by Cynthia Sax
A female could only take so much taunting. “You won’t be free for long.”
Imee flung herself forward, reaching for the restraint by his left arm.
Mayhem was a cyborg, faster, stronger. He flipped her against the wall.
Her shoulders hit the hard surface and she gasped. Cool metal encircled her wrists, stretching her arms wide.
“Let me go.” She pulled on the restraints. They held, designed to hold much larger beings, the most violent of rebels.
“Never.” Mayhem captured one of her kicking feet, fastened her ankle to the wall, and then did the same with her other foot. Her legs were spread wide. “I’ll never let you go.”
His vow coiled around her heart. He’d never leave her. That was an assurance she needed to hear again and again, an assurance she was starting to believe.
Mayhem removed one of the daggers from her boots. Light gleamed off the sharp blade.
“Don’t ruin my garments.” She wiggled.
“If you wanted them to stay in one piece, you should have removed them.” He sliced through the white leather, shredding her breast and her ass coverings, the blade skimming excitingly close to her fragile skin.
The weight of her weapons pulled the strips of leather downward. Cool air wafted over her thighs, stomach, breasts.
He stepped backward and studied her. She lifted her chin, aware that all of her was exposed to his gaze. He could see her taut nipples, the scars on her stomach, the wetness of her pussy lips.
“Are you happy now?” Imee challenged him.
“Happiness isn’t what I’m feeling.” He ran his hands over his rigid cock. The cyborg was as naked as she was and as aroused, pre-cum forming on his tip.
He’d taste good. She glided her tongue along her bottom lip. His nanocybotics would fizz and pop, stimulating her even more.
“None of that.” His voice lowered to a growl, his eyes black with desire. “I’m not your target, Retriever. You’re mine.”
She might be restrained but she had power. “You’ve managed to capture me. You’ll never subdue me.” Imee undulated against the wall, making the curves he found so entrancing move. “I’m in control now and always.”
“You’re so fraggin’ fierce.” Mayhem leaned toward her, licking, nibbling, kissing between her breasts, squeezing her curves against his face. She arched her back, giving them both more delicious contact.
He murmured his appreciation and dragged his mouth over her stomach, tonguing every scar, every blemish, worshipping her. And that was how she felt—cherished, adored.
Her cyborg’s lips lowered even more, continuing their downward trajectory and her breath hitched, anticipation building within her. He crouched before her and navigated the neatly trimmed hair over her mons. His breath caressed her pussy lips, the lightest, most delicate touching.
Imee trembled. An aggressive sensual assault, she could combat. She had no defenses against his gentle wooing.
After taking a frustrating detour around her needy clit, he thoroughly explored her glistening folds, laving each one, sucking on the sensitive edges, peeling her apart. Nanocybotics spread over her pussy, plucking, pinching, bombarding her with pleasure.
“Mayhem.” She rolled her head against the wall and strained against him, offering herself to him, accepting his erotic ministrations.
“You taste delicious, my female.” He smacked his lips. “I want to consume you.” Her cyborg cupped her ass, holding her still, and pushed his tongue into her entrance.
The sensation was too exquisite. Imee tried to escape him. She was unable to. Her wrists and ankles were bound. Her ass was in his hands.
She was in his hands, her body, her heart, her soul.
Mayhem delved deeper and deeper, grazing her inner walls with his rough tongue, debauching her pussy. She gazed down at his dark head positioned between her thighs and she squirmed, the visual almost as arousing as his touches.
Waves of bliss hit her, building, building, building. She pulled on her restraints, rattling them, breathing heavily. A band of emotion wrapped tighter and tighter around her chest, squeezing.
He didn’t relent, plunging into her and withdrawing, fucking her with his tongue. His nose brushed against her clit, setting off tiny explosions in her. It was enough to push her toward the edge of fulfillment but not enough to fling her into that abyss.
“Mayhem,” she pleaded, her voice thin with need.
He looked up and raised his eyebrows.
The blasted male wanted her surrender and she was so far gone; she didn’t hesitate to give it. “I’m yours. Please.” She trusted him, knew that although she capitulated, he would never view her as weak.
He shifted his attention to her clit, mouthing over that sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing Imee. Her tremors escalated in intensity, shaking her entire body.
She was close to coming. It should have felt right. It didn’t. “Don’t. Want to. Come.” She panted. “Not alone.”
His gaze met hers. She didn’t hide her desperation. She wanted him inside her, wanted to find release with the male she loved.
“This was to be for you.” Mayhem straightened, rubbing his muscles over her curves.
“It is.” She tilted her hips, shaking with need, so near to completion.
He aligned his tip with her entrance and pushed into her. That was all Imee required. She broke, screaming, falling down, down, down into bottomless pleasure. Her pussy constricted around his cock head.
Mayhem bellowed and drove deeper. A rush of nanocybotics-infused cum shot from his cock. More bliss hit her. She shrieked and squeezed around him harder. He jerked, slamming his hips forward. Her ass smacked against the wall. A decadent burn spread over her skin.
He showed her bliss again and again, filling her with his unique essence, with a part of him she’d keep forever. The holding chamber spun. Sound rushed in her ears.
His lips covered hers and their tongues entwined. He tasted like her and that pleased her primitive soul. She’d left her mark on him also.
Their long kiss softened, became an intimate caress. Mayhem petted and stroked her limp form and she reveled in his care, soaking up the physical rendering of his love.
“My female,” he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers.
Imee gazed at him, making no attempt to hide her feelings. She loved him, would do anything to protect him, to protect what they had. “My male.”
His cock bobbed inside her. Her cyborg liked it when she verbally claimed him.
Moments passed.
Imee wanted to touch him, to wrap her arms around him, yet she couldn’t. “Why aren’t you releasing me from the restraints?” She rattled them.
Mayhem stepped back from her, his cock slipping from her pussy. “I’m never releasing you.” He reached under the pile of body armor. “I’ve decided to bind you to me for all eternity.”
“No more games.” She pulled on the restraints. “I--”
He held out two silver-colored armlets, one small, one large, and she stopped talking, stunned. The gear-and-cog design was unique, intricate, beautiful.
But it was his words paired with his choice of gift that caused tears to prick her eyes and a ball of emotion to form in her throat. He wanted to bind their souls forever.
It was one of her secret wishes, a dream she held close to her heart.
“Don’t you dare joke about this, Mayhem.” She wouldn’t survive it.
“I’m serious.” And he did appear that way, his lips flat. “They’re manufactured from my mechanics, some of the most durable substances in the galaxy.”
He’d put a piece of himself in the armlets. Her vision clouded. “You fool. You shouldn’t have done that.” It must have hurt him.
“My nanocybotics replaced them.” He shrugged. “Our lifespans will be long. My mechanics were the logical choice.”
She suspected his decision had involved more than logic. “If we do this, our souls will be entwined until time ends.”
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“They already are, my female.” He snapped the smaller armlet around her left biceps. “I give to you my soul for safekeeping. It is yours. In this lifespan and the next. Guard it well for I have no other.”
He had studied and learned the binding words. Imee stared at the armlet, unable to speak. His nanocybotics bubbled inside her. She wore his armlet, a symbol of his soul.
He’d always be with her. She would never be solitary.
A tear ran down her scarred cheek, dripped off her jaw, landed with a splat on the floor. They were linked forever.
“Free me.” Her voice was watery, weak, and a solar cycle ago, she would have been ashamed of her reaction. Now, she was proud. What she felt for him was the fiercest, purest love and fierce emotions can’t be restrained. That’s what he had taught her. “I want to complete the ceremony.”
“There’s no need to complete the ceremony now.”
“Release. Me,” she yelled, wanting, needing to do this immediately.
Mayhem didn’t move. “I processed this decision thoroughly. You should do the same.”
“I have processed this.” Before she met him, she’d never dared to think about it, about eternity, about her future. Her only consideration was her family, making the next quota, ensuring they survived for another solar cycle.
But then her cyborg had captured her and her time frame had lengthened, her dreams had changed. He’d filled her lifespan with laughter and teasing and love. She wanted that for all of time.
“You might not be the best warrior,” she noted, that lie drawing a grin from Mayhem. “But there is no other being I would trust with my soul, with my forever.” She paused. “And as you stated, our souls are already entwined.”
“And you love me.” Sparks of gold danced in his eyes.
“And I love you.”
He released her ankles first, rubbing the pink marks on her skin. Her feet tingled as her blood circulated more freely.
He applied himself to the wrist restraints next.
Once her right hand was free, she touched the armlet on her left arm. The metal was seductively smooth, each joint flawless. There was an interesting circle in the design. She explored it with her fingertips, pressing down.
“Don’t--”
Sharp spikes jutted out of the armlet. One of them pieced her little finger. She yelped.
Mayhem grabbed her hand and sucked on the wound. His nanocybotics took the edge off the pain.
“It’s a weapon also.” She gazed at the armlet with admiration. Her male was a clever being.
“It’s beautiful and deadly. Just like you.” He examined her finger. Skin had already sealed the cut. “Do you require a pain inhibitor?”
“No.” Imee pulled her hand away from his inspection and touched the armlet again. The spikes retracted. “I can stab beings with your soul.”
Mayhem grinned. “Here.” He handed her the larger armlet. “I don’t want to miss out on that fun.”
“But I should process this decision thoroughly.” She mimicked his voice as she ran her fingers over the metal. There was a matching circle on his. She pressed it, releasing the longer, thicker spikes. “My soul is deadlier.”
“Was that ever doubted?” He rested his right index finger on one of the sharp points, gradually increasing the pressure.
Her cyborg was wild. She retracted the spikes before he inflicted severe damage on himself. “Hold out your arm.”
He complied, flexing his muscles.
Imee fastened the armlet around his biceps, an action she never thought she’d take. “I give to you my soul for safekeeping. It is yours. In this lifespan and the next. Guard it well for I have no other.” She kissed the symbol of her soul, the metal cool against her lips.
“I will guard it with my entire being,” Mayhem vowed, cradling her face between his big hands. “I love you, my female.”
“I love you, my male.” She turned her head and kissed one of his palms. “You will always be my favorite target.”
Her foolish cyborg threw back his head and laughed, his mirth shaking both of their bodies.
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Cyborg Sizzle Series
Releasing Rage
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USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
About The Author