Science Fiction Romance: Biomechanical Hearts (Space Sci-Fi Love Triangle) (New Adult Paranormal Fantasy)

by Olivia Myers

  Pulling my head back, I watched her again, pushing up to meet her hips as we settled into a steady rhythm. I could feel myself tensing, feel my body melting into hers and becoming one. This was definitely fucking, but it was so intimate, so passionate, so far from what I’d known before. I began to pick up my pace, pushing into her harder, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate my thick length. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and, as I leaned forward to press my head into her shoulder, pulling her further onto me, I knew I didn’t want to last much longer, because as soon as this was over, we could do it again.

  Her hand was even busier under her robe now, and I felt her pussy begin to clench again; I guessed my oral work had gotten her good and worked up, and now I was getting the benefits.

  I didn’t have to look at her to know she’d come; her body convulsed against me. She emitted an uncontrollable series of moans and groans as her pussy grasped at my cock. And that was all I needed to push me over the edge. My cock stiffened and my balls tingled for a moment before I reached my climax, both of us pushing into each other hard, as if we never wanted to let go.

  By the time we fell apart, hair plastered to our foreheads, panting heavily, I knew that I wanted to be with this girl. That was a sexual connection the likes of which I’d never felt before, and it matched with the way our minds seemed to click into place like they were made for each other. As we rested against each other, our breaths still ragged, I intertwined my fingers with hers, pulling her close so that our bodies were wrapped around each other. This just felt right, as if we were built to go together. This would eventually take some explaining to the boss man, but whatever I had to give up for her, it would be worth it.

  Eventually, she lifted her head from my chest and pressed her lips against mine, grinning that secret grin. Then she pulled back, looked at me, and spoke:

  “Again?”

  It was all the encouragement I needed.

  ***

  The next few weeks passed by in a blur. Lindsay and I locked ourselves in her apartment, only leaving for work and classes, spending all our time with each other. Most of it was spent in bed, curled up in each other’s arms, or fucking like animals, enjoying that brilliant, humming sexual chemistry that just didn’t seem to want to go away. Sure the forbidden-fruit angle was a part of it, but I actually liked this girl. Hell, maybe I actually loved this girl. I’d never felt the kind of dizzying happiness I felt when I was around her, the kind of thing that left me with a big, dopey grin on my face every time she smiled at me in the mirror while she put her make-up on.

  We did a pretty good job of covering it up, those first few weeks. I went to work and hung out with the pack as usual, and no one bothered to ask about my love life. We tended to keep the personal separate from our pack lives, anyway, so it was easy not to blurt out any mention of this incredible girl I was seeing, and that we’d fucked then ordered Chinese food to eat in front of old episodes of Frasier before I’d come out to be with them.

  Despite the fact that things were going so well, there was a nagging worry at the back of my mind the whole time I was with Lindsay. Unlike her father, she wasn’t a shifter. She hadn’t inherited the gene. She knew everything about shifting, as her father had been open about it from the start, but she had no interest in becoming one herself. It was difficult knowing that there was this huge part of my life that I could never fully share with her, and I was frightened that one little bite or scratch would be all it would take for Lindsay to be scarred for good. I didn’t want to inflict this life on her, especially if she had already rejected being a part of it. I knew we would find a way to work around it, but it still worried me, the thought of how I would feel if I destroyed her life like that. I sometimes wonder now if it was that panic that led me to do what I did.

  If I hadn’t thought about it at all, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up having it playing on my mind the night that it…happened. No matter how she feels about it now, that will never be something I can get out of my head. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if I’d been better at controlling myself.

  We were screwing in her kitchen. We’d intended to start clearing up plates, but she’d been standing there all flirty in her short shorts and pigtails, so I spun her around and fucked her over the counter, a short, sharp, hard thing that came with more than a few spanks on the ass. It was the kind of rough sex where your brain disengages, your mind completely taken over with the pursuit of orgasm. So when I heard her gasp “bite me,” I complied, leaning forward and sinking my teeth into her shoulder, hard. She gave a high-pitched moan, and we both came in an instant, our bodies tightening against each other.

  And then we realized what had happened.

  Lindsay turned around, her eyes wide. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t—”

  I interrupted her, terrified at the thought of what I’d just done. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s my fault.” I ran my hands through my hair. “Jesus, I knew this would happen. I knew I’d find some way to ruin your life.” My heart was pounding. Had I just completely screwed up the life of the woman I was falling in love with, just because I hadn’t been able to turn her down?

  “Kellan, Kellan, it’s okay,” She placed a hand on my chest, trying to soothe me. “It’s so unlikely to pass the shifting on when you’re not in wolf form, so we’ll probably—”

  “It’s not about the probablys!” I exploded, pushing her hand off me. “It’s about the fact that I can’t control myself around you, and this is just the first of many times that you’re going to wind up in danger around me!”

  She stepped away from me, looking angry. “Look, if you’re going to treat me like some breakable little doll who can’t take care of herself, then you need to grow up and face the twenty-first century.”

  “It’s not that I think you can’t take care of yourself, it’s that you don’t know how to take care of yourself around a werewolf like me!” I couldn’t believe I’d let things get this out of control. My mind was spinning. What would her father think? How could we be certain one way or the other whether she’d contracted the virus?

  “I’ve been around shifters my entire life, Kellan, and you know it. Don’t think you’re special just because you’re the first shifter to fuck me.” She snapped back, turning away. “I’m fine. I’ll check it out tomorrow, and I guarantee you that nothing will come of this.”

  “You can’t know that!”

  “What if I don’t care?” Lindsay turned to face me square on, looking me straight in the eyes. “What if I’ve fallen for you and I want to share that part of your life? What about that?”

  “Then you tell me that you’ve made that decision, instead of springing it on me while I’m fucking you!” I was still trying to process the fact that she’d said she’d fallen for me. So she felt the same way I did? And that was why she was doing this?

  She stepped away from me, shaking her head. “Look, if you want to keep me and that part of your life separate, I understand, but you don’t need to protect me from it. I can make my own decisions, and I don’t need you there to supervise me.”

  “Maybe you just shouldn’t be around shifters if you’re going to treat them like your own personal way into the pack!” I snapped back.

  There was a pause, then Lindsay gestured to the door. “Out.”

  “What?”

  “Out. I need time to think. And I can’t do that around you right now.” She was serious. I backed away, gathering my clothes. We couldn’t be breaking up. Not when I’d just found the one woman who I seriously thought I might be in love with.

  “When do I get to see you again?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

  “I don’t know. I’ve got a bunch of thinking to do.”

  Yanking on my clothes, I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. I had no idea how to process what had just gone down, but I didn’t like it, and I didn’t want it to stick. But she needed her space, and I had to give that to her. So I looked at her again, wantin
g to plead with her to let me stay. Her eyes refused to move from a spot on the counter.

  I left. I didn’t know when I would come back. If ever.

  ***

  The next few days passed by in a haze. And not the good kind, not the kind I’d shared with Lindsay for the past few weeks. No, the kind of haze where I couldn’t really take anything on, or focus on what the guys in the pack were saying to me. My heart hurt. I knew I had some serious feelings for this girl, but I had to go and blow it by trying to be her dad, not her boyfriend.

  But then, I argued with myself, she had borderline tricked me into doing something she knew I wouldn’t normally do. And that felt unfair. But whatever our reasons for taking this break from each other, it hurt like hell. I found myself constantly wondering if she was thinking about me the same way. She was probably still fuming.

  The hardest part was not having anyone to talk to. Obviously I couldn’t talk to the guys in the pack about it, because they couldn’t know it was her I’d been fucking all these weeks. Besides, most of them would never even dream of dating a non-shifter. And I couldn’t talk to my normal friends about it, because then I’d be giving away the fact that, ya know, I was a fucking werewolf. I was trapped with my feelings, unable to voice them to anyone. It was tough. It was really tough. I’d been through break-ups before, but this was unlike anything else. Usually I was the one walking away, not the one being asked to leave. And I had never felt this strongly about anyone before. It wasn’t just the sex I missed, but our conversations, our hours spent whiling away the time watching shitty sitcom reruns on her couch, gorging on takeaway food with her legs resting on my lap. Those were the parts I missed the most.

  It was exactly three weeks to the day we last saw each other that it happened. On top of all my mopey heartbreak, I’d also been plagued with the worry that I’d turned her into a shifter. She was right, it was extremely rare to pass on the virus like that, and chances were that she was fine. But still, I kept on replaying the possibility in my mind. What would happen if she was a shifter now? Would she be angry at me? Would she hold it against me for the rest of my life? Would the pack discover it was my fault and throw me out? Would she wind up dating someone else in the pack? My mind was racing with the possibilities, and each one made me feel sicker than the last.

  I was sitting in my apartment, a couple of beers deep, when I heard the door buzz. Assuming it was just the cleaners wanting to be let into the building, I heaved myself from my spot on the couch and went to the door. Pressing the button, I grunted into the microphone.

  “Who is it?”

  “Lindsay.” Her voice came as an actual, physical shock to me, the kind that knocks you sideways and leaves you a little breathless. Her voice sounded harsh, different, and I had no idea what she might have been there for.

  Taking a second to rearrange my thoughts, I replied, “Okay, I’m buzzing you in.”

  I didn’t know what she wanted, but I’d be damned if I was going to pass up the opportunity to see her. I heard footsteps on the stairs. I rushed to open the door before she could knock.

  Her hair was matted to her head, and her eyes looked wild. Yes, there was definitely something different about her, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. Then the smell hit my nostrils—heady, earthy, like damp grass. Everything clicked into place.

  “You shifted.”

  She nodded curtly.

  I gestured for her to come inside, pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead. Jesus, she’d actually turned. I’d actually turned her.

  “Are you okay?”

  She turned to me, her nostrils flared and her eyes blazing. “No, I’m not fucking okay! I just shifted for the first time, and it was scary and awful and amazing and now I don’t know what to think!”

  I took a step toward her, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Lindsay, you’ve got to calm down. We need to talk about this.”

  She brushed my hand away. “We don’t need to talk about anything! I only came here because…because…ugh!” She turned her back on me, throwing her hair over her shoulder. She was angry, yes, but there was something else between us too. That tension. That sense that something was about to happen.

  “Why did you come here, Linds?”

  She turned around again, this time casting her eyes down. Her voice was softer. “I came here because that shift sent my hormones into overdrive and now I need someone to fuck me.”

  My heart stopped. I was right. There was an ulterior motive.

  “Lindsay, you’ve just shifted, you don’t want to do anything you’ll regret just after—”

  “Oh, shut up, Kellan!” She took a step closer to me, and my nose was filled with her intoxicating scent again. “I need you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. You’re all I’ve been able to think about for the last month, and now you’re here in front of me and all I want you to do is—”

  I cut her off, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her toward me. Our mouths were hungry, angry, horny, tasting and licking and biting each other. Scooting my elbow under her backside, I lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me. Goddamn, it was hot. She pressed her crotch into my erection, trailing kisses down my neck and biting into my shoulder. I let out a groan. She felt so familiar and so new at the same time, and suddenly I didn’t care if this was a bad decision.

  Walking backward, I toppled us over the couch so I was on top of her. I pushed up her shirt to reveal her breasts. Sliding my hand under her bra, I pinched her nipple, hard, making her squeal into my mouth. I knew we weren’t going to be making sweet, passionate, intimate love. Instead, we were going to fuck, and fuck hard. Sliding my hand down to her panties, I hooked a finger around them and yanked them aside, then penetrated her with my fingers. Her pussy clenched immediately, as if she didn’t want me to stop, and I pumped my fingers in and out of her vigorously. Her back arched as she pushed her body into mine, pulling back so she could unbutton my shirt and kiss down my chest.

  Pushing my hand away, she flipped us over so she was on top. Fumbling with our clothes, we undressed hurriedly, pressing back into each other as soon as we were naked. It felt unbelievable, and even better when her kisses travelled further down. Climbing seductively between my legs, Lindsay pushed her hair from her face and engulfed my cock with her mouth.

  I let out a sharp cry as my cock hit the back of her throat. Her tongue was busy and wet and everywhere, taking me down as if her life depended on it. She glanced up at me and her eyes flashed salaciously. God, I wanted to be inside this girl. I wanted it so badly.

  After a couple of minutes of watching her perfect mouth on my cock, I pulled her back on top of me, wrapping my arms tightly around her back as I pulled her in to kiss her again. Her body felt so good, and so soft, and there was something else there, too, something that hadn’t been there before. I’d never been with a shifter woman before, but maybe that was the difference, the way our bodies felt in tune with each other, as if we were suddenly on the same cosmic wavelength.

  I flipped Lindsay over so she was lying on her front, maneuvering her body so her head was over the edge of the couch, her ass and pussy pointed up at me. God, she was perfect. She had a smooth, round, pert butt, and her pussy was already soaking wet, begging to be fucked hard. I got lightheaded just at the sight of her. She arched her back again and moaned as I put on the condom.

  Positioning the head of my dick at the entrance to her sex, I took my time easing inside of her, making sure that she could feel every inch of me as I slid into her pussy. The sound she let out then was almost animal, a mixture of relief and desire for more. I held myself inside her for a couple of seconds, and then began to pick up my pace, my hands planted firmly on her ass. She pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers as she ground her hips back into me. The sight was beyond sexy. I slammed all the way into her and felt her pussy clench around me.

  After three weeks of waiting, I knew neither of us had any intention of making this last. We wante
d to fuck, to get back to each other’s bodies and share those exquisite moments of pleasure again. As I moved in and out of her, watching the pleading desire on her face, I knew all I wanted at that moment was to see her come, and see her come hard.

  Reaching between her legs to slide a finger over her clit, I slowed my pace, teasing her, earning a bunch of loud groans from her. Now that was a good sound to hear. Increasing my pace again, I could feel her orgasm approaching, could see it on her face as she turned to look at me—

  And then she came, crying out, her knuckles white as her fingers clamped into the couch, her head thrown back. The sensation of her pussy clenching around my cock, matched with the look on her face, was more than I could take. I climaxed, pushing myself inside her one last time as I sank my fingers into her ass. Damn, that was good. That was really, really good.

  We slumped together in a heap, neither of us sure what to do or say next.

  “So…how you’ve been?” I cringed even as I said it. It was maybe the most cliché, least appropriate thing in the situation.

  “Well, apart from the fact that I’m a werewolf…” Lindsay replied, sounding more resigned than anything. She propped herself up on the couch.

  “Yeah, about that…” I began.

  “Look, Kellan, I knew the risks when you bit me. It’s kind of shitty, yes, but it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time. The way I got it out of you was wrong, and I’m so sorry for that. But this is just the start for us. Now I feel like I understand you better. And I like that.”

  “So…is this about us getting back together?” I asked. Inwardly I cringed. I wanted so badly for her to say yes, but it could go either way.