by Regine Abel
“In case you were waiting after me to use the shower, I just wanted to let you know that I’m done,” Tamryn said while still brushing her lustrous hair.
“Thank you,” I said, fighting the urge to sink my fingers into it. “I guess there was no tub for you to enjoy that bubble bath, huh?”
Tamryn smiled with an enigmatic expression. “Actually, there was. But I didn’t want to hog the hygiene room indefinitely.”
“That is very considerate of you,” I said, amused. “But I wouldn’t have begrudged you enjoying that bit of comfort.”
“Remember you said that on the day I do hog it,” she replied teasingly.
I couldn’t help but smile. In spite of everything, that female continued to find ways to stir such unusual responses from me. It was… pleasant.
“I consider myself duly warned,” I replied, bowing my head in concession. “Well, off to the shower I go then.”
For a reason I couldn’t explain, I removed my shirt right there, in front of her, my gaze locked on her beautiful face. It hadn’t been deliberate or calculated—at least not consciously. However, the sense of triumph that coursed through me when her gaze darkened as it roamed over my chest and down to my abs implied otherwise. I balled my shirt and tucked it under my left arm, before reaching for the clasp of my pants. Tamryn’s eyes flicked up to my face with a slightly stunned expression. I barely repressed a smirk, holding her gaze for a split second before walking past her while continuing to undo my pants.
I could feel her gaze burning holes in my back as I entered the bedroom and headed for the shower. I didn’t know what had gotten into me but felt no remorse whatsoever. Still, walking past the massive bed that ate up a good third of the spacious room had my blood rushing to my groin.
This could be problematic.
There was no question I wanted to share this bed with Tamryn. But now, I wanted to do far more than merely sleep there by her side. She’d been sending signals that she might be all for it as well. Or at least, I wanted to believe it. However, could it merely be my own fantasies? If we weren’t on the same page, things could quickly become awkward. While I had the ability to shut down my emotions, Tamryn had a way of making them burst right out when I least expected it.
I discarded my clothes in the basket before stepping into the shower, setting the water to cold to cool the fire in my blood—not that it did much good. My body automatically regulated its temperature, defeating the purpose of this effort. I made quick work of my ablutions, wrapping the towel around my waist before proceeding to shave the two-day scruff gracing my jaw. Beyond the fact that the military didn’t allow for it, I’d never been big on facial hair. My one disappointment with my Cyborg transformation was that it hadn’t eliminated the need to shave.
I gazed at myself in the mirror and wondered what Tamryn saw when she looked at me. I wasn’t ugly by any means, but I also didn’t qualify as traditionally handsome. My body, I took great pride in. It had always been in good shape, with great proportions all-around. However, becoming a Cyborg had made it all but perfect—lean, muscular, with just the right level of mass without falling into bulky territory. It had earned me many covetous looks from women over the years, looks I had been completely indifferent to.
But this time, I wanted to be coveted… by her.
Still only wearing my towel, I entered the bedroom, intent on going to the walk-in closet next to the hygiene room, but movement at the edge of my vision drew my attention. I froze at the sight of Tamryn, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, her hair draped around her shoulders. She stared at me with an unreadable expression. I took a few steps towards her, stopping near the edge of the bed, a questioning look in my eyes.
Tamryn gave me a slow once over before locking gazes with me again. She lifted her chin ever so slightly in a gesture that screamed defiance. It had been so subtle, most people wouldn’t have even noticed, but it undeniably told me she had decided on a course of action and wouldn’t be deterred.
“You are a very attractive man, Jarog,” she said in a soft but firm voice. “I think you know what I want. If you’re not interested, just say so, and I won’t bother you again about it.”
My heart skipped a beat at this unexpected turn of events. My initial impulse was to throw away my towel, join her on top of the bed, and give way to the basic instincts I had been keeping at bay since my transformation. But reason—logic—prevailed, reining me in. I took another step forward, my gaze boring into hers, assessing.
“Before I answer your question, I would like you to tell me why you want to change the nature of our relationship,” I asked carefully.
“There’s no relationship,” she said, taking on a far too defensive tone. “I’m horny, you’re hot, and unless I totally misread you, I believe you find me attractive as well. It’s just sex, no strings attached.”
I tilted my head to the side, observing her features, her body language, her pulse beating in her neck… Even though I’d only met her a few days ago, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Tamryn wasn’t the ‘scratch an itch’ type of woman. A million reasons as to why she would offer this crossed my mind.
“If you seek comfort—”
“Yes, comfort is part of it,” Tamryn interrupted with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment in her voice. “As you know, I’ve had a shitty past few days. I don’t know if my brother is still alive and will probably not see my family again for a long time. I’m stranded on a mercenary planet with a fucking brand on my face that I may not be able to get rid of, and I don’t know where the hell my life is going right now. So yeah, it would be nice for you to help me forget for a little while.”
She shifted from her cross-legged position, getting on her knees before sitting on her haunches. Despite that, there was nothing supplicant in her current position. Contrary to what I had assumed, Tamryn didn’t appear to be reacting out of emotional distress. She struck me as having carefully reflected on this decision.
“But that’s not the main reason,” she continued, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “I also just want to have sex with you. Four days ago, my life was fine. I had all the time in the world. My family and I were soon going to be reunited on Bionus to launch a rebellion, but in a blink, it has all been taken away. I’m not taking anything for granted anymore. We’re here today, we could be gone tomorrow.”
Tamryn heaved a sigh, her gaze going slightly out of focus as she reminisced.
“This whole trip here I’ve been plagued with regrets for all the things I had wanted to do but didn’t because of one of the countless lame reasons we always come up with to deny ourselves what we want,” she continued, her voice hardening with self-recrimination before she refocused on me. “I want you. For all I know, you will leave tomorrow or in two weeks to pursue your own destiny. I don’t want to kick myself for not seizing the opportunity when it was there. So, if I misread your attraction to me, feel free to set me straight. I have a very capable hand and a fertile imagination. I won’t hate you for saying no.”
“I’m sorry for putting you through this awkward explanation,” I said, removing the towel from my waist before tossing it onto the chair in the corner of the bedroom, by the walk-in closet.
Tamryn’s eyes widened, and her lips parted in shock as she gazed at me in my full-naked glory.
“I have been fantasizing about you, but I needed to be certain you are in the right headspace before indulging in my own desires. I would hate for you to wake up in the morning, thinking I’ve taken advantage of your moment of weakness,” I said, still holding off. “As you said, our respective futures are uncertain.”
“I am certain,” Tamryn said, a relieved smile stretching her lips.
She extended a hand towards me. I took it while climbing onto the bed. I kneeled in front of her, my hands settling on her lap. I leaned forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss. Tamryn immediately responded, her hands caressing a path up my arms before resting on my shoulders. Her lips parted, welc
oming my tongue. She tasted fresh, with the underlying spiciness of the Narengi wine we’d drunk earlier lingering on her breath.
My hands slipped under the short skirt of her negligee. The incredible softness of her skin contrasted with the firmness of her muscles. I continued the movement of my hands in a gentle caress up her thighs, pulling her garment up in the process. To my surprise, my fingers encountered no undergarment as they roamed past her hips on their way to her waist and then to her breasts.
Tamryn sighed in my mouth as I fondled her, my thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened. I loved how responsive she was to my touch, the scent of her arousal wafting to me making a pleasant heat swirl in the pit of my stomach. Breaking the kiss, my hands resumed their journey upward, continuing to lift her dress. My female raised her arms to let me rid her of it. As soon as it passed her head, I reclaimed her mouth in a voracious kiss, forcing her onto her back in the process. But Tamryn gasped pulling away from me when, instead of removing the dress, I tied it around her wrists.
“Stay!” I ordered in a commanding tone when she resisted.
She hesitated, a sliver of worry flickering through her eyes. I held her gaze unwaveringly, a warning in mine. Then all tension drained from her, and she surrendered. Instead of the sense of triumph I’d expected to feel, a wave of tenderness and gratitude coursed through me. In that instant, I realized I’d subconsciously desired to test her willingness to trust me. While definitely an alpha male, I didn’t have any particular Dominant kinks. Considering our precarious situation, and her very valid reasons to be suspicious of me, I didn’t quite understand why I’d felt the need to do this. Either way, it didn’t matter. I had my woman right where I wanted her.
Resting her bound hands above her head, I resumed kissing Tamryn, my palms exploring every inch of that perfect body of hers. Fuck me, she was shaped like a goddess. My lips ventured down her neck, sucking on her pulse while my hands caressed a path down her breast, past her flat stomach, before cupping her shaved sex. Tamryn moaned, her body shivering as I rubbed my palm over her, my fingers teasing her seam before two of them dipped inside. Her essence immediately coated them as I gently moved them in and out of her. My mouth wrapped around one of her erect nipples, licking and sucking on it with increased force while I accelerated the movement of my fingers inside of her.
My cock throbbed with the need to claim her, but I intended to make her climax at least once before I made her mine. There would be plenty of time to lose myself inside her. I doubted she knew what she had asked for, because this night wouldn’t be over quickly.
I crooked two fingers inside of her, rubbing over the tight bundle of nerves within. Tamryn cried out, her back arching off the bed as I continued to massage her sweet spot. With my free hand, I pressed onto her stomach, forcing her to lie still as I kissed and nibbled on the tender skin just below her navel.
“Please,” she whispered between two labored breaths.
The pleading sound of her voice resonated directly in my groin, making me ache with the need to bury myself to the hilt inside her. But she wasn’t quite where I needed her to be. My mouth moved closer to my prize, but I continued to kiss and nip at her pelvic area and even her folds while avoiding her engorged little nub. When I felt her legs begin to tremble, I flicked her clit with my thumb, and Tamryn detonated. She shouted, throwing her head back as her orgasm came crashing down on her. Had my left hand not been holding her flat on the bed, she’d likely have jumped right off.
I stared at her beautiful face, dissolved in an expression of pure bliss, while my thumb frantically massaged her nub. When she started coming back down from her high, my mouth took over where my thumb had left off. I devoured her like a famished man, slowly pushing her towards the edge again. Inserting a third finger in her slit, I scissored in and out to stretch her so that she could soon receive my aching cock. The sound of her moans and her strangled voice calling out my name was the most potent aphrodisiac, driving me mad with lust.
Just when I feared I couldn’t hold any longer, Tamryn fell apart again, her head rolling from side to side as her hips gyrated under my ministrations. Body trembling, lips parted as she breathed loudly, Tamryn looked at me with hooded eyes as I kneeled between her legs. Her chest heaved as I rubbed my length against her slit, covering it with her essence. I slipped my arms behind her knees, opening her wide while folding them towards her chest so that my hands could grip her upper arms. Twisted like a pretzel, Tamryn was my helpless captive, with no choice but to take all that I was about to give her.
And give I did.
Even as I started pushing myself inside of her, I crushed her lips with a demanding kiss. She submitted to me, although her body slightly tensed beneath me as her inner walls resisted my invasion. I didn’t ram myself in, but my thrusts were not as slow and shallow as they could have been. I could—and would—have been gentler if I’d believed Tamryn had wanted that, but I could feel her raising her pelvis to help push me in faster. Halfway in, her body suddenly yielded, and I hit her cervix. She winced but immediately lifted her head to try and reclaim my lips.
But I pulled my head back, staring at her flushed face and lips swollen by my kisses while I ground my pelvis against hers to give my female time to adjust to my girth. She shivered, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure and her inner walls contracting around my cock, impatient for me to get it on.
I was too happy to comply.
I began slowly pumping in and out of her, hissing with pleasure at the exquisite tightness that squeezed my shaft from all sides. She was so wet, so hot that I found myself pounding into her in no time. I wanted to kiss her again, but I was too mesmerized watching her helplessly writhe beneath me and fighting the dress keeping her wrists bound as I rode her with wild abandon.
I’d been so lost in the sea of pleasure setting my body on fire that I never saw her third orgasm coming. It slammed into her with such violence, her body seized, and she just froze, her mouth forming a silent O. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock, wresting my climax from me. I rammed myself in deep, my seed shooting out of me in a blissful flow. I remained like this for a few seconds until Tamryn’s body relaxed beneath me.
Without stopping to rock in and out of her, I released my woman from this trapped position, and freed her wrists. She immediately wrapped her arms around me, as I reclaimed her mouth. With each thrust, my cock hardened again until I was once more pounding into her.
I lost count of the number of times I made my female cry out and that I spilled my seed inside her. By the time I collapsed next to her, she was all but a boneless puddle in my arms, her voice raw from having shouted so much, her skin feverish, and slick with sweat.
I held her tightly, as if I feared she would disappear. As my hand brushed aside the wet locks of hair sticking to her face, I felt the R branded on her cheek—a stark reminder of our new reality. But all this would wait. Tonight was about seizing the moment and living without regrets.
Chapter 10
Tamryn
I woke up feeling incredibly rested, considering how Jarog had all but wrecked me last night, over and over again. When I asked him to get nasty with me, I had no idea what I had signed up for… And I had zero regrets. He’d been exactly what I needed, and beyond. But how awkward would things be now?
It took me a second to realize the sound of the shower had woken me. On an impulse, I jumped out of the bed and made my way to the hygiene room, still naked from our night of passion. Jarog was already staring in the direction of the door when I entered—his enhanced hearing having no doubt warned him of my approach. Water raining on him, he was rinsing off the soap from his godly body while looking at me with his usual emotionless expression. For a split second, I held my breath, wondering if he would kick me out. It wasn’t like me to act without thinking things through first.
To my relief, Jarog extended a hand towards me without stopping to rinse himself with the other. Without hesitation, I approached him, placing my hand in hi
s. He pulled me under the water, his face still as neutral as ever. To my surprise, he proceeded to wash me in a methodical—not to say clinical—fashion. I submitted to the unexpected care, closing my eyes when he began washing my hair. When he finished rinsing me, I reopened my eyes to find him studying my face in an enigmatic fashion that should have creeped me out.
We stared at each other quietly for a moment, the water showering down on us. Then he leaned forward, his lips stopping inches from mine. I lifted my face up, expressing my consent by pressing my mouth against his. Jarog immediately took over the kiss. While his tongue mingled with mine, he picked me up, propping me against the cool tiles of the wall. His arms under my knees kept me wide open for him. Unlike last night where he had demanded my submission and taken me with an almost punishing passion, he was now very gentle and tender.
He gently rubbed himself against my core for a while to get me wet, his mouth kissing my lips, face and neck. When he finally pushed himself in, he made love to me with careful, measured thrusts, my climax building slowly like a tidal wave instead of the unbridled tsunami he had unleashed on me the previous night. When he also found his release, we quickly rinsed again and walked out of the hygiene room after drying ourselves.
As we hadn’t discussed contraception, I wondered if Cyborgs were able to make themselves infertile on demand through the nanobots in their system. In our case, it didn’t matter as I had a contraceptive implant still valid for a couple of years in my left arm.
To my surprise, we found breakfast already laid out on our table in the living area when we finished dressing.
“One person came in while we were showering,” Jarog explained matter-of-factly. “By the sound of the footsteps, it was that same female assassin that had escorted you to the executive lounge last night.”