Baring Grudge

by Cynthia Sax

  “You’re a freak.” She liked that about him. It gave her some hope he’d embrace all of her.

  Taelyn unfastened her top, peeling the leather away from her skin. Cool air skimmed over her breasts. She had a generous chest and ass. Her curves might compensate for her arm.

  It might.

  Her fingers shook as she dropped the garment to the floor. She so badly wanted him to find her attractive, it terrified her.

  Grudge gazed at her, and she fought the urge to cover her shoulder.

  “You’re beautiful, my delicate little enhanced female.” His eyes flashed with bright-blue bolts of energy. His cock bobbed. His fingers flexed around his shaft.

  The male desired her. Her scars and imperfections hadn’t doused his need for her.

  She released her breath, relief sweeping over her. “Those mechanical eyes of yours must be malfunctioning, cyborg.” Her tone was brusque but secretly she was pleased.

  He continued to view her as beautiful.

  “My visual system is fully functional.” The passion radiating from her warrior heated her to her soul. “I could come merely from looking at you.”

  Stars. The male could talk.

  “Do not come.” Taelyn shimmied out of her leather leg and hip coverings. “I’m finding release before you do.” She walked toward him, swinging her hips, her confidence stoked by his words. “That’s your reprimand.”

  “You’re finding release before and after I do.” He hooked his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Her bare skin smacked against his. His cock pressed against her stomach. “That’s my reward.”

  He covered her lips with his. She eagerly opened to him, sliding her tongue against his, relishing his taste, his nanocybotics, the feel of him. Connection flowed around them, binding them together, escalating her hunger for him.

  The damn cyborg had teased her for planet rotations. Her need threatened to overwhelm her. She wiggled her hips, brushing against his cock. He cupped her ass, lifting her high against his form, and she wrapped her legs around him.

  Her hot wet pussy touched his unrelenting shaft and their breaths hitched. Mercy. He was a beast. She gripped his shoulders, pulled herself up and down him, slicking his flesh with her pussy juices, branding him with her scent.

  He stalked forward, carrying her easily, set her ass on a horizontal support.

  She reclined, slid her feet up his chest. “Let’s see what your fragile enhanced human female is capable of doing.” She linked her ankles behind his head.

  “You’re capable of testing my control, my female.” He rounded his back. His cock bumped against her as he aligned himself, every nudge spiraling her wanting upward. “You smell, look, feel so good.” His nostrils flared as he breathed in.

  The freak was smelling her arousal.

  “I will shatter your control, be the best damn pussy you’ve ever had.” She drew herself upward, taking him into her.

  Fuck. She gritted her teeth. He was so damn huge, was stretching her to her limits. Pain edged her pleasure as she absorbed more and more of his long, thick cock.

  Grudge rumbled. His jaw was clenched. His eyes snapped with energy. He clasped her legs, holding them to his big chest.

  Her progress was sensuously slow. She felt every bit of him. The bloom of his tip pressed against her inner walls. The male was reshaping her body.

  Her pussy lips finally touched his smooth, unrelenting base.

  She met his gaze. “I took all of you, cyborg.”

  “You’re manufactured for me, my female.” He turned his head, sealed his lips against her right ankle and inhaled, his mouth hot against her skin.

  “Fuck, you’re a freak.” Her pussy dripped for him.

  She retreated to his tip, lowering her ass, then she advanced once more, lifting upward. The fullness was exquisite. She retreated, advanced, retreated, advanced. Her leg muscles strained. Beads of sweat dappled her skin. She huffed.

  Her cyborg clutched her to him and ravished her ankles, licking, sucking, adoring that part of her as she impaled herself upon him again and again. Before meeting him, she’d never viewed ankles as an erogenous zone, but he had changed that for her. She yearned. She burned.

  “Have…to…move.” He rocked against her, giving her more contact, more of him.

  Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing in the chamber. Her need intensified. She stretched her arms to the sides, dug her fingernails into the surface of the horizontal support.

  Their pace increased. She moved against him, taking her warrior harder, faster. He met her ardor with his own, his handsome face dark with determination.

  Satisfaction was near. She could see it, taste it, sense it. Yet she couldn’t reach it. She needed more dominance, wanted him on top of her, all around her.

  There was too much separation, too much distance between them.

  “My female.” Grudge’s voice was edged with sensual torment.

  He couldn’t come until she did. That was their agreement.

  She was torturing both of them, and for nothing. Her point had been proven. His fragile enhanced female could conquer any fucking variation he sought to try.

  It was time to capitulate, to blast her cyborg with bliss.

  “Take me like the freak you are.” She lowered her legs, wrapped them around his waist. “Ruin me for all other males.”

  “There will be no other males.” He growled and brought his face close to hers. His teeth bared. His eyes blazed with possession. The weight of him pressed down on her. “You’re mine.”

  She would have pummeled the shit out of any other male who made that declaration, but he was her cyborg, a warrior who had defeated her in battle…numerous times, who had flown across the universe to fuck her into unconsciousness.

  “Show me I’m yours.” She flung that challenge at him.

  “Fraggin’ hole, female.” He clasped her hips. Hard. And he pounded into her, taking her with a thrilling force, assuming she could tolerate anything he gave.

  She could handle it, handle him. Because she was a badass. She clutched his shoulders and met him halfway, as his equal. Her breasts smacked against his unyielding chest. Her hips collided with his. Heat radiated from all points of contact. Sweat streamed along her form.

  They ravished each other like two wild things. She panted. He grunted. Their animalistic noises reverberated off the walls. This was what she wanted, what she’d anticipated from all his communications, his teasing—a no-holds-barred erotic assault on her senses.

  And part of her had always known fucking her cyborg would be like this—lifespan altering, universe shifting, scarily good. They’d shared a link from the beginning, from the first moment they occupied the same space, and that tie to him had been reinforced with each exchanged fantasy, each kiss, each caress.

  She, who shunned attachments to others, was bound to the male before her. It both terrified and exhilarated her, and there was nothing she could do to change it. So she flung herself into the experience, holding nothing back, ratcheting up the ferocity of their joining.

  If she was to be scorched to ashes emotionally, if she was destined not to survive this, at the very least she would have this moment with her cyborg. She would have togetherness and delight and him.

  She bounced her heels against his clenched ass cheeks and he snarled, took her with more savagery. His grey skin shone with her sweat. His biceps bulged. His abs rippled against her.

  “Grudge.” Her voice stretched. She was so fuckin’ close. “Grudge.”

  He drove deep, filling her with his huge cock, and he swiveled his hips, giving her the extra contact she needed. She burst into flames, screaming his name, coming hard. Pleasure bombarded her. She clenched around him.

  “Mine.” He tilted his head back and roared his ownership. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip, blasted her inner walls. The bubbling, the heat, the power stole her breath. Another tidal wave of bliss swept over her.

  She came a second time, the
impact compounding exponentially, and she clutched him again, prompting more of his unique essence to flood her form. There was no defense against the euphoria. She writhed and twisted under him.

  “Mine.” Her cyborg’s eyes were as black as open space.

  He lowered onto her, constraining her movements, pinning her to the horizontal support with his hips, his chest, blocking her escape with his arms, and he filled her with his cum. All of her fizzed. The link between them strengthened.

  If she had any functional brain cells left, that would worry her. But her mind was incapable of holding anything other than her rapture. She came so many times she lost count.

  The elation finally leveled and dipped. She sagged under him, her organic arm and legs lifeless.

  For several moments, neither of them moved. The silence in the chamber was eerie…and telling. They both seemed to be in shock over their fervent fuck.

  Stars. She stared upward at the ceiling. What had she done?

  Then he nuzzled against the scars circling her shoulder socket and her trepidation dissipated. No one had ever touched her there. His silent acceptance of her marred skin squeezed her heart. It was worth any future pain.

  She rubbed his back, savoring the shape of him, the rise and fall of his chest against hers, the warmth of his breath. Her future would contain hurt.

  Her cyborg wanted information about the Humanoid Alliance space stations, would likely leave once he’d obtained that intel.

  Holding that knowledge back was a temptation. She might wrangle a few more encounters with him. But that wasn’t an honorable tactic.

  Taelyn sighed. “My contact is arriving at sunrise.” She obtained her intel from Kutta, the former Humanoid Alliance retriever. “After I meet with her, I’ll give you the coordinates of the space stations.” She made him that promise. “Not that it will do you any fuckin’ good. I plan to blow them all up.”

  Grudge braced himself upward and studied her. His eyes had reverted to their brilliant blue. “Your goal wasn’t the theft of the medic packs and devices, was it?”

  She shook her head. “I take those because selling them benefits others.” It funded Medic Neidan’s healing and Jasny’s future. “The devices and medic packs would have been destroyed when the explosives detonated. This way, they’re utilized.”

  She rationalized that it wasn’t stealing. Not really.

  Her cyborg kissed her raised chin, that unexpected tenderness making her blink. “Why do you target the space stations?”

  “Does it matter?” She didn’t want to talk about her past.

  He looked at her for a moment. “I project it does matter.”

  Fuck. He was tenacious.

  She glared at him.

  The damn male’s lips lifted into a smile.

  “Fuck it. I’ll tell you.” She might as well do that. He had been a pain in her ass about other things, would likely be a pain in her ass about this also. “The Humanoid Alliance manufactured battle robots on my home planet.” She delivered that information in an emotionally safe monotone. “When I was a stupid girl, with one less solar cycle than the kid, a bunch of us found a broken robot in the woods.”

  They had been excited and curious, had poked at it with a stick, examining it.

  “The Humanoid Alliance showed up to retrieve it. We ran. They caught me.” She had been the shortest, hadn’t been as fit or as fast as she was now. “They ordered one of the robots to sever my arm as a lesson to everyone not to touch their precious weapons. And they took that arm with them to ensure no one was able to reattach it.”

  The cruelty of the human males had been an eye-opener.

  “Fraggin’ hole. They would do that.” Her cyborg rubbed both of her arms, treating the mechanical one as he treated the organic one. He didn’t seem to view them as different.

  She forced herself to continue with her tale of fuckin’ woe. “Neighbors, friends, family gathered enough credits to pay for my transport here, where there was a medic bay and a medic who specialized in mechanical arms.” The residents of her tiny home settlement had very few extra resources, but everyone had generously contributed what they could spare. “While Medic Neidan was installing my first socket, the Humanoid Alliance tested a batch of newly designed battle robots on my home planet. No non-Humanoid Alliance beings survived that experiment.”

  Everyone had been killed—males, females, children, babies. Her mother, father, older brother, and little sister had been sliced to pieces.

  She had lost everyone and everything. If it hadn’t been for Medic Neidan’s kindness, she didn’t know what she would have done.

  “My mission is to destroy every fuckin’ Humanoid Alliance battle robot in existence.” She would purge them from the universe as her family, her friends had been erased. “If you want to commandeer them, you’re shit out of luck. I won’t let you have them.”

  She wiggled, trying to move away from him, away from the memories, the grief, the sorrow.

  The damn male held on to her, wouldn’t allow her to flee. “We don’t want to commandeer them. Cyborgs hold little affection for robots.” He paused. “Many humans and humanoids view us as emotionless weapons, see no difference between us and them.”

  “Then they’re fuckin’ idiots.” She was irritated for him.

  The warrior on top of her was no unfeeling machine.

  “What are your plans for the space stations?” Unable to physically escape him, she abruptly changed the subject.

  “The same as yours—to blow them up.” Grudge grinned. “I like blowing things up.” The male’s freakish tendencies extended to battle. “But first, we want to transport the warships to our home planet.”

  “Not all the space stations have warships.” Only two of the previous ones had a full docking bay. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll blow up the space stations that don’t contain warships. If the space station has warships, I’ll only destroy the battle robots.” That would take more time, but she could do it. “And you can do what you want with the rest of it.”

  “I like that deal.” He brushed his lips over her forehead, treating her to more of his confusing affection. “We’ll depart after you meet with your contact.”

  “We’ll…Wait. What?” She stared up at him. “We’re not traveling to the fuckin’ space stations together.”

  “I’m not leaving your side.” He met her gaze. “That’s my deal.”

  He was staying with her. And it sounded like his intended duration was…forever.

  “Shit.” She struggled to absorb that level of commitment. “You’re worse than the fuckin’ kid.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Grudge had physically claimed his female.

  They had bred two times in the beverage outlet working chambers, four times on her ship. She hosted his nanocybotics. Other cyborgs would process she was his. And she would repair faster, wouldn’t endure the damage additional solar cycles wrought on human forms. He would protect her from the major damage. She should live forever.

  Claiming his female’s heart, her soul, would be more of a challenge. Between breedings, she either ignored him or scowled in his direction. Their offspring, once they exited the beverage outlet, did the same, mimicking the warrior she idolized.

  That amused Grudge. He followed them, not allowing his female out of his sight lines, relishing her resistance. His little enhanced human would never give him affection out of pity. He would have to earn her caring.

  He guarded her during the rest cycle, watching her as she slept. Being a cyborg, he didn’t require that form of energy boost. He inserted wires into his wrist sockets, recharged that way, was ready to protect his females if that was necessary.

  That might be required.

  As the solitary sun on Antares II broke the horizon, he detected another cyborg within his monitoring range. The unidentified being deactivated the sensors around their small freighter and moved to a position directly in front of its doors.

  That was too close for Grudg
e’s comfort.

  He pulled the wires out of his wrist sockets. “I have to leave you for a moment.” He kissed his naked female’s scarred shoulder. She lay on the sleeping support. His body was curled around hers, all of him pressing against all of her.

  Her form tensed. “I knew you would fuckin’ leave, cyborg.” She frowned fiercely, not opening her eyes. “They all leave.”

  “I don’t want to hear about the others.” The projection of other males touching his female caused his visual system to flash red. “They’re not me. I’ll return to you.”

  He forced himself to move away from her, to don his body armor, his boots.

  “I don’t fuckin’ care.” Her cross tone belied her words.

  His female did fuckin’ care.

  “We’ll fuck when I come back.” Unable to resist her adorably grumpy face, he bent over and smacked his lips against her forehead. “Dream of me while I’m gone.”

  “Fuck off.” She turned her head away from him.

  He gazed at her for a moment. His doubting female didn’t believe he’d return. It would take time to erase that mistrust of beings, of him.

  Once he dealt with the unknown threat, they’d have that time.

  He opened their private chambers’ door.

  Their offspring, another distrustful female, was lying on the floor. Her small form was spread across the width of the hallway, as if she sought to block anyone from leaving.

  She glared up at him. “You’re still here.”

  “I will always be here.” He smiled cheerily down at Jasny. “Modify your processors to expect my presence. And wear your arm with the fastest response time this planet rotation. We’ll be training.”

  All three of them needed that emotional outlet, and there was a 74.1258 percent probability it would be a bonding experience for them. They were warriors. Fighting satisfied their designs.

  “I train with her, not you.” The kid nodded toward the chambers he’d left a heartbeat ago.

  The enhanced humanoid was loyal. He respected that.

  “We’re a team now.” He stepped over her. “We’ll train like one.”