Drugs injecting into her veins.

I fisted the linen on my mattress as a louder, more desperate moan tore from her lips. This time the mona’s back arched and, even in this dim light, I could see her nipples erect as they pushed against the fabric.

My jaw ached from the strain, my dick pushing against my black pants. But I stayed still. I wouldn’t move. I wouldn’t submit to Master’s plan.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t give him the final part of my will.

Movement from the hallway caught my attention, and a guard called out, “You better fuck her, 901. The only way to make her stop is to spill inside her.”

I growled, low and threatening, but the guard moved away, leaving me alone with her again. When I looked back her way, her eyes were open. Her pupils were blown, and she looked right at me. Her wide eyes, leaden with lust and need, seared mine as she cried out, her hands moving to cup her full tits.

I couldn’t stop the groan from leaving my throat at the sight of her writhing on the floor. But I kept strong. It would pass. Her need would pass. I’d resist.

But the minutes ticked by and her need grew stronger. The mona writhed on the floor more and more. Her cries increased. They grew so pained and loud that I rose from the bed and slammed my fists against the metal bars. “Get her the fuck out!” I roared to the guards I knew were close, when I couldn’t take it anymore.

But no one came. Then I heard the hissing sound again, and every muscle in my body tensed when the mona paused in breathing, then screamed so loud that I flinched at the pain in her cries.

Moving back, I charged the metal bars with my shoulder, hearing them groan from the force. This time a guard turned with his gun held high. “Get back,” he ordered. I bared my teeth.

“Take her away!” I repeated, and wrapped my hands around the bars. I held them so tightly that my fingers ached and the veins in my muscles corded at the strain. “Remove her from here,” I threatened.

The guard flicked his gun at me, then lowered it to lean forward and order, “Screw her. I can’t stand her wailing anymore. Master gave her to you, so take her and shut the bitch up!”

The guard walked away, and I screamed, “Get back here!” but I heard the sound of a door closing and I knew he’d left us alone.

The mona screamed out again, and I closed my eyes, lowering my forehead to the bar. The cold metal cooled my burning skin, but my cock was still hard and testing my restraint.

When she cried out again, I held back a roar.

“You need to help her,” a deep voice called from across the hallway. Opening my eyes, I peered over to 667’s cell and saw him at his cell door. When I met his eyes, he said, “She needs your release. This will only get worse if you don’t.”

“I won’t,” I snarled, anger lacing each word. “I won’t bow to Master’s games.”

“She won’t stop,” he repeated. I glared at him. 667 was broad with shoulder-length dark-blond hair. His blue eyes stayed fixed on mine and he said, “She’s in pain.” He shook his head when I didn’t move. “You remember all the drugs we were given as children? How they made us ache and scream in pain?” He pointed to my cell. “That’s what she’s feeling now.”

I lowered my gaze, and he continued, “My mona feels it every night, so I care for her. I don’t let the pain get to her.”

“I won’t do it,” I bit as she cried out. I risked a glance behind and saw her pressing her hand against her pussy. The sight sent the ache in my dick soaring. But it wasn’t right. I didn’t want her, she didn’t want me. I wouldn’t take her because of some damn drug that she was forced to take.

Turning back to stare out into the hallway, 667 said, “Is she breaking out in a sweat?”

I frowned at his question. I didn’t want to care if she was, but no matter how much I tried to block out her cries, I couldn’t. When I couldn’t see from my place by the cell door, I turned and edged closer. As I moved, her dilated eyes fixed on mine and I caught her flushed face—it was dripping with sweat. She had a fever, her skin was red from the heat.

“Is she?” 667 asked.

I roughly replied, “Yes.” I gripped the cell bars again and closed my eyes. I tried to breathe in the dry clogged air from the hallway, but the mona’s enticing smell filled my lungs and nose.

I cursed inside.

“Listen to me,” 667 demanded. I glared at his strict command. My lips curled, but he didn’t care. “You need to take her,” he said calmly. “If she has broken out in sweat, it means that the drugs are too strong for her body to cope with.” He paused. Then making sure he got his point across, he added, “Some monas have died if their host males refused them.”

My stomach sliced in two at that, but disguising my reaction, I said, “Then she can die.”

667’s face dropped. He hit his hand against the bars and hissed, “If I could get out of here, I’d do it myself.” His faced flushed with anger, and he added, “Then I’d kill you.” He jabbed his finger through the bars of the cell and bit out, “That female is as much a prisoner as us.” He spat on the hallway floor and said, “You may be the champion, but you are not a brother to any of us. I hope Master slaughters you slowly and painfully.”

With that, he moved from his cell door, and I closed my eyes in frustration as the mona’s cries became so fast that she barely took a breath in between. Unable to stand here anymore, I turned and began to pace the floor before her. My hands were balled into fists at my sides.

I allowed myself to look to the female writhing on the floor and the sweat dripping from her forehead. Her skin was pale and her hands were shaking. Then my heart almost stopped when she began convulsing, a pained scream almost deafening me.

I caught frustrated shouting from the hallway and knew that my refusal to take her wasn’t infuriating only 667. The other males nearby also were beginning to react to her cries.

I stopped dead, warring with what to do, when the female suddenly went silent. My gaze shot to hers. She was staring at me blankly, panting for breath. Then she held out her shaking arm and whispered, “Help me … please…”

Her soft voice was weak and hoarse. I squeezed my eyes shut at the desperation in her voice. My resolve weakened when I saw her beautiful face staring at me with such hope.

In a second, I knew Master’s plan had worked. As cold a bastard as I knew I was, I couldn’t stand seeing her so pained and weak.

I wouldn’t be the cause of her death.

Slowly, and in measured steps, I approached where she lay. I bit my tongue in frustration, when a hissing sound broke through the calm and more of the drug was injected into her veins.

A new kind of cry slipped from her full lips, one so agonized it caused me to immediately drop by her side. My huge body towered over her. I had no idea what to do next. That wasn’t a problem for long, as the mona reached for my hand and brought it straight between her legs.

She moaned again, but this time there was a hint of relief in her cry as my fingers met her wetness. I swallowed at the feel of her warmth under my fingers.

Letting her guide my hand, she pushed my fingers back and forth along her lips, her hips bucking as I passed over a certain spot. My teeth gritted at the sight of her eyes fluttering closed at my touch.

My blood ran hot as my dick throbbed in my pants. The female moaned and, going on instinct, I plunged my fingers into her channel, feeling the tightness wrap around them.

152 screamed out and gripped my wrist, guiding the movement of my fingers in faster and faster, until I was breathless. With my free hand I reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. My fist ran up and down its hard length.

I growled low at the simultaneous feel of the female’s wet heat and my hand on my cock. I tried to keep tight hold of my control, but when the female arched her back high and spread her legs wide, all of my treasured control snapped apart.

Pulling my fingers from within her, I released my cock and shifted above where she lay. I groaned at how perfect she looked beneath me. When she arched again, I reached for the fabric of her dress and, with my hands on the neckline, used my strength to rip it in two. When the mona’s bare skin came into view, waiting for my dick, I moved forward until my chest met her tits, skin to skin, heat to heat.