostly with coworkers. The nights could get lonely in Pakistani bases. She didn’t love the men, and they sure didn’t love her. It was purely sex, the way she liked it.
She wondered how Kate Penney and Rust O’Brien felt about each other. Was it pure sex or were there emotions involved? Could a godlike being such as Rust O’Brien actually have feelings for a mere human being?
Her heart skipped several beats as he began his metamorphosis. She had seen the video that went viral all over the world, courtesy of the reporter, of course. But it was nothing like watching it live.
All his bones remodeled within his flesh, which shifted and compacted as though it were gelatinous. Then he crouched on all fours. Fur sprouted, as did a tail. Orange and black and white fur. His ears became round and his nose lengthened to become a muzzle.
Alyssa breathed. Such things did exist.
She remembered what she asked
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