Rogue Cyborg (Interstellar Brides®: The Colony Book 6)

by Grace Goodwin

  And now, I had to thank the traitor for my mate. For Gwen. And every dark thing I’d survived, every agony, the rage. It was all worth it.

  I had planned to hunt the traitor, return to Rogue 5 and have my revenge. Now I was content alerting Kronos to the problem and letting the legion deal with it. I had more important things to do. Like keep my mate alive.

  Glancing at the co-pilot’s seat beside me, I realized that my destiny wasn’t as I’d thought. No, my life was with Gwen. I studied her as she stared out into the vast emptiness, the look of awe, of all-encompassing peace on her face. With her long hair pulled back, her cheeks smeared with dust and blood from the cave, her body armor covered in dirt, gore and tearstains on the dark blue clothing, she’d never looked more beautiful.

  And she was mine completely. Well, almost. Except for the lack of official claiming, I had her body and soul.

  And she me in return. I would want no other. I needed her, my other half, the other half of my soul. I was a Forsian poet in my thoughts, but they couldn’t be helped.

  As the governor had said, he was pussy whipped. An Earth term his mate Rachel had told him about, I remembered him laughing. He was completely under his mate’s power. Weaker, smaller and somewhat helpless on the Colony without a protector, she had all the control of her two Prillon mates.

  It was the same for Gwen. She had all the control. I could deny her nothing. Yet she wasn’t weak of body. She was strong. Too strong. She didn’t need me to survive, to keep her safe. She was self-sufficient and yet she wanted me beside her on this adventure to… who the fuck knew?

  “What?” she asked, catching me looking at her.

  I smiled. Really smiled. “Nothing. We have the entire universe to explore. Together.”

  She pursed her lips.

  “What?” I asked in return.

  “Do you know how to turn on the auto pilot on this thing?” She looked at the displays that filled the snug cabin.

  “Of course.”

  “While I want to go see the entire universe, I don’t need to do it right now.”

  I arched a brow. “What did you have in mind?”

  My cock stirred at the idea of having her climb in my lap and take my cock for a ride. I’d yet to fuck her in every room—every surface of this ship, but it was something I would definitely enjoy from now on.

  I undid the harness about my shoulders, the clasp on my chest coming undone beneath my deft fingers. The straps fell to the sides. “I’m all yours.”

  And I meant it.

  She smiled and I could have sworn the sun came out from around the forty-seventh asteroid belt. Undoing her harness, she stood, held out her hand. “Come on.”

  I frowned. “But don’t you want to—”

  She took hold of my wrist, tugged me up, pulled me behind her, out of the cockpit and down the central corridor. Only when we were in the central room did she stop. “Oh, I want to. But fucking isn’t enough for me. I took the antidote the analysis unit made for me.”

  “What?” My cock was already hard in my pants, my balls aching to fill her pussy up again. It had been too long since I’d been inside her.

  “I don’t satisfy you? If you want me on my knees, my mouth on your pussy, it is no hardship. You do not need to be shy about telling me your needs.”

  She flushed prettily—even after all we’d done together—and shook her head.

  “You don’t like me eating that sweet pussy?”

  She laughed, covered her face with her hand. “It’s not that. Yes, of course you satisfy me. You know that well enough, Mr. Big Ego. I love that and you can eat me out all you want.”

  “Then what is it? I will pleasure you any way you wish.”

  “Then claim me.”

  Those three words had the eagerness to fuck slip from me. Like a cold shower tube, I was doused in reality. “I will give you anything but that.” I sliced my hand through the air. “I’m not willing to risk your life.”

  “I told you, I took the antidote. I’m fine.”

  Antidote. Yes, she had said something about an antidote, but I hadn’t heard anything other than I wasn’t giving her all she needed. Now, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest, I tried not to notice the way her breasts lifted, even under the layer of armor. Fuck, I loved those breasts, but I needed to focus on what she’d said.

  “When did you take this… antidote?”

  “I’d forgotten about it after the battle, but got it first thing once back on board. Like I said, I want more, mate.”

  “We don’t know if the antidote is effective or not. It’s a Hive med room that’s giving us the answers, the fucking antidote, and I don’t trust it.” She was too precious to me to risk. I’d been able to fuck her fine without my fangs. The pleasure we could share for the rest of our lives without it would be more than fine with me.

  “Don’t you want to claim me?” she asked. Her eyes were filled with doubt and I hated that.

  Closing the distance between us in two strides, I cupped her face in my big palm. “With my very being.” My fangs dropped as I said the words, bodily proof of my desire to make her completely and finally mine in every way.

  “Then bite me.”

  I took a step back. “No. It is too dangerous.”

  She laughed, although it was filled with sadness. I hated that I made her feel this way, but I’d rather her fight with me than be dead.

  “Why? You think me weak?” Her hands moved to her hips. Fortunately, her doubt was replaced with anger. I never wished her to doubt her perfection.

  “I—”

  “Who tossed Prillons around in the pit like they were dolls?”

  “You,” I admitted, remembering how I’d sat in the stands and watched her destroy every male who got near her.

  “Who single-handedly destroyed nine Hive soldiers before you or my other babysitters could arrive?”

  “The Nexus unit nearly killed you.” I glanced down at her arm, to the hole in her pants, the edges of the material torn and singed. She’d fought in that cave, fought for her life, and I was proud of her. But I wouldn’t cause her harm.

  “I walked freely on the moon, breathing the acidic fog, my lungs healing faster than the acid could destroy them.”

  “Still—“ She was right. Logically, I knew she spoke the truth. But my protective instincts refused to risk her.

  She peeled off her uniform, baring her shoulders, giving me a tempting glimpse of her pale flesh. No blood, no wounds. Perfectly whole.

  Groaning, I couldn’t tear my gaze from her soft skin, the scent of her filling my head and my cock with a rush of blood.

  She lifted her hand, pushed at my chest. I was knocked back a step, reminded of her strength. “I’m not weak. I’m not fragile. You won’t kill me because as soon as you bite me, I will heal. No bleeding out. No death.”

  “It’s poison!” I shouted, raking my fingers through my hair. I grabbed her by the biceps, lifted her up so we were eye to eye. Our breaths mingled and her gaze met and held mine. “I’m poison to you.”

  I felt her fumble around, digging for something buried in her pants pocket.

  “You’re not. I can prove it.” She lifted an injector up so I could see it, raising up the lower half of her arm since I had her pinned.

  “What is that?” I asked.

  “Proof.” She dropped the injector to her thigh and I heard the whoomph of air that accompanied an injection. “I used the leftover serum to manufacture a larger dose.”

  I dropped her, stunned. “What?”

  “I injected at least three times what your bite would push into my system.”

  Dropping to my knees, I grabbed her thigh, tugged at the pants she wore and ripped them. “No! Fuck, no. God, Gwen. What have you done?”

  I grabbed the injector from her hand, threw it across the room where it clattered, making Gwen startle.

  My hands slid over her toned flesh, the firm muscles, the silvery integrations. Being captured and tortu
red by the Hive was easier than this. It was as if she’d ripped my heart out, held it in the palm of her hand. Then dropped it and stomped on it. I couldn’t watch her die. Not now, not after all we’d been through. Not ever.

  Her hands slid into my hair, stroked and tried to soothe me. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

  Glancing up at her, I snarled. “No! It’s not fine! Fuck, woman, you are going to die. The serum is—”

  “—destroyed.”

  I couldn’t catch my breath, the panic I felt real. Intense.

  “Mak. Mak. MAK!” Gwen kept saying my name, but it was only when she took hold of my hand, gripped a finger and bent it backward did I respond.

  “Fuck!” I shouted, and she released me immediately.

  “The serum has no effect on me because of the antidote and also because, I assume, I heal quickly, thanks to the Hive. There’s no time for it to enter the bloodstream and damage me. I’m not going to die. I’m not normal, Mak. I’m not human. Not anymore.”

  I took a breath, then another. She showed no signs of any damage. No difficulty breathing, no blue lips. No seizure. No blood in her eyes. No stopping heart.

  Her words were finally processing. The injection had no effect on her. No change. Nothing. She was right.

  I ran my hand over my face. “Holy fuck, Gwen. Your heart may not have stopped, but I swear mine just did.”

  She smiled. “So you can claim me now.”

  “Claim you now?” I was still on my knees before her. I stripped her and she let me. When I had her naked, I stood, putting my shoulder into her belly as I tossed her over it, carrying her out of the main room and to one of the sleeping quarters. “I’m going to spank your ass now.”

  “What?” she screeched as I tossed her on the big bed.

  Oh yes. My female, whole and with me alone on our own spacecraft. With nothing but time. And no reason not to fully claim her. I could sink my teeth into her shoulder as I filled her with my seed. And the mating cock… it would—

  Oh. I hadn’t told her about that yet.

  I grinned, remembering how surprised she’d been with my aroused cock, and that had been when it was normal sized. Yeah, a spanking first, and then I’d share the rest. Hells, I’d show her.

  Then I’d fuck her with it.

  She was on her back, one knee bent. She was naked, some of her hair having come loose from the tie at her nape. “Why are you going to spank me?”

  I reached out, took hold of her ankle and rolled her onto her stomach. “Besides you liking it?”

  She sputtered but didn’t say anything.

  “Because you put yourself in danger with that injector. You will not take chances with your health.”

  “But I knew it was safe!”

  “You knew no such thing.” I gritted my teeth, not wanting to think the worst.

  “But I’m fine and now you can fuck me and bite me. Claim me, Mak.”

  I closed my eyes at the sound of those words. Claim me, Mak.

  How I’d longed to hear those from her lips, especially now when I could actually do it. When I didn’t have to deny either of us what we so desperately wanted.

  She tugged against my hold on her ankle, but both of us weren’t using our full strength. The metal walls in the small room would be dented and destroyed if we really wanted to fight it out. But I sensed she wanted me to know she wasn’t going to be completely compliant in this… or anything. I grinned, reaching up with my other hand and grabbed her waist, her back toward me so she was on her hands and knees.

  Her glorious heart-shaped ass was there, just waiting for my mark. I spanked her, the loud crack of it reverberating. She gasped, but it wasn’t hard at all. Still, my handprint instantly bloomed on her skin.

  “Mak!” she cried, looking over her shoulder and glaring at me. While she looked none too pleased at being spanked, she wiggled her hips and there was heat in her eyes. Unmistakable need there, and making the soft lips of her pussy glisten with welcome.

  “You want me to claim you. I am.” I lifted my chin. “I like seeing my handprint on you.”

  “I want more than your hand,” she said, pouting, arching her back and thrusting her ass closer to me. “God, I… the serum might not harm me, but it makes me hot. Hot for you. Horny.”

  My brow arched as I let go of her ankle. She wasn’t going to move now. No, she was needy. Eager. I understood that, my fangs dropping not only when I was riled, but when I was desperate to fuck.

  Like now.

  “Now you know how I feel,” I countered. I spanked her again, lightly.

  She moaned, then gave me an order I could not refuse. “Strip, mate.”

  Hastily, I shucked shirt, shoes, socks, everything except my pants. When I was done, she was on her knees facing me. Even with her on the bed, I was taller.

  “Need help?” she asked, reaching out to undo my pants.

  Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her hair tied long down her back. The rest of her bare. Perfect. From her silvery integrations to her pale, creamy skin. Those soft, small breasts with the rosy nipples, her narrow waist, broad hips, needy pussy.

  I licked my lips, remembering her taste. My fangs seeped their serum and I tasted it on my tongue. Sharp, dark flavor coated my palate and it made my cock swell. My inner Hyperion knew it was time, that there would be no holding back. That I would finally sink my fangs into my perfect mate and make her mine.

  “I will claim you, Gwen.” I moved her hands away as I opened the clasp on my pants myself. “There’s just one small thing.” Pushing the fabric down below my hips, I let my cock finally spring free. “Well, not a small thing.”

  Gwen’s eyes dropped to my cock and I watched her response as it grew. And grew. My mating cock was ready to claim. To fuck. To fill. To finish.

  Gwen

  Holy shit. Like, seriously, holy shit. Mak’s cock was hard. And big. And long. And thick. And getting harder. And bigger. And longer. And thicker.

  “Um, I don’t remember it being that big,” I said, staring. Ogling. Clenching my pussy in anticipation.

  “This is what I wanted to tell you about,” Mak said and I glanced up at him. “You know about the Hyperion bite while mating, but I never told you about the Forsian mating cock.”

  Mak didn’t need to grip the base to keep it upright and aiming right at me. No, the base of it was big, wide, like ridiculously so. Like porn star dildo size. A deep ruddy red, there were thick, bulging veins that ran up the impressive length. And the head, wow. It was broad, flared and I whimpered knowing it would slide over every single hot button I had inside me. It had taken a lot of work to get him inside me the first time; I’d been on top and I’d had to work myself up and down, taking my time to open for him.

  But this…

  I squirmed on the bed, my thighs slick with my need. That serum injection had been like a drug, an arousal hit unlike I’d ever felt before. My breasts became tender and achy, my nipples hard points. My pussy ached and clenched, eager to be filled. My clit swelled, became more sensitive and I knew I could come if Mak gave it just the slightest bit of attention.

  But I hadn’t imagined… a mating cock.

  “So it’s just bigger. Okay, I can handle that.”

  With a hand placed between my breasts, he pushed me back. I fell onto the bed as he loomed over me. His hand grasped his huge Forsian cock and began to stroke. “It’s not just bigger. When a Forsian claims his mate, he slides his cock nice and deep—taking the time to get all of it inside her pussy—and then it locks in place.”

  I frowned, but it was hard to follow what he was saying completely because he was gorgeous. A huge hulk of a male, his rippled chest bare and he was gripping a huge cock. His pants were open for it to jut out. The look of him was… virile. Arousing. He was so… male and he made all my female parts weep for him.

  “Did you say lock?” I didn’t see any kind of Hive integration on his cock—and I’d had a chance to look at it very up close.

  “It swells, catc
hes inside your pussy. I’ll remain inside you until I’m done, female. Until I fill you with my seed. Until you are mine completely.”

  I pushed up to my elbows, watching as a drop of pre-cum slipped from the small slit. “For how long?”

  “Until the Forsian mating is done,” he replied. He pushed off his pants, stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed. I couldn’t help but watch his cock as it aimed right for me. I gulped.

  “And how long is that?” I asked.

  “Hours.”

  “Hours,” I repeated on a squeak. “Won’t you get blue balls or something?”

  He glanced down at himself between us, then at me. “I do not know this term, but I think I understand. I will come many times inside your perfect pussy, filling you with my seed.”

  “But don’t you need a break or something to, you know… recharge?”

  His hand came up, stroked my hair, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “I will remain hard for the duration. I will be able to please you… for hours.”

  For hours.

  “I might not die from the bite, but I may die from pleasure.”

  He growled, his face all of a sudden fierce. “No dying.”

  Shit, right. Bad joke. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset or scared. Or freaked out. I just wanted you to see that there’s nothing to worry about.”

  “Besides a red ass,” he countered, his gaze lowering to my mouth.

  “What were you saying about lasting for hours?”

  If he didn’t like the joke about dying, then I didn’t like the joke about him spanking me. I wasn’t going to tell him that, surprisingly, it was really hot. Or maybe it was the serum making me think that. He’d spanked me before, yet perhaps he’d have to do it again to see. I squirmed at the thought.

  The corner of his mouth tipped up. “We will fuck continuously until the claiming is done. You may pass out from the strength of your orgasms, but don’t worry, I will wait for you to awaken for more.”