Cyborg Fever

by Grace Goodwin

  Stretching my legs, I quickened my steps. The corridors were empty, everyone either in the fighting pits ready for the next face-off or in the new garden where most of us took our meals so we could watch the mated couples’ children and feel normal again. Like maybe we weren’t monsters.

  “Where are you taking me?” Her soft question calmed some of the madness and I cleared my throat so I could answer her. I didn’t want to scare her. She hadn’t changed her mind. In fact, she was resting in my arms, her cheek pressed to my chest, her arms around my neck like she belonged there.

  She did.

  “To my room.”

  Her soft laugh was sexy as hell and my cock pulsed like an ion blaster. There was no question she could feel the hard length against the side of her hip. Good. She knew what was coming, how she affected me. I wondered if I affected her in the same way, if her nipples were hard points, her pussy a sticky, hot mess.

  “Is it far, your room?” she asked breathlessly. “Because you are sex on a stick and I really don’t want to wait.” Her nails clawed into my shoulders.

  Sex on a stick? I had no idea what the strange Earth term meant, even with the NPU, but it sounded like it was in my favor. As to the rest of what she’d said…

  The beast roared and I had no hope of holding him back.

  She wanted me.

  Now.

  My rooms were too far.

  Yes. Too Far.

  The next thing I knew I had her standing before me, pressed against the wall, her wrists held over her head with my left hand as I cradled her ass with my right. The soft feel of it in my palm made me groan. The beast took over, my muscles grew, my body exploded into more. Bigger. Stronger. Faster. I pressed the heat of her core to my hard cock. There could be no mistake. No question about what I wanted. What I needed.

  Now.

  Hungry. Gods, I was hungry. For her.

  Her eyes were huge as she looked me over. Watched as I changed because of her. The extra foot of height. The enlarged jaw. Shoulders more than double the width of hers. We were both breathing hard, our lips so close I could taste her sweet breath on my tongue. The scent of her skin invaded my lungs and I knew I would never get her out of my system, never forget this moment.

  “What’s your name?” she asked, her head angled up so she could look at me. In beast mode, she was so much smaller.

  “Angh,” I said, lifting her up with the one hand on her ass, my one leg inserted between hers so we were almost eye level. I felt the heat of her pussy on my thigh.

  “I’m Kira.”

  Her name was simple. Straightforward. Feminine. It suited. Kira. My mate’s name was Kira. I blinked, holding her gaze, waiting for her to adjust to the presence of not the Atlan warrior, but my beast. For her eyes to shift from hungry and eager to fearful. Repulsed. I waited for her to push against me, to force me to put her down so she could run, scream. I anticipated the one word that would condemn me—no.

  And yet, as the seconds ticked by, I didn’t see any of that. She was panting. Her eyes became darker, like the wildest of storms over my home planet. Her cheeks flushed a glorious pink—the color I imagined her pussy to be. I took in every detail. Growled when her tongue flicked out and she licked her full lips.

  “So, this is beast mode?”

  Her gaze roamed over me with blatant appreciation, lingered on my bare chest. My neck. My lips. “I’ve heard about it. Read about it. God. It’s—you’re—wow.” She smiled, her first smile, and everything within me stilled. My balls ached, my cock dripped the pre-cum that could no longer be contained. I was hers. Just like that, she owned me.

  “Want you.”

  Two words. It was all I could manage, and on a growl. My room was on the other side of the base, two floors and a half mile of long hallways away. It might as well have been on another planet. I’d never make it. Not now. Impossible. I wasn’t sure if it was even possible to walk with my cock this hard, the way it continued to thicken and swell down my inner thigh.

  “Here?”

  “Now.” I shifted my leg, pressed my thigh against where I knew her clit was hidden by her uniform. She gasped, her head tilted back against the wall as she moved in sync with me, her hips gyrating and humping my leg, taking her pleasure as she wanted.

  I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

  “Okay. Now. God, you’re hot. So hot. Yes. I want you.” She lifted her legs, wrapped them around my hips, then froze. I held still, a predator, waiting, my cock now perfectly aligned to slip into her pussy, if only our clothes weren’t in the way. Her whispered confession was ragged, as if she was having trouble breathing. “I don’t normally do this. God, I don’t know what the hell is happening to me. I—”

  I cut her off with a kiss.

  Our first kiss.

  Our last first kiss.

  The taste of her consumed me. I devoured her, my tongue driving deeply to savor her sweetness, to swallow her moan of satisfaction. She was exquisite. Unique. Submissive. I demanded and she gave. I hungered and she let me drown in her, melting into my arms. She kissed me back, keeping nothing of herself. She demanded as much as she gave, hungered like I did.

  It was heaven. A heaven I thought I’d never sample.

  Her nipples were hard peaks beneath her uniform. The wet heat of her drifted up to me, the beast scented her arousal and I released the clasp on the side of her pants, pulled them down to the tops of her thighs after she loosened her legs’ tight hold about my waist to help me do so, just enough to give me the access I wanted.

  Needed.

  “Oh my god, yes.” She curved her body, bringing her knees up toward her chest to give me access to her core. Her pants were bunched and stretched tightly across her thighs, but her pussy was right there. Open. The punch of her scent hit me with more strength than anything I’d ever felt in the pit.

  I slipped a finger through her soft folds. Pushed inside.

  She was perfect. Hot. Dripping wet. Ready. She gasped at the intrusion, writhed, clenched her inner walls as if to pull me in deeper. As if she wanted more.

  “Kira.” The beast growled her name as I held her wrists and freed my cock, my fingers slick with her desire.

  “Angh.” She arched her back, pushing toward me, demanding I fill her. Fuck her.

  I’d never seen anything like her. Had no idea a female so desirable existed. I could deny her nothing.

  Lining up my cock, I pressed forward gently. I was so much bigger than she was. In beast mode, my cock was going to stretch her wide, fill her deep. I didn’t want to hurt her.

  Her pussy clamped down on the head of my cock like a fist and she thrashed, tugging at my hold on her wrists. I froze, afraid I was hurting her. I’d rather die than hurt her.

  Her eyes opened, met mine. “So good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  Trembling now, I pushed my hips forward, stretching her. Filling her. She was so hot. So tight. So wet. Her inner walls rippled in response to being opened so wide, adjusted to a beast’s cock. The beast shuddered at the feel, calm. Content to focus on our mate. To fuck her. Fill her with our seed. Mark her. Claim her. “Mine.”

  “Angh.” Her head was back, her eyes closed. Her lips glistened from my kiss.

  I needed more.

  Bending low, I kissed her again as I drove my cock deep and stayed there, up against her womb where I would plant my seed and my claim. I held her there with a hand at the base of her spine, supported her weight so she didn’t have to. I didn’t want her to do anything but feel. I lifted her onto my cock, grinding her small body against me as I fucked her with both cock and tongue. I was inside her. Fucking her. Tasting her. The wet sounds of our joining filled the hallway, our ragged pants the only other sound.

  Mine.

  I pulled back, thrust deep. I swallowed her scream as her pussy pulsed around me, her body giving me what I demanded. Surrender.

  She came within a minute, bucking and arching in my arms like a wild thing. She didn’t hold bac
k. Didn’t hide her pleasure. The sight of her was incredible, the look of bliss, of pure pleasure on her face made my beast preen, my cock pulse, my balls draw up. And knowing I’d brought her to the edge and over, that she was mine, pushed me to the razor’s edge.

  The tight fist of her pussy on my cock forced me over and I lifted my head with a roar as my seed pumped into her. Half the base heard me, but I didn’t give a shit. She was mine, and I was proud for everyone to know my mate was so perfect she gave me the most exquisite of pleasure.

  For long seconds I held her, my cock buried deep, still hard. Seed still spurting from me. It was as if I’d stored it all up, saving it all for her, for her womb.

  I expected the beast to fade, but he remained. Demanding. Needy. He wasn’t done. A quick fuck wasn’t all the beast needed. He wanted our mating cuffs on her wrists. On ours.

  I lowered my forehead to hers and fought for words.

  “More.”

  She laughed, the sound filled with happiness. Nodded. “Does it have to be in the hallway?”

  I growled and pulled out of her wet heat, my cock not at all happy about it as I lowered her to her feet, tucked it back into my pants. I stepped back just enough so she could straighten her clothing and my beast didn’t like seeing her covered up again. But knowing my seed was deep inside her, slipping out of her as our scents mingled was enough. For now.

  “Naked.”

  Fuck. She was really going to think I was a crude animal. But the beast was in control now, and he was raw. There would be no controlling him until I was hers. Completely. Officially. I needed the mating cuffs on my wrists, needed the visual reminder that I belonged to her now. Needed the stinging pain of separation they caused to help me control the beast. We both needed the reminder that I had someone to protect, to love, to serve. Beast and man both needed a reason to keep on fighting.

  Kira held out her hand to me, exactly as I had done to her outside, in the arena. She was ruffled now, looked well fucked. A sweaty brow, her pale hair was damp from our exertions, her cheeks flushed, her lips red and swollen, all blatant signs of my claim.

  I didn’t take her hand. Instead, I lifted her into my arms once again and carried her away.

  Chapter Three

  Kira, The Colony, Angh’s quarters

  “You’re awake,” Angh said, his sleepy voice a rough murmur close to my ear. We were spooned in his big bed, my head resting on his thick biceps, his other arm over my waist and cupping my bare breast. I felt every hard inch of him against my back, even his legs, as they were bent and nestled to the full length of mine.

  I smiled into the dark room. “So are you.” I wiggled my hips against the thick hardness growing, thickening, prodding at my back.

  He grunted, shifting, and pressed his hips forward so his cock slid along the seam of my bottom, between my legs, spreading my swollen pussy lips open from behind as he coated himself in the instant flood of welcoming heat. Just that fast, I was wet. Hot. Ready.

  “Again?” I asked, licking my lips. My pussy was a little sore. How could it not be? An Atlan’s cock was huge—bigger than any images of a porn star I’d ever seen on Earth—and that wasn’t even in beast mode. Then…god. Just the memory brought me closer to orgasm.

  That was why, when he’d carried me back to his room, he’d taken me to his shower—an oversized one, I assumed to accommodate his beast—and cleaned every inch of me, then dropped to his knees and made me come with his mouth. To say Angh wielded his tongue with as much precision as his huge cock was an understatement.

  And to say he was voracious? The three orgasms he gave me beneath the hot spray before my legs gave out was proof of that.

  “My cock will never go down. Not with you nearby, with the taste of you on my tongue, the hot feel of your pussy all over my cock, your scent in my lungs.”

  He was quite the caveman, and I loved it. This wasn’t just a wild night of fucking. The connection was something I couldn’t describe. Lying here, snoozing in his embrace felt comfortable, right. Perfect. It wasn’t awkward. I wasn’t worried that I’d made a stupid mistake or wondering how I could slip out without waking him. There would be no walk of shame. I didn’t regret a single moment of the time we’d spent together. And I loved knowing I aroused him, that his cock wouldn’t go down with me nearby.

  It was heady and made me feel powerful. Me, all five feet plus of me, could bring an Atlan beast to his knees. I had done just that, in the shower.

  I giggled. Until he lifted my leg up over his thigh and slid into me from behind.

  “Angh…” I turned my head into his bicep, bit gently as he filled me, stretched me. His scent surrounded me and I was so tender, so sensitive, that when his hand moved from my nipple, roamed over my stomach and down to my clit, my pussy was in spasm, my orgasm rolling through me before he had completed the journey.

  He stroked me twice. Three times. Until I was shaking and boneless, content to let him have his way with me. Again.

  Angh shifted, pulling out despite my moan of protest. He rolled me so I was on my back and he was up on his elbow, looking down at me. “Lights, ten percent,” he said aloud, the room’s comm unit responding by adding a hint of brightness to the wall sconces.

  His dark eyes met mine. Held. I’d never had a man look at me with such intensity, such focus and need before. He wanted me.

  This was crazy. Insane. I couldn’t have him. Well, I could have him now. In his room, his bed—hell, his shower—but that was it. I could savor a huge cock while I was still here on The Colony. Get a stockpile of orgasms to hold me for a long time. When I’d told Melody I didn’t want a mate, it was the truth. I hadn’t been looking for one, hadn’t even considered the possibility.

  I was an instructor. I could be mated and keep that job. There was no issue at the Coalition Academy with that; if there was one, they wouldn’t have many instructors. Vikens and especially Everians couldn’t be apart from a mate. Prillons had the collars that kept them connected. No one wanted to deal with a pissed-off Prillon warrior. And an unmated Atlan beast with enough experience to keep the young, aggressive males in line? No freaking way.

  But working for the I.C. was another matter. Having a mate was dangerous. Not only could the enemy use the connection, the bond with another person, as a weakness, but the mortality rate was high. Hell, it was high for all fighters, but the missions I went on were dangerous. If we didn’t succeed, we didn’t come home. Behind enemy lines and usually classified, the missions we went on didn’t even exist in any Coalition files. No records were kept. We were as black as black ops got.

  My job didn’t exist.

  “You are beautiful, Kira,” Angh said, his hand stroking over my hair, his thumb sliding along my cheek with each pass. “Beautiful and brave and perfect.”

  Wow. That was a lot. I frowned and he smoothed away the wrinkle. “So are you,” I replied, stating the obvious. He was beautiful. All male perfection.

  “No, mate. I want you. The real you. I need to know everything about you.”

  I licked my lips at that, having no idea how to reply. There was a lot I couldn’t tell him. Like half of my life.

  “My beast is pleased with you.”

  I smiled then, not used to being with a man who had an internal…animal that controlled him, at least in more heated moments. Seeing Angh now, the beast had receded and he was normal sized, in other words, huge. But he could say more than one word at a time. Could do more than grunt.

  “I’m glad,” I replied. “I’m pleased with your beast, too. Especially that thing he did—”

  Angh silenced me with a kiss. Not a simple peck, but an all-out assault. I gasped and he took the opportunity for his tongue to find mine. He licked, stroked, ravaged. He didn’t let up, didn’t relent on his excellent kissing until my mind went hazy, my body went pliant and my pussy ached for his cock. Again. I couldn’t get enough.

  Only then did he lift his head. He leaned back, reached, but I couldn’t see for what. His
broad chest blocked everything. I shivered when he set four metal cuffs on my chest, right there in the dip between my breasts. They clanked as they bumped. I watched them rise and fall with my breathing, my nipples hardened with their coolness.

  He lifted one, put it on his wrist. Like Wonder Woman bracelets, but silver-toned, they were several inches wide. Engraved into them was a pattern of swirls and designs that looked custom. Handmade.

  “My beast sees your lush curves, wants you again.”

  “Have me,” I begged.

  His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared as he studied me. “You know how big I am, how tight the fit in your snug pussy. You didn’t even take all of my beast cock.”

  That I hadn’t known. I’d been too lost in my need and I felt full. How could there possibly be more?

  “I will have you again, mate, but I must control my beast, or he will take you. Fill you again. You would not be able to walk tomorrow.”

  I thought of how I’d look hobbling to transport in a few hours. It would be the worst walk of shame imaginable, being bowlegged and sore from a wild night of fucking a beast cock. It was one thing to have all of the cadets know that I had a wild night with an Atlan—I was sure one or two of them had probably found an eager fighter for a night of fun themselves—but to wince when I walked would be too much. I’d never live it down, not as the instructor for the mission. There were lines the instructors, serving as role models and leaders, were not allowed to cross, and showing up bow-legged and sore was definitely way over that line.

  “The cuffs will control your beast?” I asked. I knew of them, had seen them on the Atlan instructors at the Academy, but I didn’t spend time in their area. The beasts pretty much kept to themselves. They voted for their own commanders and formed their own fighting units. We shared space at the training grounds on Zioria, but that was all. And I did not go on missions for the I.C. with any Atlans. They were widely considered to be too unstable, too unpredictable. Wild.

  Surprise, surprise, I really liked wild.