Hers To Command (Cyborg Sizzle Book 8)

by Cynthia Sax

  Yet they didn’t give her relief, didn’t transgress into erotic caresses, didn’t explore the more forbidden parts of her. They waited for her to take the initiative, to take command of the situation, of them.

  Why was she hesitating? Carys didn’t know any longer. She stood, removed her boots, starting stripping off her clothes.

  Thrasher stopped talking mid-sentence. The two males gazed at her for one endless heartbeat. Would they respond? Did they long for this, long for her?

  The uncertainty twisted her stomach.

  “Frag yes.” Thrasher burst into motion, ripping the body armor from his fit physique.

  Ace did the same, flinging the protective gear to the floor, his eyes glowing with anticipation, his expression almost happy. Their arms blurred.

  Her warriors’ haste boosted Carys’ confidence.

  They wanted her, their cocks hard. She licked her bottom lip, considering the logistics of their fucking. “I need both of your cocks inside me. I have one pussy, one mouth, one ass.”

  Thrasher straightened, his eyebrows lowering, his face darkening. “We would never damage your ass, Commander.”

  He said that as though she had gravely insulted him by suggesting it.

  Had she misread their preferences?

  “Some beings enjoy ass play,” she explained. It did nothing for her but she wanted her males to be satisfied.

  Ace scowled at her. “There is nothing enjoyable about ass play.” His lips curled. “That was one of the ways the Humanoid Alliance trainers would torture us. The pain and humiliation was brutal.”

  “We would die before we did that to you,” Thrasher vowed.

  Those Humanoid Alliance bastards had used her proud males without their consent, taking away not only their freedom but also their dignity. The cyborgs had to tolerate the abuse. The only other choice was death…for all of their brethren.

  Carys gazed at them, not showing her anger or her sympathy, realizing that would only make the situation worse. Ace and Thrasher already bristled with indignation. Their stances were as stiff as their cocks.

  “Good because, by the end of this rest cycle, I expect my pussy, not my ass, to be filled with cum.” She walked to Ace, the more controlled, more patient of the two males. “I plan to test your restraint, warrior. Can you hold me and not come? Do you have that level of willpower?”

  She drifted one of her fingernails down his chest, leaving a trail of pink on his golden skin. Ace’s eyes flared with awareness.

  “I will be worthy, Commander.” His voice was gruff.

  “It won’t be an easy mission.” She leaned into the warrior, brushing her nipples against him. “You must position me on top of your body, pressing your long, hard cock against my spine.”

  She whispered her naughty words into his ear. Ace stood perfectly still, as though entranced by her voice.

  “Then you’ll spread my legs and play with my breasts as Thrasher fucks me.” She flicked his earlobe with her tongue and he shuddered. “He’ll push me against you and you’ll want to come but you can’t, not until it is your turn, not until you’ve driven your cock deep inside my wet, hot pussy.”

  Carys paused, giving him a moment to absorb that visual.

  Then she switched from seductress to commander, stepped back, lifting her chin, directly meeting his dark gaze. “Do you understand, warrior?”

  He drew his fit physique upward. “Yes, Commander.”

  She waited.

  He didn’t take action.

  Was he waiting for more instructions? “Now, warrior,” she barked.

  Ace scooped her into his arms. She was a large female yet he carried her as though she weighed nothing, not even breathing heavily with the effort.

  He turned. She was expecting Ace, her cautious warrior, to gently recline.

  Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and flung himself backward. For a moment, they were airborne. She yelped, surprised, shocked, scared. They landed on the sleeping support, their bodies bouncing, his hold on her secure, tight, arousing.

  It was as hot as a star gone supernova.

  They became still.

  Carys shook her head. “I expected that from Thrasher, not you.”

  “It was the quickest, most efficient way.” Ace nuzzled against her neck, spreading bliss along her skin. “Hmmm…you’re warm and soft.” He inhaled deeply. “And you smell like passion and us.”

  “I wish you could see the two of you, Ass.” Thrasher moved toward the sleeping support, his dark-blue gaze fixed on the two of them. “Our Commander’s pale curves are framed with your muscle, her lushness contained by your unbending form, strength layered on top of strength, different yet as powerful.”

  Carys stretched, luxuriating in their attention. She felt beautiful, strong, needed.

  Ace parted her thighs, revealing her pink pussy, her wetness, her readiness. Thrasher loomed over them, looking at her, examining her.

  She offered her body up to his inspection, the act turning her on. Ace escalated her wanting, strumming her feminine folds, skimming his fingertips over her clit again and again.

  Carys tormented him in return, wiggling her ass, teasing Ace’s rigid cock. He rumbled, his chest vibrating with the deep sound.

  Thrasher shifted his weight from one foot to the other, her impatient warrior wanting to do more than watch.

  “Pump your cock for us, Thrasher. Use both of your hands,” she ordered. “This show is for you. You should convey your appreciation.”

  “You will have no doubt about my appreciation, Commander.” The warrior wrapped his fists around his shaft and worked himself with fierce, sexy strokes.

  Watching Thrasher touch himself made her pussy drip with wanting. She cupped her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, presenting them to both of her males.

  Thrasher’s eyes gleamed and his hands moved faster. Ace sucked on her neck, his breath wafting over her skin, his fingertips drifting over her pussy folds.

  They moved, connecting emotionally but not yet physically. Pre-cum formed on Thrasher’s tip. She licked her lips, remembering how good he tasted.

  He groaned. “You wanted me to fill your pussy.”

  “Then fill it.” Why were they waiting? “Take me, Thrasher.” She lifted her hips.

  “I’ll claim you, Commander.” He positioned himself between her legs, between Ace’s legs. “First.” Thrasher’s cock head bumped against her entrance and she twitched, the contact spiraling her passions upward. “Then I’ll hold you while Ace claims you.”

  “If you ever stop talking and take action,” Ace muttered.

  “Patience, ass.” Thrasher eased inside her.

  Stars. He was huge, stretching her open, the snugness bordering on pain.

  “Your mouth was bliss.” Thrasher gripped her hips and slid deeper and deeper. “But this, being inside your pussy, your softness around me, is…I have a database crammed with words and there are none to describe this.”

  The male could talk.

  Carys tilted her hips to accommodate his invasion and that was exactly what it was. He was conquering her, claiming her as his.

  Soon Ace would do the same. She’d be forever changed by this encounter.

  It was too late to stop it from happening and she didn’t want to. In this moment, there was no war, no pain, no death. There was only Ace and Thrasher and the yearning inside her.

  Her feminine folds flattened against Thrasher’s base. She gazed up at his handsome face.

  His blue eyes glowed. “Did I damage you, Commander?”

  There was real concern in his voice and that pulled at her heart. Her two warriors had known so much hurt. “I wouldn’t allow you to damage me.”

  Thrasher’s shoulders lowered a fraction. He layered his body over hers and captured her lips with his, prodding, probing with his tongue.

  Ace shifted under her.

  Was he feeling left out?

  Carys turned her head, including him in the kiss. Ac
e stiffened for a heartbeat and she thought he’d protest the three-way embrace. But then his body softened and his tongue twirled around theirs.

  She sighed with happiness. Her pussy was full of hard cock and two sexy males were kissing her. She couldn’t dream of an encounter as good as this one.

  Her body adjusted to Thrasher’s size, her snug hold on him loosening. Carys wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him to move.

  The warrior rocked in and out of her, in and out, fucking her as though they had all of the time in the universe, as though they weren’t in the middle of a war.

  Carys linked her fingers with Ace’s and placed their joined hands on Thrasher’s shoulders. Both males rumbled their approval.

  The Humanoid Alliance viewed cyborgs as unfeeling weapons, machines built for battle only. She suspected touching was yet another thing that would have gotten her warriors killed.

  They were safe now. While they were on her battle station, she was in charge, and she wouldn’t allow anyone to harm them.

  “Pick up the pace, warrior.” She dug her heels into Thrasher’s clenched ass cheeks, coaxing him to rock faster, to fuck her, them, harder.

  He responded, thrusting deeper, driving her into Ace’s fit form. Ace, being the competitive cyborg he was, pushed back.

  She was driven downward, pushed back upward, driven downward, pushed back upward, caught between two unstoppable forces. That thrilled her.

  They were powerful, more than human, in their prime, and, for this moment, perhaps for longer, they were hers. She panted, arching her back, rubbing her breasts against Thrasher’s chest, and her ass against Ace’s cock.

  Their pace intensified more and more.

  Soon, Thrasher rutted into her with a wild abandon and Ace responded, thrusting upward. Skin smacked against skin. Heat radiated from the points of contact. Sweat beaded on her form, wetting her hair.

  “More,” she demanded, urging her males to give her all they had.

  “Can’t.” Thrasher’s eyes flashed.

  “You can.” She slapped his shoulders with both Ace’s hands and hers. “And you will.”

  He made a hurting sound and propelled himself into her, driving into her pussy up to his base. His balls whacked against her. Their bodies collided.

  Her nipples stung. Her ass warmed to a burn. There was nothing in her mind, in her heart, in her soul, except the three of them, Ace’s breath on her neck, Thrasher’s gaze locked with hers.

  She was close, so close, her lungs compressing, her pussy tightening around his shaft. All she needed was—

  Thrasher thrust deep, swiveled his hips, grinding against her clit, and she shattered, screaming her release, clenching around him.

  He roared. Cum jetted from his tip, hit her inner walls. The pleasure was too much. Carys lost her mind, writhing, fighting to escape, not wanting to be successful.

  Thrasher pinned her to Ace’s form. Ace held her to him. She came, constricted around Thrasher’s cock. More cum coated her sensitive flesh. She came again, the waves of mind-frying bliss gradually easing.

  “Fuck.” She trembled, her arms and legs flopping by her side.

  “Frag.” Thrasher collapsed on top of her.

  “You’re damaging our female.” Ace pushed Thrasher upward, supporting some of the other male’s weight.

  She wasn’t their female. They didn’t own her. Carys didn’t have the energy to make that protest. She also didn’t know if it remained the truth.

  She felt owned, her body imprisoned between theirs. Ace mouthed against her neck, mumbled words she couldn’t decipher. Thrasher twitched on top of her, inside her.

  “You make me weak.” There was a hint of distress in Thrasher’s voice.

  She cupped his cheeks. “You are strong.” You are intelligent. You are loved. Carys blinked, tears stinging her eyes. Those were the words she would say to Pimmy every sunset.

  She lifted her head and skimmed her lips over Thrasher’s.

  Ace’s form moved under hers.

  Thrasher sighed and withdrew slowly, his reluctance to leave her body gratifying.

  Carys turned within the circle of their arms and met the other warrior’s gaze. “You are strong.” She framed Ace’s face with her hands, kissed him also.

  “I’m not strong at this moment.” The male shook, his cock hard between her thighs. “I want you too much.”

  She stripped the tough warrior’s control. Her chest warmed with pride. “Then take me.”

  “Patience, ass.” Thrasher strapped his arms around her, his chest pressing against her shoulder blades, his palms flattening against her stomach.

  He flipped onto his back, taking her with him.

  Carys flew through the air for the second time that planet rotation. She shrieked, landing with a thump on top of him.

  Thrasher, that fool, as Ace called him, chuckled. “I’ve got you, Commander.”

  She slapped his hands. “I require a warning next time.”

  He laughed harder.

  “Be serious, Thrasher.” Ace kneeled before them, his cock hard, his expression grave. “And complete your mission.”

  Thrasher spread her legs. There was no need to strum her pussy. She was slick with his cum and her juices. But he did so, drawing more wetness from her core, reviving her passions.

  Ace positioned himself between her thighs, his skin brushing along hers. She trembled, gazing up at him. “I’m ready for you, warrior.”

  “Thank the stars.” His relief made her smile.

  His tip bumped against her clit, stimulating her further, before he found her entrance. He pushed inside her.

  Fuck. She was glad he was second. He was thicker than Ace, would have been uncomfortably large if the other warrior hadn’t prepped her first.

  Thrasher linked his fingers with hers and fearlessly placed them on Ace’s hips, guiding him, regulating the speed. Ace was warm and hard, human flesh over a machine’s metal frame, and she savored his conquering of her body.

  He buried himself in her completely, then stopped, a stunned look on his usually grim face. “This is everything.”

  “Good. We can’t fit more.” She was full, stretched with rigid cock.

  “No.” Ace met her gaze, his eyes as black as open space, shining with the light of distant stars. “Thrasher was right. This is everything a male could want. You are everything.” His gaze flicked to the other male and then back to her.

  He meant both of them, though he wouldn’t say it, might never admit it to himself. Thrasher’s nanocybotic-infused cum remained inside her. Ace must feel it bubbling around his cock.

  Another male would be repulsed. Not Ace. She swept her fingers up his sides, taking Thrasher’s hands with hers. They were designed for this—Ace, Thrasher…

  Her. She wasn’t an add-on, an extra piece. She was an integral part, the connection flowing through all three of them.

  Ace pumped in and out of her, his pace restrained, as cautious as he was. Carys led Thrasher in the exploration of the male’s chest, his flat pecs, rippling abs, relishing the power, the warmth she found there.

  Their passion built once more, faster than it had the previous time, fiercer. She released her hold on the fucking, allowing them to take over, to ravish her, and each other with deep, hard strokes.

  Thrasher lifted his hips, impaling her onto Ace’s shaft again and again. Ace met him halfway, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark.

  Carys no longer directed the touching. Thrasher did, his caresses growing more and more bold, exciting Ace. Her softness buffered their muscle.

  “Commander.”

  She heard the question in Ace’s voice. “Not yet, warrior.”

  He didn’t question her response, rutting into her with an almost frantic vigor. His body was like rock above her, his muscles pulled tight.

  Carys was as lost. She gritted her teeth, battling her release.

  Desire ripped at her, at all of them.

  Sweat streamed down her face, betwee
n her breasts, her ass cheeks. Her body ached. Her pussy throbbed with need.

  Fuck. She fought her wanting. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Commander.”

  She met Ace’s gaze, saw his strain. Her loyal warrior desperately needed to come and was asking for her permission. She was causing him pain, torturing him by denying it.

  “Now, warrior.”

  Thrasher thrust upward. Ace drove into her. Their bodies crashed together and Carys cried out, flinging herself off the edge of fulfillment.

  Ace’s howl scored her descent. And then she lost track of everything. He must have come. She must have also. The ecstasy darkened her thoughts, her senses. Limbs entwined. Her body moved.

  Who was instigating the action? She didn’t know. Her mind had shut down. She convulsed, struck again and again by a bombardment of pleasure.

  Her eyes closed, the stimulation too much.

  It seemed like a lifespan had passed before she quieted, became still. Hands and lips swept along her skin. Voices murmured.

  A strange warmth engulfed her, settling in her chest, around her heart.

  It resembled love, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

  A tear dripped down her face.

  A tongue licked it. “We damaged our female.” Ace was worrying again.

  “I’m a being, not a possession,” she muttered. “And you don’t have enough firepower to damage me, warriors. I’m a commander.”

  “Yes, Commander.” Her warriors laughed.

  The sleeping support dipped and she was bracketed by muscular males, their arms around her and around each other.

  There was nowhere she’d rather be.

  Carys allowed sleep to claim her.

  Chapter Eight

  Four planet rotations passed. Thrasher remained in the chambers with Ace. During their Carys’ rest shifts, they ate, guarded their female while she slept and bred with her, multiple times. Every encounter tightened their connection.

  Thrasher had never been happier.

  When Carys was at the helm of her battle station, as she was at the moment, they stayed in their chambers, watched for threats, both inside and outside the vessel, monitored communications.