Definitely not her. Can’t be her.
“Deimos?”
“I’m ready.”
She peels the first one off. Quick, like a band-aid. Just as painful, too.
I don’t see the inside of the gloves, don’t have to. No doubt I’ve left nice chunks of my DNA up in there. I hiss, unable to stop it, as blood wells around the edges of my reopened wounds.
“I’m so sorry. Tried to be quick.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I say to Sapphire, watching the blood coagulate.
“So what’s your teammate’s name?” she asks while reaching for the other glove, trying to distract me from what she’s about to do.
I wish she’d picked another topic, instead of showing interest in Gage.
Yes, I came close to dying. That doesn’t mean I gained any control over my infantile jealousy, alright?
“His name is Mars.” I give her his codename instead. His real name and identity is his to give out, not the organization's, and definitely not mine.
“He seems nice.”
Yeah, because he fucking wants you. Not true. Okay, partially true. Gage is downright cavity-inducing when he wants to be—Misty’s birthday every year proves this disgusting fact—but he’s also nice to Sapphire because he wants to fuck her. That’s how us guys are, for the most part. It’s a biological programming that not even us “cyborgs” can erase.
The second glove comes off. I clench my jaw and control my reaction this time. As soon as its off, new letters blink in front of my eyes.
Integration at 17%. Cellular regrowth commence.
Man, a few years ago, if someone had told me that this kind of shit existed, I would’ve laughed at their crazy asses. Not even while working for the military was I aware that we’d gotten so far technologically.
I got picked for the bionic parts after I’d helped build Adelphi. And I hadn’t known about it. I’d been comatose, both my arms destroyed on the insides. Then I’d woken up, and viola. Advanced technology a decade or more away from existing.
Now this.
“Hold on, I have some antibacterial wipes in my bag.”
I stop her with a hand around her wrist. She tsks and moves my hand off her, making sure I lay it flat on my abs, next to my other one. “Don’t bend your fingers.”
I ignore her soft scolding. As soon as she heals me, and the adrenaline starts to ebb, there will be a crash. Whether it’s a bad one, or an epically fucked-up one that lands her in a hospital, all depends on me calming her down a little now.
So I grab her wrist again, ignore her protest once more, and bring her closer.
She stumbles off her knees, catching herself by slapping a hand on my chest. Not quite landing on me, but so damned close. Her hair fans over her shoulders and over my chest, the dark blue ends caressing my neck. Her heat surrounds me. It’s like being drugged. My lids grow heavier and my internal scan beeps, alerting me to my rising heartbeat.
This was not what I had in mind when I pulled her closer.
Sapphire moves her hair away from her face. The scent of it reaches me, and I inhale, hungry to take more of it in. Remaining half-bent over me, she looks up at me from under her lashes.
My eyes drop to that fleshy bottom lip of hers. I want it in my mouth so I can suck on it.
I shouldn’t even be able to want such things right now.
Sapphire’s breath leaves her on a shaky exhale. She blinks, her lashes hiding those eyes from me for a moment. When she opens them, they land on my mouth. They’re darker, hungry, reflecting every damn thing I want.
I could get lost in this. I could lay here, and let her do whatever she wants to me.
My cock thickens in my jeans, throbbing against the material at the thought of being at her mercy like that.
She’s hyper-feeling and needs an outlet. She must be so fucking overwhelmed, and I know from experience that sex is a great way to burn it off.
But it can’t happen. I refuse to take advantage of her like that. What if I’m misreading the whole thing because of what I want? “Sapphire…”
She leans closer, her chest brushing mine. Her eyes are fixated on my lips. I react to that stare, my entire body revving up like it hadn’t been close to shutting down.
Integration at 30%. Cellular regrowth at 25%. Platelet reproduction at 48%.
My BCI’s way of saying that I should not be this excited right now.
I have no choice. No control over it. Sapphire is too close now, her breath teasing my lips.
She wants a taste.
I want my fucking tongue deep in her mouth. Want to trace it across the plump curve of her lips. Want to do things to her that she’s too innocent to deal with.
“Sapphire, we shouldn’t—uhn,” I break off on a moan at the feel of her lips, a soft caress that was more a tease than an actual kiss.
Sapphire echoes my moan with a small one of her own.
She’s shaking; I’m trembling beneath her, the muscles in my chest bulging as I struggle to hold myself back. My hands clench and unclench in the air at her sides, the thin, newly sealed skin stretching uncomfortably.
Her lips are shaking above my mouth, echoing the movements of her body. Her lashes lay on her cheeks; the space between her brow is furrowed.
It’s unquenchable, this God damned hunger. That tease of her lips has proved it. I’m screaming at myself to stop this even as my blood roars in my veins, the pressure so intense that it sets off my internal scan again.
I need to regain some control first then I’ll focus on the rest. Right now, the urge to flip her over and give her the relief she needs is fighting to take over.
She’d be so hungry underneath me, so responsive. I can tell.
Sapphire lets her eyes open halfway, enough to pierce me with her gold-and-green irises. “Deimos.”
I grind my teeth, but there’s no ignoring how she said my name. No denying what's in her tone and the next urge that blossoms, the one demanding that I make her say my real name.
Why do I care? I am Deimos. I’ve never needed anyone to acknowledge me as the man I was born as. It usually annoys me when people say my real name.
It wouldn’t annoy me with her. For some reason, I have this insane idea that hearing her say my real name would make me come so freaking hard.
You’re fucking crazy, and she’s going to regret this once she’s calmer.
So true, and the last thing I want to do is have her look at me with regret because I took something I had no business taking.
I cup the sides of her face in my trembling hands. Her lips part, and she shifts, her chest pressing against my own. Oh, God, her breasts on me. The way she feels sets my imagination racing.
Why the hell am I so attracted to this girl?
She blinks, eyes tracing the lines of my face, and her pupils dilate again. There’s a sense of wonder in her stare, a reminder that this is all new to her, and the angles of her face are pure perfection.
Made for sex, yet so freaking innocent.
My sick, starving cock pulsates, the moist head sliding across my jeans.
Pre-cum. Already. Fuck.
She’s made to attract any male, and on top of that, there’s no denying the lure of being her first. Not sure if Magdalena ever had sex, but Sapphire hasn’t. That much I can tell. And one day, some lucky sonofabitch is going to get to have her.
I want to be that sonofabitch. Real, real bad. Thinking about anybody having that honor makes my inner killer itch for death. The most bloody, messy, violent kind of death possible.
“Deimos.” Her tongue peeks out as she wets her bottom lip. “How are you feeling?”
Her question catches me by surprise, and a small laugh leaves me. She smiles down at me, and I just want to fist her hair and bring that mouth back to mine. “Not dying, if that’s what you’re asking.” Liar, my BCI seems to say as another beep sounds out inside me.
“Okay. That’s good.” She stares into my eyes, a stare so direct that I’m awkw
ard before her. “Your eyes. They’re so blue.” Her eyes flicker back toward my lips. My turn to wet them, and the way her eyes get darker when I do thrills me. It shouldn’t, but it does. “Any chance you won’t mind me doing that again?”
She’s already heading for my mouth, so close now that if I lick my lips, I’ll taste her.
God, how can I be this hard right now? Seriously, how?
“Sapphire, we shouldn’t—” Once again, I’m stopped by her lips, and there’s no tease about it this time. She lays them fully over mine, and lust shoots right through my common sense. I growl under my breath as she shivers on top of me. She moves her lips a tiny bit and the wet sensation of them on my own snaps the last of my rationale.
Moaning, I slide one hand down the graceful curve of her back, stopping right before her ass. My other hand is still cupping her face, and I hold her still, tilting my head. Hot, panting breaths leave her as I rub our lips together, mixing with my own.
My tongue flicks out and tastes her parted lips.
Sapphire whimpers on top of me, her hands falling to the pillow next to my head and fisting the material.
I lose it.
A rough sound leaves me, and my hand slides down, cupping her ass over her skirt. She jerks on top of me with surprise, but doesn’t stop me. Fisting the pillow harder with her little hands, she brings herself closer, giving me another one of those moans.
I capture her lower lip with my teeth, tugging gently. She rewards me with a mewl, one so hungry that the fleshy tip of my dick sticks to my jeans as more pre-cum leaks out. I pull back, breathing harshly, and smile at the way she whimpers and tries to recapture my lips. “Your legs. Want them over me, baby.”
Bless her soul, she doesn’t hesitate. She straddles me again, and I use the hold I have on her ass to bring her flush with my cock. She jerks on top of me, eyes full of surprise and a lazy wonder that makes me want to slide into her right there.
I hiss, her heat right on my shaft. The only thing keeping my shaft from her is my jeans and her panties.
I’m tempted to reach under her skirt and see what type she’s wearing. Booty-shorts? God help me, I doubt it, but a thong?
Letting go of the pillow, she cups my face in her soft, warm hands. A steady, guttural growl vibrates through my chest as she lowers herself back down. She doesn’t stop until we’re chest-to-chest again.
She’s not even shy about this right now.
God, I want to fuck her.
Instinct is about to take over. There’s a clawing sensation beneath my skin, reminding me that I’m a man. Nature built me to claim. There’s no good reason why I should deny myself her body, not when it’s as desperate for my cum as I am to give it.
Except, there is a good reason, a really good one, and I struggle to remind myself of that. “Sapphire do you even know what’s happening right now?”
Her answer? Spreading her thighs, she presses down and rocks on my dick. The heat of her pussy goes right through my jeans.
Sapphire bites into her glossy lower lip, groaning.
My eyes roll into the back of my head and I swear I almost come right there.
“Sex,” she says, her voice breathless. Husky.
My balls tighten and I moan loudly, my mind replaying how her voice wrapped around that word.
I want it. Now. My entire reproductive system kicks into action, demanding that I come inside her. God, it’s primal. All I can think about is thrusting inside her pussy, her walls sucking the cum out of me.
Still, somehow, I open my eyes and force out one more excuse. “I doubt you know much about sex, and this is definitely not it.”
Sapphire pouts down at me. “No. This isn’t, but I believe we’re working up to it. Foreplay, if I’m not mistaken.”
Her tone is clinical as she explains it. I’m speechless for a few seconds.
“And.” Another rock of her hips that leaves my teeth grinding. “We both want it bad.”
As if to prove her point, my dick throbs nice and hard under her.
“As for my not knowing about sex, let’s put aside the gross amount of knowledge available about it online,” she pauses, moving her hands down to my shoulders and cupping them. “Magdalena also had sex, and I can remember quite a bit of it.”
What in the mother-flying-fuck?
“Deimos?” she says in a small and cautious voice.
Understandable. The growl I gave her was inhuman.
The furious pound my dick gives reverberates through me. I squeeze my eyes closed as every fucking answer slides into place, my purpose becoming clear.
She has those memories in her mind? The face of every asshole that had touched, kissed, licked, and fucked Magdalena’s body?
Then I’ll erase that fucking bullshit. I’ll own her body. Replace every damned memory until there’s only me. For the rest of her life, whenever she so much as thinks the word sex, it’ll be with me.
I grip her hips, moving her back and forth, making sure she feels every denim-covered, hard drag of my cock. She obviously knows it wants her; I’m about to show her just how much.
“Don’t think about that shit,” I demand, growling. “They never happened, not to you. You only think about me.” I give her one more thrust and sit up. My head spins but I ignore it, clutching her and setting back in. “You want sex? I’ll fucking give it to you. I’ll show you what it’s like. Give you whatever you want.”
Her lips fall open, her chest expanding on a ragged breath.
I lean my head down, licking at her lips. When she whimpers and tries to kiss me, I pull back, smiling at the little disappointed sound she makes. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers in a dazed tone, her breaths racing.
I grab that beautiful face and bring those lips back to mine. Her nails dig into my shoulders, scratching me through my shirt. I nip her bottom lip with one incisor and drag my tongue across it, soothing it.
Thoughts are getting hazier, dragging me under. My cock pulses. The pound of my heart and the sounds that leave her is all I hear. Sapphire wraps her seemingly delicate arms around me. I clench her round ass in my hands and groan. Damn, the way it undulates with each move of her hips.
That ass is deceptive. It shouldn’t belong on such a small girl. And I think I’m falling in love with it.
I grind into her. Without thinking, I slip my tongue between her lips, seeking more of her taste. Needing it, damn her.
Sapphire writhes, her little tongue making contact with my own.
Oh, fuck. Holding her ass, I rotate her on my dick. So good. Holy shit, I’m going to come so fucking hard just from dry-humping this girl. I undulate harder against her, wrapping her in my arms. Right there. Right fucking there—
Integration complete. Rest period initiated.
Say what? I break my kiss with her and open my eyes—the room spins again. Faster than before.
Suddenly, I’m exhausted, my eyes fighting to stay open.
“Deimos?”
I try to open my mouth and say her name. Nothing. The strength in my upper body is gone. I fall back onto the bed, dimly aware that Sapphire is still above me. Wait. I try to shake my head and fail. What’s happening?
“Oh God,” Sapphire groans on top of me. “I forgot to reprogram them not to do that.”
The nanobots? They’re causing this? Dangerous!
“I’m sorry.” She cups my face in her shaking hands. “It’ll only be while your body and the bots do some last minute healing.”
I’m fucking pissed! Too tired to show it, or even process it, but those microscopic motherfuckers are doing this to me. They’re knocking me out without my permission!
Getting rid of them later. Don’t care, I think, fighting to stay awake.
Sapphire moves off me. Blindly, I reach out to her.
She grabs my hand and lays it next to me. “Shh. It’s okay. Just rest.”
No, it’s not okay. She is not okay, and I haven’t forgotten that. I can’t leave h
er alone—
REST PERIOD ENDED.
Sapphire.
My eyes fly open. A report slides across my vision; a breakdown of how bad the damage had been and what was done to fix it.
I don’t spare it a single thought. Don’t care about any of that right now. I look around the darkened motel room.
The empty room.
Panic. It’s such an unfamiliar emotion to me.
I hate it.
The fear has me shooting upright, my head whipping side to side. My heart beats like a stampeding elephant.
I’m fucking frantic.
Where is she?
Right as I’m about to lose my shit, I pick up the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
Relief weakens me, brings back the vestiges of exhaustion in my body. I banish it to the back of my mind. Sapphire first; exhaustion later. Throwing back the covers, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and get to my feet. It quickly becomes an exercise in patience.
And hate.
My free-will is one of the things I value most in this world. It’s been stolen by these intrusive fucking nanobots.
Either they have the ability to drug me, or worse, they can control my sleep patterns. Either way, it infuriates me that I was knocked out without so much as a warning.
Letting me know half-a-second before it happens does not fucking count.
And I had left Sapphire with her nervous system acting up. Hyper-aroused. Alone.
As I all but stumble the few feet to the bathroom door, sleep is on my heels, calling me. Trying to lure me back. Laughing and making my head spin when I refuse to listen.
Dr. Allen is a dangerous individual. Yes he is. His creations are nothing short of deadly.
Sapphire included.
Case in point: my current predicament.
I make it to the door and lean on the frame for support. The water shuts off. I knock on the door a lot harder than I intend to.
“Deimos?”
My knees go watery at the sound of her voice. I don’t know what I expected to find. Her, unconscious perhaps, but knowing she’s awake relaxes some of the tension in me.
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