Cyborg Fury: A Science Fiction Cyborg Romance (Burning Metal Book 2)

by Lisa Lace

  Fury’s tongue roamed over each of her nipples, relishing in them as he worked them into hard buds. Natasha arched her back, which only encouraged him. He took as much of her ample breast in his mouth as he could, sucking gently and making her sigh with pleasure.

  Natasha ran her hands through his dark hair, not bothering to propose moving to a different room or changing positions. Fury wanted her, and she was going to let him have her. It might be only for a night. There was no telling what would happen in the morning. She needed to know there was a man who was what he said he was. He would take what he wanted and give her what she required in return. She trusted him.

  The soldier’s clothes came off quickly, and she could see the hard cock between his legs. She expected him to mount her and shove himself inside like their previous encounter, but the cyborg had different plans. When he climbed on the couch, his cock was over her chest. He kept his weight off her but laid the length of his erection between her breasts and guided it gently back and forth, looking at her face.

  The firmness of his cock against her soft breasts made her wet. Using her hands, Natasha pushed her quivering mounds together so they locked his erection in a cave of supple flesh. The head pushed out the top of her cleavage. It looked close and enticing. Natasha flicked her tongue out to touch the hot end of his cock, letting her saliva lubricate his progress. The redhead wanted to feel his dick inside of her, shoving its way down her throat or plunging into her pussy.

  “Do you like it?” Fury asked huskily. “Do you like my dick on you?”

  She managed to catch the head in her mouth for a moment before he slid it out again with a pop. “Yes. Oh, God yes. I love it when you fuck my tits.”

  The cyborg pumped harder as her breasts jiggled around him. “Spit on it,” he commanded.

  She followed his order, spitting down the rift in her mounds to moisten it for him. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him on top of her. It let her look in his eyes, but not face-to-face. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips.

  The soldier pushed her hands away and took over her breasts, pushing them hard against himself as he slammed into her. “I’m going to come all over your face,” he warned.

  It wasn’t a matter of asking permission. Fury was going to do it, and her core rippled in anticipation. Natasha’s hands were free now. She pushed between his legs to reach her quivering wetness. The nurse didn’t need much encouragement from her fingertips before her hips started bucking against the couch cushion.

  He plowed into her, letting loose a roar as he exploded. She opened her mouth, but it was too late. Cum was everywhere. Natasha happily groaned as she licked it off her lips.

  She was his.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Fury opened the bathroom door to see a beautiful sight. A nude woman was in the shower. The glass doors didn’t do much to hide Natasha’s curvy figure as she ran soapy hands over her body.

  It had been hot to see Natasha on the couch with cum sprayed all over her body. She had spent enough time trying to figure out what she wanted from him. Fury just helped her make the decision. Natasha belonged to him, and he had proven it to her.

  “I’m going to take a walk,” he said to the steamy figure in the shower. Now more than ever, he needed to get out of those walls. Natasha said she would trust him.

  Her arms had been up shampooing her hair. Now they dropped to her sides. “Oh. Okay.” Fury heard the disappointment in Natasha’s voice, but she didn’t argue with him.

  It was completely dark when Fury stepped outside and locked the door behind him. The evening breeze rippled through his short hair, and he paused to breathe it in. A couple of short trips out into the back-yard had been nothing compared to total freedom, and Fury had barely begun to taste it. He shouldn’t have waited so long to take over his life.

  The suburban neighborhood had few street lamps, and the shadows provided ample camouflage. The cyborg turned his head from side to side as he got farther from Natasha’s house, memorizing the location of each house. If he were to come out the next morning, he would remember that the green two-story house at the end of the cul-de-sac needed someone to mow the lawn. The biochip could still handle manual visual processing.

  Fury had mapped the area through the windows of Natasha’s house, but he found the Internet was useful to augment his internal maps. Perhaps that was part of the becoming human journey Natasha was excited about, but it was also inconvenient. Spending some time with her computer had allowed him to memorize satellite images of the entire town.

  The area was quiet now. Families were at home, watching television or talking about their plans for the rest of the week. Children were in bed texting their friends. It was odd to realize that he knew the usual behavior for humans. From his memories, he was aware that he had lived that kind of life before he ever saw the inside of a lab. The mundane reality of existence was familiar to him even though he couldn’t recall his name or what he had done for a living.

  As he turned the corner and headed up the next street, the cyborg heard a faint scream. He brought up his computer interface, analyzing the scene around him. Infrared scanners showed two figures in a dark alleyway near a tall apartment building. Fury amplified the sound, but his ears only caught muffled curses and feet shuffling in the gravel.

  The soldier moved toward the alley while making as little noise as possible. When Fury was at the entrance, he paused to let his vision adjust to the light again. He could clearly see the scene before him.

  A man had pushed a young girl up against a dumpster. Tears streamed down her face and dirty clothes. She pleaded miserably, but her words were garbled by fear. Her assailant wore a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his face. One of his hands held the girl by the throat, and the other wielded a sharp knife. The alley was closed off at the other end, providing no escape route. Pieces of trash fluttered along the ground in the breeze.

  “Quit squirming, you little bitch,” the man said. He held the point of the knife to the hem of the girl’s short dress. “If you would just shut up we could finish this.”

  “Please, don’t!” the girl screamed. The girl was in her late teens — just old enough to be desirable but too young to be on the streets in the middle of the night. “I won’t tell anyone if you just let me go.”

  The man was determined to get what he had come for. He took a step closer to the girl and moved the knife to her throat.

  It didn’t take a computer for Fury to know that this was not the same situation he had with Natasha.

  “Leave her alone.” Though the cyborg had not been particularly loud, his words echoed off the walls of the alleyway until they boomed. The man with the knife jumped and turned toward the street.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  Fury seemed to get that question a lot. “It doesn’t matter. Let her go.”

  The man slid the knife up his sleeve and wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist. She shied away from him, but the motion only caused the man to yank her closer to his side. “Maybe she’s my date. Beat it, pal.”

  In all the time that he had lived in Natasha’s house, Fury had never felt the urge to use a weapon. He had raw physical power, and that was enough. The man’s actions were infuriating. Without his bidding, the squeal of the plasma gun in his hand pierced the night air.

  “What was that?”

  Fury didn’t bother answering. He advanced into the alley, moving slowly but with determination as he imagined all the ways he could incapacitate his enemy. A thin shaft of light from the moon made its way down into the narrow passage between the buildings, illuminating the fear on the man’s face as the cyborg approached.

  “I told you to leave her alone,” Fury threatened. His gun was powered up, but maybe a quick death was too good for this piece of shit. The plasma would burst through him and kill him instantly at this range. He deserved to suffer.

  The man pulled his hand away from the girl, and she slumped to the ground. One of her
shoes was missing, and she had ruined her hair and makeup. She was a pitiful creature.

  “Go home,” Fury ordered. “You don’t want to see this.”

  The girl wanted to leave but didn’t want to approach either her assailant or rescuer. She had no choice if she wanted to exit the alley. She squirmed past both of them, hands brushing the brick wall of the apartment building for support as she limped by the men. She vanished once she reached the street.

  Fury turned back toward the man with the knife. The weapon was out of his sleeve again and pointed at the cyborg. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, man? That girl owed me. It was time for me to get what was mine.” He took a few steps forward, thinking he could intimidate the man who had stopped him.

  “I know what you deserve,” Fury said. “It isn’t anything she could give you.” His fists moved swiftly. The man’s face bounced off of Fury’s knuckles, head flying back and body flailing to catch up with it. His skull clipped the dumpster on the way down, but he scrambled quickly back to his feet.

  “You think you’re a vigilante or something? There’s no room in this town for that sort of shit. A man has to be able to hold his own with all these fucking cyborgs wandering around. The last thing I need is some strange dude cockblocking me.” He launched himself at Fury, but his body was no match for the cyborg’s bulky body. He bounced right off and hit the ground again.

  Fury flipped the thin body over with his foot. Bracing it in the middle of the man’s back, he yanked the man’s sleeves down over his hands and tied them in a solid knot.

  “Hey! Let me go!” the man protested, but Fury wasn’t going to obey his command. He was no longer in a dark alleyway a few blocks from Natasha’s house. He was on the side of a road under the midday sun, arresting a young man found during a routine traffic stop with a trunk full of drugs. He was at a state fair on a Saturday evening, slapping handcuffs on a vagrant who kept breaking into booths and stealing cash. He was in the antiseptic whiteness of an interrogation room, serving as a witness while a detective interrogated a woman accused of beating up her husband.

  With a rush of adrenaline that went straight to his head, Fury came back to the present. The memories had taken years to make but appeared in his head instantly. He had been a police officer before. He had spent long hours in a squad car on patrol, saved lives, and made a difference.

  The cyborg landed a swift kick in the man’s ribs, making him curl into a ball in the dirty gravel. Perhaps he should have called the authorities, but he had no phone. If he showed up at someone’s house to report the incident they might turn him in as a fugitive cyborg, if they bothered answering the door at all.

  Now that he had found himself, Fury had his own mission. He didn’t need a commander. The cyborg set off down the street in search of more criminals, intending to bring justice.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Natasha opened her eyes and instantly knew that something was wrong. There wasn’t any visible evidence around her — no sounds or smells of fire. All she had to go on was a feeling in the pit of her stomach, where everything seemed to be drawing in against itself, pinching her gut tighter and tighter. The sensation was enough to make her want to throw up.

  It was the feeling of being alone in the house.

  Tossing on a robe and heading downstairs, Natasha began doing a room-by-room inspection. Since the amazing experience she’d had with Fury a few nights ago, he had made leaving the house at night a regular habit. Natasha couldn’t deny him his freedom any longer. She had kept him in the house like a caged animal.

  At least he was leaving when most people were still in bed. He could use the darkness of the night to hide him, and for now, that had to be enough protection. The cyborg didn’t tell her what happened during his nocturnal excursions. Natasha was determined to let him have a little privacy.

  Fury wasn’t in the guest bedroom. Even though she thought it was impossible for the cyborg to be in the basement, she checked down there as well. He had come downstairs and fallen asleep on the couch once before, but the cushions weren’t supporting his sleeping body today. Fury wasn’t in the kitchen making breakfast or watching television. He simply wasn’t in the house.

  Natasha stood in the middle of the kitchen and slowly spun in a circle, imagining every nook and cranny of the house where the soldier might be. Had she heard the door shut when Fury returned last night? Had he even come home? The hour of his return always varied, but somehow when she awoke in the middle of the night, she could always sense his presence.

  With nerves making her anxious, Natasha decided to brew a pot of coffee. It was still early. With luck, Fury was on his way home. He didn’t keep a routine, preferring to leave and return at seemingly random hours. She suspected Fury was exploring the city, and that wasn’t something that could be done in thirty minutes each night.

  When the sun had risen completely, and Natasha had showered and dressed, she decided to expand the search to outside the house. She got in her car and began cruising up and down the streets. The search pattern started in circles going out from her house. Natasha checked side streets she hadn’t been on since childhood and drove slowly past the park. She turned each corner with hope rising in her chest that she would see him if she could only be in the right place at the right time.

  As she headed back home to see if Fury had returned while she was gone, Natasha spotted a large man on the corner. He wore jogging clothes and was waiting for the early morning traffic to slow enough for him to cross. The man’s enormous physique made him stand out among the crowd of people in business casual clothing who were heading to work.

  Stomping on the brakes and lowering her passenger side window, Natasha leaned over and shouted out of her car. “Fury!” Traffic was beginning to back up behind her, but she didn’t care. “Fury!”

  Finally, the man turned around. The body might have fit the cyborg’s description, but the face was completely different. She hadn’t found him after all.

  “I’m sorry,” she called as the stranger looked at her in confusion. “I thought you were someone else.” Natasha pressed on the gas pedal and roared off down the road. She grabbed the phone and called the only person she thought might be able to help her.

  “Hello?” John answered sleepily.

  “It’s Natasha. I’m sorry to wake you; I know it’s your day off. This is a little embarrassing, but I seem to have lost Fury.” Her heart began pounding in her chest a second time as she had to tell the story to someone else.

  “This doesn’t sound good.” John seemed much more alert. She could hear shuffling noises in the background as he put on his clothes. “When did he leave your house?”

  “I don’t know. Fury’s not under constant surveillance. It was sometime after I went to bed, but he never says where he’s going or how long he’ll be gone. For all I know, he isn’t even missing. But he’s never been out past sunrise before.” Natasha pulled into a parking lot so she could talk on the phone more easily. “I’ve driven around looking for him, and I don’t know what else to do.”

  “We’ll find him,” John assured her. “He can’t have gone too far.” The chime of a seatbelt reminder sounded over the phone. “I’m getting in my car right now. We’ll have better luck if two people are looking for him.”

  Natasha nodded, even though John couldn’t see the motion over the phone. “What am I going to do if I don’t find him?” She was losing control and starting to cry.

  “I think the better question is what you’re going to do with him once you find him. Natasha, there’s a reason we created Cyborg Sector and the rehabilitation center. He can’t keep staying with you covertly like this.” John’s voice sounded grave but broken up by the clicking of his turn signal.

  “There isn’t another option.” Natasha pulled back onto the street, ready to start looking again. “I can’t lock him out of the house. Without any of the proper paperwork, he’ll never be able to get a home or a job.” Natasha was understandably reluctant
to reveal the rest of the truth. She wanted Fury to stay with her. They had not spoken about their relationship. Fury said he would do what was best, and she believed him.

  “I did say that,” John agreed, breaking into her thoughts. “I’ve been doing some research. I should be able to get some documentation for him. It won’t be official, but there will be a matching file in the national cyborg database.”

  “Really?” Natasha squealed. “You can do that?”

  “Yes. Well, a friend of a friend can do it. It will be expensive, but from his description, it shouldn’t be too difficult. The cyborg database isn’t the kind of system that gets hacked very often. You’re either a cyborg or you aren’t, and I don’t think anybody tries to pretend they are. The security is weak for a government program.” John always sounded confident when he talked about anything related to technology.

  “That sounds perfect. Now we just have to find Fury so we can share the good news.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  After they had driven around separately for hours, John and Natasha decided to call off the search. If Fury was anywhere in town, he was either hiding or something had happened to him. It was nearly noon, and they hadn’t made any progress.

  “Give me a call if you find out anything,” John said over the phone. “I’ll keep my eyes peeled too, and I’ll talk to the person who’s doing Fury’s paperwork. He used to work for Cyborg Sector, so he might be able to help us.”

  “Okay.” Natasha pulled into her driveway and turned off the ignition. “Thanks for your help.”

  “It’s not a problem.” A heavy pause followed. “Look, do you think there’s any chance he left on purpose? I hate to bring it up, but it seems strange for him to disappear like this.”

  The nurse gulped. John was verbalizing the worries she had been trying to shove aside the entire day. Fury had said she belonged to him, but what did that mean? Could he come and go as he pleased, disappearing for a day or more at a time when he’d had enough of her? Maybe other women belonged to him as well. Perhaps she had pushed him too hard to become human again or fought too much to keep him at home. Maybe he’d started out on his walk, and halfway through suddenly decided that he didn’t want to turn around and come back. Had she driven him away?