Ten
Her cyborg wound himself tighter and tighter, worrying about whatever it was he wanted to confide in her, until a shift later, he was ready to explode.
Kasia sat on the sleeping support in Vector’s private chamber on board the Freedom and watched as her male paced back and forth. His emotions were frayed, exposed, raw.
Her C Model was in no state for a sensitive discussion.
She removed her boots, plunked them on the floor beside the sleeping support. Vector’s muscles undulated as he moved, his big body magnificently naked, except for the boots on his feet.
Those boots played a role in his inner conflict. She’d pieced most of it together from his comments and questions. She could wait to hear the rest.
Kasia unfastened her flight suit, wiggling out of it. “Vector.”
“We’re in private. You wish to talk.” He didn’t look at her, pacing faster.
She stood on the sleeping support, tracking his movements from one side of the chamber to the other and back again. Her toes dug into the surface. It would be a challenging task to accomplish but she could do it. She bent her knees. “I wish for you to catch me.”
“You wish for me to—what?” Vector paused, glancing at her.
His gaze met hers and she pitched herself forward. For one sweet moment, she flew, completely free, surrounded only by air.
He was positioned too far away from the sleeping support. Kasia didn’t have the propulsion to bridge the distance. She fell.
“Fraggin’ hole, female.” He plucked her out of the air, catching her before her face smacked against the tile. “Your recklessness will get you killed.”
He hauled her upward. Her skin slapped against his, the contact thrilling her.
“I’m your captive.” Kasia wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “You wouldn’t allow me to be killed.”
She rubbed against him, savoring the feel of his hard muscles against her slight curves. He cupped her ass, squeezing and releasing to the same rhythm.
“You’re mine.” Vector covered her lips with his, claiming her mouth. Their tongues twined, tumbled. His nanocybotics filled her mouth, his metallic flavor feeding her wanting.
She threaded her fingers through her cyborg’s short hair, curving her hands over his skull, holding him to her, opening fully to him. This planet rotation, he’d fought one of his brethren, believing him to be a rival.
Vector had no rival. He was the sole recipient of her desires, his possessiveness and passion arousing her.
When he had faced his opponent, he had been all savage male, shedding his rigidly restrained warship captain persona to battle for his female, holding nothing back.
After almost half a lifespan spent alone, having no one to care for her, to protect her, his response had affected Kasia, binding her emotionally closer to him.
Vector walked with her. She was tall, with lithe compact muscles, and she wasn’t light. The arm definition she’d developed from lifting herself into air vents attested to that. Yet her cyborg carried her as though she weighed nothing.
He pressed her form against a wall, freeing his hands. His big rough palms slid along her legs and she trembled.
“I have you.” His eyes glowed, lit by energy and desire. “You won’t fall.”
“I know.” That truth was why she was quivering. He had her. He’d never let her go. “I need you inside me.”
“Patience.” Vector mouthed over her chin. She tilted her head back to give him access to her neck. He dragged his lips over her skin, spreading nanocybotics across her body, sending tremors down her spine.
“I have been patient.” She arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest, seeking more contact with him. “You haven’t fucked me this planet rotation.”
“I’m teaching you control.” Vector licked along her collarbone, a spot that, before she met him, she hadn’t known was responsive to touch.
With him, she felt more, lived more. She was a female of action, had saved millions of warriors, caring for one above all others.
Her captain, her male.
“You’re torturing me and you’re also torturing yourself.” Kasia grasped Vector’s shoulders and swiveled her hips, brushing against him, her pussy wet, her body humming with pleasure. “You have control enough for both of us.”
“I don’t have control around you.” He nibbled on the upper swell of her breasts with lip-covered teeth, each pinch titillating her. “I revert to my more primitive programming.”
“I love that.” She’d seen that programming and it was magnificent. As was his erotic assault on her, the pressure against her clit exquisite.
“You would love that.” Vector lowered her until his cock nestled between her feminine folds.
Fuck. Kasia moaned. He throbbed, every pulse along his shaft palpable, stimulating her.
“You know no caution.” Her warrior rocked against her, gliding his cock over her flesh. She moved with him, slicking his shaft. “You need me to take you in hand.”
“Yes.” Her voice was husky. “Take me in hand. I need your palms on my skin.” His handprints lingered on her ass, a burning brand of ownership she reveled in.
“I can’t stop touching you.” He stroked her pussy with his cock and her legs with his fingers. “You’re decadently soft, so very female.”
Her reflection in his brilliant blue eyes was divinely feminine. Kasia undulated, her lips parting, her face flushed. She was desirable, wanted.
They fucked without entry, teasing, taunting each other. The world outside the chamber ceased to exist for her. There was only Vector, her powerful C Model cyborg. His gray skin shone, polished by her curves. His face grew more stark. His muscles rippled.
And his cock. Stars. Call her shallow but it was glorious, long and thick. She rode his shaft, each bump against his rim making her shudder with joy.
Passion wrapped around her tighter and tighter, pushing the air from her lungs. Sweat beaded on her skin, slid down her spine. Her arousal became unbearably acute.
“Vector.” She pleaded. He was half machine. Kasia suspected he could dry hump like this forever. Being wholly human, she wouldn’t last that long. “I can’t.”
“I know you can’t.” His deep voice enthralled her. “And I wouldn’t ask that of you, my wild, reckless female. Fly for me. Now.”
He tapped his tip against her clit. Nanocybotics bubbled over that bundle of nerves and ecstasy exploded inside Kasia, freeing every part of her.
She screamed, clinging to her cyborg, digging her fingernails into his broad shoulders. Her inner walls clenched around nothing. The chamber spun. Currents of bliss flowed over her.
“Yes, hold on to me.” Vector caressed her legs as she shook, soothing her. “I’ll keep you safe as you soar.” His gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes bright, his lips curled slightly upward.
The male was smug and he had a right to be. He’d shattered her. Kasia allowed her head to fall forward, resting against him. “You can’t protect me from this pleasure.”
His chest shook. He was laughing at her. “You’ll survive.”
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the warmth of his breath on her neck, the sweep of his hands against her skin. Her legs remained wrapped around him. She wasn’t touching the floor, and that, combined with her lightheadedness, gave her the illusion of floating.
His muscular arms, his boots planted firmly on the surface, his strength and steadfastness allowed her to be airborne. She nuzzled against his chest.
He rumbled. “Female.”
“My name is Kasia,” she murmured. He rarely called her that.
“You chose to withhold your name from me for forty-four planet rotations.” Her control-seeking warrior remained miffed about that omission. She heard that in his voice. “I think of you as female, my female.” His dominance aroused her. “Look at me.”
She obeyed him, lifting her head, meeting his gaze. Her breath caught. Pure unfettered desire burned in his eyes. Her cyborg wanted her, was losing his war against his need.
“Do you require a lesson on control, warrior?” she murmured, her voice husky.
“Do you require a hand applied to your backside?” Vector countered.
Her nipples tightened even more. “Hmmm…”
“You know no caution.” He lowered her, aligning himself. “Spread your legs.”
She opened herself to him, bracing herself for a hard, fast fucking. He’d pleased her. It was his turn to take release.
Her male, however, had different plans. He skimmed his tip over her pussy lips, circled her entrance, brushed against her clit. Every movement was leisurely, intentional.
Kasia chased the sensation, mirrored him with her hips.
Her breathing matched his. Yearnings she thought sated reemerged.
“Vector.” She clutched his arms, his biceps firm under her grip. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m demonstrating my restraint.” His eyes glittered.
“You’ve proved it.” She wiggled, brushing her ass against the wall panel. “You have restraint. Too much of it.”
“You have too little of it.” He continued his assault on her senses. “I’ll teach you to control yourself.”
Stars. She adored his method of teaching, would willingly be his protégé forever.
And it might take her that long to grasp the concept. Control wasn’t her strength, even in fucking. Kasia wanted to take him, to wrest the lead from him, to ride her cyborg until they both came.
She would have done so if he’d allowed it.
But he didn’t accede to her unspoken demands. Her warship captain was in charge of their encounter, handling her with a firm hand, with a thrilling mastery, pushing her to her limits.
Blackness swirled around her vision, threatening to drag her under.
“I’m human.” She warned her warrior. “There’s only so much teaching I can tolerate before passing out.”
“You’re strong.” Vector must not have wanted to test that strength. He pushed into her, his girth stretching her to the point of pain.
Kasia grimaced. She’d accommodated him once. She could accommodate him again. But, fuck, it was a challenge. Her fingernails pieced his shoulders as she relayed some of her discomfort to her large male.
He surged forward, reshaping her body with his cock. She was full, so very full, and connected to another being in a way she’d only experienced with him.
Vector’s base pressed against her and he paused. Their gazes locked. “I’m never letting you go.” That gruff declaration made her pussy drip.
“Because I’m your captive?” She loosened around him and he sank deeper.
“You’re more than that.” He withdrew. “Much more.” He thrust and she gasped, feeling the contact to her toes.
“Is that all you have?” Kasia pushed him.
Vector growled, driving into her harder and harder. She kicked her heels against his clenched ass cheeks, asking for more, more, more, seeking to shred his restraint to strips, to set him free, make him fly.
His eyes blazed. His jaw firmed. He smacked his hips against hers, which, in turn, slapped her ass against the wall, the dual pain increasing her lust for him.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He repeated that word as though it were the only one he knew, her highly intelligent warrior reduced to monosyllables, reverting to the most primitive part of his programming, propelled by the need to fuck and to fight.
Kasia’s body ached with wanting. Sweat streamed between her breasts, slicking his chest, the moisture reflecting the lights. She clasped his shoulders, holding on, unable to do anything except take the erotic barrage.
Vector had lost control, was gripped by his own primal urges, his fierce desires. She saw that in his stark countenance, felt it in the bruising grasp of his hands. His passion fed hers, spiraling it upward.
“Yes.” She panted, lifting into his thrusts. “Yes.” He fucked her like a wild thing, his pace breathtakingly fast, an unrelenting tempo only a cyborg could maintain. Every thrust of his hips bumped her closer to the edge.
She didn’t know how long she could resist that tempting void of fulfilment. It beckoned to her, promised her unexplored delights, a freedom she only found with him, with release.
“Vector.” Sexual strain stretched his name into a battle cry.
“Female.” He placed hard kisses over her neck and face, branding her with his mouth, as he pounded into her pussy. She was covered with his nanocybotics. They bubbled on her cheeks, fizzed in her fingertips, stimulating her all over.
“Please.” She writhed against him.
That action threw his rhythm off. Their bodies collided again and again. “Patience.” His voice was a low rumble. “Patience.” He repeated, as though needing that reminder for himself. Vector humped her more savagely and nipped her chin, once, twice, the slight stings crazing her.
“Fuck patience.” Kasia wanted to come now. She constricted her pussy around his shaft.
“Female.” He drove fully into her and arched his back, bellowing his satisfaction into the air, his face harsh, the epitome of maleness. His nanocybotic-infused cum connected with her flesh and her scream joined his call.
Pleasure, scorchingly intense, battered her again and again. She twisted and turned, fighting him, unable to remain still while her form was under his blissful siege. Vector pushed deeper, flattening her curves, covering her completely with his unyielding frame.
Kasia tilted her head back and gazed unseeingly at the ceiling. She was trapped by her male, her warrior. Her shattered brain was unable to absorb anything other than the ecstasy he’d given her.
He filled her until she should have been overflowing yet none of his essence dripped down her inner thighs. She took everything he gave her, hoarding it, hoarding the moments with him.
Vector leaned against her. “I—I lost all control.” That admission must have been challenging for her restrained cyborg. “Did I damage you?”
“You didn’t damage me enough.” Her lips quirked upward. “I could have taken more.” She paused, thinking about whether or not that was the truth. “Maybe.”
“Or maybe not.” His eyes gleamed. “You’re reckless, female.”
“You like that.” She guessed.
Vector kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s dangerous. You could rush into a situation you couldn’t survive.”
Was that what happened to him? Kasia studied him. “You’d save me.”
“And if I couldn’t save you?” The after-fucking softness vanished from his countenance. “An EMP at the right frequency could have rendered me immobile. What other weaknesses do I have?”
The possibility he might be vulnerable bothered her warrior. She placed her palms on his chest, trying to soothe him with touch. “We eliminated the EMP weakness. You’re perfect once more.”
Vector winced. “I’m not perfect.”
“No one is.” That didn’t trouble Kasia. She liked him as he was. “But I’ll accept your overly cautious ways if you accept my recklessness.”
Her cyborg frowned. “Being cautious isn’t a fault.”
“Taking action too slowly can be as big of an error as taking action too quickly.” She stroked his skin. “I can help you with that.”
“There’s no need to help me with that.” His face darkened. “Being cautious isn’t a fault and that wasn’t what I was referring to when I said I wasn’t perfect.”
“It should be.” It was the aspect of his personality that most concerned her. “That’s your biggest fault.”
“That isn’t my biggest fault.” Vector’s voice raised. Her cyborg was losing his temper.
“But—”
“I hacked off my feet.” He yelled.
She blinked once, twice, three times. That was the secret he was hiding? He believed she wouldn’t want him if he was missing parts?
Anger swirled inside Kasia, outrage mixing with hurt. The warrior she cared for, the male she might love, thought she cared only about his appearance.
“I was wrong.” She bit off each word, her body stiffening. “Being too cautious isn’t your biggest fault.”
Pain flashed in his eyes, bright and cuttingly intense. “Yes. It isn’t my biggest fault.” He carried her to the sleeping support, set her down on the surface, his shoulders sagging. “You know that truth now.”
Vector retreated to the far side of the chamber, putting distance between them. He didn’t look at her, his head bowed.
Because he thought she was rejecting him.
“Do you know the truth, warrior?” Kasia glared at him, her chest blazing with righteous fury. “I doubt you do.” She curled her fingers into fists. “Because you’re an idiot.” She slammed her fists against her hips. “That’s your biggest fault.”