Seeking Vector (Cyborg Sizzle Book 10)

by Cynthia Sax

  Vector had no rival. He was the sole recipient of her desires, his possessiveness and passion arousing her.

  When he had faced his opponent, he had been all savage male, shedding his rigidly restrained warship captain persona to battle for his female, holding nothing back.

  After almost half a lifespan spent alone, having no one to care for her, to protect her, his response had affected Kasia, binding her emotionally closer to him.

  Vector walked with her. She was tall, with lithe compact muscles, and she wasn’t light. The arm definition she’d developed from lifting herself into air vents attested to that. Yet her cyborg carried her as though she weighed nothing.

  He pressed her form against a wall, freeing his hands. His big rough palms slid along her legs and she trembled.

  “I have you.” His eyes glowed, lit by energy and desire. “You won’t fall.”

  “I know.” That truth was why she was quivering. He had her. He’d never let her go. “I need you inside me.”

  “Patience.” Vector mouthed over her chin. She tilted her head back to give him access to her neck. He dragged his lips over her skin, spreading nanocybotics across her body, sending tremors down her spine.

  “I have been patient.” She arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest, seeking more contact with him. “You haven’t fucked me this planet rotation.”

  “I’m teaching you control.” Vector licked along her collarbone, a spot that, before she met him, she hadn’t known was responsive to touch.

  With him, she felt more, lived more. She was a female of action, had saved millions of warriors, caring for one above all others.

  Her captain, her male.

  “You’re torturing me and you’re also torturing yourself.” Kasia grasped Vector’s shoulders and swiveled her hips, brushing against him, her pussy wet, her body humming with pleasure. “You have control enough for both of us.”

  “I don’t have control around you.” He nibbled on the upper swell of her breasts with lip-covered teeth, each pinch titillating her. “I revert to my more primitive programming.”

  “I love that.” She’d seen that programming and it was magnificent. As was his erotic assault on her, the pressure against her clit exquisite.

  “You would love that.” Vector lowered her until his cock nestled between her feminine folds.

  Fuck. Kasia moaned. He throbbed, every pulse along his shaft palpable, stimulating her.

  “You know no caution.” Her warrior rocked against her, gliding his cock over her flesh. She moved with him, slicking his shaft. “You need me to take you in hand.”

  “Yes.” Her voice was husky. “Take me in hand. I need your palms on my skin.” His handprints lingered on her ass, a burning brand of ownership she reveled in.

  “I can’t stop touching you.” He stroked her pussy with his cock and her legs with his fingers. “You’re decadently soft, so very female.”

  Her reflection in his brilliant blue eyes was divinely feminine. Kasia undulated, her lips parting, her face flushed. She was desirable, wanted.

  They fucked without entry, teasing, taunting each other. The world outside the chamber ceased to exist for her. There was only Vector, her powerful C Model cyborg. His gray skin shone, polished by her curves. His face grew more stark. His muscles rippled.

  And his cock. Stars. Call her shallow but it was glorious, long and thick. She rode his shaft, each bump against his rim making her shudder with joy.

  Passion wrapped around her tighter and tighter, pushing the air from her lungs. Sweat beaded on her skin, slid down her spine. Her arousal became unbearably acute.

  “Vector.” She pleaded. He was half machine. Kasia suspected he could dry hump like this forever. Being wholly human, she wouldn’t last that long. “I can’t.”

  “I know you can’t.” His deep voice enthralled her. “And I wouldn’t ask that of you, my wild, reckless female. Fly for me. Now.”

  He tapped his tip against her clit. Nanocybotics bubbled over that bundle of nerves and ecstasy exploded inside Kasia, freeing every part of her.

  She screamed, clinging to her cyborg, digging her fingernails into his broad shoulders. Her inner walls clenched around nothing. The chamber spun. Currents of bliss flowed over her.

  “Yes, hold on to me.” Vector caressed her legs as she shook, soothing her. “I’ll keep you safe as you soar.” His gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes bright, his lips curled slightly upward.

  The male was smug and he had a right to be. He’d shattered her. Kasia allowed her head to fall forward, resting against him. “You can’t protect me from this pleasure.”

  His chest shook. He was laughing at her. “You’ll survive.”

  She closed her eyes, concentrating on the warmth of his breath on her neck, the sweep of his hands against her skin. Her legs remained wrapped around him. She wasn’t touching the floor, and that, combined with her lightheadedness, gave her the illusion of floating.

  His muscular arms, his boots planted firmly on the surface, his strength and steadfastness allowed her to be airborne. She nuzzled against his chest.

  He rumbled. “Female.”

  “My name is Kasia,” she murmured. He rarely called her that.

  “You chose to withhold your name from me for forty-four planet rotations.” Her control-seeking warrior remained miffed about that omission. She heard that in his voice. “I think of you as female, my female.” His dominance aroused her. “Look at me.”

  She obeyed him, lifting her head, meeting his gaze. Her breath caught. Pure unfettered desire burned in his eyes. Her cyborg wanted her, was losing his war against his need.

  “Do you require a lesson on control, warrior?” she murmured, her voice husky.

  “Do you require a hand applied to your backside?” Vector countered.

  Her nipples tightened even more. “Hmmm…”

  “You know no caution.” He lowered her, aligning himself. “Spread your legs.”

  She opened herself to him, bracing herself for a hard, fast fucking. He’d pleased her. It was his turn to take release.

  Her male, however, had different plans. He skimmed his tip over her pussy lips, circled her entrance, brushed against her clit. Every movement was leisurely, intentional.

  Kasia chased the sensation, mirrored him with her hips.

  Her breathing matched his. Yearnings she thought sated reemerged.

  “Vector.” She clutched his arms, his biceps firm under her grip. “What are you doing to me?”

  “I’m demonstrating my restraint.” His eyes glittered.

  “You’ve proved it.” She wiggled, brushing her ass against the wall panel. “You have restraint. Too much of it.”

  “You have too little of it.” He continued his assault on her senses. “I’ll teach you to control yourself.”

  Stars. She adored his method of teaching, would willingly be his protégé forever.

  And it might take her that long to grasp the concept. Control wasn’t her strength, even in fucking. Kasia wanted to take him, to wrest the lead from him, to ride her cyborg until they both came.

  She would have done so if he’d allowed it.

  But he didn’t accede to her unspoken demands. Her warship captain was in charge of their encounter, handling her with a firm hand, with a thrilling mastery, pushing her to her limits.

  Blackness swirled around her vision, threatening to drag her under.

  “I’m human.” She warned her warrior. “There’s only so much teaching I can tolerate before passing out.”

  “You’re strong.” Vector must not have wanted to test that strength. He pushed into her, his girth stretching her to the point of pain.

  Kasia grimaced. She’d accommodated him once. She could accommodate him again. But, fuck, it was a challenge. Her fingernails pieced his shoulders as she relayed some of her discomfort to her large male.

  He surged forward, reshaping her body with his cock. She was full, so very full, and connected to anoth
er being in a way she’d only experienced with him.

  Vector’s base pressed against her and he paused. Their gazes locked. “I’m never letting you go.” That gruff declaration made her pussy drip.

  “Because I’m your captive?” She loosened around him and he sank deeper.

  “You’re more than that.” He withdrew. “Much more.” He thrust and she gasped, feeling the contact to her toes.

  “Is that all you have?” Kasia pushed him.

  Vector growled, driving into her harder and harder. She kicked her heels against his clenched ass cheeks, asking for more, more, more, seeking to shred his restraint to strips, to set him free, make him fly.

  His eyes blazed. His jaw firmed. He smacked his hips against hers, which, in turn, slapped her ass against the wall, the dual pain increasing her lust for him.

  “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He repeated that word as though it were the only one he knew, her highly intelligent warrior reduced to monosyllables, reverting to the most primitive part of his programming, propelled by the need to fuck and to fight.

  Kasia’s body ached with wanting. Sweat streamed between her breasts, slicking his chest, the moisture reflecting the lights. She clasped his shoulders, holding on, unable to do anything except take the erotic barrage.

  Vector had lost control, was gripped by his own primal urges, his fierce desires. She saw that in his stark countenance, felt it in the bruising grasp of his hands. His passion fed hers, spiraling it upward.

  “Yes.” She panted, lifting into his thrusts. “Yes.” He fucked her like a wild thing, his pace breathtakingly fast, an unrelenting tempo only a cyborg could maintain. Every thrust of his hips bumped her closer to the edge.

  She didn’t know how long she could resist that tempting void of fulfilment. It beckoned to her, promised her unexplored delights, a freedom she only found with him, with release.

  “Vector.” Sexual strain stretched his name into a battle cry.

  “Female.” He placed hard kisses over her neck and face, branding her with his mouth, as he pounded into her pussy. She was covered with his nanocybotics. They bubbled on her cheeks, fizzed in her fingertips, stimulating her all over.

  “Please.” She writhed against him.

  That action threw his rhythm off. Their bodies collided again and again. “Patience.” His voice was a low rumble. “Patience.” He repeated, as though needing that reminder for himself. Vector humped her more savagely and nipped her chin, once, twice, the slight stings crazing her.

  “Fuck patience.” Kasia wanted to come now. She constricted her pussy around his shaft.

  “Female.” He drove fully into her and arched his back, bellowing his satisfaction into the air, his face harsh, the epitome of maleness. His nanocybotic-infused cum connected with her flesh and her scream joined his call.

  Pleasure, scorchingly intense, battered her again and again. She twisted and turned, fighting him, unable to remain still while her form was under his blissful siege. Vector pushed deeper, flattening her curves, covering her completely with his unyielding frame.

  Kasia tilted her head back and gazed unseeingly at the ceiling. She was trapped by her male, her warrior. Her shattered brain was unable to absorb anything other than the ecstasy he’d given her.

  He filled her until she should have been overflowing yet none of his essence dripped down her inner thighs. She took everything he gave her, hoarding it, hoarding the moments with him.

  Vector leaned against her. “I—I lost all control.” That admission must have been challenging for her restrained cyborg. “Did I damage you?”

  “You didn’t damage me enough.” Her lips quirked upward. “I could have taken more.” She paused, thinking about whether or not that was the truth. “Maybe.”

  “Or maybe not.” His eyes gleamed. “You’re reckless, female.”

  “You like that.” She guessed.

  Vector kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s dangerous. You could rush into a situation you couldn’t survive.”

  Was that what happened to him? Kasia studied him. “You’d save me.”

  “And if I couldn’t save you?” The after-fucking softness vanished from his countenance. “An EMP at the right frequency could have rendered me immobile. What other weaknesses do I have?”

  The possibility he might be vulnerable bothered her warrior. She placed her palms on his chest, trying to soothe him with touch. “We eliminated the EMP weakness. You’re perfect once more.”

  Vector winced. “I’m not perfect.”

  “No one is.” That didn’t trouble Kasia. She liked him as he was. “But I’ll accept your overly cautious ways if you accept my recklessness.”

  Her cyborg frowned. “Being cautious isn’t a fault.”

  “Taking action too slowly can be as big of an error as taking action too quickly.” She stroked his skin. “I can help you with that.”

  “There’s no need to help me with that.” His face darkened. “Being cautious isn’t a fault and that wasn’t what I was referring to when I said I wasn’t perfect.”

  “It should be.” It was the aspect of his personality that most concerned her. “That’s your biggest fault.”

  “That isn’t my biggest fault.” Vector’s voice raised. Her cyborg was losing his temper.

  “But—”

  “I hacked off my feet.” He yelled.

  She blinked once, twice, three times. That was the secret he was hiding? He believed she wouldn’t want him if he was missing parts?

  Anger swirled inside Kasia, outrage mixing with hurt. The warrior she cared for, the male she might love, thought she cared only about his appearance.

  “I was wrong.” She bit off each word, her body stiffening. “Being too cautious isn’t your biggest fault.”

  Pain flashed in his eyes, bright and cuttingly intense. “Yes. It isn’t my biggest fault.” He carried her to the sleeping support, set her down on the surface, his shoulders sagging. “You know that truth now.”

  Vector retreated to the far side of the chamber, putting distance between them. He didn’t look at her, his head bowed.

  Because he thought she was rejecting him.

  “Do you know the truth, warrior?” Kasia glared at him, her chest blazing with righteous fury. “I doubt you do.” She curled her fingers into fists. “Because you’re an idiot.” She slammed her fists against her hips. “That’s your biggest fault.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Vector expected rejection. He expected pity.

  He didn’t expect anger from his little human.

  “I’m an idiot because I allowed myself to be damaged?” He struggled to follow her processing.

  “You’re an idiot because you thought I’d care about your feet.” She rolled her eyes. He’d only allow his female to show him that lack of respect. “You’re a fierce warrior, a skilled captain, a leader other males follow. You make me hot.” She ran her hands over her naked body, cupping her breasts, caressing her stomach, delving between her thighs. “All over.”

  Frag. His mouth dried. He wanted her. Again. Always.

  “You’re tall and broad with muscles that go on forever and that sexy gray skin.” She shivered, her nipples taut, her arousal scenting the air. “I risked my lifespan to meet you based on your voice alone and when I saw you, I knew I had to have you.” Her hands returned to her hips, drawing his gaze there. “I don’t care that you have no feet.”

  “I have feet.” Vector sat on the edge of the sleeping support, the surface dipping under his weight. “But they aren’t mine.”

  He was a pieced together cyborg, an abomination. She’d understand that when she saw the feet attached to him.

  He unfastened his boots, paused, was unable to remove the footwear. No one had ever seen his damage.

  “Are your replacement feet tiny?” His female claimed the spot beside him, lowering her bare ass to the surface. “Is that the issue?” She wiggled, her hip brushing against his, her touch tormenting him. “You had to use the fee
t of a J Model and they’re much smaller.”

  What was she talking about? He turned his head and stared at his female. “No.”

  “Oh.” She sighed, appearing disappointed.

  Because he didn’t have tiny feet, feet belonging to another cyborg model. Vector shook his head. His female’s brain operated with different circuits.

  He slipped his boots off the feet and braced himself for her reaction.

  “They’re shiny.”

  Vector gazed down at the feet attached to him. They were shiny. His skin stopped at his ankle, at the end of him. The feet consisted of the metal frame and internal circuits. “They’re monstrosities.”

  “I must like monstrosities.” Her voice was husky. “Because I think they’re extremely sexy.”

  She found them sexy? He glanced at them and then at her. There was no mocking in her expression. “They’re not mine.”

  “They’re replacement feet.” She said that as though there was nothing wrong with it. “Why did you remove your original feet? Was it due to the insects?”

  His mouth fell open. How had his clever female derived the cause?

  “We were fighting on Furud One. It was a disaster.” The words rushed out of him. “The guns we were given were defective. We had to use them as clubs. The Humanoid Alliance didn’t relay enough information about the terrain, about the enemy. We eliminated our assigned targets but we lost eighty percent of our warriors.”

  They had walked into traps, were ambushed again and again. His brethren, his friends, had been killed by attacks that could have been anticipated if they’d had more details.

  The Humanoid Alliance had that information but hadn’t shared it. Cyborgs couldn’t request it, not without revealing they had free will. Machines didn’t question their manufacturers.

  So they had no choice. They had to march into battle without that preparation, knowing many of them would die.

  Kasia twined her left arm around Vector’s right and rested her head on his shoulder. “If I had been there, I would have shared the information.”

  He was glad she hadn’t been there. Her data sharing would have put his female at risk. “After the battle, we could have returned to our ships using terrain we’d already navigated. We opted to take a shortcut.”