Storm Surge (Cyborg Shifters Book 2)

by Naomi Lucas

  “Not in our case,” she murmured and reached up to cup his face, loving the cold metal of his mask over his face. “Can I see you?”

  Stryker bent his head down and looked at her. “I can’t risk it, babe.”

  “Even if I stand on the other side of the room?”

  He sighed. “I’ve killed so many in the past, maimed my brethren, and made mistakes. Even on the other side of the room, if you make one wrong move, I could snap out and bite you before I regain control.”

  “I promise I won’t make a move. Trust goes both ways, right?” she implored, her hands twisting into the cloth at his chest.

  He set her on her feet and she could’ve kissed him on the mouth with excitement.

  Norah rushed to the farthest corner and waited as Stryker did the same. He stared her down, eyes ablaze with electric fire and even worry as he lifted his hand to cup his mask. “Don’t come at me. Don’t move.”

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  He lifted it off his nose and let it settle around his neck. Norah stopped herself from leaning forward to get a better look at him, one that wasn’t disrupted by a violent fight.

  Stryker didn’t look like a snake, he didn’t look like any creature other than a human. She had thought he may have had scaly flesh, a receded nose, maybe even a popped out mouth but he had nothing.

  Norah canted her head and took him in, placing each curve and groove within her memory. The skin was paler than the rest of his face and where there was a hook for his nose on his mask, the real thing was straight and unbroken. She wanted to kiss every inch of him, more so because she knew she never would be able to.

  “I feel analyzed.” Stryker smiled, and it made her mouth water.

  “Part of my job.”

  “So I’m a sample subject now? Do you have to run tests on me? I could go for that. I hardly have any water in me, so you might be a little out of your element,” he teased her, and she noticed a gleam to his blue eyes but was distracted by his mouth. His teeth. And even the glimpses of his tongue.

  “Your tongue isn’t forked anymore, and your teeth? Aren't they supposed to be sharp?” As she asked him, his mouth shifted and his tongue split apart. His teeth descended into two, long, thick fangs. Norah could almost feel her flesh ripped from her body as she stared at them. “Oh.” It was all she could manage.

  His tongue slipped farther and farther out until he let out a hiss. Stryker shifted back into his humanoid appearance before she could jump back. He placed the mask back on as her pulse thumped and her blood ran cold.

  “I see why you wear the mask now.”

  Stryker came toward her and took her hand, only to rub her wrist. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

  She ignored his sentiment. “You can’t control striking out?”

  “Most of the time I can’t. And it’s a problem I deal with by protecting myself and others around me.”

  “And your venom is poisonous?”

  “Yes, and when it releases into my mouth, my saliva can be poisonous too.”

  “But you licked me…” Norah gulped.

  “I did. I know when I’m dangerous and I would never hurt you, babe.”

  “But you won’t let me come close to you with your mask off?” Norah asked, knowing somewhere in her gut that it was important.

  Stryker took a step back and crouched down in front of her. “I would never hurt you because I would never take it off with you nearby.”

  “I think you should,” she whispered. “We can create an anti-venom, just in case. I think you need to take it off around me.” He gazed up at her and she couldn’t help herself from stepping into his arms and holding his head against her belly. “I can wait until you’re ready,” Norah stroked his hair and held him to her.

  “What If I’m never ready?”

  “Then I can wait forever.”

  “Does that mean I can keep you, Norah Lee?” he asked. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies and she had an insatiable need to wrap herself around him and never let go.

  “Yeah. I think it does.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three:

  ***

  Stryker lifted Norah into his arms and held her soft curves close, so close that it would be impossible to lose her. Close enough that she wouldn’t be able to get away. He lifted her off of her toes and let his beast nuzzle against her and soak up each twitch and squirm of her body.

  She wrapped her legs around his hips and sealed herself over him. Her hands moved up his arms and clasped them around his neck.

  He wrapped his hand into her curls and pulled her head back and the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. The slip of her tongue over her lower lip and the swallow that preceded it was captured in a memory that he would cherish to the end of his days.

  Stryker laid her on the bed, softly, succumbing to her slight smile only to lift above her and tear her lab coat down the middle. The clasps ripped and the cotton shredded, popped and rushed until he had her naked and breathless beneath him.

  “Oh, god, so we’re not playing,” she squeaked out and tried to cover herself.

  He pinned her hands above her head. “I never said that.”

  His eyes slithered lower to her breasts, heaving slightly with each breath. He stared at them until she thrashed under him and her nipples peaked. So sweet. His teeth snapped. He tensed his jaw.

  The hot scent of her sex washed over him, strong enough that he could almost taste it under his mask. He shuddered as his body urged him to shift, as his beast readied itself for sex. He tried to control it, but his manhood shot out hard and heavy from his body, painful within the confines of his clothes.

  He had wanted to fuck after the fight with the Wieraptor, had wanted to trap Norah after the battle as his bloodlust became sexual lust. But he had restrained himself, and now those urges came thundering back through him again.

  “I need...” he hissed, horrified with what he needed. Wanted. Stryker looked away from her pliant female flesh and fought each breath that carried her perfume.

  “You need what?” Norah asked him, tense yet calm under his grip. “Tell me.”

  Stryker closed his eyes so he couldn’t see her.

  “Do it.”

  They snapped open. “What did you say?”

  “I said do it,” she whispered, her eyes lowering half-mast. “Do it before I die waiting for you to continue.” She pressed up against him and wiggled before lowering and hooking her legs around his middle.

  Stryker tore away from her and ripped off his clothes as his body bulked out and shifted. He left his arms free as his dick sprang free from his metal coils. Longer and thicker now. Norah gasped behind him and giggled as he grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed. His tail swished across the floor only to wrap back up and over. My bed. My bed with her in it.

  Stryker thrust his shaft against her belly, smearing his seed across her cinnamon skin.

  “I’m about to have sex with a snake,” she laughed over her unease. He knew it for what it was.

  “With a Cyborg who can ssshift into one,” he amended as her hands came off the bed to stroke the metal plates that were now his hips and thighs.

  Stryker hissed again as her calloused hands pressed around his dick and tugged on it. Norah wiggled her way down until her lips wrapped around its dripping head. His fingers pierced the bedding as he held himself back from shoving down her throat.

  Her mouth popped off and he groaned from the sound.

  “Lie back, big guy,” Norah nudged him onto the bed and straddled his tail with her naked flesh. He moved up to press into her soft flesh, and although his tail was made of metal, he could feel every slip of her pussy gliding over him.

  Her lips puckered and kissed the air as she pushed her riotous hair out of her face to keep it out of her mouth.

  It took more control than he cared to admit waiting for Norah’s mouth to suck him back in. Stryker groaned and tugged her hair back and gripped it behind her head.


  She glanced at him, a wickedly pleased gleam in her eye. “Thanks,” her raspy whisper breathed over his cock head and made him tighten his hold. He fell back as plump lips dotted kisses over his tip, little kisses that had no place in sex. Each press, wet from saliva and his cum, drifted up and down his shaft, torturous in its intent to break him.

  “This isn’t the game I imagined.” Stryker squeezed his eyes shut as Norah rocked her hips over the bend of his tail, riding him with an increasingly hurried ease. Riding the wrong part of me. Something within him rattled.

  “I’m having fun,” she finished the sentiment with a wet lick that started at the groove between his sack, making his lower half thump, and all the way up his length. His hold on her continued to strengthen as she replaced her teasing lips with a tongue that could drive a Cyborg out of his mind.

  Stryker opened his eyes to watch her bob her head up and down his length. Cleaning him with her saliva. Claiming him with her mouth. The white seed of his cum continued to gush out as she continued her torture; it glistened over her lips.

  They shared a heated look as she licked it up.

  Norah closed her mouth back on him, sucking out everything he had, and nipped him. He jerked up into her hold, holding her head over him as he slid into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

  “You’re killing me,” he groaned and pressed her head down. Stryker hissed as her throat closed over him and she swallowed him down, trying to get him further, forcing her body to accommodate his size. Norah rolled her tongue over him slowly as she gagged on his length, sucking him up as if she were starved. The bite of her nails gripped the sides of his waist as her whole body strained over him one last time before she flew back and inhaled.

  Stryker reared up as she tried to catch the air and pinned her underneath him. The sweet smell of her sweat filled his nostrils as he grabbed her behind her knees and pushed her legs up and open.

  He released her for a moment to test her opening. Finding it slick and wet. Only for me. He snapped his head and shoved his way inside of her with one sure stroke. Stryker pulled back and looked down at her impaled on his length, so beautiful and willing. He pumped into her.

  She moved from the force of his thrusts.

  He wrapped his tail around her and propped her up until their eyes met, lingering and yearning for a kiss that would never happen.

  That would only end in death.

  She thrashed as he lifted her up and down his length. Up, tight and clinging. Propped up and held onto to him, lifting her hands to grab hold of his neck. Her curls flying in waves down her back that reminded him of black silk scrunched up into decorative flowers. Norah swung her head back and locked her legs around his waist.

  Stryker gave her a moment of control before he took it away again.

  He felt her tight, blistering walls clench down on him as she climaxed. He ran the tip of his tail over her back, caressing the length of her spine.

  Norah moaned, her legs struggling around him. He grabbed her hair and tugged her head to retake her gaze. The hardware inside ignited into a blaze of fire as he pounded into her in accord with each gasp of breath.

  He smiled under his mask, relishing in the deviance of what he was about to do. He held her into him, trapped, jailed within his arms, her breasts pressed up against his chest. Stryker wanted to transform his upper half but stopped himself, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold her with his arms.

  His snake could coil around her, trap her in a suffocating embrace. Fuck her while she was held within the metal confines of his beast. The thought made his dick jump and pulsate in her tight sheath. He felt his hemipenis release from his body.

  Bigger, harder, and twisted. Curved at the tip and thickly ribbed. His tail came forward to bend around her thigh and stroke her clit.

  Stryker cupped her chin and held her gaze, watching Norah struggle to climax, watching her eyes widen and glaze as a soft squeak escaped from her. Her mouth parted, lips thick and moist, to take everything he gave her.

  “Please,” she gasped. He let his hemipenis slap out and hit her between her buttocks. He didn’t think her eyelids could widen anymore than they did and he loved her mortified, shell-shocked expression as she realized the full length of what he truly was.

  Her shock made him pump his cock deep in her erratically. The tip of his tail rolled the small pink dot of her clit, urged on by the nails sinking into his neck and shoulders.

  Norah came. And she came hard and chaotic all over him. Her body twitching and jerking, fighting against his metal shackles as a scream rose up from her throat. It took everything in his power to not join her in the throes of pleasure and relinquish his control over her.

  He had never had a woman like this, had never even thought one would ever want to see the true, horrific side of him. But as Norah strangled his cock, her butt flexing over his other penis, and his tail spreading her essence all over her sex, he knew he was never going to let her go. That he would never hold himself back from her.

  Stryker tugged her hair and watched her face as she continued to orgasm. His lips twisted into a hidden smirk as he lifted his tail up and pushed it between her plush lips. Her mouth came down and instantly started sucking on his metal, licking the ridges of his plates and cleaning it of her orgasm.

  “Damn it, Norah,” he growled, feeding himself into her, his need to be inside her growing by the second.

  Her eyes hooded as she smiled around his tail. A sheen of sweat sparkled on her brow.

  He erupted, draining his seed deep into her cunt, forcing her tight pussy to take every ounce of semen he had to give. Their joined fluids mixed and trickled between her legs. He wiped some off with his tail and fed it into her mouth again, this time covered in his cum.

  He came again as she sucked him clean. His eyes flashed as he caught the image of her milking his tail, moaning with the effort as he continued to squirt inside her pussy. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, ever could’ve imagined, and with his beast demanding he seed her again, he gave in and flipped her onto her stomach.

  Stryker crested over her and slipped his dick out with a slurp, eyeing the trickle of his milky cum leaking from her sheath. It continued to tighten and clench as he watched and was unable to help himself when he penetrated her core with his tail, filling her back up.

  “Babe,” he groaned out. “You look so sweet.”

  Norah cried and laughed at the same time, her head bent low to rest on the bed while he kept her ass up in the air. “It feels strange.”

  Stryker probed her g-spot.

  “Oh.” Her knees clamped together as her butt lifted higher in the air. “Oh. My. God,” she whined and arched into his tickling.

  He placed a hand next to her head to support himself, his head and his mask nuzzling into her hair.

  “You’re a dirty girl. I want to claim all of you,” he admitted, breathing in the scent of their sex. With his other hand, he pressed his thumb into her ass. Norah went tense under him, even her sheath closed up over his tip. He lifted up slightly as she turned her head from the bed and tried to face him.

  “I...I don’t know,” her voice husky. Her soft brow furrowed as vulnerability painted her face and colored her words.

  His beast sparked with possession. It was fiery hot and burned him up from the inside. He gripped his dick and held it up as his other cock hit the plump groove of her butt before he let go again to pull her hair.

  His nostrils flared. The metal in his upper half vibrated, waiting to be released.

  “You feel that?”

  Norah lifted up slightly on her elbows and he let go of her hair to cup her neck.

  “Yes,” she breathed and he felt her swallow with his palm.

  “Do you know about snake anatomy?” he asked.

  She twitched under him as he kept her trapped.

  “Only what you’ve shown me, what I’ve seen in specimens on–on Axone,” she whispered. The hand that held him up tightened in
to a fist by her head. Her dark, tangled curls fell over it. “They no longer exist in the wilds on Earth, only in zoos, preserves.”

  She moaned as he played with her g-spot, punctuating her words.

  “They have two cocks, Norah Lee.”

  He rubbed his second against her as she closed her eyes and lowered her head back onto the bed.

  “You can’t be serious?” she squeaked and jerked her ass up. A hint of fear laced her question.

  “I have two cocks.”

  “No you don’t,” she squirmed and tried to look back at him. “Stryker, we’re not playing anymore!”

  He laughed as she struggled under him but he allowed her to look back, seeing him holding one of his heavy shafts while the other bobbed below, and pointed straight at her.

  He couldn’t imagine what he looked like right then, a dangerous man, rippling with muscle and metal, masked, and in needing of a hard fuck; with two steel bulges in need of her tight pussy. There was worry in her eyes, and disbelief.

  “Babe,” he said and waited for her to look at him. “Ready?” It seemed like an eternity passed before she registered what he truly was, what being a shifter Cyborg actually meant. He would never force her to accept him, to take him, but if they were going to work, she had to know him.

  And what he was. He helped her along, strumming and invading her swollen sheath with the tip of his tail.

  Norah settled back onto the bed before him, stiff, tense, and he couldn’t have that. He petted her back until her pliancy returned, her teeth biting the bedspread.

  Stryker lifted his tail from her cunt and began to prep her backside.

  He let go of her neck and thrust two of his fingers in to continue toying with her g-spot. He took her essence and his seed as lubrication and before long Norah was loosening back up. He waited and pleasured her. Waited and read her body, her movements, and the noises that escaped her. And when he was inches deep in her ass, her muscles squeezing around him, he pulled out his tail and lined up his ribbed second shaft.

  Slowly, urged on by her moans, he penetrated her tight behind. Every ridged half-inch slipped in and demanded access. Minutes passed before he had a complete claim on her.