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  Alpha Colony 1: Untamed Hunger

  Cyndi Friberg

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  Untamed Hunger © 2016 Cyndi Friberg

  Edited by Mary Moran

  Cover art by Dar Albert

  Electronic book Publication, May 2016

  Second Edition

  First Edition published using the pseudonym Aubrey Ross, in 2008

  With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author, Cyndi Friberg.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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  Praise for shifter books by Cyndi Friberg

  Therian Priestess

  “Entertaining, adventurous and passionate.”

  ~Nocturne Romance Reads

  Therian Prey

  “Top Pick! I love the series and I was just as enthralled by this instalment.”

  ~Night Owl Reviews

  Therian Promise

  “I love Therians!”

  ~Long and Short Reviews

  Therian Prisoner

  “Guaranteed to heat up any reader.”

  ~Sensual Reads

  Therian Prize

  “Top Pick! The chemistry is scorching….it just keeps getting better and better.”

  ~Night Owl Reviews

  Alpha Colony 1: Untamed Hunger

  Cyndi Friberg

  Major Sasha Young has been stationed at Alpha Colony for the past three years, part of an elite military team assigned to maintain order and resolve conflicts between the shapeshifters. She has watched the hostile “morphs”, secretly fascinated by their predatory grace and animal magnetism. The colonies were established to protect defenseless humans from these genetic anomalies. So why does she feel like the morphs are the ones being victimized?

  Grant Evans, a rare white-tiger shifter, is frustrated and appalled by how little their human keepers understand the average “morph.” After an especially violent altercation between leopard and tiger shifters, he decides it’s time to educate them. He’s had his eye on Sasha ever since she arrived, and introducing the feisty beauty to the full potential of a felidae-morph is going to be his pleasure -- and hers.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter One

  A shrill scream rang out through the crisp autumn night. Sasha jerked her head toward the sound and activated night vision with a precise mental command. Leaves rustled in the breeze and a menu appeared on the right side of her visor: thermo imager, topographical map, data search, com-center. Disregarding each function for the moment, she peered into the darkness, searching the forest for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing moved. Nothing explained the sound.

  “Should we check it out?” Eric stepped up beside her, pulse rifle positioned against his shoulder. Dressed in protective gear similar to hers, the youngest member of her team seemed eager for action.

  She hesitated, continuing her visual search. “We only interfere as a last resort. Their mating rituals can seem savage if you’ve never seen them before.” Another scream changed her mind. “That didn’t sound playful. Come on.”

  They left the path they’d been patrolling and headed deeper into the trees. Leaves crunched under her boots, and snapping twigs echoed through the unnatural stillness. Something was definitely wrong.

  Shutting down night vision, she activated her suit’s illumination. Eric quickly did the same. Often their approach was enough to break up an altercation. The morphs had their own system of justice and the Department of Morphological Affairs, or DOMA, allowed them to resolve their own conflicts as often as possible.

  A feline growl guided her toward the disruption. The responding roar was deeper and louder, a different breed of cat. Director Darman and his cronies could identify the breeds by sound. She was still struggling to sort them out by sight.

  They emerged in a clearing, and Sasha shot three pulses into the air. “Break it up!”

  Tigers and jaguars wrestled in a twisting mass of stripes and spots. Eric flanked her, rifle aimed at the center of the brawl. Blood scented the air, acrid and unmistakable even to her human nose. Beyond the combatants stood a scattering of morphs in human form. Their eyes gleamed in the darkness and excitement twisted their features.

  Sasha discharged her rifle again. “Stand down or I’ll dispatch a riot squad!”

  A pale blur drew her attention to the trees. Leaping between two of the spectators, a massive white tiger bounded into the clearing. Grant. Her pulse kicked up a notch and unwanted flutters erupted in her belly. She’d only seen him in cat form once before, but he was the only white tiger in the colony.

  He announced his presence with a savage roar. The combatants paused, glancing toward the new threat. Grant growled, teeth bared, then let out another roar.

  Cats scattered and observers melted into the shadows, until only three cats remained. A large orange faced off with the white over the motionless body of a jaguar. The tigers circled, heads down, exchanging growls in a menacing language that required no translation.

  The jaguar transitioned into human form as the morph lost consciousness. Shock sent chills down Sasha’s spine. The jaguar was female. She lay on her side, torso rotated toward the ground. Claw marks furrowed her back and her shoulder was obviously dislocated. Her thighs were smeared with blood. That son of a bitch! Transformation repaired all but the most severe wounds. This woman was in serious trouble.

  Sasha activated her com-link and triggered an emergency beacon that would dispatch backup to their location. “Medic to sector five. Jaguar female, condition red.”

  Grant leapt over the female and caught the other tiger by the throat. Shit! Strangulation was a tiger’s favorite tactic, their chosen means to kill.

  “Grant, stand down!” She had to cut through his bloodlust. If he killed, even in retaliation, she’d be forced to shoot. Feral cats must be put down. There was no exception to the rule.

  Tearing off her helmet, she moved closer and shot into the ground. His pale gaze connected with hers and she tried again. “Let go. I’ve got this.”

  An endless moment passed; then she heard the orange cat growl. It required air to make the sound. Grant must have loosened his grip.

  To her astonishment, Grant released his hold and head-butted his opponent in the shoulder. Now that wasn’t a typical tiger move. With a parting growl the orange turned and shot off into the forest.

  Grant swung his head toward her, eyes glowing for a moment as they caught the light coming off her suit. He crouched, a low sound rumbling in the back of his throat.

  She needed names, and an explanation of what had triggered this brawl. Would he transform so she could talk to him? His subtle hints and tidbits of information had proved invaluable down through the years. He had no interest in being an actual informant, but he’d always been willing to cooperate with her investigations.

  The other cats appeared to have retreated into the trees, but she sensed them, waiting beyond the circle of light. She couldn’t put him on the spot, wouldn’t endanger his standing w
ith the others.

  As she knew he would, Grant turned and darted into the darkness.

  “Stay here until the medics arrive,” she told Eric. “I’m going to see if anyone will talk to me.”

  Eric motioned toward the unconscious female. “Was she the reason for the fight or did she just get in the way?”

  “That’s what I hope to find out.”

  Flipping his rifle around, he thrust it through the loops on his back as he moved closer to the victim. “Major, with all due respect, I think it would be wiser if you waited for backup. You shouldn’t be out there alone. It’s too dangerous.”

  “They trust me.” Sasha stowed her rifle as Eric had done and picked up her helmet. She appreciated Eric’s concern, but she’d been stationed at Alpha Colony long enough to know how things worked. Cats didn’t attack humans without provocation, and she had no intention of provoking them. “I’ve worked hard to make sure they don’t perceive me as a threat.”

  Eric made a sound suspiciously like a snort. “They don’t perceive you as a threat because you’re not one. Any of them could rip out your throat before you squeezed the trigger.”

  “And they’d pay for their actions with their life.”

  “You’d still be dead.”

  Compassion warmed his tone, so she didn’t take offense. “It’s my job to investigate, to prevent situations from escalating. This has potential explosion written all over it. The longer I wait, the less chance I have of finding out what this was about. I’ll meet you back at base.” She motioned toward the female with her helmet. “Guard the girl.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” The tension in his response accentuated his objection. Even so, he moved into position as Sasha took off in the general direction of Grant’s departure. She didn’t want to be too obvious. Still, she didn’t want Grant to get away.

  Dreading the result, Sasha deactivated her suit’s illumination. The night closed in around her for a moment before her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Her helmet’s night vision would make her job easier, but Grant wouldn’t approach if he couldn’t see her face. Everyone looked the same behind their visors.

  She moved deeper into the forest, each step careful and quiet. Would he accept her silent invitation? A sudden jolt of fear clenched her stomach and sped her pulse. What if someone else accepted instead?

  Grant wouldn’t hurt her. He might not tell her what she wanted to know, but she’d be safe with him. She couldn’t say the same about many of the other cats. Especially the aggressive orange Grant had challenged.

  Her steps faltered as she reconsidered her strategy. Maybe Eric was right. This was dangerous. Daylight wouldn’t make the situation less risky. Most cats preferred seclusion regardless of the time of day. But another person would… end any hope she had of finding someone who’d actually talk to her.

  Strong fingers closed around her upper arm, and she was yanked into a dense cluster of trees. A large hand covered her mouth, muffling her startled gasp. Even in the moonlight, Grant’s pale blond hair was unmistakable. She exhaled, tilted her head, and stared up into his shimmering eyes. The night concealed their color, but she knew they were powder blue.

  His head lowered, and he inhaled deeply as he urged her back against a tree. Holding her in place with the press of his body, he knocked her helmet to the ground and jerked her rifle out of its holder, tossing it a short distance away. Awareness arced between them, hot and electric.

  “Eric’s right.” His breath caressed her lips, warm and inviting. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

  “I’m not alone.” He’d never touched her before. Their gazes had locked countless times, each knowing what the other was thinking, imagining. Still, he’d always kept his distance, always remained professional. “We need to talk.”

  “You might need to talk. I need… to be inside you.” Even through her protective suit his erection was obvious. He was naked and fully aroused. He needed release from the bloodlust humming through his system.

  His fingers pushed into the hair at the base of her neck. His thumb stroked across her cheek as he stared into her eyes. A moment’s pause was all the warning she got before he pounced. Then his lips ravished hers with ruthless purpose and unquestionable skill. His tongue teased and soothed, easing his way deeper with such tender care that she didn’t realize she was being claimed until he thrust in and out of her mouth, an unmistakable parody of sex.

  She had to stop him, unless she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and take him deep into her body. Excitement tingled down her spine and gathered between her legs, a teasing foreshadowing of the pleasure to come.

  “Will I be your first morph?” He used her braid to urge her head back, then nibbled his way from her chin to her earlobe.

  “You say that as if it’s a foregone conclusion.” She panted, unable to steady her breathing or stop her hips from grinding against his hard body. “Maybe I don’t want to have sex with you.”

  His free hand skimmed over her breast, his thumb effortlessly finding her nipple. “How often do you come with my image in your mind? I think of you so often it feels like we’ve been lovers for years.”

  No matter how much she wanted him, sexual interaction with morphs was strictly prohibited. In fact it could be dangerous. The semen of some morphs was highly toxic to humans. “Grant, this isn’t going to happen. Back off.”

  She kept her hands fisted at her side, refusing to touch him. His sculpted body was a blur in the darkness. Thank God. If he looked half as good as he felt pressed against her, she might damn the consequences and play out her fantasies.

  His lips returned to her mouth, hovering and teasing. “So we won’t have sex. Just touch me and let me touch you.”

  He reached for the clasp at the top of her suit, and she caught his wrist with both hands. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

  Moving his hands to the tree above her head, he closed his eyes while his chest heaved. “I’m not sure I can talk myself down. I’m… crawling out of my skin.”

  Of course he was. The fight had been interrupted. He was locked in the throes of bloodlust.

  A wicked idea took root in her mind. Perhaps she could indulge herself just a little, while helping him out of his predicament. “Turn around.” His eyes opened. His gaze bored into hers for a long moment before he pushed off the tree and complied. She pressed her hands against his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath her palms. “I’ll touch you while you… relieve the pressure.”

  His breath escaped in a ragged hiss as her hands began to stroke. She explored his wide shoulders and combed his long hair with her fingers. He shifted restlessly, his body swaying as her hands swept up and down his sides.

  Desire flowed through her, hot and heavy, pulsing between her thighs. She had dreamed of touching him for so long, imagined all the ways they could pleasure each other. His skin was amazingly warm given the coolness of the night. She rubbed her breasts against his back, wishing she were naked too, wanting nothing between his flesh and hers.

  She pushed her hands down the fronts of his thighs as his hips began a subtle rocking. He was touching himself as she’d suggested, driving himself toward release.

  Her lips settled against his spine, her tongue slowly tasting. Salty, warm, wild, his taste was everything she’d imagined and more. She wanted to kiss her way around and kneel before him, learn how the rest of him tasted. But she couldn’t. It was far too dangerous.

  With a throaty moan, he guided her hand to his cock, curving her fingers against the shaft. She muffled her gasp against his back, wanting to touch him more than anything, yet knowing this crossed the line from fantasy into reality. This was sexual, inexcusable, forbidden.

  His hand covered hers, showing her how hard to grasp and how fast to pump, controlling her movements. Of its own volition, her other hand cupped his balls, needing no urging, accepting the inevitability of what they were doing.

  “Let’s do this right,” he whispered, but his hips kept right on ro
cking. “I want you beneath me. I need to be inside you. This will never satisfy me for long.”

  “Pretend.” She tightened her fingers as her hand slid up and down. “Close your eyes and imagine you’re inside me.” Lord knew her imagination had easily made the transition. She pictured herself on her knees, hands bound behind her back. He held on to her elbows and took her fast and hard, the impact jostling her breasts.

  Her thumb swiped his tip, spreading the liquid gathering there. She waited for the burn, not caring if her skin blistered. This felt incredible. His balls tightened and drew up, yet they remained hot and heavy in her hand. He tossed his head, his loose hair brushing her face, a silken whip heightening her torment.

  He shuddered violently, his shaft twitching against her fingers. A long, low moan escaped his throat as he spilled his seed into the dirt. She continued her firm caress until he relaxed and pulled her hand away.

  Rather than release her, he turned around and drew her hand to his mouth. His lips pressed against the center of her palm; then he gently licked her thumb. “It’s not true, you know. We’re not really toxic. Let’s find some privacy and I’ll prove it to you.”

  His words cut through her sexual haze and the hunger still burning inside her. They were standing in plain sight. Anyone could have stumbled upon them or watched from the shadows. Damn it! She had to be more careful, couldn’t let her body dictate to her mind.

  She needed information, not a frantic tumble in the fallen leaves. And what was with the bondage? Nothing like that had ever tempted her before.

  Clearing her throat, she did her best to sound as if she hadn’t just rubbed against him like a cat in heat while he gleefully stroked himself. “We need to talk.”

  He chuckled and let go of her hand. “You need to talk. I thought we already established what I need.” Without another word, he headed off through the trees.