Seeking Vector (Cyborg Sizzle Book 10)

by Cynthia Sax

  Fraggin’ hole. Vector shook, need ravaging his willpower. The Humanoid Alliance couldn’t break him but his female would.

  “I’m wet for you, warrior.” She lifted her hips.

  “I know.” He inhaled her arousal with every breath, the scent straining his systems.

  “I’m now thinking about where I prefer to take you first. In my mouth.” She smacked her lips. “Or in my pussy. I love the way you fill me, the way you drive into me, the weight of you on top of me.” She wiggled her ass, her skin brushing against the surface of the sleeping support. “I’m already open to you.” She flexed her thigh muscles. “With your cyborg speed, you could be inside me in a heartbeat, my heat around you. It would feel so good.”

  It would feel good for both of them. Vector’s balls ached. He’d never experienced anything as wonderful as breeding with his female. She fit him perfectly, was manufactured for him.

  “Female,” he growled, spreading his fingers over her stomach.

  “Why are you waiting to fuck me, Vector?”

  He no longer knew. Whatever lesson he’d been striving to impart was lost in a haze of lust. His processors, his organic brain centered around one thing, one being only.

  His female.

  “We’ve delayed long enough.” Vector decided.

  “Yes.” She jumped to her feet. The motion caused her to bounce on the sleeping support. Her slight curves jiggled.

  “Kasia.” Vector frowned. “What are you do—”

  His reckless female leaped toward him, answering his unfinished question with action. Their bodies smacked together as he caught her, an oomph escaping her parted lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grasped his face, and kissed him hard.

  His chest vibrated with trapped laughter. She was a ball of exuberance and it was impossible to deny her. Vector opened his mouth, allowing his female to ravish him. She thrust her tongue between his teeth, repeated that action again and again, mimicking the breeding motion. What she lacked in finesse, she made up for in enthusiasm, her sensuous attack overcoming all of his defenses.

  Not that he had many fortifications against her. Her rambunctious soul called to his more restrained heart, liberating him.

  Vector cupped her ass, holding her to him, until her movements slowed, and then he wrested control of the embrace back from her, sucking on her tongue, stroking his flesh over hers, forcing them into a maintainable rhythm.

  She clung to his nape, curving her fingers around his neck, and she rubbed her breasts against his chest, taunting him with touch, the combination of yielding curves and tight nipples delectably female. He took two strides to the left, propping her against the wall.

  This freed his hands to explore. Vector ran them over her neck, between her breasts, chasing his fingers with his lips, tasting the salt of her skin, inhaling her sweet scent. He covered her with his nanocybotics and that pleased the primitive, possessive part of him.

  He hadn’t verbally claimed her in his conversations with Power, with the Homeland, but no one would doubt she was his. She had been branded with his lips, his hands, his cock, and he would reinforce that marking with every breeding.

  “Vector.” Her fingernails sank into his skull, that bite of pain exciting him. “Please.”

  Vector couldn’t deny her, couldn’t make her wait any longer. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Be still, female.” He pressed her shoulders against the wall and drew back his hips, prodding her softness, searching for her entrance.

  “Can’t.” She wiggled, making the task of aligning them impossible.

  “Female,” he hollered. She would obey him.

  Kasia froze, her body stiffening and her eyes widening.

  Vector rewarding her by thrusting, hard, burying himself up to his base in warm, wet female. She shrieked, clutching at him, digging her heels into his ass cheeks.

  He released a heartfelt groan, pleasure engulfing him. The sensations ripped away the last remnants of his control, releasing his savage side. Vector withdrew to his tip, drove back into her, withdrew, drove back into her, his pace hard and fast.

  Kasia’s ass smacked against the wall. Her legs closed around him, the power in her form reassuring him. She could take whatever he gave her.

  And she was vocal, yelling, “More. More. More.” She’d tell him if his thrusts were too intense. Vector laved her neck with the flat of his tongue, savoring her taste, her scent.

  Sweat beaded on her skin, making her glisten. Desire burned in her eyes. That passion was for him and he reveled in it, pulling it over him like emotional body armor. It made him stronger, a better male, a more imposing warrior.

  He’d protect her during the upcoming mission. Vector captured her lips with his, sealing that unspoken vow with a kiss. Since he’d escaped, his entire lifespan had been spent in service to others, protecting his brethren, guarding the edges of cyborg-controlled space.

  Now, it would be spent in service to her, his female.

  Vector drove into Kasia. Her softness surrounded his shaft. Her wetness dripped between his balls. Other warriors would pursue the Humanoid Alliance officers. His sole responsibility was to keep her safe.

  “Vector.” She panted his name. He’d never heard such a glorious sound. His wild reckless female was his, all his.

  Vector lowered his head, pressing his lips to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and he surrendered to her, to the wanting within him, rutting into her with a growing ferocity.

  Her fingernails pierced his skin. She hitched her hips, meeting each thrust, breeding with him with total abandonment, throwing herself into the experience as she had with every other task, no pause, no thought, no hesitation.

  Vector would catch her as he always did. He would never allow her to fall. Her inner walls constricted around him, the exquisite pressure heightening his pleasure, straining his processors. He slid the feet attached to him, the feet she deemed sexy, farther apart, bracing for the bliss only his female could give him.

  “Give. Me. Everything.” She raked her fingernails over his chest.

  He howled, slamming into her, doing as she commanded, giving her all of his cock, all of his release, all of his soul. Kasia screamed, arching her back.

  Cum jetted from his tip. Processor-dissolving ecstasy melted him to his frame. He was as helpless to save himself from her as he had been to save his brethren from the Furudian fire burrowers.

  She clenched around him, taking more, more, more, and he was unable to stop her, wouldn’t have pulled away even if he could. It felt too good, too right. He pinned her against the wall. She writhed, her head thrashing, her wail of release extending, stretching thin as Vector’s pleasure increased.

  “Vector.” His female sagged, leaning forward, resting against his heaving chest. She licked his rapidly healing wounds, her tongue rasping over his skin, the fizzing of nanocybotics reassuring him she was his.

  He stroked her legs, tracing the definition in her muscles, the dips and swells of her lean female form. “You destroy my control. Every time.”

  “I love that,” she murmured against him.

  “You would love that, my reckless female.” He carried her to the sleeping support, rolled onto it with her, safeguarding her within his arms, not breaking their physical connection.

  She sprawled on top of him, all arms and legs, slight curves, and glowing skin. Her short hair was moist. Her body was warm. Her breath wafted over him.

  Breeding with her was euphoria. Holding her after an encounter was the purest joy, like a sunset over a battlefield, the quiet after a hard-fought victory, a beauty that was tangible, that he could grasp.

  Kasia snuggled against him, limp and sated. He ran his palms over her back, soothing them both with the repetitive touch.

  “I’ll follow your orders during the mission.” Her voice was drowsy. “You have the experience. I won’t put you and the other warriors in danger.”

  He was concerned about her, not himself, not the other wa
rriors. “You’ll stay with me on the ship.”

  “A ship you won’t allow me to fly.” Her lips twisted. “Hiding on ships, being unseen, watching the action, not participating in it, is all I seem to do.”

  Vector curtailed his smile. His female was adorably disgruntled. “It isn’t all you do. You initiated this action. We wouldn’t be pursuing the Humanoid Alliance if you hadn’t drawn that information from the battle station commander.”

  She nodded. “I’m good at uncovering information.”

  “You are.” His immediate agreement seemed to lighten her mood, his female giving him a small smile. “I like that.” He added.

  “You do?” She folded her arms on his chest and rested her chin on them, her gaze fixed on his face.

  “I do.” He would never have to worry about lacking the details he required for decisions. His female would supply them to him, ensure he was always informed. “I want to be the first to hear all of your information.”

  If he heard it first, he could prepare for any dangers that accompanied it.

  “You prefer to hear everything.” She rubbed her toes over his shins. “I understand why.” She assumed it was due to the disaster on Furud One and part of his reason might have been that. “I won’t hold anything back from you.”

  “You never do.” He liked that about her also.

  “I give you my word. I’ll stay on the warship.” Lines appeared between her eyebrows. “You can leave me there and lead the warriors. I don’t want you to miss the fun.”

  Vector was tempted. He did enjoy battle, but protecting her was his primary mission. “I’ll remain with you and our ship.”

  “Our ship.” Her eyes widened. “We’re flying the Freedom. That’s why you asked Truth to complete a systems check.”

  Vector dipped his head, giving his clever female the confirmation she didn’t need. “I know the Freedom’s capabilities. I don’t have that knowledge of the other ships’.”

  He wouldn’t risk his female’s safety by flying an untested vessel.

  “We’re taking our home.” She smiled.

  “Yes.” Vector smiled back at her, her words expanding his happiness. “We’re taking our home.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Two planet rotations later, Kasia was back on the bridge of the battle station, seated once again on Vector’s lap.

  The embedded control panel in front of her held the schematics of ships designed and built during the past five solar cycles. One of them, she was hoping, would be the Vault, the top secret Humanoid Alliance escape vessel.

  “We have a visual, Captain,” Chuckles announced.

  Kasia shimmied with excitement. They’d been waiting for that, the last piece of their plan to fall into place.

  “Cut the engines.” Vector squeezed her hip. The monitoring range for the battle station had been extended. They shouldn’t appear on the Vault’s unmodified sensors. “And put the visual on the main viewscreen.”

  The image depicted a cube-like vessel. Kasia had seen that shape during her explorations. She searched through the schematics.

  “Got it.” She displayed the appropriate diagram on the main viewscreen, positioning it beside the image of the ship.

  Truth chuckled. “I love this—”

  Vector glared at him and the other male stopped talking.

  All the beings on the bridge studied the schematics. There was silence.

  Kasia frowned. They must be communicating through the transmission lines. She squirmed. Vector hadn’t returned the earpiece to her. She couldn’t hear the conversation.

  Rough fingers gripped her chin. Sensation flowed through her. Vector turned her face toward him, studied her for a moment.

  “Reckless,” her warrior murmured, that description sounding like an endearment. He caressed her right ear as he fitted the earpiece. She trembled, responding to his touch as she always did, her nipples tightening, her body heating.

  She had the handheld set for the range of transmissions used on the battle station and a barrage of voices assaulted her ear. Everyone was speaking at once. She tried to lock on Vector’s voice. He was engaged in multiple conversations.

  She looked at him, holding out the handheld.

  He sighed, took the device from her, narrowed the conversations to one.

  She is human, easily damaged, Dissent argued.

  I’m aware of that. Vector didn’t hide his irritation.

  Kasia’s cheeks burned. They were talking about her.

  She should be left here with Doc, where she’ll be safe. Her friend was concerned about her. She understood that. But his demand that she be excluded from the mission annoyed her.

  She’d worked tirelessly beside them for planet rotations, adding her input to the plans, uncovering information that could help them. Her place on the team had been hard-earned. No one would take it away from her.

  Kasia opened her mouth.

  Vector covered her lips. She is part of my team. That decision is final.

  Dissent bowed his head, didn’t say anything.

  Because her warrior was too damn dominant to defy. Kasia gazed at Vector with open admiration and heartfelt appreciation. He had stood up for her, wanted her by his side.

  Vector’s eyes glinted. “To reiterate.” He released her mouth, switching to verbal communications. “We’re entering through this docking bay.” He indicated the docking bay farthest from the bridge. “I’ll lead the fifty warriors on the first team.”

  “And me,” Kasia added. “You’ll lead one human also.” She glanced at Dissent, lifting her chin. He would have to resign himself to that fact.

  Her friend narrowed his eyes at her.

  “I’ll lead fifty warriors and one very obedient human.” Vector pivoted her until she sat across his legs. Dissent was no longer in her field of view. Her back was to her friend. “The human will remain with me on the Freedom, while the rest of the team gains control of the Humanoid Alliance vessel.”

  “I will stay on board the Freedom.” Kasia had accepted that limitation. “Can I access the Humanoid Alliance’s systems?”

  The systems would be beautiful, the code clean and new, the programming highly advanced, the best the Humanoid Alliance could design.

  “No, you can’t access their systems.” Vector shot down that idea. “North will remain here, at the helm of the battle station.” The first officer nodded. “Once we’ve commandeered the Humanoid Alliance vessel and have opened the docking bays, Dissent will lead the next wave of warriors.”

  Kasia looked over her shoulder. The J Model stood taller, his head held at a cocky angle.

  He should be honored by the role.

  Vector knew the abilities of his own crew. Her need-to-always-be-in-control warrior must have been tempted to give the task to Truth or Chuckles.

  Yet he had trusted that part of the mission to Dissent, a male he had never fought with, a warrior he had once viewed as a rival, an adversary.

  His decision pleased Kasia. She cared for Dissent, loved Vector, and wanted them to be friends.

  “We leave now.” Vector’s announcement sent fear shooting through her. She thought they’d have more time. “Any delay will increase the probability of the Humanoid Alliance ship detecting us.”

  The warriors around them nodded. Kasia had no choice but to do the same. They knew more about missions than she did.

  “North, you have the bridge.” Vector slung her over his right shoulder. She gasped, his hard form pushing the air from her lungs. He strapped one of his arms around her legs, stepped forward.

  And abruptly stopped.

  She looked behind her. Dissent had moved in front of them. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression serious.

  “You’ll protect her?” Her friend’s gaze searched Vector’s countenance.

  “He’ll protect me.” Kasia answered for her male, hoping to prevent any farther arguments about whether or not she should be part of the mission.

  Vector s
macked her ass and her spine bowed, pleasure entwining with the pain. “I would die for her.” His voice was a low rumble.

  Lines appeared between Dissent’s eyebrows. “When you arrived, you wanted to kill her.”

  “He wouldn’t have done that.” Kasia volunteered.

  That earned her another smack on the ass. “I changed my mind.”

  The two warriors stared at each other.

  Dissent dipped his head and stepped aside. “Look after her for us.”

  “I’m looking after her for me.” Her arrogant male strode through the doors, stomped along the hallways, heading for their warship. His bootheels rang against the floor tiles.

  Truth and Chuckles followed them. The other warriors on their team were completing last-moment inspections of the Freedom, would be loaded before the four of them arrived in the docking bay.

  “Don’t be upset with Dissent.” Kasia placed her palms on Vector’s back, savoring the flex and release of his muscles against her skin. “He cares for me.”

  “He loves you,” Vector muttered. “They all do.”

  Did he love her too? Kasia was reckless but not reckless enough to ask that question. “They love me as they love a friend, as you love your brethren.”

  Her possessive C Model grunted.

  “I’m your female.” She would always be his. “You’ve made that clear.” Kasia paused. “And I’ve made that clear also.” She lowered her voice. “They all know I want you.”

  “Female.” Vector rumbled, the sound arousing her. “We have to focus on the mission.”

  Right. The mission. The confrontation with the Humanoid Alliance would be violent, deadly.

  Kasia didn’t want to focus on that. She feared for her cyborg’s safely.

  “I’ll look for more information on the enemy ship.” Kasia unclicked a handheld from her flight suit. “It might make a difference.”