Bretdon: A Cyborg's fighting machine first and only Mate (The Cyborgs Reborn Book 3)

by T. J. Quinn

  As eager as she was, he slid his hard cock deep inside her growling his pleasure.

  Thrust after thrust, he guided them both through the path to paradise and in no time, waves of sheer pleasure crashed over them, pushing them over the edge and right into an ocean of bliss.

  When the waves finally subsided, he pulled her against his chest and hugged her tight. “I never thought I would find this kind of happiness,” he whispered in her ear. “My life was so sterile from the very beginning, so cold and empty I never dreamed things could be different.”

  She turned around to face him. “You make me that happy, too. I had lost hope I would find that perfect match my mother always told me about, but now I know it’s you,” she confessed.

  He looked at her as if he couldn’t believe her words.

  “It’s alright if you don’t feel the same,” she quickly assured him, turning around looking for a robe to put on, suddenly feeling too exposed. “I just thought you should know how I feel, that’s all,”

  He captured her, stopping her search and lifted her chin until she was looking at him. “Of course, I feel the same. I have no idea when I fell in love with you, but there is no doubt in my heart about my feelings for you,” he assured her.

  She let out a sob, too amazed to utter a word. She couldn’t believe her hard cyborg was confessing his love for her. “You love me?” she finally mumbled.

  He kissed her sweet lips. “I love you, more than I thought it was possible to love someone.”

  She threw herself into his arms, as much as her belly allowed her and hugged him tightly. “I love you too, so much I would die if I ever lose you.”

  He cradled her face and kissed her again. “You’ll never lose me,” he promised, his lips pressed against hers.

  “But, you want to leave for Arcadia,” she murmured, remembering his desire to leave the planet.

  “It was never my plan to leave you behind. You’re mine, and I would have taken you with me, even if I had to kidnap you.”

  There was some darkness in his tone, but she didn’t mind. She loved the fact he would do anything to keep her at his side.

  He took her to bed and covered her body with caresses and kisses before he made love to her again, this time, in the gentlest way he could, worshiping every inch of her.

  “I love you,” she murmured, right before she fell asleep, drained from all the lovemaking and the emotional roller coaster she had undergone that night.

  He kissed her forehead. “I love you too,” he whispered before he jumped out of bed.

  When he had accepted the invitation to stay in the caves, he had decided to become a member of the guards that insured the safety of the people living in it.

  He had started by asking the council to replace the curtains by actual doors, and now he also took shifts at guarding the entrance.

  That night, he was scheduled for guard duty, and once he was sure Ophelia was sound asleep, he left the room and headed to the entrance.

  Ophelia woke up and looked around trying to figure out what had awoken her. She was alone in the room since Bretdon was working his shift at the caves’ entrance, so she knew it hadn't been him.

  She turned on the lights and looked around, trying to determine what disrupted her sleep, when a searing pain crossed her belly and took her breath away.

  She was in labor.

  Scared, she pressed her hands against her tense belly and tried to sooth the pain, to no use.

  Before she could breathe normally again, another contraction crashed over her, making her let out a small cry.

  She needed to get some help. Her mother no longer slept in the room next to hers. She had protested a few weeks ago they were too loud for a woman her age, so there was no one around.

  She got out of bed as fast as possible, but the contractions were getting more frequent and a lot more painful.

  She put on her robe and breathing hard she walked to the room’s door, making a couple of stops on the way, to regain her strength after each contraction. She finally made it to the door and opened it.

  By then, she was feeling a tremendous pressure in her lower belly, and she was sure she wouldn’t make it to the infirmary. Remembering Bretdon’s enhanced hearing, she called out his name, as loud as possible.

  Bretdon had spent the whole night feeling restless. He was the kind of men that relied more on his mind than his instincts. But that night he hadn't been able to shake off the feeling something was about to happen.

  The sun was about to come out on the horizon when he heard someone shouting his name.

  Startled, he looked around. “Did you hear something?” he asked the men with him.

  “No, we didn’t,” one of them assured him.

  But he heard it again, and since he was paying attention to it, he recognized Ophelia’s voice.

  “I have to go, Ophelia is calling me,” he yelled at the other men as he ran towards their room.

  It only took him a couple of minutes to reach her. She was clinging to the door, breathing hard and clearly in pain.

  “The baby… is coming…”

  “I’ll take you to the infirmary,” he said picking her up in his arms.

  “No!” she shouted. “There’s no time, I can feel him almost out,” she added, breathing hard.

  Scared as he had never been in his life, he took her back to bed before he returned to the door and let out a loud shout for help.

  “Bret… please… I need you…” she called out to him, and he immediately returned to her side.

  Trying to control his panic, he accessed all the information he had on delivering babies and crawled on the bed, asking her to part her legs. He needed to know how far she was.

  “Damn,” he muttered when he discovered the baby’s head almost completely out. It was looking sideways, and he quickly realized he had to help him rotate.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, barely breathing.

  “The baby is almost out,” he told her, trying to hide how scared he was from her.

  “What’s going on?” a woman at the door asked.

  “She’s in labor. Please call the doctors,” he shouted.

  The woman disappeared. And Bretdon went quickly to the bathroom and washed his hands before he returned to her side and started helping the baby to face down.

  “Bret… I need to push…” she warned him and before he could utter an answer the baby was sliding out of her into his arms.

  Ophelia let out a loud cry and fell back on the pillows, exhausted.

  “What happened?” the doctors entered the room and rapidly took over the situation.

  One of them took the baby from Bretdon’s arms and cleared his airways, while the other two checked on Ophelia. In no time, they had the baby lying on her chest, sobbing his annoyance for being kicked out of his mother’s womb.

  Dr. Jones handed him a pair of scissors. “Since you did all the hard work, I believe you should have the honor to cut the cord,” he said with a smile.

  With a huge knot of emotion closing his throat, he nodded and proceeded to cut the cord. Ophelia looked at him, crying in silence, too amazed by the small miracle in her arms to say a word.

  He took a seat next to her and kissed her forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.

  She nodded and smiled.

  “We need to take the placenta out,” Dr. Smith warned her. “Why don’t you hand the baby to Bretdon, so that you can push a little bit more?” he suggested, and she did as he told her.

  Bretdon held the baby in his arms and stepped aside, to allow the doctors to help her.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “Is the baby born?” Marisa’s voice came from the door, and with a proud smile, he took the baby towards her.

  “Meet your grandson, Marisa,” he said, showing her the baby.

  The older woman took the baby in her arms and let out a small cry of happiness. “He’s perfect,” she murmured.

  Sandra, who had arrived with he
r smiled and embraced her friend, sharing her happiness.

  “How’s Ophelia?” she asked Bretdon.

  He turned to look at her, still in bed, surrounded by the doctors. “She’s fine, considering she delivered the baby in my arms,” he explained with a scowl. “I have never felt more scared in my whole life.”

  The women chuckled. “I’m sure of it.”

  Dr. Jones walked towards them. “It’s time to check that little man,” he announced.

  Marisa handed him the baby, and he proceeded to examine him.

  Dr. Smith finished cleaning Ophelia with Dr. Sheldon’s help and approached Bretdon.

  “Everything seems to be alright, but I already called for a vehicle to take her to the infirmary,” he explained. “We want to make sure both mother and child are in perfect health before we can discharge them.”

  Bretdon nodded his agreement. He knew Ophelia wouldn’t be pleased about it, but he wouldn’t budge on that. He wanted to make sure she was perfectly alright.

  That day, all the people living in the caves celebrated the birth of Gideon. Most of them came to the infirmary to greet the proud parents, and when night fell, Ophelia was exhausted, but feeling better than ever.

  Dr. Jones came by to check on her, and he was amazed at how fast she seemed to be recovering from the birth.

  “I had never seen a recovery this fast,” he assured them. “Smith and Sheldon both agree with me, and we were wondering if this could be related to the nanocybots,” he asked them.

  “There aren’t nanocybots inside me,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows.

  “We believe there are,” the doctor replied, and Bretdon nodded.

  “It’s the only explanation that makes sense,” he said, taking a seat next to Ophelia and pulling her into his arms. “I believe my nanocybots adopted you and started reproducing inside you. For some reason, they didn’t reject the fertilized egg, and you got pregnant,” he added.

  “Not only that, but they also worked to prepare your body for the birth, expanding your hips and making your skin a lot more elastic than usual,” the doctor continued. “We don’t have a microscope here potent enough to identify the nanocybots, but we’re totally convinced you have them living inside you.”

  Ophelia frowned. “Should I be worried about this?” she asked.

  “We don’t think so. They are keeping you healthy and strong,” he replied, with a smile. “Baby cyborgs demand a lot of nutrients from the mother, and that’s one of the reasons the government still uses artificial wombs. They literally suck the life out of the surrogate mothers.”

  “That didn’t happen to me,” she pointed out.

  “Exactly, because they were working to prevent that and give the baby all he needed.”

  She tilted her head to look at Bretdon. “This is why you were so worried?”

  He nodded. “Yes, I saw that happening to a couple of women that were persuaded to become surrogate mothers.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I didn’t want to worry you. You seemed to be alright. Those women didn’t go past the first month,” he explained.

  “I guess the invasion of the nanocybots is the source of the tickling sensation,” she teased him, with a smile.

  He smiled back at her. “Yes, I think so too.”

  “We’ll keep you here a couple more days, just to be sure everything is alright before we discharge you,” the doctor concluded. “You should start considering moving to the camp in Montana. This place, though it’s a perfect hideout, is not the best place for a baby.”

  They nodded, and the doctor left the room.

  “He’s right, you know that?” he asked her.

  “Yes, of course, but we’re not staying here that long.”

  “We don’t know that for sure. So far, you haven’t been able to find a way to get the transmitters working, and I don’t think you’re anywhere close to it.”

  She agreed. The alien technology was way more complicated than they had expected.

  “We should consider moving to Montana. You can work on the transmitters there, as well, and meanwhile, we would be living in a better place for Gideon.”

  “You’re right, of course.” She sighed.

  She had gotten used to living in this place, and she was going to miss it.

  “Do you think Marisa will join us?”

  “I’m not sure. She has made a lot of friends here, and she has always been very independent,” she said, shrugging.

  A week later, they were saying goodbye to Sandra and Marisa. Ophelia’s mother preferred to stay with her new friends and visit her daughter whenever possible in Montana.

  Bretdon wasn’t very pleased with the long trip they would have to make to get to Montana, but they would be traveling in a vehicle a lot faster than the one they had used before.

  It had a signal blocker that would allow them to use the roads and avoid being detected by the sensors or surveillance drones.

  “Perhaps, you should wait a few more days,” Marisa suggested, not very happy with the long journey either.

  “No, there’s no sense in waiting. We’ll be fine, mom and we’ll let you know the minute we get there,” Ophelia promised.

  “I know, you know I’ll always worry,”

  Ophelia hugged her mother and a few of the friends she had made there and a few minutes later, they were on their way.

  The trip was quite pleasant, and it took them just three days to get to Montana.

  The place was exactly as Sandra had described it: a hideout at plain sight. It was a huge farm, with several small buildings spread all over the area, amongst the green fields.

  The farm was almost self-sufficient, and people on the nearest village didn’t get near it because they were sure the place was inhabited by a strange religious cult.

  Sabrina came out of the main building to welcome them to the place, accompanied by a few other people.

  “I’m happy to see you again,” she greeted them.

  “Thank you for taking us in,” Bretdon said, with a smile.

  He was carrying Gideon since he insisted the baby was too heavy for Ophelia to carry around.

  “It’s a pleasure. Your friend Kirkcal has been of great help to us during his stay here, and I’m sure you will be too,” Sabrina replied with a smile.

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “So this is the new member of our community?” an older woman asked, with a welcoming smile.

  Sabrina made the introductions, and soon Gideon was the center of attention.

  Ophelia smiled with pride and couldn’t help feeling amazed at how her life had changed in a few short months.

  She had found the man of her life, and now she had her own family. She had never felt happier, even if their lives weren’t the most normal ones. She knew once they were able to leave for Arcadia, things would be a lot easier for all of them, but she didn’t mind waiting and she was sure Bretdon felt the same way.

  Though he had very good reasons to hate humans, he had learned not all of them were bad, that there was still hope for humankind.

  Bretdon looked around and sighed. People at the farm had been extraordinarily welcoming. They had provided them with a small cabin, not far from the main building as well as everything they might need to start their new life at the farm.

  He still wanted to leave the planet and join the other cyborgs, but right now that wasn’t his main objective. Raising his new family had become a lot more important.

  He would continue working with Sabrina and Sandra, helping them to free as many people as they could from the camps, as well as releasing as many cyborgs as he could, in the process.

  His life had changed so much in the course of a few months he still had trouble believing it was all real, that it wasn’t just a dream.

  But each time he looked at Ophelia’s face, he knew his mind wouldn’t have been able to conjure so much perfection. She was his soulmate; his other half and he had never been so happy before
.

  Life wasn’t perfect, but it lacked very little to make it so.

  The end

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  Lieutenant's Mate

  Farseek Mercenary Book 2

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  CHAPTER ONE

  PYRR (Peer on }

  My name is Pyrron Avantu, Lieutenant Commander in the Farseek Brigade now Farseek Mercenaries. Mostly, I am called Pyrr.

  Farseek was a relatively young colony on the edge of the Transtellar Consortium. We were the Farseek Division of the Sovereign Transtellar Consortium Defense Force. It was our world’s responsibility to provide a minimum number of warriors to defend the consortium in return for the financial rewards of membership in the Consortium. We provided ten Dreadnaught warships and over a thousand warriors to fight for them in their war.

  It was a fair deal for our world until we returned from the war with the Sargus Empire. Our whole world was laid to waste, and our families were either killed or kidnapped to be sold into slavery. Commander Maktu and Admiral Degatu believe the Consortium knew the Sargans would attack our world before it happened and did not warn us so we could go back and protect our families.