by Cynthia Sax
Her gaze met his. His female’s eyes glittered. She lifted her right knee.
Grudge caught her leg between his thighs, preventing a potential ball busting.
She dropped to the floor, pulling him over her. He allowed himself to tumble with her, maintaining his grip on his female. They rolled. Her form slid over his, stimulating him all over. He was as hard as the dagger she wanted to drive into his chest.
His female was a force and she would be his. He pinned her to the tiled floor with his hips. She drummed the toes of her boots against his shins.
“You won’t defeat me.” He grinned down at her. “Surrender now.”
Her jaw jutted. “I know I won’t defeat you.”
She processed she wouldn’t be victorious. He narrowed his eyes at her, his processors spinning. She must have an alternate plan. “I deactivated all the other bombs you set.”
She blinked and his grin widened.
He’d projected correctly. She had been counting on using the explosions as a distraction.
“How do you know you deactivated all of them?” She raised her eyebrows. “I set quite a few explosives.”
“I’ve been following you since you exited your ship.” He called her bluff. “I deactivated all of them.”
“Fuck.” His female cursed under her breath. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She continued to kick at his legs, squirmed and bucked under him.
Frag. He wanted her. “You—”
She surged forward and bit his chin. Hard.
The hurt meshed with his need, severing his last threat of restraint. He captured her lips, tasting the metallic flavor of his blood, the tang of his nanocybotics, the sweetness of her.
She clamped her teeth around his bottom lip. More agony, more yearning flowed through him. His balls ached. He pulled back. His flesh elongated.
The scent of her, her intoxicating musk, intensified. Her eyes shone brighter than a star gone supernova. She released him. “Fuck, you’re wild.”
He was more than wild for her. All his systems were tilting out of control. “I’m—”
Her lips smacked against his. She speared her tongue into his mouth, her aggression drawing an appreciative rumble from his chest. He opened to her and she thrust in and out of him, stabbing him with that part of her.
The stimulation threatened to down his processors. He rubbed against her, stroking his body armor-covered chest against her leather-clad breasts, his cock against her mons. She bent her knees, cradling him between her thighs, lifted into him.
They bred without penetration, teasing themselves until he processed nothing but her, her undulating form, her unique taste, her decadent fragrance.
She moaned, that sound reaching down, coiling around his cock, and she turned her head, breaking their kiss. “You’re not a machine.” She breathed heavily.
“Half of me is organic.” All of him desired her.
“If you’re partially organic, I can negotiate with you.” Her gaze locked with his. Desire and determination swirled in those brown depths, the combination enthralling him. “Machines don’t have that ability.” Bitterness edged her words. “They follow orders, show their targets no mercy.”
His female was speaking of her past. She had been their target.
“What machine damaged you?” Anger filled him. He would shove an explosive up that machine’s mechanics and blast it into a million pieces.
“I survived that damage.” The fingers of her left hand flexed.
That was her energy-infused arm.
“Focus, fuck-face. We’re negotiating.” She frowned at him. “Let me go now and I’ll take care of that big bulge in your body armor before I leave.” Her gaze lowered and she licked her lips.
His cock bobbed. He liked how his female negotiated.
“Then in forty planet rotations, I’ll return here.” She blew out her breath. “And you can do whatever you want with me. I won’t fuckin’ fight you.”
She would surrender to him. If he was truly her enemy, he could damage her, kill her.
He studied her. There were only two reasons he could process for her to do that. She realized she couldn’t escape him. And… “You’re protecting the small green female. You plan to convey her to safety.”
His little thief was trading her lifespan for her companion’s.
She did have some honor. That pleased him greatly.
“She’s a fuckin’ kid, cyborg.” His female’s eyes flashed, her anger at him renewed. “She knows nothing, hasn’t placed one booted foot on your fuckin’ space station, only does what I tell her to fuckin’ do. Let her go and you can have me. I’ve taken out six of the Humanoid Alliance space stations. You’ll be a big fuckin’ hero.”
His female had blown up six Humanoid Alliance space stations. He gazed at her with increased respect. There was an 84.2569 percent probability she had uncovered the locations of others.
Cadet could obtain more warships, more weapons, and the information she required to prove to Power, her nemesis, the Humanoid Alliance remained a threat to them and their cyborg brethren.
Grudge couldn’t venture with his female to those locations now. His mission was to guard the space station. He’d told Cadet he’d do that, and he wouldn’t break his word, abandon his post. But the rest of the team would return within fifteen planet rotations. He could rejoin his enhanced human at that time.
“I’ll meet with you at your coordinates.” He seized her wrists in one of his hands, reached into a holster, held up a tracking device. “You’ll carry this with you everywhere, my female.” He slipped it into a sheath under her left breast. “Vow that to me.”
She glared at him. “If you let me and the kid go, I’ll carry that fuckin’ thing with me everywhere I go. I vow that to you, cyborg.”
He wasn’t malfunctioning. His female was mostly human and, unlike cyborgs, humans had the ability to lie. She might discard it.
That was why he had taken precautions and had applied three additional tracking devices to her ship. He wouldn’t risk losing her, would hunt her to the ends of the universe if that was necessary.
“My name is Grudge, my female, not cyborg or machine or fuck-face.” He informed her of that fact.
“And my name is Taelyn, not your female, fucker.” She met his reply with her own.
There would be no peace with his female, with his…Taelyn, and he liked that. “You say fuck a lot.” Fuck was the human word for breeding. Her focus on that activity excited him.
“Who are you—my guardian?” His female’s eyes blazed fire. “You’re a shithead.” She varied her name for him. “There. Is that better?”
“No.” He leaned over her, bringing his face close to hers once more.
Her breath hitched. That soft sound made his cock twitch.
They gazed at each other for a moment.
“Agree to let me and the kid go, and I’ll suck you off.” She tormented him with that suggestion. “Then you can hunt me down and capture me. No one else has to know about our little agreement.”
If he were still enslaved to the Humanoid Alliance, they would know and they would decommission him, would kill him in the most painful way possible, for daring to make the agreement with her.
He was free of his harsh manufacturers and that modified the situation. The recording devices on the space station and inside him had been deactivated. There was only a 17.1253 percent probability Cadet, the team’s leader, would care about his negotiations with his female.
If he projected the human under him was offering to suck him off solely to garner her temporary freedom, he would reject her offer. Her scent and the glimmer in her eyes relayed that wasn’t the situation. “You want to suck me off.”
“Fuck you.” She scowled at him. “I want you to let me and the kid go. Are you agreeing to that or not, asswipe?”
He eyed her. She hadn’t said she didn’t want to suck him off. Her openness of communications suggested she would tell him if that were the truth.
“I won’t bite your dick off, if that’s why you’re hesitating.” Color bloomed under the darkness of her cheeks. “It will be pure mind-blowing pleasure…for you.”
It would be processor-downing pleasure for both of them. He shifted on top of her. His cock strained against his body armor. “That wasn’t why I was delaying my answer.”
“You don’t care if I bite your dick off?” Her eyes widened. “You’re a freak, cyborg.” She said that as though it was an admired attribute. “Cyborgs can’t lie, right? I heard that somewhere.”
“We can’t lie.” He nodded.
“Then agree to our fuckin’ terms and I’ll tilt your universe.” Her eyes glowed.
She had already tilted his universe. He was striving to do the same to hers. “Say that you want to suck my cock and I’ll agree to your terms.” He had to be certain, wouldn’t emotionally damage her by forcing her to do something she was unwilling to do.
“You are a fucker.” She muttered that statement under her breath.
“Those aren’t the words I want to hear.” He waited, unwilling to back down.
“Fuck you.” She yanked at her wrists. “Are those the words you want to hear?” She twisted her form, battling him, fighting the truth he demanded.
“No.” He held her securely, absorbing her blows, her profanities, until she quieted once more, becoming still, falling silent.
She gazed up at him.
He gazed back at her, enchanted by the light shining in her eyes, by the glow of her skin.
She was so fraggin’ beautiful…and spirited…and titillating.
There was only a 15.2783 percent probability she would do what she vowed—surrender to him, give him control over her without a fight. Resistance was her default setting.
Grudge projected she’d try to kill him again, would test him constantly. He had failed previous tests. His grip intensified on her. There was a possibility he could fail hers.
He was a fraction of a warrior.
And she was so very strong.
His female exhaled heavily. “I’d only do this for that damn kid.” She shook her head. “She has completely fucked up my life.”
His female loved that damn kid. He heard that in her voice.
Her gaze slid to his chin. “I want to suck your big dick.” Her tone was flat. “Are you happy now?” She looked at him. “Do you agree to our terms?”
He released her. “I agree to our terms.” He ripped off his body armor. Cool air swept over his heated skin. “You can tilt my universe now…if you have the ability to do that.”
Chapter Four
“I have the ability to tilt your world, cyborg.” Taelyn rolled her eyes. “You’ll come so hard, you’ll forget your own name.”
And hopefully he would also forget her name, wouldn’t remember to hunt her, recover her.
“I’m a cyborg, female.” He grinned at her. The wound on his cheek had healed. He was perfect once more. “Our kind have processors and an organic brain, databases, and human-like memories. We never forget anything.”
He was a cocky ass.
But fuck, he turned her on.
The warrior was extremely fit. There wasn’t a pinch of extra flesh on his muscular frame. He was strong. She was a badass and he had subdued her embarrassingly easily. The male was determined. He hadn’t relented once, had forced her to admit she wanted to suck him off.
Which, of course, she desired to do. He was hung like a bovine. She licked her lips. Any female would want to suck off a male like that.
The cyborg’s cock twitched. It was long and thick and hard, jutting from a hairless base. Stars. She wanted him, would have that big dick in her mouth before she fled.
“You’ve never been sucked dry by me.” She skimmed her fingers over the warrior’s chest, savoring the power, the warmth in his form.
Her mechanical arm was one of the best available…for humans. The feedback sent to her fully integrated shoulder socket was merely a bit dampened, like there were two layers of leather between their bare skin, not one.
“This experience will overwrite everything you hold in your databases.” She gazed up at him.
It would be their first and their last encounter.
Once she left the space station, she would escape him.
His tweaking of their terms allowed her to do that without sacrificing her honor. She’d maintain her end of their bargain, would carry his damn tracking device with her everywhere but she hadn’t promised him the tracking device would be functional, hadn’t vowed she wouldn’t crush it under her booted feet a few moments into the voyage.
“There is a mere 1.2356 percent probability of you purging my databases.” His eyes shone with energy. “But I like your confidence, my delicate little enhanced human.”
“I am not fuckin’ delicate.” She slapped his chest. His cock bobbed. The male liked it rough…as she did. “You don’t know what I’m capable of doing.”
He underestimated her and the size of the universe. The male wouldn’t locate her after she left the space station
If he couldn’t find her, she didn’t have to surrender to him. She could continue with her plans to blow up the rest of the Humanoid Alliance’s space stations, would save the one they currently occupied for last.
Perhaps they would meet again. But she doubted he’d want to be sucked off then.
Her lips twisted. He’d be furious with her for escaping him.
Anger, she understood. She traced the cyborg’s defined abs, learning his physique. His muscles rippled, his response gratifying, sexy.
“How are your processors?” She glanced up at him.
“They’re functional.” His eyes were partially closed.
“Hhhmmm…then I’ll have to try harder.” She ran her hands along his shaft, relishing the length of him.
He throbbed against her. That part of him was huge and all organic, would be easier to tease, to pleasure, to torment.
She cupped his balls, weighing them in her palms.
A rumble rolled up his chest, that primitive sound wetting her pussy. “Suck me, female.”
He was sitting on her stomach. Sucking him off in that position would be a challenge.
“I’m not a fuckin’ contortionist.” She smacked his balls and he jerked. “Stand.”
“Behave.” His voice was a stimulating growl.
“You don’t want me to behave.” She gazed pointedly at the bead of pre-cum that had formed on his tip. “Stand. I won’t repeat that order a third time.”
“You’re currently my captive. I’m not yours.” He jumped, transferring his weight from his knees to his booted feet in one fluid motion. That impressed the shit out of her.
She pushed herself off the hard floor with less grace. Her body screamed a protest, aching from their fight. She ignored the pain and kneeled before him.
His cock swelled. The fucker liked her submissive stance.
“I might be your captive.” For now. “But I didn’t vow not to bite your balls off, cyborg.” She bared her teeth. “Remember that.”
“You’re fierce.” He grinned. More pre-cum formed over his slit.
Her threat turned him on.
“You are such a freak.” She liked that…a bit too much. In the past, she had intimidated males. There were no fears of frightening the cyborg.
He was a beast. She gazed at the warrior before her. His legs matched his arms. One of them was covered with soft gray skin. The other was shiny and metal and had no give to it. The Humanoid Alliance, his manufacturers, must have realized there were advantages to having purely mechanical limbs.
She had come to that same conclusion solar cycles ago. “Control yourself.” She wrapped her mechanical fingers around the cyborg’s base, seeking to supplement his restraint, to make the cock sucking last.
“Are you chattering to yourself or to me?” Grudge’s voice lowered.
“I do not chatter.” She stroked him. Hard.
His jaw jutted.<
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“I was issuing an order…to you.” She worked him with vigor.
His fingers folded into huge fists. The muscles in his organic leg flexed.
She swiped her thumb over his tip, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft, making his flesh glisten.
His knuckles cracked.
Her lips curled upward. She could tip him into the abyss with her fingers alone.
But she wouldn’t take that less-invasive route. She wanted his massive cock in her mouth, yearned to taste him. His release would be intense. She would feel all that power shoot down her throat, would have that small victory over him.
“Cyborgs have control.” His tone implied he was struggling with his. “We—”
She licked his tip and he stopped talking. His shoulders shuddered. A peculiar bubbling sensation danced across her tongue.
That had occurred when they’d kissed also. The fizzing had spread throughout her body.
“Are you fuckin’ infecting me, warrior?” She glowered at him.
“My nanocybotics will repair you. They won’t damage you.” His eyes gleamed. “You’re safe with me, my fragile enhanced human female.”
His nanocybotics would have a lot of repairing to do. Her mechanical hand flexed around him. “I’m not fragile. These are fragile.” She nipped one of his balls with her lip-covered teeth.
He twitched yet didn’t pull back. The male was fearless.
Her desire for him intensified. As she clasped the root of him with one hand and pumped his cock with the other, she rubbed her leather-clad thighs together, seeking to give herself some relief also.
The cyborg’s nostrils flared. “You want—”
She pushed her lips over his cockhead, severing that damning statement. He rumbled as she drew him deeper and deeper and deeper. Her tongue cradled his shaft.
His tip tapped the back of her throat. He met her gaze. His expression was smug.
The male thought he had defeated her with his big cock.
Taelyn wasn’t conceding yet. She tilted her head back to accommodate the rest of him. Her lips touched his base. She shot him a triumphant look.
“Fraggin’ hole.” His entire body shook.
