Mating Fever(10)

I ignored him, for now. For years I’d dreamed of finding a soft, willing female to claim. Clearly the Fever was clouding my judgment, but now was not the time to argue with my beast.

I was too far away to recognize her voice. I had no idea who she was, but my beast apparently did. He wanted her, the Mating Fever boiling through me with renewed vigor as my cock grew hard and uncomfortable beneath my armor.

And she was taunting them, drawing one of them up to her. Why? Had she hit her head? Was she delusional? Hallucinating? Just plain insane?

These strange Hive moved closer to the base of the rock wall—of course—and the beast followed silently, stalking the nearest of the three like a true predator. I forced my mind to think, to work past the protective instinct raging in my beast’s form. I’d never dealt with this kind of lust or protective instinct in battle before. Yes, I wanted to keep my unit, and those we’d been sent in to protect, safe, but this was different. A rage so hot it moved through me like slow boiling tar. This was my beast staking a claim, eliminating any threat to his mate.

She was mine.

Something darker, deeper, and much stronger than I’d ever known settled around me like a blanket of solid ice. Rage and bluster were mindless emotions. This need to kill the Hive before me was not mindless, it was cold, calculating and very deliberate. They had to die. They wanted her and I would not let them touch her. She was mine. Covered head to toe in full body armor, clinging like an insect to the side of the cliffs. Strong. Brave. Aggressive. Mine. Still mine.

Above me, the human had nearly reached the cave entrance, and safety from the Hive weapons. Although, they simply stood staring up at her as if she were a curiosity. They weren’t firing, and I had no explanation as to why they would spare this human. Why they would not fire and force their enemy to fall? They could heal and regenerate almost any wound from their captives. No doubt they could heal injuries from a fall, even from such a height to hard rock. They’d simply transport her to a ReGen Pod and heal her fragile human body before integration would begin. So, why allow this human to run? Why stalk her and hunt her as if they wanted her alive and well?

The Hive only ever cared about alive.

I studied the Hive as I drew nearer, my curiosity growing with each silent step. There were three, as always, but I’d never seen three such as these.

The leader stood in the center, nearly two feet taller than his companions, nearly as large as me. All three were covered completely in a strange silver-and-graphite armor unlike anything I’d ever seen before. The trio faced away from me, so I could not see if their eyes were silver, but their skin was smooth as still water and a deep, dark blue. On all three of their heads were strange helmets, the geometry and design like I’d never seen before. But the oddest of all, the devices had a peculiar extension protruding from the back, near the base of their skulls, a curved device that looked like—no.

That wasn’t possible.

The leader leapt, his body covering half the distance to the cave with one jump as his hands and feet found purchase in the side of the rocks. He began to climb.

The woman disappeared inside the cave and the Hive leader scrambled toward her with renewed vigor, as if afraid she might get away.

When the second blue-skinned Hive leapt as well, I could not afford to wait.

Rushing forward, my beast roared as I ripped the head from the shoulders of the Hive still standing on the ground. His blood coated my hands, a thick, sticky, black sludge I’d never encountered before.

The Hive were, for the most part, integrated biological units from the known worlds. Prillon Prime. Everis. Trion and hundreds of other worlds.

None bled black.

When the first Hive slumped to the ground, the second, alerted by some odd connection between them, stopped his climb to look down at me.

The leader halted as well and they looked at one another before the leader nodded his head, as if giving a command—or permission—and the closer Hive jumped to the ground to confront me.

Another oddity. The Hive did not follow orders in such a manner and none of them were ever in command. Their orders came from their centralized intelligence and decision-making centers, and those were never risked on the battlefield.

He landed before me, light on his feet, and stood. “Leave us, Warlord.”

What the fuck was going on here? The Hive’s voice sounded…normal. Like any other man’s I knew. No stilted language. No odd cadence nor computerized monotone. He sounded…unique. Individual.

And that was not Hive.

My beast didn’t give a fuck what this blue man in his silver armor was or was not as the leader moved once more, drawing nearer and nearer to the cave’s entrance, and the female he’d decided was his. The beast wanted to rip this man to shreds and get on with it.