Twisted Metal Heart (The Deviant Future Book 3)

by Eve Langlais

He would remind her of the kiss.

  She pointed something obvious out to him. “You’re standing.”

  “And what of…Oh.” He looked down. “I didn’t even think of it.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Can I walk do you think?” His organic leg moved. The other didn’t.

  “You’re thinking again.”

  He grumbled. “First time in my life anyone’s accused me of doing that.”

  “Not exactly something you should admit.” She stepped away from him. “Walk.”

  “What if I fall and bust something in the leg?”

  “Don’t fall.”

  “Any other words of advice oh mighty annoying one?” he grumbled, looking sexy and tousled, his jaw unshaven. She’d not shaven it while he was under and rather enjoyed the scruffy appearance of it.

  “Tell you what, if you can walk to me, I’ll let you have another kiss,” was her bold reply.

  “What makes you think I want one?”

  Her lips twitched as she leaned her ass against the desk. “Would you instead walk for chocolate? I brought a piece.” She held it up and waved it.

  “Bribing me with sweets?” His nose wrinkled.

  “What can you be bribed with, Titan?” She hopped onto the desk and crossed her legs then proceeded to pop a piece of chocolate into her mouth, chewed, and closed her eyes in enjoyment. She didn’t have it too often. The price of it was dear. Not to mention the greatest things in life should always be savored, a lesson she’d learned too late.

  Thump, clump. Thump, clump.

  She took her time before opening her eyes to see him almost in front of her, grim determination in his gaze. She held up a piece of chocolate. He snatched it and popped it into his mouth.

  He groaned. Sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

  “Fuck me, I forgot how good that tastes.”

  “More?” she asked, holding up another piece.

  He grabbed it more slowly, but rather than put it into his mouth, he pressed it against her lips. She took the small bite. Before she could chew, he’d closed the distance between them. His hands went to her waist, the fingers on the bionic one digging in a bit hard, but she didn’t flinch. He’d managed to do it.

  Because he wanted something.

  She tilted her head, feeling the chocolate melting in her mouth, saw his face nearing. Closed her eyes just as he kissed her.

  Thoroughly kissed her, stealing some of her chocolate, but she didn’t complain. The feel and touch and taste of him was more than enough to compensate.

  But a kiss wasn’t enough. His bio hand roamed, slipping under her loose shirt to stroke her back, making her shiver. She clutched his shirt tight and wrapped her legs around him, drawing him close enough that he pressed firmly against her.

  She held his shoulders while she embraced his mouth. Felt the strength of him and then shivered in pleasure as his tongue slipped out to play.

  Now was the time to stop the kiss before it went too far. Instead, she found herself grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off, revealing his chest with his ridges of muscle. She pushed at him while keeping her legs locked so he didn’t go too far. She dragged her nails down the smooth flesh, from his defined pectorals to the waistband of his pants.

  She stopped touching him and grabbed her own shirt. “My turn,” she said with a brazen wink. She removed it, and there was something gratifying about the fact he sucked in a breath at the sight of her.

  Under his scorching gaze, her nipples puckered.

  “May I?” he asked huskily.

  “You’d better,” she said, leaning back on the desk.

  Slowly, he leaned in and brushed his jaw across the erect nubs. It sent a frisson through her, and she sighed. “Again.”

  “Demanding.” Not really a complaint since he once more strafed his jaw over tender flesh, making her arch.

  He took the hint. The hot flick of his tongue brought a half gasp. When he circled around the tips, he forced a moan from her. She twisted her fingers through his hair and held on as he took her engorged nipple into his mouth.

  “Yes,” she hissed as he sucked.

  He chuckled, vibrating flesh. Then he bit her. She yelped, but not an unhappy yelp. She’d felt that firm bite right between her legs.

  He got a little rougher with her, and she loved it as he sucked and traced her breasts. She squeezed her legs tighter and tighter around him.

  He ground his lower half against her, but their pants were in the way. That didn’t stop them from rubbing, or the tension from building in her, or her panting as his wet mouth sucked and pulled.

  When he stopped, she whimpered. But she couldn’t argue with the fact her pants came off. When she opened heavy eyelids, she saw him pushing down his own slacks. He was huge and ready. His erection jutted proudly from his body.

  She leaned forward to touch him, but he pushed her back.

  “If you touch me, I’ll come too fast,” he said with a wicked smile as his bio hand grabbed his dick and his thumb smoothed a pearl of liquid over the swollen head. It made her hungry, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

  Could he sense her dwindling control?

  “Spread yourself for me.”

  A command she obeyed, parting her legs, exposing herself for his perusal. He ran a finger against her sex, slipping it between her nether lips.

  He then pulled it up to his mouth and licked it.

  She’d never seen anything hotter.

  Nor wanted anything more when he bent and put that mouth of his on her pussy. He began to lick, and with that first wet stroke of his tongue, she moaned. And then kept moaning as he tortured her in the best kind of way, with small flicks of his tongue against her clit followed by his tongue probing between her lips. Then back to her clit for more licking before he pinched it with his lips.

  She gasped and begged. “Titan.”

  He responded by adding some fingers to the mix. His tongue worked her swollen button while his bio hand stroked her slick folds. One finger penetrated her, long and seeking, then a second.

  “One more. Make it tight,” she begged.

  He growled, a sexy rumbling sound against her mound as he put another finger in and thrust them deep, deep enough that she rocked onto them, panted. His tongue rapidly flicked while his fingers pumped in and out, a teasing stroking that brought on an orgasm.

  But even as she trembled in climax, he kept going. Kept licking and thrusting, rolling her orgasm into another buildup of pressure.

  He replaced his mouth and fingers with the swollen head of his cock. He rubbed it against her damp slit, but she wasn’t in the mood for a slow tease. Her legs went around his waist and locked him in. Thrusting him into her channel for a nice tight squeeze.

  It was eminently gratifying to hear him grunt. And he felt perfect. Big and throbbing, he began to move, sliding his shaft in and out, his tempo increasing in pace with her cries. Yet, she sensed he held back. Only his bio hand gripped her. It didn’t give the impact she wanted.

  “Harder,” she demanded.

  He obliged, angling his hips to piston into her forcefully, his metal hand grabbing hold finally and giving him the grip for solid strokes.

  “Yes. Yes,” she hissed over and over as her pleasure built again, her breath a ragged pant as she met him thrust for thrust.

  “Fuck me,” he grunted, and sweat beaded on his brow.

  “Make me come,” she whispered. “Make me come hard.” She couldn’t have said where the dirty words came from, but they had an effect.

  His thrusts intensified, and she enjoyed the satisfying slap of flesh on flesh, moving in rhythm that had them both racing for climax. She screamed as she orgasmed, wave after wave of bliss quivering her flesh, wringing her so thoroughly she might have been boneless.

  Titan arched and uttered a long groan as he spurted hotly inside her, reminding her too late she’d not taken precaution. And didn’t care as her body sought to come down from the high.

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p; The heaving of their breaths wasn’t loud enough to cover the sudden alarm, a strident whoop that lasted all of ten seconds, long enough to warn of danger.

  He stumbled back at her shove.

  “What’s happening?”

  “We’re under attack.” Riella scrambled for her clothes.

  “By who?”

  She rolled her shoulders as she pulled her top over her head. “An enemy, of course. And before you ask, yes, I am going to fight them. Sure, you can come along and help, but keep in mind I can’t cover your ass. If you go down, you’re on your own.”

  Spoken harshly, more harshly than she intended given what had just happened, and she caught the confusion and even hurt on his face. She turned from him. It was best. What transpired between them was more than she could handle right now, a complication she didn’t need.

  Leaving, she strode quickly to the small room with its many screens. She entered to find Alfred having already zoomed on several video feeds.

  “What’s happening?”

  He said the scariest thing he could have. “They found you.”

  Five

  It took Titan time to follow when Riella ran off, mostly because his new leg wasn’t exactly cooperating. The more he glared at the useless hunk of metal, the heavier it seemed to get, which meant he stumbled and dragged the uncooperative foot.

  Work like a real limb my ass, he grumbled inwardly. He didn’t understand how these bionic things were supposed to work. Flesh couldn’t control metal, although he’d done pretty damned good when he was pleasuring Riella.

  At the time he wasn’t thinking about his alien body parts but about how much he wanted to see her face when she came. It was beautiful. The sight of her parted lips and the sound she made as her body squeezed him…

  Not something he would ever forget. It even had the power to make him hard, which distracted him, just not enough to walk with any kind of grace. He could move after a fashion. Step, stomp, step, stomp. His metal arm hung uselessly, not even swinging in time to his gate. It pulled at the stump by his shoulder, made the harness straps chafe across skin. A reminder it wasn’t a part of him.

  He would be forever broken. Her words and departure made it clear she didn’t need him. Didn’t think he could offer any help.

  Because I’m useless. A drain on resources, according to Alfred.

  Fuck that. He wasn’t a weakling or a coward. Alfred and Riella might think him incapable of helping, but he refused to give up.

  Strength isn’t everything.

  Care to rephrase that? His inner voice replied to his other…fuck, what the hell was happening inside his head? What had she done to him?

  Version two point oh.

  A remark that didn’t make much sense to him.

  He could have sworn his new limbs sighed.

  He reached a door partially ajar and heard voices. Her voice. Would she welcome his presence or tell him to leave?

  The uncertainty killed him. Old Titan would have assumed she’d want his help, walked in, and asked for a task. Or created a job for himself.

  But now he worried he’d be a detriment rather than an asset. Would he get in her way? Could he even defend himself? He might not be able to do much in hand-to-hand combat, but he could still shoot a gun, wield a sword, too, even if awkwardly. And if he went down…

  Well then Alfred could stop pissing and moaning.

  “Damn it. I don’t understand how they made it past the sensors,” Riella grumbled.

  He eavesdropped. Probably not the right thing to do, but he wanted to gather as much information as he could before he walked in. Besides, if she didn’t want him to hear, she would have stopped talking or closed the door because she had to have heard him clomping up the hall.

  “I don’t know how they accomplished the feat,” Alfred replied, sounding grave—but since that was his usual tone, that didn’t mean much. “It is concerning given none of the logs for the motion detectors show so much as a blip.”

  “Either they located a hidden passageway in or someone found a way to bypass my technology.” She sounded more amazed than angry. “I didn’t think they had that kind of talent.”

  “A lot changes in a decade,” Alfred remarked. Implying she’d been gone from the domes a long time.

  Titan chose to make his presence known and pushed open the door. “I take it we have company?”

  She didn’t look back as she asked Alfred, “Are they Enclave or wild ones?”

  He wouldn’t let her shove him away. He would fucking well help or die trying. “Wild what?” Titan asked, moving closer to glance at the screens.

  “Spidus.” She pointed to the screen, and he saw shadows that appeared to have many hairy legs that moved unnaturally, a slithering kind of motion.

  “Looks like a boneless spider,” he remarked.

  “An apt description for the ugly buggers. And mostly harmless. In the wild they usually don’t attack unless you disturb their nest.”

  “So we should be fine.” He frowned. “You don’t sound fine.”

  “Because they shouldn’t be here. The spidus don’t live in this area. Too arid for them. They prefer moist environments.”

  “Could be something flushed them out of their homes.”

  “Or the more likely scenario that they’re scouts for the Enclave.”

  The nonchalant way she said it made him really wonder if she was teasing. “You can’t seriously expect me to believe you can tame those creatures.”

  “Not so much tame as control. Doesn’t take too much of a mental psionic ability. A good trainer can order them to do simple tasks.”

  “A mental what?”

  “I don’t have time to explain. You’ll have to accept these creatures might be controlled.”

  “You think the Enclave sent them after us.”

  “Quite possibly.” She was playing with the screens, and Alfred’s hands moved in almost a blur.

  He heard the shudder and clang of things locking down. “The plan is to hide? Won’t that allow them to surround us? We should fight.”

  “Fighting is probably inevitable, but we should avoid it. A spidus isn’t something fun to tangle with. See, they don’t actually maim or kill things, not quickly at least. They tend to paralyze their victims, bite them with an enzyme to soften the flesh, and then wrap them in a rubbery cocoon to bring back to their lair.”

  “That doesn’t sound fun,” he muttered.

  “It’s also quite deadly because the spidus can squeeze through very tiny apertures and they bring back their pulverized prey with them.”

  “Like putting them in a grinder for ground meat.” He mentally shuddered at the image. “I want to help. Make that I need to help so I don’t feel useless. Do you have a machine gun I can sit behind and fire?”

  “The defense system is automated. And if it works correctly will cover our retreat.”

  “Can we leave now?” Alfred queried.

  “Yes, grab what you can on your way out the door and get down to Burton,” she commanded.

  “Who?” Titan asked.

  “The tank.” She shook her hand. “Less questions, more moving. We have to go. If the spidus delay us, then we won’t be able to avoid any Enclave soldiers that are following close behind them.”

  “You really think they’re coming after us.” He wasn’t so conceited as to believe they were only after him. The installation they were leaving behind appeared valuable.

  “I always assume the Enclave is after me,” she muttered. “And so should you.” She grabbed a satchel and shoved things inside at random and then headed out of the room.

  She didn’t offer to help him, and he would have refused if she did. Titan could only clump-thump behind her, cursing everything at this point, starting with his slowness and the realization that Riella was a little more capable than he’d expected. She didn’t need him, a glaring fact that burned as she acted as if nothing had occurred between them. As if he’d not made her come gloriously on his cock


  It might as well never have happened. While she had no use for him, Titan needed her. He had no idea where he was. She said something about them being underground, spoke of tunnels, and knew of monsters he’d never imagined. She was also much too familiar with the Enclave. How did she know them so well? Titan had never heard of trainers with armies of monsters at the Emerald Enclave’s command.

  She did and, worse, didn’t seem too surprised they were coming. It begged the question, who exactly was Riella?

  Alfred zipped past him, moving faster than usual, but his expression was placid. It still threw Titan off to realize the man preferred wheels to legs. Even dragging, Titan preferred the bionic one he had.

  He heard an engine start just beyond the door at the end of the hall. A growly thing that turned out to be a rugged tank of a vehicle. He entered the big truck and whistled. “This is radioactive.”

  “I assume you mean it’s nice.” Riella patted the slick carapace and tossed him a brief glance over her shoulder. “I call it Burton. He can plow through just about anything.”

  “You bought this?”

  “More like built,” Alfred declared.

  She blushed as she admitted, “Only parts of it. Burton was abandoned and rusting away when I found him. I rehabbed the sections that needed replacing, upgraded others.”

  He heard her use of the word I. “This is impressive.” Thumping closer, he could see the jutting spiral from its nose and the grinding wheels along the back. Not very wide, it had a hatch that flopped down to form a ramp.

  “It would appear they moved faster than expected. They’re here,” Alfred announced as he wheeled inside the vehicle with his arms full.

  Moving to the front of the garage, Riella pressed her ear against the steel door and listened. “It won’t take them long to find a hole.” She turned to Titan and pulled a gun. “Get in the tank.”

  “Aren’t you coming?”

  “In a second. I’m going to cover you.” Implying he was slow.

  The truth didn’t ease the sting. “I don’t need you to cover me. Get in the tank.”

  “You get in the tank. I can make it there quick enough if needed.”

  “I’m not useless,” Titan snapped.