Resident Evil Primal Imperative Ch 03

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1.6

Rebecca kept a steady pace, working her arms and legs in rhythm with the speed of the treadmill.

The gym was empty and silent - save for Rebecca and the faint drone of her machine. The young medic had wanted to be alone, even turning down drinks with Jill. Tonight just didn't feel like a time to celebrate.

The debrief had gone by shockingly fast - it seemed that the recovery of Ladybug and whatever intel she had in her possession was all that mattered to the higher-ups. A bitter frown tugged at Rebecca's lips as her legs continued to work beneath her. All the men they lost, BSAA

and

Tricell, and Director Gionne still considered the mission a "wonderful" success.

It just felt...

wrong.

But beyond that, Rebecca had to grapple with the fact that she should have died. A mutated licker would have been the end of her story had it not been for Commander Dalton. Her life had been saved by a smug, unrepentant Tricell mercenary. That troubled her greatly. Which was

stupid!

She

knew

it was stupid! Somehow, the prospect of being in that man's debt was more concerning than the revelation of his

superhuman abilities

.

The sound of the gym doors swinging open shook Rebecca back to reality. What followed were the unmistakable heavy footfalls of Director Gionne's conquering hero.

Speak of the devil...

Rebecca spotted him in the large mirror that took up the back wall of the gym, eyeing her not-so-beloved savior as he drew closer. Even dressed in civvies, Dalton cut a striking figure. Tall, broad, powerful - his sculpted physique was practically

popping

from the confines of his tight, black shirt. The fabric clung to his torso like a second skin, leaving no doubt to just how impressively built he was. Rebecca forced her eyes up to his face. As expected, his handsome face was marred by a smug, irksome grin.

The medic breathed in. Then she pressed a button, making her treadmill slow to a crawl.

Rebecca turned and locked eyes with the man, leveling him with a hard stare. But Dalton was not dissuaded. His green eyes shone with

bold

interest. It was clear: he was

not

going to leave.

"What are you doing here?" Rebecca's voice was cold and accusing as she wiped some sweat from her brow.

"I could ask you the same thing. Do you normally work out alone?" Dalton moved with a cool and confident stride, drawing closer until he stood right beside Rebecca's treadmill. He leaned back against the machine next over, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Rebecca did her best to ignore the fascinating way his forearm muscles tensed under the skin.

She hit another button, stopping the treadmill entirely. With a huff, she stepped off. Even with the extra inches of height the machine provided, Dalton stood taller. But now with her feet flat on the gym floor, the mercenary

loomed

over her. Rebecca bristled, silently damning her own shortness.

"The gym usually isn't this empty. We lost a lot of people, remember?" Rebecca's voice turned sharp as she narrowed her eyes. Dalton was unfazed, his anvil-like chin jutting forth as he tilted his head back.

"I do." Dalton answered calmly, his deep voice rolling over Rebecca like rumbling tank treads. "This is a dangerous job. Everyone on the team, both Tricell and your BSAA boys, knew the risks when they got on that helicopter."

Rebecca bristled again, vexed by the man's supreme arrogance. Even so, she didn't particularly enjoy being so cold. Especially towards the man who saved not only her own life but the life of her dear friend, Jill. But there was something about Dalton, more than his size, more than even his superhuman strength, that made Rebecca feel... uneasy. It was in the way he moved around her, the shine in his eyes, and the faint edge in his voice whenever he spoke to her. Like all it would take was

something

to set him off, to turn him more beast than man.

There were

ideas

coming forth then, swirling at the very edge of Rebecca's mind. The slender medic ignored them, not allowing them purchase in her thoughts for even a moment.

It was Rebecca's turn to cross her arms - though hers were

substantially

less impressive than Dalton's, so any chance of intimidation was negligible. The way his grin seemed to spread, Rebecca knew her displeasure was an amusement at best.

"Easy for you to say." Rebecca shot back, now heated and biting rather than cold and sharp. She nodded derisively towards the taller man, frowning. "You aren't actually

risking

anything. Not when you're...

you!

"

Annoyingly, Rebecca's words seemed to swell the man with pride rather than instill any sort of shame or respect. He pushed off of the treadmill he was leaning against, standing at his full height - more than a head taller than Rebecca. Even without the inches added by his combat boots, Dalton was a

tower

of a man. Rebecca hated having to look up to glare at him, knowing that it would mute any desired effect.

Dalton, of course, clearly delighted in the disparity, silently but obviously lording it over her with his posture and body language. Unshakable confidence colored every little movement, the sort of surety only a supersoldier could have. He stepped closer, leaning his head forward to look down into Rebecca's eyes. The medic stood her ground... but couldn't ignore the damnable coiling in her lower belly.

"And what am I, exactly?" Dalton spoke low and quiet, but also firm like steel.

Rebecca swallowed, breathing in deep through her nose. Her glare remained, unwavering.

"Tricell's attack dog. Their own private supersoldier." She answered in a small but simmering voice. Quiet anger poured from her lips, nastier than she intended. But Dalton was kind of asking for it. "The invincible man... kept on a leash."

She waited for the flash of anger in his emerald eyes... but it never came. Instead, there was... amusement.

Dalton pulled away, leaning back as a laugh rumbled from deep in his chest. Rebecca blinked, finding herself glancing around the empty gym - as if she was afraid Dalton's laugh would draw the ire of onlookers who weren't there. The twisting in her belly grew wild for a moment, joining in tandem with the heat rising in her cheeks.

The man's voice cut through her discomposure, a small mercy.

"That's a good thing for you, no? Them keeping me on leash. Maybe I bite." A charming smile spread beneath devious, hungry eyes.

Rebecca hated the shiver that rolled down her back. Hated how her gym clothes felt clinging to her hot skin. Hated

herself

for the words that spilled from her lips.

"Maybe I do, too."

There was a long silence. Rebecca felt her heart hammering in her chest. She could hardly breathe, her feet rooted to the spot. And Dalton? He just stared.

The man loomed over her, the size disparity between them never more apparent to her than it was right then. His eyes seemed to glow bright like green flame, threatening to burn her up from the inside out. Then... his lips spread into a hungry smile.

"You never said thank you." He finally spoke, his voice slicing through the quiet - right down to the pit of Rebecca's belly.

The shorter woman inhaled sharply, blinking. Her whole body seemed to flinch at his words. She stepped back, narrowing her eyes.

"What?"

"The Licker attack back in Toronto." Dalton clarified. His eyes burned brighter as he took the ground she had just ceded. He uncrossed his arms, letting those thick, powerful limbs fall to his sides. They remained tense, ready to do... something. All Rebecca could do was breathe as the towering mercenary continued on, his deep voice now coming smooth - like the flat of a blade. "I saved your ass back there and you never really thanked me."

For a short moment, anger flared up inside the diminutive medic. She leveled at Dalton a withering, incredulous glare, shaking her head.

"

Thank you.

" She sneered mockingly. "Happy now?"

Once again, infuriatingly so, Rebecca's clear anger didn't instill even an ounce of shame in the man. Dalton chuckled, shaking his head in turn. His laugh rumbled from deep in his chest. Rebecca could practically feel it emanating. The way it rolled through her body, her gut, and lower... She didn't like it. Not one bit.

And the look in Dalton's eyes? She liked it even less.

"We both know that's just not going to cut it, doc."

He gazed down at her, drawing his smoldering eyes over her slender body, drinking her in nice and slow. The merc may as well have been salivating, like Rebecca was some piece of meat. And with her garb being nothing more than gym shorts and a tank top... that was

exactly

how Rebecca felt.

There was a sharp spike of fear then, white hot. A wicked thrum shot through her whole body. But it wasn't because of Dalton or his open lust. It was because of Rebecca herself. Because she

didn't hate it

.

Every second that she allowed

this

to continue brought her a second closer to disaster. Rebecca knew she had to put a stop to it, to just turn around and walk away. But a part of her - the weak, traitorous part of her mind - kept her rooted firmly before Dalton's lecherous gaze.

"I... I could buy you a beer?" She offered lamely, shifting on her feet like some shy, blushing schoolgirl. What the hell was wrong with her?

Another chuckle from Dalton. Another shake of his head.

"Don't think so."

Rebecca took a deep inhale. It didn't do a damn thing to settle her nerves. The young medic wrapped her arms around her bare tummy, a vain attempt to preserve some modesty, to shield her body from Dalton's eyes. All it did was amuse him that much more.

"I'll give you..." Rebecca's mind raced, desperate for something. Anything. "A month of my salary!"

Dalton snorted. Rebecca's heart sank... just as her belly

coiled

.

"That's pocket change compared to what I get from Tricell." The man - the brute - smirked, cocking his head to the side. He knew she didn't have anything. Rebecca could see it in his eyes. He was a beast playing with his food. "I don't want your money, sweetheart. But you already knew that."

Sweetheart.

The word was a vexing hot poker. Not to Rebecca's heart, but to her gut. It stabbed deep and

twisted

. Heat rose up in Rebecca's cheeks... and anger along with it.

She was sick of Dalton. Sick of his stupid smile. Sick of his shiny, emerald eyes. Sick of his stupid, handsome face!

"So what do you want then?" Rebecca stepped up to him, a flash of courage surging through her. She poked a finger into his chest, fuming. "You wanna keep playing games or are you going to grow some balls and

tell me?

"

Rebecca's fire flickered out the instant the last word left her lips. The glimmer in the man's eyes told her the horrible truth: all she had done was goad him on. She wasn't the spunky badass chick standing up to a meathead merc. She was a little rabbit taunting a hungry lion.

Dalton stepped forth into her space, a beastly smile spreading under his darkened eyes.

"I want

you.

"

She'd known from the start just what he'd wanted, what with the way he'd leered at her and Jill during the mission briefing. But to hear him say it out loud, in his low, drawling voice, sent a shiver through Rebecca's slender body. She'd never felt so vulnerable before, not even during the nightmare at the Spencer Mansion. She felt so small in Dalton's shadow, like a prey about to be pounded upon. And the sensation was...

intoxicating.

Rebecca breathed in deep. Then her racing mind settled into a hazy calm. It was like a cloud thickened around her, engulfing her in a fog. She felt a stillness then, a feeling that only came with acceptance.

The truth had been buried deep. All this time, Rebecca had tried to ignore it. But now it was here, dark tendrils twisting and coiling through her insides, spreading in tandem with the wicked heat boiling up from her lower belly - that shameful ache in her core.

"That's... that is... very unprofessional, Mr. Dalton." Her voice came soft and quiet. Small, just like how she felt. Her belly flipped, the tremble rising up into her throat. Rebecca kept her lips closed tight, afraid to let Dalton hear such a pitiful sound from her.

"It's the law of the jungle." Dalton shot back. He gave a short laugh, moving closer. He was inches away, the warmth of his body coming off like invisible steam. "Way I see it, I saved your pretty little ass, so now that pretty little ass is mine. That sounds fair to me."

Rebecca slapped him.

Her nerves unraveled and her hand shot out in a rush of emotion, swiping hard across Dalton's face.

Her hand came back stinging. And the man was unfazed. It was like slapping

concrete

.

Dalton wore an infuriating look then, arrogance and amusement mingling together on his perfect face. Then he laughed, rich and rumbling. The sound shook Rebecca down to her bones, sending her belly into another fit of coiling.

The medic balled her hands into small, tight fists, anger frothing within as her face burned hot. But there was something else, too. More than rage or shame, keeping her from storming away.

"Take a few more swings." Dalton told her, smirking. He leaned forward, offering her a good shot at his chin. "Get it out of your system. I mean it. You can't hurt me, Chambers."

"You... you're a

fucking

bastard, Dalton!"

The man snorted loudly, turning his face down to look her right in the eye. They were so close that their noses nearly brushed together. Rebecca could feel the heat of his breath on her lips.

Lips...

"I'm the fucking bastard who saved your-"

Rebecca kissed him.

She threw her arms around his neck, pushing her little body right up against his, and

kissed

him. She had to get up onto her tiptoes just to be able to reach his mouth with her own, but she did it. She locked lips with the smug, arrogant Tricell supersoldier. The supersoldier that saved her life.

His mouth tasted of black coffee and copper. The bristles of his face stubble were rough against her softer skin. It shouldn't have felt good. But the deep flavor settled on Rebecca's tongue and the heat of his rock hard body poured over her own, so much that Rebecca felt like she was sinking into it. It made her head spin.

Glowing red embers flickered in her belly, the rising heat sending a wickedly pleasant shiver through her muscles and bones. She

moaned

into his mouth.

Then Dalton started to kiss back. And Rebecca Chambers was

lost

, swept away on the rush of sensation and her dark, primal delights.

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1.7

Dalton quickly and eagerly took control of Rebecca's mouth. Their lips mashed together, tasting, devouring. Taking Rebecca's breath away.

With a grunt, Dalton reached down, his thick arms snaking around Rebecca's trim waist. His touch was primal, possessive. With both hands, he cupped her tush. And like she weighed nothing, he

lifted her up

.

Rebecca squeaked into his mouth as he hefted her up towards his chest. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around him, her ankles locking together behind his back. She didn't fight back, keeping her lips locked with his. And so Dalton carried her off. Like she was a war bride. His

prize.

He held her up with ridiculous ease. Of course, Rebecca knew she didn't weigh much to begin with. Plus, there was the enhanced strength Dalton possessed thanks to Tricell. But the medic felt a wicked delight all the same.

The excitement thrummed through her body as they continued to kiss, the pleasant warmth spreading outward from her core like wildfire. The firmness of his body against her own, the heat blazing just beneath his skin, they wormed their way down to the deepest pit of Rebecca's mind, stoking the fires her primitive, base desires.

Rebecca had thought herself a proper, professional woman - if a bit young and fresh-faced. But feeling Dalton's hands roaming over her body, taking claim over her subtle curves, the lushness her femininity offered... She delighted in the solid muscle pressing up against her, thrilled by his raw strength. A voice in the far back of Rebecca's mind questioned why she hadn't surrendered sooner.

Dalton dominated the kiss, taking control of Rebecca's pert lips, swallowing her moans. And she was happy to let him, the slight medic discovered. Every look, every smile, every tease he'd sent her way, it had all been building towards

this.

He wanted her. She'd always known. But now that he'd said it, the floodgates burst open. All of Rebecca's locked down cravings came rushing forth, sweeping her away right along with them.

His tongue swiped against hers, teasing for a duel. Rebecca instead surrendered on the spot, humming happily as the brute of a man took dominion over her mouth. She melted into his arms, letting her weight fall onto his broad chest. She didn't need to carry herself, after all. He was strong enough for both of them.

They kept moving. Dalton ushered them through a set of double doors. Rebecca groaned softly, absently taking note of the change of scenery. They had left the empty gym behind, trading the locale for the empty locker room. Rebecca saw when they finally broke the kiss, gasping. Rows of lockers, all unattended. The toilets and sinks off one way, the wall-length mirror visible through the open archway. And off the other way, the showers.

Dalton set her down onto her feet. Rebecca whined as she slid down his firm chest, squeezing at his shoulders and arms.

Her moment of rest lasted mere seconds. Setting his ravenous green eyes upon her, Dalton's hands followed quickly, descending upon her body again. Rebecca didn't resist as the lustful mercenary stripped her naked.

Her gym shorts, her tank top, her plain bra and panties, they were gone in an instant, peeled away by rough, powerful hands. Scraps of clothing tugged upwards, downwards, slipping away from her lithe body, revealing smooth, fair skin flushed pink with excitement and need. Rebecca even helped in her own disrobing, kicking off her shoes and socks with frantic desperation. She wanted him to touch her.

All

of her.

Not even half a minute had passed before she stood bare and vulnerable under Dalton's wolfish gaze. Fresh, nubile meat, ready and willing for the beast's first bite. But the towering brute didn't take it. At least not immediately. Instead, he simply looked. And he

admired

.

Rebecca shivered then, feeling the cool air roll over her bare skin. Briefly, she had a mind to take stock of her surroundings. Dalton had brought them right next to the open showers, with flat benches lining the sides of the waiting room.

Her eyes danced towards the door they just came through, for a moment fearing that someone would walk in on them. But then she remembered: it was late in the evening and the gym had been empty. A thrill buzzed through Rebecca's heart. There would be no interruptions.

Finally, Dalton decided to touch her, drawing his knuckles over her flat tummy and up towards her breasts. At first it was a tease, slow and tender, but as his hand brushed over her hard, poking nipple, he palmed her breast, groping it. Rebecca gasped, a sudden sharp sound. Her legs buckled slightly in reaction to his grasping hand, his thick fingers sinking into the softness of her bosom.

Dalton's touch was like a blaze over her body, hot and rough. He groped at her tits without shame, like she was his property. It made Rebecca fume, her teeth grit into a tight sneer. But it also made her moan, the sweet sound bubbling up despite her efforts to smother it. She knew she couldn't stop him. She didn't

want

to stop him.