Reaper

by Kelsey Nicole Price

  I sighed, unclenching my fists. Reaper was right. I couldn’t change what Theo was, but I could make sure he didn’t just learn to use his fists to solve problems. “Fine, but he will also learn from other cyborgs as well. I want him to learn more than fighting. Theo is free to explore and grow without restrictions. He deserves every opportunity learn from all different types of cyborgs.”

  “Agreed.” Reaper said.

  My jaw might have dropped. I had expected a fight.

  Reaper’s lips twitched. “You thought I would disagree.”

  I nodded mutely.

  Reaper grinned. “I am a Military Model, not stupid. I know I lack certain things that other cyborgs have. It would be wrong of me to deny Theo the chance to learn from them. He is the first cyborg to grow up with more than just brothers from his batch. He won’t be ordered to fight. He will get to choose his path. He’s the start of something new. I am honored to be part of it.”

  Theo looked between Reaper and me. “You do know I’m right here, right?” Theo crossed his arms over his chest.

  I dropped down beside him. “Sorry, sweets. We didn’t mean to talk about you like you weren’t here. I just want what’s best for you. Reaper does, too. So do all the other cyborgs. You are just so special—to all of us.”

  Theo’s cheeks darkened. I was certain I was embarrassing him. Another check off the mom card. “We have lots of time to figure everything out. Why don’t you help Reaper pick out an entertainment file to watch and I can make some popcorn? That is, of course, if Reaper is staying?” Hope filled my voice. I knew we had agreed to do this, but I couldn’t get the nagging fear of something going wrong out of my head. Life was unpredictable. The reality of a pre-made family with baggage was far different than the idea of it.

  Theo had no hesitation, grabbing Reaper’s hand and pulling him through the doorway. “What type of entertainment files do you like Reaper?” Theo asked, never breaking his hold on Reaper’s hand.

  “I’ve never watched one,” Reaper admitted.

  Theo stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes swinging to lock on Reaper. “What is with you cyborgs? How come none of you know how to have fun? First Dax, now you. Good thing I’m here to show you! Otherwise you’d all remain boring, dusty cyborgs. Except for Dash. That Service Model knows how to live!”

  Reaper shot a look my direction.

  I shrugged. Whoops. Maybe Theo had been spending too much time with Dash and Iris. Then again, maybe not. Theo did have a point. A lot of the cyborgs didn’t understand the concept of fun. It appeared Theo was on a one-cyborg mission to show them.

  “Show me to the entertainment files. I refuse to let Dash have more fun than me. I will conquer fun and be the victor. Military Models will own this thing called fun.” Reaper’s declaration caused Theo to giggle and tug him closer to the selection of entertainment files.

  Reaper’s mouth was set in a grim line, his shoulders pushed back so they were completely straightened, his eyes blazing with determination.

  I would not be the one to tell him the look he wore was the exact opposite of fun.

  *Reaper*

  Two entertainment files later, I wasn’t sure I would be victorious. Apparently commenting on how the hero’s battle plans would fail and why was frowned upon. Theo mumbled I was ruining it. When Dash and Iris came to Aria’s door asking if Theo wanted a sleepover in their quarters, Theo didn’t hesitate. He kissed Aria goodbye on the cheek and flew out the door. I didn’t miss the quick wink Iris had given Aria.

  Sitting on the couch, I felt my internal temperature spike. Did it suddenly get hot in here? I rubbed my palms over my thighs as I ordered my breathing to remain steady. My heart took advantage of the situation by starting to beat faster in my chest.

  Aria slid a palm over my chest, directly over my heart. “Relax, Reaper, I’m not going to ravish you.” She smiled. My heart picked up even more speed.

  “What if I want to be ravished?” I tugged her hand from my chest, turning it over, I placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Her pulse jolted under my lips. My heartbeat wasn’t the only one to increase. Some of the nervousness eased as I realized Aria was as affected by me as I was by her.

  I traced the delicate skin of Aria’s wrist with my lips, kissing the blushing pink hue of her skin, marveling at how soft she was. My mouth explored every inch of her exposed frame. Her taste far sweeter than any victory, my circuits forever corrupted by every kiss placed against her flesh.

  Aria’s hands clutched my shoulders. Her fingers fisted in the fabric of my shirt as she let out a small moan. I smiled against her skin, moving up her arm, placing kisses everywhere until I found her neck. I inhaled Aria’s delicious scent, lapping at her pulse.

  She shivered. “Who’s ravishing who here?” She leaned back, her eyes hooded and darkened by desire. “To ravish properly, we need less clothes.” Her fingers gripped the bottom of her shirt, yanking it over head, tossing it to the floor. She freed her breasts next, the bra joining the pile on the floor with her shirt.

  My eyes were riveted to the sight of her creamy breasts. Under my watchful stare, her nipples beaded. I licked my lips. The rosy peaks, a set of twin temptations I couldn’t resist. My hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts. Drawing it towards my mouth, I captured a rosy peak with my lips. Sucking hard and nipping the taunt peak with my teeth. Aria moaned, her hand grabbing the back of my neck, holding me to her chest.

  “For someone...” Aria panted as I swirled my tongue around the hard point. “Who’s never done this...” Her words trailed off as she moaned loudly. Releasing her nipple with a pop, I latched on the other. “Oh Fuck...so good, Reaper.” Pride surged through my processors. Her broken words and moans had my circuits humming. My cock swelled within the tight confines of my pants. I longed to free it but resisted. I still had more of Aria to explore, more ways to learn just what made her come undone. I lacked experience but not enthusiasm. My cock would have to wait.

  Reluctantly, I let go of her nipple to continue my path down her body. I nipped, licked and tasted until I ended up between her thighs. Through the fabric of her pants I could scent her arousal. Cyborgs didn’t need to eat but suddenly I was a man starving and there was a feast hidden behind a simple scrap of fabric. I had to have a taste.

  *Aria*

  Reaper’s dark gray lips worked their way down my body, his mouth sent heat pooling low in my belly. He ended his exploration with his head between my thighs. The image of him worshipping my clit the way he had my body set me on fire, desire igniting even hotter as a rush of wetness soaked through my panties.

  I needed Reaper’s gorgeous lips on mine. The pair below my waist. “Reaper,” his name came out breathless. He lifted his head, his blue eyes meeting mine. A blush bloomed on my cheeks. Last time it had been much easier for me to be foreword. Now, I struggled.

  Just ask already!

  I am trying!

  Not hard enough. Our lady bits are waiting! If you can’t say it, just drop your pants and put his head there. I’m sure he’ll figure it out.

  That’s rude.

  But effective. If you want to be polite then ask him. Toss a please in there if you’re worried about manners. Whatever you do, do it soon or I’m taking charge. I get things done.

  Oh no, you don’t. I’m on it.

  I lifted my hips, pushing my pants down, Reaper’s eyes locked on the movement as I tugged them over my hips and off. Next, I hooked my thumbs in my panties, and before I lost my nerve, I dropped those as well. Reaper sucked in a breath, his eyes wide as he stared at the sight of my bared pussy. He licked his lips, growling low.

  “I’m dying for you to kiss me here.” I spread my thighs a little wider, an open invitation for that talented mouth of his to have a taste.

  He dropped to his knees before me, his hands sliding up to grip my thighs. Despite his strength, his hold was gentle, his eyes dark with desire as he lowered his lips, his warm breath fanned my pussy. Reaper gave a long, slow lick,
and I sucked in a sharp breath. One lick. Two licks. Three licks. I had become a goddamn Popsicle and Reaper was the cyborg who chased the ice cream truck so he could purchase his favorite flavor.

  He tortured me slowly, taking his time with each lazy lick. My clit throbbed, wanting all of Reaper’s attention. I arched, pushing the hard bud against his lips. He shifted his efforts, swirling over the taunt nub with deadly precision. Throwing my head back, my hands found his shoulders, grasping for something to hang on to. I moaned, the urge to cum building to a desperate need.

  Reaper growled, the vibration striking against my clit, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders. My hips thrust so hard I almost dislodged his grip on my thighs. He held my thighs open, locking them to the cushions as he attacked my clit with furor, unleashing a direct assault. I bucked against his mouth. “You taste delicious. I could eat you for hours,” he growled.

  “Wouldn’t...,” I panted. “Survive hours. Please, Reaper.” Reaper heard the desperation in my voice. I was dying to cum. He obliged. Sealing his lips to my clit he sucked the tight bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue faster. That was what did it.

  My fingernails dug into unforgiving muscle. I cried out his name, my back bowing off the couch as pleasure detonated through every cell, my legs shaking as I fought for air. I worked my way back to reality as two strong arms slid under my legs. He lifted me from the couch and pressed me to his chest. I gave a small squeak of protest at my change in gravity and tried wrapping my arms around Reaper’s neck. They fell like limp noodles, hanging off his shoulders without much ability to hold on.

  I had an idea about where we were headed as Reaper’s hard cock bumped my ass with every step he took. A new rush of excitement shot through me at the thought of his cock invading my pussy. An ache once again built between my thighs.

  Cupping Reaper’s cheek I tilted his face to mine, seeking confirmation. His eyes had turned a shade of blue I had never seen before, so dark they appeared black with bright blue streaks flashing through them like bolts of lightning. Pure need and want were stamped across his features along with a trace of worry. He stopped walking, his eyes searching mine.

  I put my lips close to his. “You need to move those feet, solider. You have something I need.”

  The hallway blurred past me, making it to the bedroom in record time. Without warning, I was airborne, my ass hitting the bed with a soft thud.

  I sat up in shock. “You threw me.”

  Reaper smirked. “Only because I knew where you would land.”

  He winked. Cocky bastard. I smiled.

  My smile vanished as Reaper gripped the sides of his t-shirt and tore. The material ripped, no match for his strength, falling off him in shreds and revealing his glorious expanse of chest. Every bit of muscle defined, his delicious ridges and dips outlined in a perfect shade of gray. Some would argue gray was a boring color. There was nothing boring about Reaper. He was perfection.

  His boots went next, kicking them off, they sailed in different directions before landing with a thud on the floor. He pants followed. With one hard tug, they were gone, tossed somewhere on the floor with the remains of his shirt.

  My mouth watered. A fully naked Reaper was a sight to behold. He straightened to his full height, his cock jutting proudly from that darker, gray base. He could take an eye out with that thing!

  My tongue darted out to wet my lips, remembering the way his size had stretched my mouth to capacity as I devoured his cock. My mouth was dying for a repeat, but my pussy was feeling rather neglected. As if to agree, my pussy clenched. Reaper stalked towards the bed, his muscles rippling over his metal frame with every step. I leaned back on my elbows and opened my thighs wide. My cyborg was going to claim me.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Reaper

  Settling my hips between Aria’s welcoming thighs, I gave her a tiny push. Her back hit the bed, my body dropped on top of her though I was careful to not crush her. My fingers slid up her arms, trembling against her warm skin. I fought the fear that I wouldn’t be good at pleasing her. My cock twitched in disagreement. It had more confidence than my processors. My frame shuddered; I ordered my circuits to remain in control. Aria looked up at me and smiled. There was no doubt in her eyes, only desire and caring.

  Aria’s gaze shifted to my fingers resting against her skin. She watched them twitch slightly. “Your hands are shaking.”

  I said nothing. I couldn’t. The fiercest Military Model who survived when everyone else perished, the strong, confident leader of the cyborg rebellion was shaking. Overwhelmed by emotion, lost in a situation I had never anticipated. Images of couples having sex flooded my processors. I knew the mechanics, but Aria was more than mechanics, more than nameless couples flashing across my circuits. She was the reason my heart couldn’t regulate its beat. The reason why my vocal processors malfunctioned.

  Aria’s hands captured my cheeks, pulling my forehead down to rest against hers. “We don’t have to do this. I am more than happy to take you in my mouth again. You taste delicious.” She licked her lips and I stifled a groan. “Whatever we do will be amazing. Do you know why Reaper?”

  I shook my head.

  She smiled. “Because it’s you and me together.”

  Every self-inflicted doubt and fear disappeared. “I want this. I want you. You are mine.” An idea struck. I rolled us, putting her on top. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. “And I am yours. All of me Aria. All of me belongs to you. Take what’s yours.”

  Aria let go of my cock, scooting down my body until her pussy was hovering over my thighs. She gripped my cock again, lowering her hips until it was pressed against her entrance. She sank slowly, I watched the head of my cock slip inside her. Warm wetness met my hard flesh and I hissed. Aria rolled her hips and took me into her body inch by agonizing inch. My eyes slammed closed as she bottomed out, her thighs resting on my hips, my whole cock seated snugly inside her pussy.

  Aria blew out a breath and I opened my eyes to meet hers. “Give me a second to adjust. You’re big.” She blew out another breath.

  Worry creased my brow. “Am I hurting you? We will stop.” I gripped her hips intending to lift her off, but her hands slapped down on my chest, pressing me deeper into the mattress.

  “Don’t you even think about it! I am taking what’s mine!” Aria lifted her hips and slammed them back down. Her eyes glittered. She did it again. “Mine,” she declared.

  “Yours,” I breathed.

  *Aria*

  Reaper’s large cock was inside me, stretching me almost to the point of pain. I had never been so full in my life. His cock hit every nerve ending, including some I hadn’t even known were there.

  My palms pushed against his hard chest as I rocked my hips, savoring his hard length. Fucking Reaper might kill me, but what a way to go. I fought the urge to close my eyes and ride him. I needed to see his face, wanted to watch every emotion. This was his first time. I wanted it to be special.

  I rose up, this time, lowering slowly. Reaper’s hands tightened on my hips. His eyes sought out the space we were joined and locked on. I moved again, loving the way his eyes widened at the sight of us together.

  The contrast of his charcoal-hued cock sliding into the pink flesh of my pussy was striking and notched my passion even higher. We fit beautifully together. “Reaper,” his name came out like a prayer. “You’re a perfect fit,” I leaned down, capturing his face in my hands. “Perfect,” I whispered against his lips. He lifted his head, taking my lips with his. A hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me to him. Reaper didn’t need words, his kiss conveying everything he couldn’t say.

  I began to move faster. Reaper broke the kiss, his hips rising off the bed to meet my thrusts. My body started growing slick with sweat as I rode my cyborg. Reaper’s eyes flashed faster, blue bolts dancing across his eyes in rapid succession. I didn’t think he was going to last much longer.

  “Aria,” he groaned as his hands grabbed my hips hard. His fin
gers dug into tender flesh and I knew I’d have bruises, but I didn’t care. The bite of pain against my flesh only reminded me that Reaper wasn’t a typical man.

  He was unique...and all mine.

  That thought had my pussy tightening around his cock, which caused Reaper to throw his head back against the mattress and squeeze his eyes shut.

  “I can’t...feels fucking perfect...heaven.” Reaper’s words came out with a broken growl, lifting his head, his eyes met mine. Lines of strain crisscrossed his gorgeous face as he tried to fight the urge to come.

  “Rub my clit.” I gave the command, knowing he’d follow it.

  His hand released the death-grip he had on my hip, his finger sliding through my slick folds to do what I asked.

  Reaper rubbed once, twice. That was all I needed. The climax tore through me, white hot pleasure stealing my breath as my pussy fisted his cock before shuddering with aftershocks. I rode out the delicious waves of pleasure, trying to catch my breath. I felt Reaper give one final thrust. His body bowed, his gorgeous gray frame arched off the bed as his cock erupted, splattering my inner walls with hot cum. He bellowed my name, the force sent the headboard smacking into the wall with a loud crack. Wood splintered. Holy hell. Reaper came like a beast.

  His body stilled under mine, his hands released my hips to wrap around me, pulling me down to his chest. The steady beat of Reaper’s heart thudded against my ear.

  “Mine,” I whispered.

  *Reaper*

  Aria’s declaration danced along my circuits, her head tucked against my chest as the scent of our spent passion hung in the air. I had been thoroughly claimed. Warmth spread through my frame. My cock gave a victory twitch in Aria’s core. Her pussy fluttered in response.