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  Breaking her mates out of imprisonment is not Zoe’s idea of a first date, but then how can you plan meeting three loves of your life?

  Zoe has lived her life knowing what she was and who she was destined for. When her father tells her where to find her long-lost mates, she wastes no time hatching a plan to get to them.

  The Lion set has been captured and when a woman rescues them in a slinky black evening gown that leaves no curves left to the imagination, of course they follow where the mysterious woman leads.

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  Take Me Hard

  Copyright © 2012 Zenina Masters

  ISBN: 978-1-77111-107-2

  Cover art by Martine Jardin

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  Take Me Hard

  Four Ever More Seven

  By

  Zenina Masters

  Chapter One

  Zoe smiled at her group and continued their tour through the ancient archives. The tour guide waved her hands at the walls and showed off the treasures. “The documents held here were donated by twenty races in the time of the two decades of truce.”

  The black evening gown she wore whispered softly as she examined the Horcross documents. To be on the list of donors to the blender project was impressive, even if the species had only offered their contributions as a joke. From what Zoe had learned about her people, they had not expected their genes to stick or even to be mixed with the other races. When their sets had been created, the Horcross blends had been a pleasant surprise, the dominance of their shifting genes had come as a bonus to the warriors that were crafted by a team of researchers.

  The truce had only held for a matter of years after the clone project had provided them with twelve teams of three men. The women had been crafted as a side project, but their creator, Dr. Argent Deveraux, had made one female to match every set of male clones.

  The men had been designed to be sterile with normal women, but the doctor had put in a roundabout means for the clones to reproduce within their own gene set. Zoe Hagerson was one of those roundabout means.

  She walked with a glass of wine in one hand, blending in with the ladies and gentlemen who were here to see this exclusive collection not available to the general public of Gathara.

  Her men were captured on this world. The data she had received from Dr. Deveraux had not steered her wrong yet. As Zoe paced along and looked at all the documents from the clone project, she let a small smile play across her lips.

  “May I ask what you find amusing, lovely lady?” Dorsos Welinak sidled up to her and quickly had a following servant refill her glass.

  The maestro for this gathering was oozing charm. Zoe put a light blush in her cheeks before answering. “It seems like such fuss for a bunch of blenders.”

  “Oh, this was no mere set of clones. These creatures were crafted out of the best that these races had to offer.” Dorsos looked at the collection with a sick lust. “In the intervening years, no researcher has been able to replicate the techniques or success of the project. I have spent a fortune on my own research, but we have had no success creating a viable sample. To be blunt, without the original research team, the blenders won’t blend.”

  She widened her eyes and waved her hand at the wall. “Oh. So these documents…”

  “Are the last of the most advanced research done in this century.” He lowered his voice and brought his head close to hers. “I even have a few samples of the blenders downstairs.”

  She gasped. “How did you get them?”

  He grinned and stroked a finger down her arm. The rest of their group had moved on through the archive without them. “I applied to have them here as peacekeepers but didn’t bother informing them that this is a private planet. They landed and I added them to my private collection.”

  She shivered, more at the casual reference to her set than arousal. “How ingenious. What will you do if they get out?”

  “I have them in the highest security possible. The locks are coded to my DNA and no one can get in without my authorization.” He pressed a kiss to her neck.

  She giggled and mentally counted down. She had five minutes before she would be dragging him, so she had better get her little sedative and mood enhancer earning its purchase price.

  Slipping it into the wine was easy. Her physiology was immune to the sedative and her calm demeanour made him suspect nothing while she sipped at her glass and he mimicked her.

  “Well, I would like to see them. Which set was it? I have heard that a few have settled down and started families. Was it one of those sets?” She bit her lip as he nuzzled her neck. Going through the motions of being interested was difficult for her.

  He smiled and took her hand. “Come, let me show you. I am sure that they would enjoy watching a little entertainment.”

  The black silk of her gown rustled as they took a walk. Her left thigh exposed itself with every step, but her right remained concealed.

  The huge door that blocked the entrance to his menagerie was impressive. He pressed his hand to the plate and licked the small pad that took a saliva sample. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her waist as the door swung open.

  “Oh my. How are your prizes arranged?” Inside the facility, the bubbles of habitats with their living and sentient occupants ranged as far as the eye could see. Each one was arranged like a large park, half a kilometre or more in length and width.

  He smiled and pressed another slobbery kiss to her neck.

  “They are mostly empty right now. I am hoping to get the entire collection.” He laughed.

  Zoe hid her grimace. It was not a nice kind of laugh.

  “Entire collection?”

  “Of blenders and blended beings. The genetically enhanced creatures designed to better our worlds.” Dorsos puffed up with pride.

  “How smart that you are collecting them. What prompted your urge to bring them together?”

  He laughed. “It is quite simple. They are finite. They are all one of a kind and will remain so. What better to collect than living beings that will never breed? They are jewels of technology made flesh. Come and see them.”

  He gripped her hand and tugged her along. Her heels clattered on the metal grating that lined the walkways. With her mind fixed on observing, she noted the wires that ran along the path.

  His sick anticipation continued until she was facing the exterior of the dome that housed her set. “There they are. What do you think?”

  She held her breath and let it out slowly as the three men inside got to their feet and slowly approached the edge of the dome.

  “Don’t get too close. I don’t want them to hurt themselves trying to get to you.” He swayed dramatically and she caught him.

  “How did you get them into the dome?” She whispered it as she held him upright. He was go
ing under quickly.

  “The dome retracts at my command. All I have to do is go and tell the panel to rescind the dome.” He giggled and then his entire body weight was on her.

  She sighed and slowly lowered him to the floor, smiled brightly at her set and waved at the other folk that she passed on the way. Everyone was watching her progress to the panel.

  Zoe removed her right earring and pressed it to the panel lock. It sizzled and popped open.

  She grimaced as she saw the saliva tester, but she had kept her self-control for just this purpose. With the backs of her nails, she scraped off the skin where Dorsos had been licking and sucking. She placed it on the scanner, removed her other earring and pressed it against the mic. Within three seconds, a voice emerged. Rescind the dome.

  The computer’s lights flashed and with a surge of energy, the domes lifted toward the ceiling.

  “Quickly, move. I don’t know how long this will work.” She waved for the folks to leave their cages and when her men were clear, she removed her shoes.

  She pressed her finger to the small node behind her ear and whispered, “T’shnadar, please slice a hole in this building and send the shuttle.”

  In her mind, she heard the response. Of course, Zoe. How many will be joining you? I would like to prepare a meal and quarters for them.

  “Twenty or so. I am unsure of the number. Can you also lay down covering fire while we get to the shuttle?”

  Of course, Zoe. Just tell me what to keep clear.

  “Watch for the explosion. It should be any moment now.”

  Her study of the schematics for the building had been precise. The cliff face was thin on the north side and it was the best place to blow it.

  “Who are you, miss?” One of her set was staring down at her, suspicion in his gold eyes.

  “A friend.”

  One of the other men loomed over her. “Why are you here?”

  “I heard you were in trouble and decided to ride to the rescue.” She shook her head and lifted her shoes, jogging lightly to the wall.

  She raised her hands and slammed them forward, lodging the heels in the brick and mortar.

  Her set had followed her and the others were approaching.

  “Back up, this is going to blow!” She waved them back and took a few steps before her set grabbed her and covered her body on the ground.

  Sighing at their premature actions, she watched the others seek cover before wrestling a hand up to touch her necklace. The shoes exploded and the night air flooded in.

  “How are we going to get out of here? That is a three-hundred-foot drop.” One of her men stood and helped her to her feet.

  She sighed and shook her head. “No wonder he was able to catch you. You really can’t plan ahead, can you?”

  The whirring of her shuttle got everyone’s attention and she smiled. “It will be a tight fit, but after I get on, I will nudge the wing to the wall and hold tight. You can use the wing as the pathway and we will be out of here before Dorsos wakes up and sounds the alarm.”

  One of her men grabbed her arm. “Who are you and why are you doing this?”

  “All questions will be answered in time. First, I have to get you out of here and then you can grill me until you get bored. Now, please excuse me, I have to jump off a cliff.”

  She smiled, twisted away from the grip and took a running jump at her shuttle. Zoe heard shouts behind her and ignored them in favour of leaping through open air to land with a bruising thud on her ship.

  The upper hatch opened and she slithered inside, her gown giving her a frictionless advantage. Once inside, she closed the upper hatch, opened the main door and took the captain’s chair. She wedged the wing as she had promised and then she waited. She opened the com to her ship. “T’shnadar, please start with the covering fire.”

  The bland female voice came through the speakers. “An alarm has been sounded within the facility.”

  “Understood. This was always a possibility.”

  The thud of footfalls on the wing made her smile. Exterior scanners showed that her set was guarding the opening in the wall while the others were evacuating.

  She grumbled silently. Their safety was the reason she was out here. No other beings could have gotten her to go to these lengths.

  The scanners showed a dramatic increase in movement within the facility. The drones just realized that the hive was under attack.

  “Come on, get your butts in gear, idiots.” Her words were a hiss.

  An explosion rocked the facility and that was enough for her men. They scrambled up the wing of the shuttlecraft the moment that the last of the prisoners were on board and she watched the seal indicator with a sense of relief.

  The moment they were inside, she pulled away from the cliff. “T’shnadar, hit the facility with impunity. We are on our way for rendezvous.”

  “Of course, Zoe.” The computer of the star-burning warship was cheerful, polite and loyal above everything else.

  Zoe smiled as she approached her finest creation. T’shnadar was everything she had ever wanted in a companion. She amended her thought, “T’shnadar was everything she had ever wanted in a companion until Zoe went into heat.” Now, her thoughts were on those three men and making them hers.

  A girl had to set goals in life after all.

  Chapter Two

  A masculine body thudded into the navigator seat. “Who are you?”

  She smiled at him while she kept her hands on the controls. “Take a guess.”

  He frowned and shook his head slightly as if there was something teasing him that was just out of reach. “Where are we going?”

  “My ship.”

  “I thought this was your ship.”

  “No, just a shuttle. My ship is in orbit and is laying down covering fire as well as an attack on the facility.” She did a double check on the trajectory of fire and moved up and out of the atmosphere before any of the drones that were flying at her could touch her hull.

  “You are quite the pilot.” His tone was admiring.

  “I get around.”

  She felt his shock as the Solar Knife came into view.

  “That’s a…”

  She grinned with pride as they came in from space-side and slide into the berth waiting for them. She opened the shuttle-wide speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Solar Knife. The host computer is named T’shnadar. Ask her anything and she will try and answer you. I am Zoe Hagerson of Norville Nine and I welcome you to my home.”

  “Hagerson! That is where I know you from. Your family is one of the primary design families in the united worlds.”

  Zoe kept from rolling her eyes by an act of will. “Yes, I am one of those Hagersons. It was how I was able to get past Dorsos. He was only too happy to sleaze all over me in an effort to gain favour with my family.”

  She locked the ship into place and unlocked all hatches. No sense making anyone feel trapped.

  With a sigh, she spoke to her ship. “T’shnadar, please get us underway. I want as much space between us and Gathara as possible.”

  “Of course, Zoe. Congratulations on the success of your mission.”

  “Thank you, T’shnadar. Keep me apprised of any pursuit.”

  “Of course, Zoe.”

  She smiled and gestured for her guests to follow her out of the shuttle. She walked past a few couples, one where the woman had a huge and pregnant belly and she smiled kindly.

  “Everyone, if you come with me, there is plenty of food and clothing for you.” Zoe helped the folks to their feet and noticed the others of her set doing the same.

  Exiting the shuttle, she breathed deeply of the surprisingly fresh air. She designed long-haul warships and they all contained a huge garden with the plants of Norville Nine within. The air was circulated throughout the ship, giving her creations a fresher atmosphere than most warships of the same size.

  “Would you like to see the private quarters or have a tour?”

  Over half of
those rescued wanted private quarters. Her men and six others opted for the tour.

  Zoe smiled and led them down the halls, showing them the colour-coded lines that would take them around the ship. When you designed a warship, you had to be able to find your way around in it, ease of use was paramount. Keeping the Solar Knife for herself had never been in her plans, but she was glad that she had it booked for a shakedown tour when she got the news about the missing blenders.

  Knowing that her set was in danger was all that she needed to know.

  Her father had kept tabs on the lion set, making sure that he always knew where they were in case his daughter decided to find them. There were perks to being wealthy and influential and Tornen had passed those perks along to his daughter, Zoe.

  She had grown up hidden from the public, but well-known behind the scenes. Her father’s talent for design had made them wealthy and her talent for promotion had brought the influence. Together, they were one heck of a team.

  Zoe brought her guests to the quarters that had been prepared for them. “Choose your rooms at random. If a door opens to you, you can take it as your own. There are food dispensers in the dining hall and you have access to any part of the ship but the engines. After you all get some rest, we can discuss where you want to go.”

  Those who wanted some privacy immediately scattered, leaving her alone with her three men and three couples, including the pregnant woman. She walked them to the green space that took up a vast section of the ship.

  “Greetings, everyone. I am Zoe Hagerson. Please feel free to introduce yourself.”

  The pregnant woman smiled, “I am Maasha, this is Liiro.”

  She and her companion’s skin tone was a blend of patterns in dozens of different hues. The skin around their eyes formed masks and was quite striking.

  “Do you need to go in for any medical scans, Maasha?”

  Maasha caressed her belly. “No, I think the little one is fine.”