Chapter Sixteen

Hours later, the cyborgs and humans were moving together down the tunnel. Wrath found the rhythmic thump of boots on the ground soothing. He had eaten and rested, but his body felt unsatiated. The way the humans had acted, particularly the male, and the way he had behaved in response to it disturbed him deeply. It shouldn’t matter what the humans did to or with each other; that was their business. He was only using them as insurance against Cyborg Sector.

But he couldn’t deny the rage that had overtaken him upon seeing Clayton on top of Rachel. The human had been lucky to survive the incident. In retrospect, Wrath wished he had executed Clayton. It would have been a suitable punishment for the man to perish. Rachel walked directly behind Wrath as they continued their voyage underground. He had not bothered to tie her hands again.

The cyborg could not deny that Rachel triggered strange feelings in him. He had heard Clayton’s accusations and was intrigued to imagine that the female had more than a passing interest in him. Rachel had vehemently denied being an agent, but she had not addressed her interest. The thought distracted him, especially when they were isolated together in the corner of the cavern.

They would be through the tunnels soon. Wrath’s night vision would no longer be necessary when ambient light made its way into the passage. It would be more productive to think about their plans than Rachel. And he had to remember that she had only come here to lure him back to Cyborg Sector, where he would lose all autonomy. The corner of his mouth curled up in a smile as he realized he could take advantage of the situation even though she was a spy.

Fresh air began trickling up the shaft, and Green Squad emerged into the early morning. The sun was starting to make its way over the horizon. It pushed its light up in an orange glow that made the highest parts of the mountains look like they were on fire. A valley of long shadows fell away from the tunnel exit. The cyborgs and their prisoners stood on a rocky ledge. They were in the open and free, for now.

“We need four cyborgs on watch duty,” he ordered. “We’ll stop here for the moment, but if Cyborg Sector catches up, we want to know as soon as possible.” Wrath took a look at their new camping area. Most of the ledge was open to the elements. Only the sloping mountain at the rear provided any cover. A few yards away he spotted a small indentation in the rock. “I’ll be over here. Leave me undisturbed unless there is an emergency.”

Rachel didn’t move as he walked away, thinking that his commands applied to her as well. Wrath didn’t intend to leave her alone. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her alongside. Instead of tagging behind him, there was enough room here for Rachel to walk next to him.

In the grotto, the ground was softer than the tunnel. Sand covered the floor like in the original cave. Once inside, he only needed to scan for a few seconds to ensure no dangerous creatures waited for him.

Rachel looked up at Wrath, hoping he would be willing to open up to her. He was tired of talking but was having problems keeping his desire under control. He glanced at the entrance again to make sure they were isolated from the other cyborgs. When he was confident they were alone, he wrapped his arms around Rachel, feeling the soft curves of her body and kissing her. She didn’t try to move away. Her scent made his cock erect immediately. Her lips felt willing and eager.

“Earlier, you said you knew me,” he whispered as they pulled apart. “Did we do these kinds of things?”

Rachel nodded without saying anything. She couldn’t help staring at his lips. Clayton had been right. They wanted each other.

“Show me.” Wrath kissed her hungrily once again. The reporter’s arms, which had initially remained stiffly at her side, slowly wrapped themselves around his torso as her fingers pushed softly into his flesh.

She complied without a word when Wrath tugged her gently to the ground. There was no struggle as there had been with Clayton. Instead of screaming and trying to get away, she raised her arms to help the cyborg remove her shirt. It was different with Wrath because it was something she desired.

As he moved his hand to unfasten her jeans, Rachel reached up and began working on the clasp of his trousers. A bolt of electricity shot through his body. He pushed her pants down roughly, no longer having enough patience to be gentle. She didn’t mind, voluntarily wriggling out of the clothing. Rachel removed her bra and was naked before him.

He took a moment to enjoy the sight. Wrath had not thought about women or sex in his time with Green Squad. At least, not until Rachel had come along. Now he knew why. Nothing in his imagination could have compared with what he saw before him. Pearly white skin looked soft and smooth on her trim waist and flat stomach. Rachel’s breasts, round, bouncy and tempting, were things of perfection. Wrath let his eyes roam lower to the open slit between her legs. The reporter looked up at him with excitement in her eyes as she bit her lower lip.

The cyborg couldn’t stand it any longer. Wrath ripped off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. He had to have her now. He wanted every inch of his skin to be touching her. Wrath lowered himself on top of Rachel, reveling in the silky feel of her skin. He knew he could have asked her to do anything, and she would have obeyed, but neither one of them wanted to waste their time on foreplay.

Lining himself up above her entrance, he slowly pushed his way inside her. Rachel gasped with pleasure, her stomach tensing for a moment as he penetrated through the tightness of her core. The silky feeling made him want more, and he slowly moved his cock in and out.

Rachel closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. He wanted all of her. Simply being inside of her wasn’t enough to satisfy his hunger. He kissed her again, using his tongue to pry open her lips and giving full access to her mouth. The cyborg probed deep inside her as he slowly pumped away, making sure every inch of his cock was inside Rachel.

The girl’s legs lifted and curled around him as she raked her heels against his lower back. Delicate hands clutched at the area below his shoulder blades. Wrath moaned as he sank deeper inside her. He buried his cock to the hilt, and no matter how hard he pushed inside her she never complained. She took him in, again and again, using her legs to ensure their connection.

It didn’t last long enough, but he couldn’t hold back. His cock swelled inside her pussy as she sighed underneath him. Wrath’s hips moved faster, bringing an explosion from his cock. Wrath pumped away, completely filling Rachel with his hot cum.

The cyborg’s body fit perfectly on top of her when they finished. To his surprise, Rachel didn’t shove him away or make a move to get dressed. Instead, she kept her body wrapped around him and slowly ran her hands in long strokes down his back. For a moment, he imagined himself in another place. They were in a room, but it wasn’t in Cyborg Sector. Wrath and Rachel were on a bed and lay together as moonlight streamed in through a curtained window. She looked younger and smoother than she did now. Shadows of furniture in the room stretched around their naked bodies.

The vision was gone as quickly as it had arrived. It left a trace of pain in his head that diminished the pleasure from their activities. The cyborg regretfully hoisted himself off Rachel, no longer content to lie wrapped in her arms. Wrath shook the sand out of his pants and began to get dressed.

He could guess what was coming next. Rachel would start working on him again to try to convince him they had a shared past. She would use sex as a tool and mention that he wouldn’t want to fuck her if he didn’t remember it from before. Was it true? Or was it because she was an attractive woman, and he would have always desired her?

Rachel kept an eye on Wrath as she fetched her clothing and slowly — ever so slowly — put it back on her body. The look of fear and desperation that had been on her face since her arrival had disappeared, replaced with one of fulfillment. It sent a flush of heat through Wrath’s cheeks.

“You can stay here while we get organized,” he said gruffly. The cyborg tried to avoid looking at her. “Your guard will remain. Do not attempt to escape.”

She sat back, knees bent and arms wrapped around herself. Rachel smiled at him. “Okay. I won’t.”

Wrath went back to the other cyborgs, his face strangely flushed.