Dark Hysteria: Cyborg Shifters #8

by Lucas, Naomi

He turned away and rested his elbows on his knees, inhaling deeply. She stared at his back and wished she knew what he was thinking.

  He didn’t stay there long, grabbing something off the nightstand next to the bed instead. In quick movements, he pulled off his gloves and slid on another pair. A thinner pair. She couldn’t get a good look, but she assumed it had something to do with his skin. When he was done and his other gloves were folded neatly atop his jacket, he faced her.

  This wasn’t the Cyborg she’d come to know. Gone was his craze, the anger at the brink, ready to be unleashed, and instead was a man. A man who…was nervous?

  “Hysterian,” she whispered, reaching out and taking his hand, squeezing it. He tensed but didn’t pull away. “Convince me?” She had no idea what else to say, what she could say to a being like him.

  But saying nothing seemed wrong.

  Hysterian took her hands and pushed her back onto the bed, climbing atop her. “Whatever you do, Alexa,” his voice turned rough, “do not touch my skin, okay?”

  One touch: bliss or death.

  “Okay.” Easy enough. She pressed her fingers against his and he gripped hers back.

  “Good. Keep your hands above your head. You drop them? This ends.”

  What was she supposed to say to that?

  Was it that easy to get him to go away?

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  He released her, and she kept her hands where he placed them. Heart thrumming, he slid down her body and took hold of her feet again. He peeled off her socks and kneaded her soles. The sensation of his new gloves was strange, but not unwelcome. They felt like skin, but without the natural satiny feel of it and only a hint of heat.

  He rubbed her soles, her arches, and tickled and traced her ankles. Laziness coursed through her veins as she succumbed to his ministrations. His hands slid from her feet and under the hems of her pants, exploring, reaching up. He slipped them out and kneaded her arches again, like he was reassuring her he would go slow.

  Slow was not like him.

  “I need…” she started to say before she stopped herself.

  His hands paused. “Need what?”

  Warmth flooded her cheeks. “More. I need more.” He was going to make her say it anyway.

  He withdrew his hands from her. She held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. She wanted him to kiss her, fully kiss her, without there being a cloth between them.

  Her fingers danced where they lay on the bedding, jittery with anticipation.

  Hysterian stood.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he ordered, his voice returning to normal. He strode into the lavatory, shutting the door behind him.

  Her brow furrowed.

  She rose onto her elbows, but he had already returned and was headed straight for her. Her lips parted.

  He was decked in a full skin-tight black latex bodysuit. The light from the bathroom haloed his imposing body for a split second before it turned off, revealing everything. Alexa gasped, straightening.

  He pushed her back onto the bed. “I told you not to move.”

  Alexa’s gaze dipped to his body, and she reached for him.

  He caught her hands and growled. “What did I say?”

  “Don’t touch you?”

  He placed her hands back above her head. “Don’t touch me.”

  Alexa settled back but was still confused. “You’re in a… You’re not naked.”

  The suit covered everything; his white hair, his beautiful face, his severe lips. “I’m not. If I were, you would already be dead,” he said.

  “What?”

  He didn’t answer her, instead, he released her hands to capture the button on her pants. He hooked his fingers under the lip and yanked them down her hips. She lifted to help him, kicking her pants off. He folded them as well, placing them beside his clothes. He dove in for her shirt next.

  Alexa gasped when he untangled it from her arms, taking it away, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. She clasped her hands when he pulled back. She wished she had changed out of the plain, cotton undergarments and discarded earlier when she had the chance.

  “Fuuuuck,” Hysterian hissed, making Alexa squeeze her legs together. “You’re just fucking perfect, aren’t you?”

  Her eyes trailed his shadowy outline. Was he wearing the same material over his body that he wore on his hands? Were his gloves latex, too, and she hadn’t realized it? It was easier thinking about him than it was receiving a compliment. A fake one, obviously. “So are you,” she said. Whatever he’d put on was demonic, but so was he.

  Hysterian let out a raspy laugh. “Not in any way that matters.”

  The bed dipped as Hysterian moved over her, straddling his knees on either side of her. She didn’t know what he was talking about. He was the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. There was no one in the entire universe she’d spent more time studying. How could he think less of himself? It wasn’t fair. She’d wanted him for years, hating herself for it the entire time. She knew that now, having buried her desire so deep that she was still wrecked with the truth of it.

  Hysterian was a dark and powerful Cyborg, and if she couldn’t take away his power, she wanted him to punish her for her failure.

  She cupped his neck and rose, planting her lips to his before he could stop her.

  He jerked, pushed her back onto the bed, falling over her.

  “Is that what you want?” he demanded. “To die?” He grabbed her hands and thrust them back above her head, forcing her legs open with his knee. “Obey me!” he roared.

  She wiggled her legs out from between his and curled them around his waist, clamping them. With him draped in black, he was Hysterian, her enemy, but more. He was a bruise in her fantasies. One she wanted healed. Right now. She writhed.

  He reached down and pinned her hip with his hand while still keeping her hands trapped with one of his. His fingers bit into her flesh.

  Alexa sucked in a sharp breath.

  Hysterian shot upright with a heave and stared down at her.

  She clamped her thighs harder. “Please,” she whimpered.

  His eyes flickered in the darkness. “Hell, Alexa.”

  “I need you. Please. No more teasing.”

  Another growl tore from his mouth, and she trembled. He shifted, and the bulge of his cock pressed into her pelvis, spurring her on.

  “You don’t want me to fuck you gently, do you, Dear?” he rasped, releasing her hands and grabbing the cups of her bra and snapping the thin strap between her breasts. “You don’t need me to prove anything to you, do you?”

  “No,” she gasped.

  “You don’t want to be pampered with foreplay, or prepared? Fingered and splayed for when I thrust into you the first time?”

  Why did he want to embarrass her?

  Hysterian cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples with his thumbs. “Fine. Have it your way,” he purred. He lifted up and grabbed the side of her panties with both hands, shredding them. The cloth fell away, leaving her sex bare.

  She pressed up, rubbing herself against the smooth latex of his body suit. It slipped over her skin like silk, there was no rubbery hitch. His cock rested between them, where the heat coming off it threatened to brand her. The suit had give. Her belly knotted. The bedding snagged in her fingers. Hysterian exhaled loudly, grabbing her hips and squeezing. His palms ran down her body, finding her backside, and he squeezed her again, a groan leaving him.

  His imposing form filled her vision. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” His hands groped her once more before spanning out, pressing into her everywhere.

  Not nearly as long as me. Alexa clamped her mouth, refusing to beg anymore.

  Large hands moved up her body, feeling every inch of her. Curiously, probing fingers whispered over her curves and hidden places, leaving no spot unexplored. His palms were warm, almost too warm for a cold-blooded creature, but she endured. He explored her like he’d never touched a woma
n before, like this experience was just as new to him as it was for Alexa.

  Bundles of nerves that have been tangled in her soul for years began to uncoil.

  “You’re cold. Why are you cold?” he whispered, grabbing her hair, letting it go, only to clasp his hands around her neck.

  She shook her head. She was on fire.

  He groaned and pressed his thumbs into the dip of her throat. “So delicate,” he said, rubbing her neck.

  “It’s not. I’m not.”

  He squeezed her throat gently. “To me, everything about you is delicate. But I’m going to fuck this someday, Alexa, and it won’t be delicate.” He tapped his finger on her throat before letting go of her neck. “Someday.”

  She shivered, knowing it for the threat it was. It excited her. His hands covered her breasts again. Her toes curled.

  “And these,” he groaned.

  Alexa really didn’t want to beg, she tried to bite down on her tongue to keep the words in, but when Hysterian started worshipping her body like he had her neck, he made it so much harder for her.

  She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him inside her. Madness wormed its way into her head, clawing at her mind. How much longer was he going to make her wait?

  Another decade?

  “Captain, please,” she whimpered, knowing what would happen.

  Hysterian stiffened. The room blazed bright with light, streaking out from his eyes. The large shadow of a man feeling her up vanished, and she was shot with the image of a frighteningly, dangerous machine. His tongue shot out of his mouth, plastering itself into the suit, stretching it. The light glistened off it before it and the light vanished too, plunging the room into darkness.

  Alexa stilled, uncertain of what she’d just seen.

  Hysterian rolled her onto her front before she could make sense of it. Her legs were thrust apart as his body rose above her. “Captain, is it?” He pinched her cheeks, spreading them.

  “Captain,” she repeated, breathless.

  “I tried to be gentle. Remember that.” He shunted against her, his metalized cock spearing her flesh between the dip of her ass. “Oh, I tried to be gentle,” he growled.

  She felt him grab his cock. He tapped it on her backside. His fingers fluttered over her feminine area, feeling her everywhere, pinching, spreading her arousal, and groaning all the while. He pushed one finger into her, then another, invading her in the one place no one had before.

  Alexa squeezed from the intrusion, shocked despite how desperate she needed it. The invasion hurt and she wrenched her eyes closed, but not before she slumped forward on the bed, sticking her butt out as far as she could, opening herself up for more.

  Hysterian thrust another finger into her. “This what you want, Dear? Is this it?” He pumped the digits in and out of her, forcing her to take a fourth. “You want to be fingered by me?”

  She whimpered when his fingers vibrated, and bit down on the bedding when they frenzied.

  “I’m your fucking master,” he rasped. “Fucking hell, you’re tight.”

  Pain spiked up her spine, but also pleasure each time his fingers pushed into that sweet spot inside her, making her lift and lower for him repeatedly. Alexa jerked away and pressed back, unable to decide if it was too much. Or not enough.

  Should I tell him?

  His other hand pet the length of her spine while continuing to thrust his soaked fingers in and out of her. When he twisted his hand and cupped her sex, pressing the pad of his thumb to her clit, she decided not to tell him.

  He’d want to be gentle with her, and she couldn’t handle that. She didn’t deserve it.

  His hand rubbed down her back again, coaxing her higher. His thumb rolled her clit. Heat blanketed her, and she panted like a cat in heat. She didn’t care. Alexa pushed back with a whimper and gave Hysterian what he wanted.

  His fingers pulled out of her, and she felt him line his cock up to her opening, his thumb tweaked her clit. He pressed his body down, his thighs behind hers, and she winced, already a little raw.

  “Alexa,” he said, his voice a rough whisper as he pushed into her.

  A cry tore from her throat, and she fell forward onto the bed, her knees giving out. He stretched her to her limit, filling her completely. The breath wooshed out from her lips, her hands grabbing the bedding, her teeth biting down hard.

  Hysterian didn’t move, holding over her, inside her. His brow resting on the back of her head. She turned her face to the side to see his arm holding his body up. Despite the suit, his muscles strained and bulged. Veins popped from his biceps. It couldn’t be latex. An ache bloomed inside where he was seated. She constricted, testing to see if she could handle more.

  Hysterian groaned thickly. Her skin prickled.

  She bit down on the bedding and clenched around him again. Little by little, the rawness morphed into something else, something warm. Exceedingly warm. His cock burned her from the inside, branding her in the one place she’d never shared with another. Alexa whimpered as heat burst between them, her alien DNA made her sweat profusely.

  “Alexa,” Hysterian rasped. “Why do I smell blood?”

  His body went tensely still.

  Seventeen

  Alexa shook her head, panting, refusing to release the bedding pinched between her teeth. She felt the bed shift, and Hysterian’s fingers slipping into her hair, grabbing hold of it. She didn’t want him to move… The pain was sweetening by the second, making her feverish.

  She sagged, loving it.

  Hysterian lifted off her, slipping out of her body, and she mewed in protest. He flipped her over.

  Bright, furious eyes stared down at her. They were the only part of him that wasn’t covered. He rose up on his knees, and straddled her again. He looked down at his cock, lit up by the blue of his eyes. Turgid and ebony sleek.

  “You were a virgin?” he growled.

  She stared at Hysterian’s cock. It was massive and…bulky, too big for the material he was wearing. She could’ve sworn it contained more than his cock within, like he may have orgasmed already, but she couldn’t be sure… Her gaze flicked over his chest, his arms, lit up by his eyes, and noticed the rest of him resembled his cock.

  Was something happening to his suit? She decided it was a trick of the light.

  Hysterian groaned, and her eyes snapped back to his hand where he held his cock. There was a trickle of dark red blood sliding down the side of it. They watched as it gathered and dripped onto her belly.

  He shot upward. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me!”

  Alexa reached down, took hold of his cock, and squeezed it.

  He strained away and groaned before snatching her hand off of him. “Alexa, why didn’t you say anything?”

  She raised her arms above her head.

  Heat infused his eyes as they landed on her breasts.

  She smiled lazily. “Because it doesn’t matter.”

  “It does to me, Dear. I could’ve been gentler, approached you less like a fucking monster.”

  “It wouldn’t have been you.” If he had been gentle, she would’ve hated him even more. She shimmied her legs out from between his.

  He grabbed her ankle as she opened her legs, holding it prone.

  “I don’t want gentle, Captain Hysterian,” Alexa said.

  The light from his eyes blazed, and her heart fluttered as his gaze dropped to her splayed sex. He gripped her foot harder and moved it outward.

  “I’m not the type of man to give your virginity to,” he rumbled. “Why does your blood smell sweet?”

  A sliver of fear sliced through her. “You’re not,” she agreed quickly to his first sentiment, hoping he’d forget that her blood wasn’t quite right.

  “Then why?”

  “I want you.”

  His eyes softened. Alexa was beyond denying it. What was the point? He had already won. He’d won the first time they spoke.

  Hysterian seemed like he wanted to say something. His lips were movi
ng, shifting the suit, but nothing came out. She hoped he wasn’t focused on her blood any longer, having never thought he’d be able to smell a difference from it. His sudden vulnerability reassured Alexa he wasn’t thinking about that at all.

  Her brow furrowed. She’d never seen her Cyborg as anything but a sociopath.

  Her heart flipped. Her fingers shook, and she curled them into her palm, stopping them from trying to comfort him with a touch. His gaze shot to her sex, and he spread her thighs open. He released his grip on her ankle and touched her between her legs.

  With a whisper of a caress, his finger circled her opening, as if apologizing to it. She rose on her elbows to watch him, nerves fluttering.

  Hysterian’s voice was barely a murmur when he finally spoke.

  “I’ve waited for so long for this.” Hysterian wiggled his finger into her. “For something real. I’m not…”

  She clenched around his finger.

  “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” He hooked his finger, pressing into her sweet spot. “But hell if I can make myself stop.”

  “Don’t.”

  He slipped his finger out and cupped her thighs. “You’d have to kill me to stop me.” He lowered his face between her legs, pushing his mouth over her sex. An animalistic sound came from him, she felt its vibrations over her sex. He rubbed his mouth over her like he couldn’t get enough of it. “I’d kill everyone on this port to taste you. Every last one of them.”

  He lifted up after one last pained groan.

  Hysterian dragged his body up over hers, trapping her to the bed. Her legs wrapped around him as he pushed the tip of his cock to her opening.

  “So you don’t want to be a virgin anymore? Is that right?” he taunted, searching her eyes.

  Alexa’s lips parted. “I don’t want to be a virgin.”

  “Good.” He eased inside her slowly, pinning her with his gaze. Was he waiting for her to balk? To run screaming?

  A moan escaped as he filled her, invading her bit by bit, forcing her to feel every inch of the stretch. The sharp ache of her broken virginity made her wince, but he stayed with her through it, pausing before he continued. Unlike the first thrust, his movements were slow and deliberate.