Despite everything I had gathered, nothing in this room could fix a broken heart. A condition my blueberry was currently suffering from. Lines of blue skin had bunched around his eyes, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. Every time he walked past me, his fingers would dart out, brushing against my skin. He needed the contact, a reassurance I was still here, that he wasn’t facing this alone.
His footsteps came to a sudden halt. “I remember him.” He said softly. His shoulders sagged as he met my eyes. “We were the last model type to be created. They put us on display, checking every inch to ensure perfection. The Service Model next to me had a flaw. He was taken down from his display. Ordered to return to the manufacturing vat.” Dash gave a shudder. “To be returned to the vat equaled a death sentence.” He threw himself onto the couch, his big shoulders curling over his chest as he hung his head in his hands. “He should have been terminated but there he was on that cold, exam table. I knew it was him by the flaw in his design.”
Sitting next to him, I wrapped my arm around his waist. “I didn’t notice any flaw. He looked perfect to me.”
Dash pulled me onto his lap, his arms clinging to me, my body offering comfort in a way I knew only Service Models required. They needed to be touched. It was a requirement in their programming. I think I might have inherited the same requirement. Then again, it could probably just be that I loved having his hands on me. No matter how many times we touched, I never got enough.
“The flaw was minor. One of his eyes is a different shade of blue. I don’t know if the defect would be detectable with human eyesight.”
My jaw dropped, horrified. “They were going to murder him for something a human wouldn’t have even noticed?” My nose wrinkled. A wave of nausea rolled through me. I pressed my hand against my stomach trying to keep the contents from decorating Dash’s t-shirt.
Dash rubbed soothing circles over my back. Even hurting, he took care of me. I sure got lucky in the boyfriend department. I still didn’t understand how humans could have treated cyborgs the way they did. The blue Service Model in the lab another example of humanity’s cruelty to things they believed beneath them. I snuggled closer to Dash, grateful my cyborg was no longer at their mercy.
“Screw them. He’s perfect. When he wakes up we will show him.”
“When?” Dash repeated softly.
“Yes, when, blueberry. Didn’t you hear Theo? That little Military Model means business. Defy him and prepare for a boot to meet your shin. He made Acer hop. Would you disobey him?”
Dash shook his head, his chin skimming my hair. “I’m not that brave.”
“Neither am I.” I peppered kisses over his t-shirt. “Take me to bed.” I ran my hands over his frame. “Let me love you.”
“Always.” Dash stood, carrying me from the couch.
I kissed the top of his scar. “And forever.”
Chapter Thirty
Aria
I threw my body down on the couch. Theo had joined Axios and Dax in the common room. I was sure he was getting them to bond over pancakes. That left me all alone with a certain sexy gray cyborg who currently was taking up a cushion and a half on the couch. I suppressed a giggle. A tiny snort escaped. Reaper’s eyebrows shot up. I had never noticed how funny that looked. Cyborgs were bald. What good did eyebrows serve? The fact that they matched the color of their skin suddenly made it more hilarious. Green, blue, purple. At least gray appeared closer to a normal hue in terms of eyebrows. Wait. Old men had gray eyebrows. And were bald. I gave Reaper a once over.
Oh. My. God. I was dating a senior citizen. No. A senior cyborg.
That’s what did it. I lost it, doubling over; laughter bubbled from my lips as tears burned the corners of my eyes.
Reaper gripped my shoulder. “Aria what’s wrong? Is your programming malfunctioning?”
For his humanness, he was still such a cyborg. I laughed harder, sucking in air, trying to find a way to form words before he raced me back to Dr. Shaw, demanding she fix me. Shit had hit the fan back at the lab. I didn’t want to go back there. Not, at least, for a while.
“I’m...fine...relax.” the words were choked out between laughs. I righted myself on the couch, forcing myself to take some deep breaths. I risked a glance at Reaper. He still wore the ‘I don’t know what the fuck is going on’ look. I choked back another laugh. God how long has it been since I truly laughed? Stomach clenching, hard to breathe, tears streaming type of laugher. It seemed like forever.
Grabbing Reaper’s face, I kissed him hard. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything.” Confusion settled on his face. His handsome, still sexy even with the eyebrow thing, face.
“I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.”
“Something about me amused you, sparking your mad bout of laughter?”
Mad bout of laughter? To a cyborg who hadn’t had much to smile, let alone laugh about, it probably looked like a form of madness. I simply ignored it.
“It was your...” laughter threatened to overtake me, yet again. Get it together, Aria. Just spit it out. “Your eyebrows.”
He quirked them in response.
Don’t do it, girl. He already thinks you’ve gone crazy.
Do you ever shut up?
Get that fine piece of ass naked and I promise radio silence.
Is sex the only thing you think about?
When our cyborg is in the room, hell yes.
Our cyborg?
You claimed him. Since I’m technically part of you. Yep. He’s our cyborg.
He’s more than a piece of ass you know? He’s sweet and funny and kind and badass and...
And has weird eyebrows?
You’re not helping.
That bitch had the nerve to shrug.
Didn’t say I was here to help.
Fuck you
No, I want you to fuck him, weird eyebrows and all.
Works for me.
I jumped into his lap, taking him by surprise. His eyebrows rose even further. I traced an eyebrow. “I suddenly found it strange you have eyebrows. Why? You don’t have a single hair anywhere else.”
He frowned. “Do you wish I had hair?” He tried asking it nonchalantly, but his voice held an edge. He rubbed a hand over his head like the action could spontaneously spout hair if he willed it.
No. If I willed it. I tugged his hand down. “No, bald is sexy.” I shower his head in kisses then I leaned down, drawing a deep breath, filling my lungs with his magnificent scent. I nipped the corded muscles of his neck. He inhaled sharply. I felt his cock harden under my ass. I’m quite pleased my cyborg doesn’t require much to flip his switch. My hands on him alone do the trick.
He makes me feel pretty. Special. Wanted. I want him to feel the same. To never worry that he isn’t enough. I’ve already told him once, but I plan to repeat as necessary. My cyborg acts tough but underneath the layers of badass, hides a metal-wrapped marshmallow. Not that I am going to mention that fact.
I slipped a hand under his shirt, caressing his chest. “Let me show you how sexy I think you are.” I gave him a wink.
The worry on his face vanished and he flashed me a megawatt grin. His cock gave a twitch against my ass. “He’s on board with the plan.”
He chuckled. “He’s always on board.”
I drew a lazy a circle around one nipple. “He knows what he wants. Tell me, Reaper, what do you want?”
Chapter Thirty-One
Reaper
What I want? My circuits screamed. My cock was hard enough to cut fucking glass. What I want is sitting on my lap, threatening every bit of my control. But she wants words. I swallow hard. “You. Princess. I want you.”
She rolls my nipple between her fingers before giving it pinch. “Then what are you waiting for?”
My whole frame jolted. Dear God, she’s trying to kill me! “Aria,” I growled. I caught her hand, flattening it to my chest, restricting her devious fingers. She barely touched me and my body responds like a ma
n starving. I am acting like a Service Model. Desperate for touch, addicted to the contact. “I’m fighting to stay in control.” I hissed through clenched teeth.
Her other hand wiggled between our bodies, gripping my cock, and giving it a squeeze. My eyes rolled back. My female went right in for the kill. Her hand laid claim to my cock like she laid claim to me.
“Don’t. Fight.” She strokes my cock.
I snapped. Tossing her over my shoulder, I stomped towards the bedroom. Her hand slid down to cup my ass cheek. “You have the best ass. Seriously.” She gave it a smack.
I stumbled. “Behave.” I ordered.
She didn’t follow my direction. Another smack landed on my ass. Then a squeeze. I halted, freezing mid-step. Gripping the waistband of her pants, I tugged; material tore as I ripped them from her frame. My female wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The beautiful curves of her ass taunted me. The fragrance of her arousal invaded my processors. I traced one thigh, working a finger between them and into her core.
She gasped sharply at my invasion, her fingers digging into my back as her pussy clenched around my finger. “Not fair,” she hissed.
I worked my finger in and out of her wet slit. “I ordered you to behave. You didn’t listen.” The pad of my thumb brushed her clit. She moaned. “My tongue is envious of my finger princess. It’s dying for a taste. What’s the term you humans use? Pussy diving?” I withdrew my finger, shoving it in my mouth; my lips smacked against my glistening gray skin. I made sure she could hear what I was doing. I licked it clean, a sound of pleasure rattling in the back of my throat. “Mmm...I definitely want to go pussy diving.”
She groaned. “Talking-dirty Reaper might be my new favorite.”
I gave her ass a light tap and resumed walking, this time a little faster than before. Her taste burned on my tongue. I needed more. I carried her to the bed and set her down. She landed on the bed with a soft oomph then sat up, the lower half of her body bare. Her perfect ass made a small imprint on my comforter. I reached for her shirt, tearing it off her. Her bra followed, becoming nothing more than scraps of fabric tossed on the floor.
She didn’t make any move to stop me, simply smirking as I destroyed the remaining bits of clothing. No fear showed on her features, only desire, her eyes hooded as she watched me. The dominating side of my nature broke free. Military Models we’re not designed to be passive. I’d observed Dax. He was the model-type to ask permission for everything. Go slow. Do not give demands or orders. My circuits hummed with the need to take. I let her lead the first encounter. Now, I would show her something Military Models excel at.
I dragged her down until her ass rested on the edge of the bed. “Spread your thighs.” I directed, inwardly grinning when she complied without hesitation. I knelt between her spread thighs, working in my large frame, spreading her even wider. My palms slid up her thighs slowly; her muscles tensed under my hands. She sucked in a breath, anticipation darkening her eyes, her pussy dripping honey as my fingers slid higher.
On the battlefield, you must earn your victory. Observe your opponent. Plan every move of the mission. Rushing in to snatch the prize without thought often led to failure.
My lips dipped to kiss a path up one thigh, following the trail of my hand, worshipping her soft skin with my mouth. I stopped at the juncture of her thighs. I blew warm air across the pink bud, peeking out to greet me, before giving her other thigh the same attention. When my warm breath, instead of my tongue, fanned her clit, she let out a groan of frustration.
“I though you wanted to suit up and go pussy diving. Why are you hanging out in the shallow end?” Her hands tried putting my mouth where she wanted it, but I was quicker, pinning her hands to the bed.
I growled low in warning. “Because I decide when. I will earn my victory, sweetness. I will map your beautiful body, plot every inch until you’re begging for release.” I lifted my head to flick my tongue over a dusty pink nipple. Her back arched, pushing her breasts out like an open invitation to feast. “See how your body responds? Your beautiful breasts beg for my attention” I lapped the underside of her breast, giving her nipple a quick nip. She moaned and arched her back to push her breast deeper into my mouth. I accepted her invitation, licking, biting, and sucking both breasts until the skin turned a lovely shade of pink under my attention. I could have spent days simply worshiping her breasts, but I had promised to earn my victory. There was a whole canvass of beautiful skin to discover.
Kissing my way down her chest, I used my mouth to trace the softness of her frame, indulged in her luscious curves, marveled at how different her body was compared to mine. There was no hard-metal frame beneath her skin, no circuits and wires that could be replaced if needed. Her form was fragile. Vulnerable. It demanded my protection while the fire in her eyes revealed a soul carved from steel. I would never be content with just her body. I wanted her heart, her soul, her everything. “Beautiful,” I whispered as I kissed the top of her mound. “There is nothing better than your taste. I need more.”
I dove into her heat and buried my face between her thighs. The first swipe of my tongue had her arching off the bed. “Just getting started, princess. Sit back and enjoy the dive.” I used my fingers to open her to my tongue, exploring the tender outer lips, mapping her pussy with my mouth. “So pink and pretty,” I growled before I went deep into her depths, fucking her with my tongue, drinking directly from the source.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails sunk into my gray flesh. “Oh God!” Her hands clawed my back as her thighs tried to slam closed, but she was pinned open by my massive frame. Her pussy spilled wave after wave of delicious honey and I consumed every drop, desperate for more. I knew the way to get it. The pad of my thumb sought her clit, rubbing it in time with the thrusts of my tongue. It pushed her over the edge and she came on my tongue with a scream, her taste flooded my mouth, coating my lips and chin in her release.
Pride surged through my circuits as I sat back on my heels, licking the remaining drops from my lips. The feeling of her cumming on my tongue was another experience branded onto my memory banks. I loved how her body responded to my attention, it was as if she was made for me.
I looked over her frame; it was flushed a delicious shade of pink. Her eyes were closed as she blew out a shaky breath. Her eyes slowly opened, twinkling with satisfaction. “You are the only man that gets to dive from now on.” She caught my chin, pressing her mouth to mine, tasting herself on my lips. “That was incredible. You are incredible.” My circuits hummed at the compliment. No one ever thought I was incredible. No one ever cared if I lived or died. The look in Aria’s eyes told me she would. I kissed her hard, my processors on overload as I try to navigate all the new things she has awakened in me. I feel fresh off the vats, brand new and unsure but happy to be alive. Aria had brought me to life. I had been merely existing, content to lie to myself that I didn’t need anyone or anything. I had been a fool.
I gave her a gentle push; she fell back on the bed with a laugh. I tore my clothes off with a few hard tugs, baring my frame to her heated gaze. “We’re not done yet, princess.”
She licked her lips, spreading her legs wide, making room for me between her thighs. “I’m all yours, Reaper.”
I climbed on the bed and caged her body with mine, positioning my cock at her entrance. “Mine,” I snarled as I thrust my cock into her welcoming pussy, burying myself to the hilt. I held still, resisting the urge to move, wanting to memorize the way she feels under my frame. The frenzy to take her eased as I realized I no longer want a fast and furious fuck. With slow and steady thrusts, I start to move, paying homage to the female who has altered my very programming. Her legs wrapped around my waist as her hips rose to match my thrusts, her lips fused to mine, her hands roamed over the scars marring my flesh.
“Love me,” she commanded, and I obey. Increasing the pace, I moved faster, her moans and broken cries filled the space as my balls drew tight against my frame. My control slipped as I slam
med into her, driving her higher and higher until I felt her pussy tighten around my cock.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I hissed. “You are mine.” I growled harshly. That was the final push and we tumbled over the edge together, my bellow mixing with the sweet sound of her calling my name as I cum so hard I short circuit. I have just enough power left to roll over, taking her with me so I don’t crush her under my weight.
Tendrils of blonde hair stuck to her face and she brushed them back, revealing a look of wonder on her face. “I have never felt this way, Reaper. You feel like home. How is that possible?”
I withdrew from her body and tucked her against my chest, her small frame fit against mine like we are two pieces from the same puzzle. I nuzzled her head with my chin. “Because I was made for you,” I told her, feeling the truth of those words down into my core.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Aria
“Because I was made for you.” Those words stopped me in my tracks. The ‘L-word’ does its neat flashing trick in my mind, lighting up so bright, I struggled to ignore it. A tiny part of my brain felt like it is too soon. Logic would say, after suffering a trauma, I shouldn’t be making major life decisions. My heart told logic to fuck off. I’ve already decided my life before cyborgs is over.
Should I be worried that I’ve tossed myself into the lap of the cyborg who chokes others and wields a battle axe? Probably. Do I? Not one fucking iota. I feel the safest I’ve ever felt in my whole life. Not because he’s a cyborg. Not because he’s a Military Model trained to kill more effectively than any other person on the planet. Not because he’s strong enough to bench press tractor trailers.
Simply because he is Reaper.
He’s the cyborg who came to my door day after day even after I, and Theo, repeatedly slammed it in his face. I was nasty, told him I hated him, but still, he came.
He’s the cyborg who found me broken on a dirty floor and held me to him like I was something precious. He’s the cyborg who believes I am a warrior, not half of a girl who’s scared of the dark. He’s the cyborg that understands Theo and I are a package deal and who wants to claim my son as his own.
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