“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.
“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.
Fraggin’ hole was right. She added that phrase to her vocabulary as she retreated, allowing herself to breathe once more. Her mechanical fingers returned to his base.
Her skills at cocksucking were unsurpassed.
She circled his rim with her tongue, dipped into his slit. Effervescence coated her flesh. The taste of him flavored her mouth.
His fingers flexed, splaying and folding into fists, splaying and folding into fists. The skin over his handsome face drew tight. Bolts of blue brightened his eyes.
He was on the edge of release, and she hadn’t yet fully applied herself to driving him wild.
She bobbed over him, taking him shallow, shallow, then deep, shallow, deep, deep, deep, shallow, varying her advances, her angles, her suction. The goal was to keep him constantly off-balance, unable to predict, to mentally block her next move.
He rocked into her, losing the battle to remain still, and she smiled around him, rejoicing in that victory. The cyborg would soon surrender completely to her, would be forced to admit his world was tilted…by her, the being he called a fragile little enhanced human. She tugged on him with every inward breath, released him with every exhalation.
“I have to touch you.” He sank his fingers into the tuft of hair on top of her head, his grip on her unrelenting. The rumble in his chest grew louder.
Preferring to be in charge of the cocksucking, she glared up at him.
He immediately lifted his hands. There were red crescent-shaped grooves in his organic palm.
The damn male had hurt himself, while he resisted touching her.
Fuck. She shouldn’t care about that, about him. He was the enemy, was a bit of a freak. But while he was in her mouth, he was hers, hers to pleasure, hers to safeguard.
She reached up, grabbed his hands, placed them back on her head.
His fingers curled over her skull, and that physical connection felt scarily right. He opened his mouth as though to thank her.
She sucked him. Hard.
His entire body stiffened. A keening sound came from his lips.
She let him go and he relaxed. Too much. She slapped his shaft with her tongue.
That pushed him over the edge. He held her to him and thrust, forcing her to take his cock again and again. His base smacked against her mechanical hand, her grip on him preventing him from blowing out the back of her throat. His balls slapped her chin.
Her lips hummed and her eyes watered, but she didn’t fight him. She could handle anything he flung at her, could tolerate his aggression.
Shit. She more than tolerated it. She loved it, loved him using her like a fuck object. He ravished her without ceasing, pounding into her mouth, his eyes wild, his pace breathtakingly fast and rigorous.
Her cyborg had lost all control, and that turned her on. Her nipples strained against the confines of her garment, every brush of the leather over them escalating her need. She pulsed at the same rhythm as his thrusts.
His fingertips, one set covered with skin, the other manufactured of metal, pressed into her skull, that bite of pain adding to the sensory assault. She inhaled, her cheeks indenting around him.
“Frag. Frag. Frag.” His fucking of her face grew more savage. He grunted, the sounds of his passion echoing off the walls.
He was close but not yet there.
She would shove him into the abyss. Taelyn met his gaze.
His eyes widened.
She skimmed her teeth along the length of him.
“Frag.” He roared as he drove his cock into her. The ferocity in his countenance, in his grip, stole her breath. No one seeing him now would ever think he was a machine, an emotionless weapon of war. His fervor rivaled hers.
The intensity of his release surpassed any she’d ever witnessed. His biceps bulged. His eyes blazed.
Cum shot from his tip, splattered against the back of her throat, and the most extreme bliss hit her. She screamed around his shaft. Her pussy clenched down on nothing. Her arms and legs, organic and mechanical, vibrated, the impact shaking her entire form.
Her cyborg’s eyes went dark, yet he continued to fill her mouth with his essence. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, her ecstasy spiraling higher, purging thoughts of everything else from her beleaguered brain. All she knew was her male, the metallic taste of him, her rapture.
She drained him dry, savoring every drop of him, and her euphoria leveled, then lowered to manageable levels. His cock remained semi-hard in her mouth. The sexy bubbling engulfed her from the tips of her boot-covered toes to the top of her head.
Her cyborg shuddered once, twice, his broad shoulders quaking. She released him and he dropped to his knees.
Skin smacked against hard surface. The floor tiles dented under the impact.
She winced. That must have hurt.
Yet he showed no signs of trauma. His expression remained bliss-blasted.
He bracketed her face with his big hands and drew her to him, covering her lips with his. She tasted of him. The freak didn’t care. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, claiming that part of her once more.
She hadn’t the energy left to fight him, couldn’t remember why she should do that. Their flesh twined and twirled. The connection between them became stronger.
“You are mine.” His eyes had returned to their energy-infused blue. There was possessiveness in their depths. “I will track you to the end of the universe if that’s necessary.”
That was why she should be fighting him. The male was her enemy, wanted to capture and kill her.
“Fuck you.” She smacked her palms against his chest, leaving handprints on his gray skin.
“You can do that the next time we meet.” He tightened his clasp on her jaw.
They wouldn’t be meeting until she had destroyed the other Humanoid Alliance space stations. “Let go of me.” She twisted out of his grip, rose to her booted feet.
The male was completely naked. His weapons were attached to his discarded body armor.
She was fully dressed. Her hands drifted over the hilts of her best blades. She should try to kill him before he killed her.
“Keep those cute little daggers in their sheaths, female.” His body blurred. “You might need them in the future.”
The damn male had dressed in mere heartbeats. He loomed over her, big and broad and menacing. Her opportunity to strike at him had passed.
“My cute little daggers have ended many lifespans.” She scowled at him.
He grinned back at her.
“I don’t like you.” Those words burst out of her mouth.
“You like me.” His grin widened. “Communicate with that damn kid, as you call your tiny green friend, reassure her you are undamaged and will meet with her soon. And I’ll show you how much you like me. I’ll lick your sweet pussy, drink you dry, and you’ll scream your liking to the universe.”
Fuck. Taelyn’s mouth dried.
Her need for him had revived. Desire clouded her brain. She was tempted to pull down her garments, spread her legs, and allow him to do as he described.
That would be a damn dangerous response. The cyborg was her foe, was working for the Humanoid Alliance, the beings who were responsible for the severing of her arm and the deaths of her family, her friends, everyone she loved, on her home planet.
“We had a deal and we’ll stick to that deal.” She stomped toward the docking bay. It was time to get the fuck off the space station before her lust overruled her logic.
And before the kid started looking for her. The cyborg was right. Jasny would be worried about her and Taelyn didn’t want her leaving the safety of the ship. The girl was a damn menace, and there were threats all around them.
“I sucked your cock and am carrying your tracking device.” Taelyn looked over her shoulder, unable to resist gazing at the biggest threat one more time. The cyborg was so damn handsome. “You will let me go.”
“I will follow you when I’m able to do so, and I’ll show you how much you like me at that later time.” The male burst into motion, catching up to her frustratingly easily. “I agree with that plan.” He grasped her mechanical hand, shortening his stride to match hers.
A tremor of awareness, of rightness, coursed over her. “That isn’t the fuckin’ plan.” She tugged on her hand.
He didn’t release her. “That is very much the fuckin’ plan.” He squeezed her fingers. “First, I’ll fuck your pussy with my tongue. I’ll taste you, savor you, bring you to release a minimum of three times.”
Stars. She quivered, imagining his mouth on her flesh, his tongue inside her. “I’m not listening to you.”
That was a lie. She wanted to hear the rest of his plan.
“Then I will fuck you with my cock.” His hip brushed against hers, that innocent touching curling her toes. “I will suck on your breasts as I fill you with my cum, transferring more of my nanocybotics to you. You will be mine in all ways.”
And, once he had done all the freaky things he wanted to do to her, he would kill her.
She jutted her jaw, firming her resolve.
The cyborg was her foe, her downfall, her potential executioner. He was not her fuck buddy and definitely not an ally.
If she wanted to live, she couldn’t allow him to find her.