“I’m sure you have. But we are on a mission and need to be prepared.” He told her.
He was cooling her harder. Pilar knocked back the last of the drink then put her glass down. “Are you prepared Cyborg?” she asked looking up at him again.
“I am functioning at 100%.”
Pilar couldn’t help but do a slow gazed up his body, it was just too good not too. Lingering where she shouldn’t, until she reached his eyes once more. She nodded. “I believe it.” Her mouth watered.
Lion bit back the roar that threatened to explode from him. He struggled to hold onto his possessive roller coaster flowing through him. There was no logic in this. Her scent was strong in the air. Her damp skin just adding to the mix. It was seeping into his very being. Telling his system to filter it out, he felt the need to dominate this female, let her know who was the alpha here. Everything she said and did was a challenge to him. She was used to being in charge. He got that and had no problem with it. But her direct sexual challenge….
That body language telling him she liked what she saw, just pushed all the right buttons. Her heart picked up and she was flushed. The alcohol having taken hold. The reality that she wasn’t fully in charge of her own emotions, cooled his own ardour. That pulled his own back under his control.
The alcohol made her vulnerable. His optic told him he was disappointed in seeing it. Changing the dynamic at play. He would have liked to have spent time with the female, but he recognised that to do so now, would put them both at risk. They’d be no getting to know her right now.
“I will leave you to your drink.” He turned to leave.
What? He was going? Now? She was on board with a little down time! “You don’t have to leave,” she purred.
“It would be wiser for me to go.”
What the hell did he come for then? But boy did he looked hot…... “Wiser? Why?”
She was trying to kill him. Her desire had been strong in the air, it was now tainted with disappointment. She wanted him…. A growl crept up his throat again. The female looked at him…… amused once more. Was she mocking him? It cut through any politeness. Lion took a step forward. Grasping his fists tightly. The need to grab her and pull her to him stronger still. Lion knew he’d reached his limits. They’d be no stopping him then.
“I smell your desire. Its in the air around us. I can taste it female, taste you. Every part of me is telling me to take you. To show you who is the male here. The alcohol masks and interferes with your emotions and responses. I know it and yet, I still want you. Badly. I can tell everything about you. Your weight, your height, your emotions and needs. I know you broke your arm by the way you sometimes hold it. I can read it all. Including your heart rate and your heat. And you want me. More specifically, you want me to fuck you. It would take less than a second to be stripping you. Less than a minute to be buried deep inside you fucking you over that chair. But that wouldn’t be fair to either of us. The alcohol fogs your mind and I cannot allow myself to be compromised like that.”
It was like he’d thrown ice over her. He couldn’t allow himself to be compromised like that. By being with her…. What the hell was so wrong with her? Was that an insult? Everything seemed to move in slow motion as her mind caught up with her body. She tapped down on her own emotions and gave him a slow couple of nods.
“Door’s there. Fuck off.”
“I did not mean to offend you female.”
“Really. Ok. You failed. Get out.”
“I do not think you understand.”
Pilar stood, her Spanish blood rising her chest heaving. Her pain at rejection exploded. “Vete de aquí. Entras aquí y me dices lo que puedo y no puedo hacer. Que no soy lo suficientemente bueno para follar. ¿Quién demonios te crees que eres? ¡Estúpido!”
She took several calming breaths. “I understand plenty dick head. You don’t want to play? Fine. Get the hell out of my room.”
“You are angry. The Spanish, expressive.”
“Grrrr,” she cried out steeling herself. “Stop with the Cyborg logic and get the fuck out.”
Lion wasn’t sure when it was exactly that he’d lost control of the situation. But clearly, he had. The female was upset, he’d done that, and he wasn’t sure why. He turned and engaged the pad and walked out into the corridor making sure the door closed behind him. He stood staring at it. He hadn’t tried to harm her but in some way he had. There was a crash as something hit the door and smashed.
The need to make sure she was safe slammed into him. He requested the visual over his optic. The ship relayed the last images going back to when he left the room. The female appeared to be slightly shaking, then in a burst of speed she rushed over to one of the objects on the table and threw it against the door. Her body language would suggest she felt better for it.
Lion cut the feed. He didn’t understand the logic of breaking the item or what purpose it served. He walked away confusion littered his optic. He had the feeling he’d lost a battle somehow.
Chapter Four
In her frustration, Pilar wasn’t sure if he was dumb, stupid or both! She knew that wasn’t fair, but his words had dug deep. It was a rejection she wasn’t expecting, not guarded against. She was annoyed with herself as much as him. Just the thought of it again made her head start banging. It wasn’t the first time she’d been told that. That she wasn’t worth it. Maybe the sin brandy hadn’t been such a good idea after all….
Walking into the kitchenette she pulled open the cold store and took out some iced water. Cool and crisp, it seemed just what she needed to cool the heat riding her. What was it about that Cyborg that ticked all her boxes? She’d never had this reaction to one before. Sure they were all big and strong. Few were stupid enough to mess with them that was for sure and she couldn’t remember ever seeing one with a woman.
Pilar took her glass and sat down. In all the years she’d been around them, she’d not seen one woman with any of them. Were they gay? She hadn’t thought about it before. Took it for granted that what they’d suffered had limited their ability to connect. Were they? No…., that didn’t make sense. Not for her Cyborgs anyway. Lion’s words……
He’d been pretty graphic about what he could do to her. Pilar smiled and settled back in her chair. O yeah, he was singing her tune…. She knocked back the water. Brain freeze hitting her. Ouch…. Ok that was stupid… She worked the brain freeze from her head with her fingers. If nothing else, they were technically on the same page, right?
Now she wasn’t so sure. Were they? Just words? No follow through? That didn’t seem right either. Cyborgs didn’t say what they didn’t mean. She was thinking too hard and rubbed at her forehead some more. Cyborgs didn’t lie.
What the hell did that all mean anyway? The sleep she’d not had in the past week, apprehensive about this meet suddenly hit her along with the booze. She needed to sleep it off. Start again tomorrow…. Dragging herself to her feet she walked to the bathroom. Freshened up and fell into bed. The mattress was perfect. Whatever the hell it was, it could wait…
***
Reports flowed across his optic as he sat at the helm of his ship. Everything that was happening on board, registered on one diagnostic or another and the data flowed to him. He was connected to the ship on his neuro net. As were his men. They didn’t need to be hardwired in, although they could be if needed. Their neuro nets could make the connection as easily as old school wifi and ethernet. They no longer used such outdated methods of communication between devices. It wasn’t needed. Processors in their brain, worked any new technology immediately they were within range and sensed it. Sending over a million spearhead connections directly to any new system and adapted their response depending on what they were able to achieve or what they found. It was ‘thinking’ software. It evolved to each new situation. The goal always the same. Find everything there was to find.
Rarely did anything require an actual hardwire tap. But if it did, that wasn’t a problem either.
The inf
ormation on his guests updated. One of the Cyborgs was working out. The other on guard duty outside the female’s rooms. The fact that he thought a guard was needed was illogical. The Cyborg would know they did not lie. That they posed no threat to the female. His data told him it was likely it was his duty, that he was likely confused by Lions reactions to the female and this was precautionary. No more. An emotional response flashed red. He didn’t like that either. Another Cyborg taking care of the female. A logical response in a male who thought he might have found his mate? Likely.
Information that the female was now sleeping pushed through all the other information on the ships systems across his optic. His own system’s reaction telling him it was important. That he would want to know it. Did he? Was that important?
His personal computer provided the answer. It wasn’t unexpected. It was logical after all. Yes. To him it was important.
All his data rejigged. The ships data floated into the background of his optic and information on the female and her two Cyborgs were now more prominent in the foreground of his display.
He’d upset her…. Lion didn’t understand the how or why. Being around Morgan for so many years had given him some female insight but this, was beyond that.
He’d simply not wanted her to be compromised when talking with her. The alcohol impeding her reactions and thought processes. To have had those discussions with her then, would have put her at a disadvantage. He knew from his own training in the war years, alcohol was an easy manipulator to get what you wanted from a human. He’d used it many times. Just how many flowed over his optic. So many. Both men and women. He was a predator after all. Skilled with looking for weak spots to gain the advantage. He could have easily done that with the female. But had chosen not too. It had been the right thing to do. This was not war. He’d not been ordered in to find out information at any cost.
The female was fragile. Maybe more than she let on. Similarities to Morgan displayed. It would have been easy to take advantage of her. Used her to gain the information he wanted. Given her what she craved in the heat of the alcohol pulsing through her veins. Heat he’d been able to feel radiating off her body. But it was likely, she’d regret it in the clear light of day as often happens.
In the war years, it mattered not to him. No that he had much of a choice. He’d service the target well, to get what he needed. He’d been trained to be the best. Spent hours delivering every pleasure, ensuring no erogenous zone was neglected, every nerve ending sparking with the need to come until they were begging him for that realise and would give up everything, to have him finish them off. His targets cry’s, on the air in exalted pleasure, as he used his cock riding their bodies or his mouth sucking or licking them to orgasm. Such was the reward for attention to detail. Many not realising how many secrets they let slip passed their lips.
The humans called it ‘pillow talk’. Cyborgs didn’t rest with their targets. And there wasn’t time for sharing pillows. So unless you called using pillows to jack up the ass of the human for a better penetration ‘pillow talk’, it didn’t explain what Cyborgs could do.
Lion’s cock hardened. His balls swelled once more. Images of Pilar naked under him, her hands braced on the headboard kneeling in front of him, his hand gripping the headboard above her while he used the other, to stroke down her back as he fucked her with a punishing rhythm flitted into his optic. Fuck he wanted that…
The knowledge that even in her alcohol haze the female had wanted him to penetrate her. Have him touch her. Bring her to orgasm. Made the images more real. Even with his emotions turned off, he could see the emotional bleed in his stats and felt his own crushing need to be with her. It had been a long time since his body ruled his mind. Not since a newly born youth. It wasn’t hard to see he was losing this battle.
But they’d trained him well. He’d learnt early on not to confused sex with emotion. In what Cyborgs did, sex was simply a tool. Just like he was. And when that became difficult to deal with, they’d cut of his emotions and it became easier. They’d all been at the whims of the Designers on that one. Fuck them or fight them, it all blurred together when getting the job done.
They’d told him it would bring another ‘string to his bow’. He’d not understood the reference. He didn’t use a bow. But had done as he was told. They’d been no doubt that it had been pleasurable learning, unlike most of their other training. The women appeared more than willing but then, Earth Corp lied about many things and who was to say exactly why the women allowed themselves to be used in that way. Going for hours until exhausted.
The Empire had records now that told different story and they knew better than to believe anything Earth Corp had said. It was more likely that the women were being used by Earth Corp in the same way they used everyone else.
Not that he’d had to deal with that since being free. His Commander Morgan, the Admiral, their Head of State or any of the Empire Counselman, never ordered a Cyborg to use sex as a weapon again. Such action was deemed abusive as well as offensive by the Empire. There were many ways Cyborgs could find out information and using sex, didn’t need to be one of them.
He could recall each of the women’s faces with ease. Cyborgs never forgot a thing. Everything they ever did, saw or actioned, was contained in their data banks and could be re-called at any time. In the Designers day, to be used as evidence in one form or another. Now, it was just always there. A constant reminder of who and what they had once been.
Reviewing the history of his life wasn’t productive. Lion pushed it to one side and once more concentrated on the functionality of his ship and his men as the hours crawled to dawn universal time. His shift ended. Handing his command over to Core, he headed to the refectory for sustenance. Cyborgs could function on sin food and nutrients if they had to, but it was harder to keep in peek condition. They needed protein, a lot of it. It was the one thing Earth Corp didn’t skimp on. They soon realised Cyborgs needed it to build muscle and keep it. Otherwise, the nano’s burnt through the muscle to keep their organs going. That led to a whole lot of other problems Cyborgs didn’t need. Systems became flawed, organs crashed. The answer was simple. Give them what they needed.
Seeing no steaks in the chiller cabinet, he opened the walk-in freezer that took up half of the loading bay behind it and unloaded a case into the chiller. It would feed them all for the day. Large tomahawks, sirloins, ribeyes stacked together. Most Cyborgs would get through two a day doubling it up with eggs and pancakes for breakfast. Jacket potatoes, veg, salad, more eggs if wanted later in the day. And plenty of bread. If he wanted the exact amounts, he needed to replenish his system, it could tell him. But he rarely used that. Like most of his kind, he had a routine that worked for him and tweaked it when he needed to.
He put a tomahawk in the replicator and asked for it to defrost it, then sear and heat it. Taking twenty eggs from the chiller, he griddled them, adding some veggies, spices and cheese. The replicator pinged when ready. The aroma of cooked meat filled the room. Lions stomach rumbled. Taking the plate out, he added some of the eggs and left the rest in the warmer and cut three large slices of bread to go with it. A mug of real coffee finished off his breakfast.
He sat and started to eat. The food just right. The scent of the female reached him before she did. She came slowly into the room, shielding her eyes. Spying him she sighed.
“Lights half.” He told the computer. The lights dimmed.
“Thank god, I need coffee. Then food.”
Lion tried not to smile. She was hung over... He pointed to the chair opposite him. “Sit.”
She didn’t argue and came his way. Lion went back to the warmer and loaded eggs onto a plate with some bread and poured a coffee for her. Placing it under her nose, he went back for jug of iced water and a glass, taking an injector of pain meds from the cabinet before taking it all back to the table and his own seat again.
“The meds will help, as will the water.” She nodded and injected, then drank two glasses of w
ater.
Her head fell over the coffee. “That smells so good. I’ll just sit and absorb it for a while.” Lion hid a smile, cut into his steak, added the eggs and carried on eating. She looked at his plate from under her fringe. “You going to eat all that?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.” She picked her coffee up and took a tentative sip. Her moan of delight went straight to his groin. He had a raging hard on all night since the images of fucking her on that bed had entered his head. Putting the coffee down she tried the eggs. “O My Fucking God.” She told him nodding and swallowing, looking up at him. “You can cook?”
“Yes.”
Grabbing her knife and fork she dug in. Swopped out the bread for the eggs, the coffee for the bread until it was all gone on a very satisfied sigh.
Lion continued to eat his. She pointed at her plate. “That was good. What’s the steak like? It real?”
“Yes. Very good.” He cut her piece and placed it on her plate. Lion nodded at it. “Try it. It’s from one of our contracted worlds.”
He watched her cut the piece in half and pop it in her mouth. She chewed twice. “Holy shit, that’s amazing. You have access to cow beef? As in milk?” she asked around the chewing then swallowed it, following it up with the second piece.
“We do, want some more?” he asked.
It was some of the best meat she’d ever had. She eyed the meat with envy. Then shook her head. She’d save that for later. “No, but I want that milk anyway I can get it.” She drank the rest of her coffee then got up and refilled it feeling better. Turning to Lion. “Need a refill?”
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