Dash took a deep breath. “Reaper, we came to ask you if...” He stopped. Pain flittered across his face. “If we could have a gathering to say goodbye to the other Service Model. I know he was the one responsible for getting Theo and you captured, but I don’t think he had a choice.” He met my eyes. “I remember him from before. He had a defect. I assumed he had been terminated. Then, I saw him, and I had hope. Now it’s gone.” Dash lowered his eyes. “I understand you are angry at him, but if you won’t do it for him, then I ask you do it for me.”
Damn Service Model was killing me. I recalled all the cyborgs I had lost. How I had never gotten the chance to say goodbye. How could I deny Dash’s request? The truth was, I couldn’t. I gripped Dash’s shoulder. “For you, my friend, I’ll do this.”
“Thank you.” Dash’s shoulders dropped, the tension disappearing from his frame. Iris reached up and patted his cheek and Dash leaned into the touch.
“We will do it this afternoon. I’ll inform the other cyborgs, and anyone who wants to attend will be welcome. Your brother will be sent home with a proper goodbye.”
Dash gave a quick nod and they were gone, disappearing down the hallway.
A slim arm wrapped my waist. “Have I told you I love you?”
I drew Aria closer. “Not today.”
Theo rolled his eyes. “What am I going to do with you two?” He sighed. “But, I am proud of you. Dash is my friend and he’s hurting. This will help. You did good.” He gave my back a pat. “We will start helping Dash right now. No more goo-goo eyes, you two. We have things to do. Let’s go.” Turning around, he marched into our room expecting us to follow.
“I believe he just gave us an order.” Aria laughed as she followed Theo with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
“I’m still in charge.” I announced rather loudly.
“Of course you are, sexy,” she said with a laugh.
Something in her tone told me that wasn’t the case.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Aria
The Service Model’s gathering had gone as well as it could have. Most of the other cyborgs had joined us for the service. All except Acer. The yellow cyborg now had a human female tucked away in his quarters. Reaper made sure the female was there willingly. The girl had grown terrified with the thought of being separated from Acer. She had clung to the yellow cyborg, her fear nearly sending Acer off the deep end. My cyborg made the quick decision to leave them be for now.
Theo insisted on spending the night with Dash and Iris. I explained they needed space, but Dash interrupted me explaining he would enjoy having Theo’s company. Since Theo had been witness to what had happened to the Service Model, I thought that having Dash with him reassured him his friend was okay. And Dash needed the distraction.
So, after asking a hundred times if Iris and he were sure and them telling me over and over they were, I gave Theo a hug and sent him off with Dash and Iris. Now, it was just me and my cyborg. All alone. Our quarters all to ourselves.
Whatever should we do? My brain quipped.
I know.
Of course you do.
Our cyborg died, in case you have forgotten. That would have been it. The amusement park closed down for all eternity. I would never be able to ride again.
Is that all you care about?
No, but he’s ours. Perfect time to show him.
Can’t argue with that.
Reaper sat on the couch, his back to me. I watched the rise and fall of his shoulders. With my upgrade, I could even detect the slight movement of his black t-shirt. My hands itched to get under that t-shirt, to explore his rebuilt frame and kiss every new scar.
I leaned down, brushing my nose along the side of his neck. “Still smell the same.” I took a lick. The taste of him burst on my tongue. “And taste the same. Yum.”
His frame shivered. Nothing sexier than having your very own cyborg shiver at your touch. The space between my thighs grew damp. Blaming it on the horny, one-tracked side of my brain would be easy, but I knew all of me wanted Reaper. My nostrils flared as I picked up the hint of my own arousal.
A sharp intake of breath and a low growl informed me my cyborg had picked up on the scent, too. “You smell far more delicious. You’ll taste even better, come here.” He didn’t need to ask twice. I hopped over the back of the couch and landed in his lap. He gave a grunt of surprise.
“Quickest route.” I smirked, sliding my fingers under his shirt to toy with his nipple. He caught my wandering fingers and flexed his thighs beneath my ass. The hard length of his cock brushed against my rapidly-heating core and I uttered a tiny moan. I thought about skipping the appetizer and going right for the main course, but I remembered what a talented tongue my cyborg possessed. And fingers. Definitely not skipping the appetizer course.
Gray fingers gripped my waist as he lifted me off his lap and planted me on the couch. His knees hit the floor as he spread my thighs, positioning himself between them.
His hungry gaze met mine and he smiled. With a tug, my pants, along with my panties, ended up around my ankles and I kicked them off, anticipation causing my nipples to swell under the thin cotton of my shirt. Trapped by a bra, the hard tips rubbed against the fabric and I choked back a moan. I was nothing more than a sensitive bundle of nerves, every part of me begged to be touched, kissed or licked. It didn’t matter the order. Reaper would make sure I got what I needed.
One hand stroked up my thigh and I noticed he had hidden the other hand behind his back. He was hiding the hand that revealed his metal frame. A bit of my lust cooled as an ache formed in my chest. I placed my hand on his, stopping its path up my thigh.
Confusion played over Reaper’s face.
“Both hands, Reaper.” I tugged on his upper arm, pulling it free from behind his back. “I want you to touch me with both hands.” The hand not trapped by mine hovered over my thigh for just a moment then it dropped, a rush of coolness meeting my heated skin. I didn’t stop the moan that bubbled up, the dueling texture of both hands felt incredible. Both the man and machine now had a hold on my flesh. Need flared back to life in full-force, but Reaper’s hands remained frozen against my thighs.
I met his eyes and saw hesitation still lingering in his blue depths. He needed to know how incredible I felt. How sexy he was, no matter how many pieces of his frame shown through. He could walk up a gleaming form of nothing, but his frame, and I would still want and love him. He was my Reaper. Nothing would ever change that.
Sliding my hand down his arm, I grasped his exposed hand and brought it directly to my core. My heat bathed his fingers as I pressed them deeper between my folds. I gasped, loving the feeling of the cooler, slick metal resting against my hot center.
His eyes widened at the sound then they fixed on the sight of his fingers on my pussy.
“You don’t need enhanced senses to know I how much I love your hand there.” I rocked my hips. “You can feel it.”
*Reaper*
Feel it? It was like my wires were on fire. The heat from Aria’s pussy scorched my metal; flames raced up my fingers, burning my processors. The sensation scrambled my circuits. I was sure she could see my CPU smoking. I had forgotten how sensitive my bare frame could be. It wasn’t simply that setting my world ablaze.
Aria invited me in. Machine. Man. Her body. Her eyes. Her heart and soul desired me as I am. Bring me a thousand armies to defeat, challenge me to battle after battle—nothing would ever feel as good as this. Love, longing, and lust swirled in my circuits, a heady mix making me feel like I had ingested a heavy dose of Syth-all. Punch drunk on emotion.
“Need you,” I managed to growl as I dived into the delicious space between her thighs, feasting on her clit, my finger toying with her entrance.
Her hips arched off the couch. “Reaper.” My name came out breathy. “More.” Her thighs squeezed my shoulders as she tried to rock faster, but I yanked my fingers from her cunt and grasped her thighs pinning her to the couch.
She whimper
ed as I moved off her clit and dragged my tongue through her folds. I lifted my head, licking my lips. “Delicious.” Her eyes were glossy, her body tense under my palms. I couldn’t give her what she needed. Not yet. My very hard and trapped cock gave an outcry at my decision. Too bad. We both had to wait. I had to fulfill my promise.
“Remember when I threatened to put you over my knee?” She could only nod as she swallowed hard; the delicate lines of her throat strained against her neck. “I do believe it’s time for you to receive your spanking, princess.”
She had disobeyed Dax, injecting herself with something that could have killed her, causing herself unimaginable pain and agony. She then stormed into Dr. Rosenfield’s hidden lab, regardless of the danger, launching a rescue with no thought to herself. A wave of pride flowed through my circuits, followed by fear. Aria was essential to my survival. Without her, I had nothing. She required a lesson from her Military Model.
I rose and reached for her. “Wrap yourself around my waist.” She obeyed immediately, her legs wrapping tight around my waist. I strode to the bedroom, dropping her on the bed.
Her breath came out as little pants, and I forced myself to not give in to the urge to dive between her thighs and make her come as fast as possible and then fuck her until we were both sated.
I gripped the sides of my pants. “Being between your thighs. Tasting you, feeling you against my frame was beyond the capacity of my processors.” I tore my pants off with a brutal tug. My cock sprung free and her greedy eyes devoured it. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and my cock to bobbed in approval. I curled my hands into fists, locking my frame to the floor. I refused to fuck her until she had been properly reprimanded. Her reckless behavior almost got her killed.
Tearing off my t-shirt, the air in the room shifted as I stalked towards her; my whole frame buzzed with energy. I stood in front of her proudly, knowing she didn’t care about my new scars. I had been rebuilt for her, her blue eyes raked over my naked frame, appreciation in her gaze. I inhaled, trying to detect any hint of fear and finding only the sweet scent of her arousal.
“You can stop me at anytime, princess.” I reached for her, ridding her of the last few pieces of clothing, baring her naked body to my hungry gaze. The tips of her nipples strained towards me as the slickness of her thighs gleamed under the bedroom lights. “Beautiful.” I sat on the bed, angling my knees outward and patted my thighs. “Come.”
Chapter Fifty-Three
Aria
My body hummed with need. I had been on the verge of coming on the couch, but Reaper had a different idea. My clit throbbed an angry beat, but my mind was consumed with the knowledge my first fantasy of Reaper was coming true. I don’t know when I had turned into a hedonist, but here I sat, my pussy practically gushing at the thought of him slapping my ass. Hard. And with that hot, metal hand of his. I bit back a groan.
Draping my body over his lap, my ass became perfectly presented for his punishment. I tensed as his hand flattened against one ass cheek.
“I wish could see how beautiful you look right now.” He kneaded the flesh beneath his palm “Your ass bared to me, the sweet smell of your honey cycling through my processors.” He inhaled, his abs flexing against my side.
“I’m ready.” I trembled. “So ready!” I confessed, tilting my head up and to the side, I looked back at his handsome face.
The corners of his lips tipped up slightly and then he struck. Once. Twice. Always careful of his strength, the blows landing with perfect force. After each strike, his lips found my feverish flesh and nuzzled the warm, red skin, placing kisses over it, easing the sting.
I writhed on his lap, my fingers grabbed fistfuls of the blankets as I rode the exquisite wave of pain and pleasure. His hand moved over to the neglected cheek, repeating the same pattern with his exposed hand, and to my surprise, I wiggled my ass against his palm begging for more. Wetness dripped from between my legs, anointing his naked thighs. I longed to see my ass painted crimson with his handprints. He halted his strikes, but I continued squirming on his lap, my worked-up body was past the point of rational thought.
Something smooth pushed against my pussy. That glorious hand was back in all its metallic glory, teasing my entrance. I spread my thighs wider over his lap, inviting him in.
I heard his fast breathing above me and could make out the pounding of his heart. My cyborg was no longer regulating his systems.
He was lost, as well, to the haze of need burning between us. “I’ll never forget the first time you came apart on my fingers.”
I moaned as he slid a finger into my tight channel and then another, fucking me slowly, broken gasps falling from my lips. I arched my back, pushing against his fingers, trying to draw them in even deeper. He moved faster, his thumb working its way to rub my clit in time with his fingers. That was all I needed, my body too primed to hold on longer. Bright lights danced as I hurtled off the edge, soaring as rapture stole the scream from my throat.
Reaper growled low. “Can’t wait. Have to have you.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled me upright, positioning me over his waiting cock, impaling me with one thrust as aftershocks continued pulsing in my pussy. He bottomed out, my still-stinging ass cheeks slapping against his hard thighs, and I sank my teeth into his shoulder. He fucked me hard, my abused skin slapped against his unrelenting frame. With every thrust, I clung to his shoulders as he hit a spot that made me see stars. I didn’t hold back, climbing higher, waiting to fly, knowing Reaper would always catch me.
“Now,” he ordered, and I let go, his name breaking free this time as he followed me, emptying himself inside my pussy with a roar.
I hung onto him limply, my arms wrapped around his neck to hold him close. His warm cinnamon scent rose up as he cuddled me close to his frame. Body sated, I reveled in the tender aftermath. Fierce and fast fucking had turned into something sweet. Reaper was a study in contrasts. Hard. Soft. Programming. Choice. War. Peace. Every side created perfection.
Perfection that was all for me.
Reaper broke the silence. “I love you,” he whispered. My breath caught, and I held him even tighter, content to not move, wishing to hold on this moment a bit longer.
My fingers found the new scar wrapped across his throat, tracing it gently. He melted into my touch, the vulnerable spot left open to my seeking fingers. My hands moved up to his face, cupping his cheeks and resting my forehead to his. His cock remained snugly inside the confines of my pussy, every inch of his frame pressed against my skin. I brushed my thumb over his lips. “Mine,” I whispered.
“Yours,” he affirmed.
*Reaper*
I sat at the kitchen table with Aria and Theo flanking me and stared at the plate in front of me suspiciously. Dash and Iris had dropped Theo back at our quarters this morning and Theo insisted I try something called pancakes.
I lifted the fork, a sticky coffee-colored substance dripped off to plop on the plate. “Are you positive this is edible?” I examined the stack of pancakes with a skeptical look.
“Try it, Reaper,” Theo challenged.
Aria clapped a hand over her mouth, laughter escaping through the cracks between her fingers. I raised an eyebrow. “This amuses you?” She nodded, dissolving into a new fit of giggles when I stuck my tongue out to take a tiny lick. It was a strategic maneuver. Never rush the battlefield without first testing your opponent.
The taste hit the processing receptors on my tongue; pure sweetness sent them reeling. A hint of artificial maple followed as an afterthought, sugar definitely meant to be the star of the show.
As the flavor shot through my system, all hope was lost. How had I lasted this long not knowing of it’s marvelous existence, I wondered. I shoved the whole fork into my mouth, inhaling the perfect bite of pancake and the liquid-gold called syrup.
Aria gave Theo a playful nudge. “I’ve seen that look. Reaper’s been compromised,” she whispered with a wink.
A pleased smile broke out o
n Theo’s face. “I knew you would like it!”
I inhaled the rest of the pancakes on the plate, licking the remaining drops of syrup from my fork. “More,” I demanded. Theo piled more pancakes onto my plate, drenching them in the delicious thing called syrup. I stabbed a big bite, it was half way to my mouth when Aria stopped me.
“Slow down. Eat too much of that, and it’s lights out, big guy. Complete system shutdown. Another cyborg bites the pancake dust.”
The fork hit the plate with clank. I stared down the pancakes like a deadly enemy.
“Whoa, take it easy. You don’t need to murder the pancakes. I probably should have worded that better.”
“Explain,” I said, still glaring at the plate.
“Too much sugar seems to overload cyborg processors. You will run around like crazy and then pass out, dead to the world.” She glanced at Theo. “Remember the night you invited yourself into our quarters? Theo had been with Dax all afternoon. I don’t even want to guess how many pancakes he let Theo eat.”
“A lot.” Theo grinned.
“Honestly, I’m not sure how much a full-grown cyborg would have to eat to affect them, but I wanted to give you a warning. You probably want to pass it on since Theo seems bound and determined to get every single cyborg addicted to pancakes.” She smiled, reaching out to rub his head.
Theo looked my way. “It’s one of my missions,” he said earnestly.
“I’m just grateful The Global Allegiance didn’t figure it out. If they had, the cyborgs would have been out like a room full of kindergarteners at nap time.”
Staring at the bite of deliciousness hanging from my fork I decided to live a little. After all, if I did pass out, Aria would have an excuse to tuck me in her bed. Like Theo would say, it was a win-win.
I stuffed the fork into my mouth. “Some things are worth the risk.” I gave Aria a wink causing her to blush a pretty shade of pink.
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