Eighteen
Her cyborg loved her.
When Vengeance finally said those long-awaited words to her, his eyes blazing with caring, passion, wonder, her own strong emotions had defeated her. He had declared his love for her in public, their vast audience be damned, not caring who heard him, if his brethren judged him.
Because that was who her warrior male was. He came out shooting, running at cyborg speed into battle.
She gazed up at him, her cheeks wet. “I’m not weak.” She stuck out her chin, wanting to reaffirm that fact.
His lips twitched. “You told my brethren I wasn’t a fool.” He twined one of her braids around his finger and pulled, the prick of pain over her scalp turning her on. “Only a fool would perceive you as being weak.”
“I cried.” She pointed that out. Some beings would view that as weakness.
“You cried because your love for me is so fierce; you couldn’t contain it.” An adorable smugness softened her warrior’s voice. “Your tremendous caring for me escaped through your human tear ducts.”
“You are a brute.” She smacked his body armor-clad chest, her body shaking with laughter. “Why I haven’t killed you yet, I don’t know.”
“You love me too much to kill me.” He rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks, loosening that salt-stained skin. “You’re also too slow.”
“Moving slow can be advantageous on some battlefields.” She shifted in his lap until she straddled his hips, the ridge in his body armor pressing against her leather-covered pussy. “I’m challenging you to combat, cyborg.”
She tore the body armor from his body, revealing gray skin and endless muscles. This warrior was hers and, by the end of this breeding session, he’d know it.
“What are our weapons for this battle?” He stripped her of her garments, rendering her as naked as he was. The cool chamber air rushed over her heated form.
“Lips.” She dragged hers up his chest and he shuddered. “Fingers.” She splayed them over his shoulders. “Teeth.” She bit his chin and his eyes burned bright blue with energy. “Tongues.” She soothed the rapidly vanishing mark. “The rest of our bodies.”
She grazed her taut nipples over his pecs, teasing both of them with that wisp of pleasure. A rumble rolled up his big form, that savage sound thrilling her.
“First being to come loses.” She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled. “Or wins.” She smiled at him. “Depending on how you look at it.”
“I can outlast you.” He wrapped his arms around her and propelled himself backward. For one awe-inspiring moment, they were airborne. Then they landed in the middle of the sleeping support. Astrid bounced on top of her male.
Fuck. She gaped at him. He was powerful.
“You’re going to lose, human.” His tone held no doubt.
“Am I?” She slid lower on his reclining form, brushing her feminine folds over his hard shaft, and the confidence in his eyes faded. “I doubt that.”
She rode him, slicking his cock with her wetness, stamping her ownership over him. His nostrils flared. Her cyborg must smell her need, a match for his.
“You’re a force, my warrior female.” He covered her breasts with his rough palms and she sucked in her breath, that contact exquisite. “But I will defeat you.”
“You’ll never defeat me.” She gave that reply because it was expected, not because she truly believed it. The passion inside her already spiraled upward.
He grunted, squeezing and releasing to the tempo of her hips, supporting her curves with his big hands. She swiveled, grinding into him. He retaliated by capturing her nipples between his fingers, closing around those sensitive peaks.
That felt so good. She stifled a whimper, arching her back, moving faster over him.
He played with her breasts, gazing up at her. Her dominant male allowed her to advance first, to set the pace and limit his movements. She savored the experience, realizing it wouldn’t last. He was bigger, stronger, would soon wrest control from her, taking charge.
She wanted that, craved his pushback. He motivated her to be the best at breeding, at fighting, at being herself, and she loved that.
She loved him.
His rim brushed over her clit and she trembled. She lowered over him, pressing her lips against his. Their tongues battled, jabbing, swirling, struggling for a grip on the other’s flesh.
He growled and rolled, covering her with his body, taking command of their breeding. She capitulated, opening both her mouth and her thighs wider to him.
Being the warrior he was, her cyborg immediately claimed the space she’d surrendered and conquered additional ground, thrusting deep inside her. She cried out, that sound muffled by his lips, and she tilted her hips, taking more of him.
He filled her with his tongue and with his cock. She gripped his shoulders, holding onto him, savoring the ripple of muscle under his gray skin, the intensity in his eyes, the determination in the set of his chin.
He was the epitome of strength, a warrior at the height of his skills, and he belonged to her. She was the female he loved, the female he wanted.
He pulled back to his tip and then drove into her, pulled back and drove into her. She lifted her hips, meeting him halfway. Skin smacked against skin. Her body heated, sweat beading, dripping between her breasts, down her spine.
“Is that”—she panted—“all you have?”
His eyes glowed with humor. “That’s all you can take, human.”
“Fuck you, cyborg.” She laughed, propelling herself upward. Her fingernails pierced his skin. His cock twitched inside her.
Her warrior liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. She raked her fingernails down his chest.
He hissed, caught her wrists with one hand, moved them above her head, pulling her arms tight. Her pussy dripped. She struggled, slapping her breasts against his pecs, that sweet agony energizing him and titillating her.
He fucked her harder. The sleeping support slammed against the wall, that noise added to the barrage of rutting sounds echoing in the chamber.
“More. More.” She urged him on, kicking her boot heels against his clenched ass. Her focus had shifted from winning their erotic battle to sating the need inside her.
Judging by the wildness in his eyes, he was as far gone as she was. He drove into her with total abandonment, his biceps bulging, his countenance primal.
She ravished him right back, pumping her hips, taking him as deeply as she could. His balls smacked against her skin. His base flattened her feminine folds. An intriguing hum spread through her core, tiny vibrations of delight.
The connection between them, always present, grew more powerful, invisible strands pleated into its framework with each passing encounter, with each additional moment spent together, reinforcing their link, ensuring it would never be severed.
The attachment was more than physical, more than mere nanocybotics and compatible genes. It was a binding of hearts, of souls.
Her arms and legs quivered. Her pussy constricted around him. “Vengeance.” She lifted her body, pressing her curves against him.
“Astrid.” He bent his head, mouthed over the swell of her breasts. His nanocybotics bubbled on her skin, a thousand lips nipping and sucking on her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of fulfillment.
She writhed under him, fighting to free her hands, yearning to touch him, to thread her fingers through his short hair, hold his face to her curves. He plunged into her, his cock head grazing along her inner walls, his thrusts swift, intense.
She dragged breaths of air into her parched lungs, her muscles straining. Drops of perspiration trickled down her neck. Her nerve endings danced.
She refused to come first. “Vengeance.”
He lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers.
“Love you.” She clenched around his shaft.
He bellowed, driving his hips forward. His base smacked against her clit. Cum shot from his tip. She screamed, detonating with that dual assault, her world blasted apart by bliss, pieces of her flying outward.
He pinned her hips to the sleeping support, secured her wrists as the chamber spun around them, the lights dimming and brightening, dimming and brightening.
Pleasure ravaged her body, her heart, her mind. She twisted and squirmed, attempting to escape, yet not truly wanting to be successful. Her inner walls closed around him and released, draining him of his nanocybotics-laden essence, the source of that soul-stripping ecstasy.
He shuddered, the roll of his shoulders powerful, his muscles delineated, his face stark, her cyborg’s release equally acute. That’s what they did to each other—pushed their satisfaction to the extremes, a point they could never reach alone.
She became still, her breathing leveling. He released her hands and she bracketed his cheeks with her palms. Their gazes met, locked, the adoration in his eyes pulling at her frayed emotions.
He braced himself upward with his arms. She stroked his face with her fingertips, showing him with her touch how much she cared for him.
Silence fell between them, broken only by their breathing.
Their relationship would never be easy. Their future wouldn’t be peaceful. Being a warrior, she loved that, wouldn’t want their future, their relationship to be any other way. She would test him. He would test her. They would both become better warriors, better beings.
And they would love each other. They had formed a clan of two. “I love you, cyborg.”
“I love you, human.” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
She lay on top of his big body, her arms folded in front of her, her gaze fixed on his handsome face. “I won our battle.” She grinned. He came first.
“You utilized a skill you hadn’t yet showed me.” He rested his hands on her bare ass, his hold on her reassuringly possessive.
“Which skill was that—clenching around you?” She lifted her eyebrows. “You’ve seen that move.” She’d used it in previous breedings. “You merely can’t combat it.”
“I don’t want to combat it,” he corrected. “It feels too good, but that wasn’t the skill I was referring to.” He spread his fingers, touching more of her. “You told me you loved me.”
Her profession of love had shattered his restraint. That was how much those words meant to her tough warrior. “I’ve showed you that move also.”
“You haven’t showed it to me during breeding.” His lips curled upward. “I don’t want to combat that move either. I will never grow tired of hearing it.”
“Is that a challenge?” She laughed.
“Yes.” He squeezed her ass. “That’s a challenge.”
He was a cyborg, could replay her declaration as often as he desired, but he wanted to hear the words again from her lips, and she wanted to give him that reassurance, wanted him to know the full power of her feelings.
“I love you, my warrior male.” She gazed at him, allowing all of her emotions to show. “I love your strength, your sense of honor, your caring.” She echoed the words he’d shared with her. “There’s no one I’d rather have guarding my back during battle, concealing my tears from the rest of the universe, holding me in his arms during our rest cycles. My heart, my soul, my gun is yours.”
He pulled her higher on his chest, brushed his lips over hers. “I will strive to be worthy of you, human.”
“And I’ll strive to be worthy of you, cyborg.” She touched his face. “I’m glad I didn’t kill you when I had the opportunity.” She joked.
“You couldn’t kill me.” His eyes sparkled. “You love me.”
“And I’m too slow.” She added the disclaimer before he could.
“You’re much too slow.” He chuckled, his chest shaking under her. “But a warrior I greatly admire recently told me moving slow could be advantageous on some battlefields.”
“It can be very advantageous.” She glided her fingertips over his lips, relishing the softness of that part of him. Another body part had hardened and was pressing between her thighs, reviving needs that should have been sated. “I could show you…if you’re ready for a rematch.”
“When I’m with you, I’m always ready.” He pushed his hips upward, elevating her. “Prepare to be defeated, my warrior female.”
She grazed her teeth over his chin and his eyes flashed, signaling his excitement. “The only thing I’m preparing for is victory.” Her voice was husky.
She shrieked as he flipped her onto her back. Her cyborg was taking control of their breeding, intent on winning this round.
Fuck, she loved him.
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