Cyborg Fever

by Grace Goodwin

  “They do. I hope the nap was enough, for I will now be able to fuck you all night. Be prepared, female, to be filled with my cock until dawn.”

  My eyes flared at his dirty words, but I realized they weren’t just talk, they were a promise. With ease, he shifted me to my side once again and settled back behind me. The three remaining cuffs slid to the bed in front of me.

  He bent my knees and pushed my thighs up toward my chest, my pussy wet and on display. Angh settled his hips between my thighs and opened me up, the head of his cock brushing over my slick folds, settling at my entrance.

  I gasped at the feel of him as he pressed in, just so the broad crown breached me, settled just inside. I clenched about him, trying to pull him deeper, but he held himself still. Grabbing the large cuff, he wrapped it about his other wrist, clicked it in place. He nudged in a touch further and my back came up off the bed, the smaller cuffs falling onto the warm sheets next to me. Forgotten.

  “Angh,” I gasped, shifting and trying to take more of him.

  “Your cuffs, Kira, are there, waiting for you.”

  “Mine?” I asked, breathless. My thoughts were on the tip of his cock and nothing else. I had no idea there were so many delicious nerve endings just inside of me, that having a big—no, huge—cock in me made them all come to life. I wanted more. Needed it.

  “I cannot put them on your wrists. You must lock them in place. My beast desires to see them on your body, but you must consent, must choose willingly. Blatantly and without coercion.”

  I pushed the two cuffs out of the way and wiggled away from him. He let me go—no way would I be able to move if he wanted me to remain—and I got up onto my knees so I looked down at him.

  “Coercion? Coercion is sticking your hard cock in my pussy and denying me all of you, refusing to go deeper. I need you to fuck me.” Gripping his shoulders, I directed him where I wanted him, on his back. Thank God he let me have my way, because he was a giant and there was no way I could force him to move a single hair on his head unless he wanted to move it. Apparently, he was content to let me have my way. For now.

  In fact, his eyes widened and he grinned.

  “You are feisty,” he said, settling onto his back and putting an arm behind his head. He looked so casual, so relaxed, even with his cock jutting toward the ceiling, the broad head of it glistening from being inside me. His gaze roved over me, slow and full of appreciation, stopping at my breasts and then stalling entirely at the juncture of my thighs. It seemed his beast was soothed because he wasn’t jumping me. Like this, Angh was completely different. Calm, perhaps even a touch playful.

  I smiled. “I am an Academy instructor, which means I do like to be in charge.”

  He huffed out a small laugh, reached up and stroked his knuckles over my nipple, watched it as it went hard. “You want to be in charge of your beast?” he asked.

  Yeah, he was definitely playful. It was my turn to look my fill. From the dark hair that was loose and wild on his head to his wicked smile, broad shoulders, smattering of dark hair on his chest that tapered to his navel. And there, his abs, rippled and spectacular. And speaking of spectacular, the massive cock between his legs, the large, virile balls beneath. It was hard not to stop there, but his thighs were massive, bigger perhaps than my waist. Well-muscled, solid. Sturdy. Even his feet were hot and I had no trace of a foot fetish.

  “Yes, I do,” I said, licking my lips. “I want you.” The question was, where to start?

  “Very well. Do as you wish.”

  I flicked my gaze up to his, saw that he was serious. Oh, this was going to be fun. Could Angh and his beast remain still as I had my way with him? Teased him? Sucked him off? Played and tasted and rode him like I wanted to? He was bigger, heavier and could dominate me if he wished—and he had earlier. But now, he intended to remain still and let me take control.

  I felt wicked and powerful as I wondered how long he would hold out. I intended to find out. Leaning forward, I gave him a quick, gentle kiss. Keeping my eyes open as I did so, we watched each other and I savored the less frantic look on his face. The Atlan was in charge now, Angh, and I liked him. So much.

  “You’ll stay still?”

  “Yes.”

  “No matter what?” I countered.

  “No matter what.”

  I shifted on my knees, moved closer to his hips. “We’ll see about that,” I said, just before I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth.

  He jolted as if electrocuted. I gasped, realizing there was absolutely no way I could take all of him in my mouth. If it wasn’t going to all cram into my pussy, it wasn’t fitting my throat. I had a gag reflex and I’d never deep throated anyone before. So I put my hands on the base of his cock, stacking them one on top of the other and worked him with fists and mouth at the same time.

  He was warm and his skin was so smooth, but the hard feel of his need beneath, the way he swelled and grew as I licked and sucked was heady, and no pun intended. Pre-cum coated my tongue as he tensed and growled, bucked and did everything he could not to touch me. I reveled in his flavor, the tangy essence of him.

  “Mate, you are going to be the death of me, and I am going to enjoy it immensely.”

  Hollowing my cheeks, I gave him one last suck before lifting my head, licking my lips.

  “Are you wet and ready for my cock?” he asked.

  I shifted back up toward his head, studied him. This had been a wild night so far. I’d pushed my inhibitions to the side and it had been reckless and wonderful. I had no reason to stop now. Putting my hands on his chest, I carefully tossed a leg over so I straddled his upper torso. We’d bathed, and I felt bold. Wild. I’d never asked a man to feast on my pussy, but he wasn’t a man. He was an Atlan. A beast. He seemed more primal, somehow. Primitive and rough and my inhibitions were nowhere to be found. I wanted him sucking on me. Fucking me with his mouth and fingers and tongue. I wanted to kiss him and taste my need on his lips.

  He frowned, looking up at me. His hands were still behind his head, but I could see the silver of his cuffs and was grateful that they helped him control himself so that I could have this moment.

  Sweat dotted his brow and his jaw was tense. Dark eyes filled with lust. Nostrils flared. His chest was heaving beneath me and I would have sworn his hands were trembling. He was holding back, just for me, and the knowledge made me feel powerful and wicked. So hot. Wet and ready? That felt like a week ago. Now I was desperate.

  “I don’t know,” I said, answering his question. “Why don’t you find out for me?”

  I slid off his torso so I was straddling his face, hovering directly above him, my pussy inches from his lips and my knees landing where his arms had been, forcing him to move them out of my way. I was on a mission.

  His hands came around, cupped my bottom as he groaned. “Mate, right here. This is where I want to die.”

  I didn’t have any time to think, for he pulled me down and ate me. There was no other word for it. His mouth was voracious, his tongue skilled. I planted my hands on the wall, for there was nothing else I could do.

  “So much for being in control,” I murmured, just before I cried out his name.

  His response to taking over was a flat-tongued lick and a deep, beast growl of pleasure. He worked me until I came, his tongue thrusting deeply as my pussy went into uncontrollable spasms.

  When I could move, I moved down his body and grabbed his hard length, placed him where I needed him, and took him deep as he arched up off the bed. I slid up and down, my hand so small on his chest it was comical to think I could hold him down. But I did. He stayed still, as he’d promised, and let me take my fill.

  “Don’t move, Warlord. You’re mine right now.”

  “I am yours.” He thrust upward, his hips rising to meet me and I gasped at the extra pressure on my womb, the way his body bumped my clit. I rode him until I came again and collapsed against his chest, his cock still buried deep.

  “I can’t take anymore.
It’s too much.”

  Angh just laughed and rolled both of us over, his cock stroking in and out of my body with a slow, lazy rhythm that had me moaning and clutching at his shoulders. His hair. I wrapped my legs around his hips and tilted my body to take him deeper. Begged him to go faster.

  He refused, building me into a frantic mess, never adjusting his pace, holding my hips trapped to the bed when I tried to force the pace.

  His dominance was my undoing, the unyielding hold of his hands on my hips as he fucked me drove me out of my mind. My body exploded. My brain turned to mush. There was no more Kira, there was only him.

  He fucked me as I came, his cock stroking over my pulsing core. Dragging out the orgasm, stretching my inner muscles, moving inside me. Relentless. Disciplined. Controlled.

  My body was shaking, a hot mess. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel the hard slide of him filling me up over and over. Stretching me wide. Making me his. And the fire built again. He knew when I gave in, when I let the rush wash over me and the orgasm started to build. And build.

  “Angh!” I was begging. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to go fast or slow. Hard or gentle. I didn’t know what I needed. I just…needed.

  His lips settled over my ear, his voice a deep rumble that made my pussy clench down on his cock like a fist. “You’re mine, Kira. Mine.”

  The simple declaration pushed me over the edge and he hovered, watching me like I was the only thing in the universe that existed. When I opened my eyes, our gazes locked and the heat, the possession I saw in his eyes, made me feel more vulnerable than I’d ever felt in my life. And still, he moved. Filled me. Made me whimper and say his name. Over and over.

  It was going to be a long night.

  I just had to make sure I was on that transport pad at dawn. I had to go back to the Coalition Academy on time. If I missed my transport window, it would be at least two days before I could get approval for another of that distance, and I had a mission briefing thirty minutes after our scheduled return. I had to go. Someone’s life depended on it. And a two-day delay would be the ultimate walk of shame. Sorry, Vice Admiral, I couldn’t go on the mission because I was too busy fucking a beast.

  Not happening. But based on the way Angh possessed my pussy, I doubted he would let me out of his bed any time soon. It would be time to leave soon enough, but not yet. Not now. Now was for me. And him. For this.

  I pulled his head down, way down, for a kiss and let him fuck me. Fill me. Let myself feel like I wasn’t alone in the big, bad universe. Like someone cared.

  No, I was not in a hurry to leave him. Not yet. I stopped worrying about tomorrow and gave myself over to the Atlan and his beast.

  Morning was so, so far away.

  Chapter Four

  Warlord Anghar, The Colony, Governor Maxim Rone’s Office

  “Demand they return at once,” I snapped, my voice like the boom of a cannon.

  I paced the Governor’s office, a tough Prillon bastard named Ryston stood just inside the door. He had microscopic Hive enhancements woven through every major muscle group in his body. The implants made him nearly as strong as a beast in full frenzy. He was the governor’s second, and together, they were mated to Rachel, who Ryston had forced to sit due to her advanced pregnancy. The copper colored collars around all three of their necks made my beast furious. It was a sign of their connection, their fucking bond that was only shared by mates. I felt the weight of the cuffs on my wrists, but they meant nothing since their match was attached to my belt, and not on Kira.

  Thank the gods, the cuffs, and the scent of her on my skin, were holding the beast at bay. For now. The stinging pain from the cuffs a constant reminder that she was mine.

  Kira was mine. My mate. My beast knew the truth and so did I. I had no idea why she had left me while I slept, but I would find out. Demand answers. And then fuck her until she knew exactly who she belonged to and never doubted again.

  Maxim was in my fucking way. His mate was safe and happy, sitting beside him with his collar around her neck and his child growing large in her womb. Judging by the sympathy directed at me in Rachel’s dark eyes, this conversation was going nowhere good.

  Besides the three of them in the room, there was also the silver-eyed human, Lieutenant Washington. Denzel. He was dark skinned, like a Prillon warrior, but his eyes were unnerving. Solid metallic and shiny. And he had the strength of a warrior five times his size thanks to the rest of the Hive implants in his body. I ignored him and he remained quiet and watchful.

  “The transport window to Zioria is closed for another thirty-six hours. We’ve been over this, Angh,” the governor reminded me. “I realize you want to go after your mate, but I can’t move planets for you.”

  “Tell that to my beast.” The beast was raging. I was holding on by a thread, and the copper skinned Prillon knew it.

  So did his mate.

  Rachel stood, albeit clumsily with her huge belly, and walked toward me. She was lovely, smaller than my Kira, with dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. Behind me, the golden Prillon, Ryston, bristled, but she held up her hand and waved him down. I would never hurt her. Not if I was in control. But if he touched me, or tried to take me down, that control might just snap. Maybe that was why Denzel was here, making three warriors who might try to control me if need be.

  My beast all but laughed. As if.

  The tiny hand she placed on my forearm was meant to soothe, but her touch irritated instead. She wasn’t mine. Wasn’t Kira.

  “I’m sorry, Angh. She probably didn’t know what the cuffs meant. They don’t exactly explain anything to us Earth girls before we’re processed and transported to our mates.”

  “She’s not an Interstellar Bride, Lady Rone,” I clarified. “She’s an instructor at the Coalition Academy. I need to go after her. I need answers.”

  Kira’s much smaller mating cuffs hung from a small hook attached to my armor. I couldn’t bear to look at them, her rejection hurt too much. The fact that she’d left me, sneaked out of my bed in the darkest hours before dawn and left the fucking planet was proof of that rejection. Proof also of how replete and sated I had been, how relaxed my beast had been in her presence, to sleep through her departure. I barely slept, ever, because of the buzzing in my skull, but the one fucking time I had, she’d slipped away.

  Yes, the transport for the group from the Academy had been scheduled and she was the group’s leader, but she didn’t have to escort them. They weren’t children she was shepherding back to a kinder program. These were adults from all over the galaxy who didn’t need my mate to fucking hold their hands.

  What was a job when it came to mates? I’d heard of Everians abandoning everything when their mark awakened. Hell, I’d finished the Prillon in the pit with one punch solely because I saw Kira, knew she’d be mine and couldn’t wait another second to have her.

  If she’d wanted me, she’d have stayed. If she’d wanted me, she’d have put on the mating cuffs. Was Rachel right? Had she really not known what they meant? What sneaking out would do to me? Had an Earth woman, one intelligent and brave enough to have the prestigious job of Academy instructor, not known?

  Yet somehow, I clung to hope, to Lady Rone’s words like they were a lifeline, because the alternative was too terrible to endure.

  My mate didn’t want me. She’d just wanted my cock.

  I’d pleasured her well. Fucked her quick and hard in a damned hallway; how had she not known from that exactly how desperate I was for her? After that, when my beast had been initially sated, I’d feasted on her pussy. Made her scream and beg and milk my cock all night. She’d been well satisfied. Well-fucked. Filled with seed.

  Claimed.

  I’d vowed to be hers, said the words and placed the mating cuffs on my wrists to prove it. I had bathed and fed her, cared for her in every way I could in such a short time. I had done everything to ensure her pleasure, to impress her. I’d shown her my beast and bested the Prillon in the pit.
I should have been worthy.

  It seemed, I wasn’t.

  I was contaminated. Perhaps I had been correct all along. The Colony was no place for worthy females. What if she had been processed as an Interstellar Bride and matched to someone else? A truly worthy warrior. Someone who was whole and could offer her a better life, one not on the distant and barren Colony.

  Perhaps that was the reason she had not placed them on her wrists. Had she known she was matched to another?

  The thought made my beast rage and I stepped back, away from Rachel, her innocent touch a trigger I did not need, not when my mate was gone and because of it, the Mating Fever was now upon me.

  With a sigh, Rachel stepped back and Ryston walked to her quickly, pulling her away from me, behind me. I knew he wrapped her in his arms where they both watched as I confronted the Governor with my plans.

  I focused my attention on the only person who could approve my trip. The only one who kept me from my mate. I narrowed my eyes, bit out the words, “I’m going after her.”

  “You’re in Mating Fever.” The cold, calculating accusation came from behind me, not from Ryston, but from the human, Denzel. I turned my head slowly, his cold, silver eyes unnerving no matter how many times I’d seen him. They reminded me of the Hive Integration Unit who had tortured me, altered my body, put this thing inside my head that buzzed, even now. I was never without the reminder that they had broken me.

  There was no sympathy in Denzel’s tone, and no room for lies.

  “Yes.” I nodded, although they didn’t need my agreement to know the truth. “I was holding the fever at bay before. But having her here triggered it.”

  He nodded and looked at the governor. “I’ll go with him to the Academy on Zioria. Help him find her.”

  “And what if she doesn’t want to come back with you?” the governor asked.

  I growled, the deep rumble filling the silence. “Then I don’t come back.” I shrugged, the answer no longer painful. I was ready to die. I’d been ready for a long time. Captain Mills, a fellow fighter and a ReCon team leader I’d worked with pre-Hive integration, had saved me even when I’d begged for him to finish me. I’d been ruined then and I was ruined now. There was no room left for fear, not for myself. But for Kira?