Breathing Vapor
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“Could you?” Mira stared at him, having not considered this possibility.
“You’re not sharing mine.” Vapor splayed his fingers over her back.
“I’m not interested in your female, not in that way.” Red streaked across Thrasher’s cheekbones. “She smells like you.”
“Any female you share will smell like the other male.” Her cyborg gave no indication that he knew the truth behind his friends’ love-hate relationship.
“I don’t mind the scent of some males,” Thrasher said under his breath.
“Two males sharing the same female is considered normal on Oberon Major.” Mira remembered that from her studies at the Academy.
“I’m not sharing you.” Vapor’s pace increased.
“I don’t want to be shared.” She petted his battle armor-clad chest, seeking to pacify her possessive male. “You’re the best. Why would I require any other being?”
“You’re mine, Mira.” He slowed. “Mine alone.”
“I’m yours.” She kissed his chin. “Perhaps not yours alone. Soon we’ll have a family, offspring to care for and to love, and they will receive a piece of me. But you’ll always be my core.” She gazed up at him, allowing him to see how much she loved him, baring herself to him emotionally.
Vapor’s lips curled upward.
Thrasher stopped walking. “I’ll tell Ace to answer the hail. If the way you’re looking at each other is any indication, you won’t be surfacing again this planet rotation.”
“Debrief me later.” Vapor strode with Mira into their chamber, not looking back.
“Much later, I hope.” She stroked his neck.
“Much, much later.” He carried her to their sleeping support and set her down. “I have the mother of our future offspring to pleasure.” He stripped off his body armor, revealing his tanned skin, firm muscle, hard cock.
“Will you consider them to be your offspring?” Mira kicked off her boots. “They won’t be cyborgs.” She unfastened her flight suit, shimmying out of the garment.
“You’re not a cyborg either.” He lowered himself over her, bracing his body upward with one arm. “Yet I would die for you.” His eyes gleamed with a heartfelt sincerity she couldn’t deny. “Our offspring will be exactly that—ours. They might not look like us but they’ll have your bravery and ingenuity and caring.”
She touched his face. “They’ll have your courage and honesty and protectiveness.”
“They’ll be ours.” Vapor looked deep into her eyes as he entered her. Her eyelashes fluttered, the fullness without equal. They fit perfectly, her pussy clinging to his shaft.
He moved slowly. She tilted her hips to ease the sensual slide, taking him until there was no more of him to take.
They gazed at each other. No words were necessary. Mira felt his love, the connection flowing between them, the endless circle of emotion building, building, building.
She adored this male, could tell him everything, her truths and her lies, not worrying if she’d be judged, seen as weak, taken advantage of. He’d protect her, physically and emotionally, and soon, he’d protect their offspring.
Vapor rocked, his loving slow and gentle, controlled. They’d fucked like wild creatures when they woke, burning the savage edge off their passion.
This encounter was a whispered promise, a vow of endless caring. She gripped his shoulders, moving with him. Her passion escalated stroke by stroke, a teasing ripple of arousal rather than a thought-clearing tidal wave.
The leisurely pace accentuated every touch, every breath, every speck of gold and green in his dark eyes. She felt the veins on his shaft, the firmness of his base, the sway of his balls.
He grazed his lips over hers again and again, teasing her. Mira chased his kiss, unable to catch it. Vapor grinned. She squeezed her inner walls around his cock.
“Mira,” he growled, his lips flattening.
He increased their tempo, his motion a little less smooth. She rose up to meet him, lifting her hips, arching her back.
They were equals, their differences strengthening their bond, not weakening it. Her softness cushioned his muscle. His restraint tempered her recklessness. They complemented each other.
They fit. She panted, brushing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples were sensitive, had become increasingly so over the past planet rotations. The contact with his hard form curled her fingers.
“You feel so good.” Vapor’s voice deepened, a black hole of sound sucking her in. “And you smell.” He breathed in, bliss reflected in his eyes. “Even better.”
“The other males claim,” she huffed. “I smell like you.”
“Your scent is changing.” Vapor inhaled deeply. Their fucking strained her lungs but required no effort from her cyborg. He could rut into her endlessly and not break a sweat. “When we first met, you smelled like warm, willing female. Filling you with my cum added my scent. Every cyborg knew you were mine. Now, you also smell.” He sniffed once more. “Like the future, like forever, like home.”
“I’m your Homeland.” Mira gazed up at him, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She didn’t know why she was so emotional lately. Perhaps suppressing her feelings for so long had made them more poignant.
“Hold it together, female.” Vapor drove into her harder, distracting her with pleasure.
She clutched his arms and matched his rhythm. They crashed together, drifted apart, crashed together, drifted apart, their skin heating at all points of contact, giving her the burn she’d grown to crave.
Mira’s punishment had become her reward. She deserved the full body spanks, had earned every one of them. Sex sounds filled their chamber. She called his name. Vapor grunted his reply, gliding in and out of her, his physique over top hers.
She dug her fingernails into his skin, holding onto him. Moisture wet her hair, trickled between her breasts, slicked her curves. Her pussy constricted around his shaft, the snugness spiraling her need upward.
She’d spent her lifespan alone, fighting for causes she believed in, for other beings’ happiness. Now, they worked together for their own satisfaction, their goals shared. Mira’s voice grew hoarse, Vapor’s name the only word on her lips, the beginning, ending, center of her.
His shaft swelled inside her and she whimpered. She wouldn’t come until he commanded. He was the keeper of her emotions, guarding the wall around her heart.
“Vapor?” She needed release.
“Two more, female.” His order stiffened her spine. “Count it.” He thrust hard.
“One,” she cried. Her arms and legs trembled.
Vapor’s eyes gleamed. He pulled out to his tip. “Now.” He filled her to his hilt, slapping his skin against her clit.
“Two,” she screamed, shattering, her barriers blown to pieces. Her inner walls closed around his shaft. Vapor bellowed and pushed deeper. Cum spurted from his tip, setting off another barrage of bliss.
Mira twisted and turned, seeking to escape, not wanting to be successful. Her warrior pinned her hips to the sleeping support, not allowing her to fall, as she was pummeled with pleasure, her body shaking.
“I have you. You’re safe.” Vapor pressed his lips to her forehead. “Beautiful. Mine.” His voice layered over her twitching senses, calming her. “I love you. I’ll always love you.”
“I love you too, Vapor.” She gazed up at him, her view fogged with sexual satisfaction. “You’re the best.”
Her rough, tough cyborg grinned, his expression adorably boyish. “I know.”
Mira laughed. She was one lucky female.
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USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
She lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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Other Books by Cynthia Sax
Cyborg Sizzle Series
Releasing Rage
Breathing Vapor
First Stories of her SciFi Erotic Romance Series
Warlord’s Bounty (Book 1 in Barbarian Claims)
Tattooed Tryst (Book 1 in Mating Mark)
Lust By Moonbeam (Book 1 in Moonbeam)
Mission Menage (Book 1 in Mission Menage)
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