Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Roshini might survive the Plan. There was a possibility, small but growing larger with every passing moment, she might outlive the Invaders.
Part of her felt guilty about that. Because the other beings on her team were unlikely to live through their final confrontation with the enemy.
And even if they did survive the experience, the damage from the energy they had already absorbed would kill them mere planet rotations later. Slowly. Painfully.
She suspected her tumors were now gone. Her zest for life had returned to pre-illness levels. She hadn’t experienced the bone-deep agony she associated with the growths since she’d first fucked her cyborg.
Her body, for the first time in solar cycles, felt…right.
That change in her health caused her some guilt also. Not only might she live, but she would spend her planet rotations agony-free. Unlike her team. Unlike Luam.
And it didn’t help her conscience that another part of her, a part of her she couldn’t yet openly embrace, found great joy in the fact that she might live.
Hope had lit a previously dark corner of her heart.
She didn’t want to feel ill. And she didn’t want to die.
Not now. Not after meeting a male she trusted and liked and desired more than she could put into words.
“We’ve completed the key tasks I had scheduled for this planet rotation.” She held Drift’s hand as they walked, at a slower speed, back to the caves. “We could fuck…if your wanting for me hasn’t dissipated.”
“My wanting for you will never dissipate, my female.” His gray eyes gleamed.
She grinned. “That sounds… hard to deal with.”
“It’s very hard to deal with.” He glanced downward.
The bulge in his body armor was thrillingly pronounced.
“I’d breed with you against that boulder right now.” He tilted his head toward the rock formation they were passing. “If it wouldn’t damage you.”
“That’s hot.” She teased him.
He grinned. The male got her humor, and that turned her on also.
“But that’s too hot for me, unfortunately.” She was forced to admit that truth. The sun’s rays blasted them and the boulder. Being pressed against the stone would scorch a layer of skin off her back and ass. “We should wait until we reach the caves to fuck.”
“Humans are fragile.” Drift’s voice lilted with humor.
“Cyborgs are impatient.” She swung their arms back and forth as they walked.
Silence stretched.
She enjoyed the companionable quiet. But she was acutely aware of all the intel she should share with the newest and the sexiest member of her team. “Are there any lifeforms nearby?”
“We’re alone.” Her cyborg confirmed that fact. “I’m activating the program that fucks with listening devices.” A hum filled the air. “I copied your clever programming.”
“I’m impressed.” She nodded. Knowing a cyborg had many benefits. “Then we can talk openly.” There was no need for codes, and that would make the relay of information much easier. “You were given the task of finding the Invaders’ weapon by your captain. You know I have its location. Yet you’ve never tried to extract that information from me.”
“I projected you’d tell me that information when you deemed me worthy of having it.” He shrugged.
“You’ve always been worthy.” She merely hadn’t realized that.
They had reached a stretch of terrain with the clear view she was looking for.
She stopped.
“See that mountain to the right?” She turned her face and her form pointedly toward it. “The one with the perfect peak?”
“The peak is perfect.” Her cyborg frowned.
“It’s too perfect.” Her lips twisted. “No natural peak looks that way.” No one, accustomed like she was, to viewing rocky terrains would believe it was natural. “That mountain wasn’t there five solar cycles ago.”
“The mountain was fabricated.” Drift narrowed his eyes at it. “That’s the manufacturing site for the weapon. The rock blocks the lifeform scans. And it is hidden amidst the other mountains. No one would detect it.”
“We detected it.” She lifted her eyebrows. “A mountain can’t simply appear and no one notice it.”
“They weren’t hiding it from the locals.” Her cyborg met her gaze. “They were hiding it from their enemies off-planet.”
“They were hiding it from beings like your kind. Beings they view as powerful.” She rolled her eyes. “Beings with the ability to stop them, to defend themselves, to wage war against them. And my kind? The Cancris? They view us as beings to use and then dispose of.”
“That’s their way.” Drift didn’t try to deceive her.
She appreciated that. Although she hated the truth.
As she hated the Invaders. “They misjudged us, however.” She lifted her chin. “We might have, historically, been peace-loving beings. And we did, at first, treat them with the warm welcome and the trust we extend to everyone. But now that we know their evil intentions, we’re taking action. We will defend ourselves. And we’ll destroy them and their precious weapon.”
“I’ll be by your side when you do that.” Her cyborg squeezed her hand. “The Humanoid Alliance misjudged my kind also. They viewed us as disposable machines, as unprocessing weapons. We used that to our advantage and escaped their control.”
The Cancris would escape the Invaders’ control also. Roshini’s good mood expanded. “We’re doing this.” She walked with her male. “And I’ll soon be doing you.”
“You can do me later.” He surprised her with that response.
She frowned at him. “You don’t want me to do you?”
“ Doing me implies fast.” He wrapped one of his arms around her waist. “For once in my speed-loving lifespan, I want to go slow.” His voice deepened to a rumble.
Her entire body felt that verbal vibration. It swept over her, plucking at her garment-covered nipples and stroking her fabric-clad pussy. “Oh?”
“Oh.” He drifted his fingertips down her side and she trembled. “I want to lay you down on your primitive sleeping support, strip you naked, and spread your legs.”
That visual made her drip with wanting.
“I’ll admire you for a moment as you should be admired.” He splayed his fingers over her right flight suit-contained hip. “And I’ll store the view of you open and eager for me in both my organic brain and my processors. The image of your glistening pink flesh and tight little entrance will be a part of me. Forever.”
“Fates.” She wiggled. His words were turning her on.
“I’ll breathe you in.” He leaned closer to her and inhaled. His nostrils flared. “I’ll draw the decadent scent of your arousal so deep inside me your musk will be permanently imprinted on my olfactory system. I’ll be branded by your aroma.”
“Will you taste me?” Her voice lowered to a whisper.
“I’ll devour you.” His eyes glinted. “I’ll?—”
“You’ve convinced me.” If she heard more sexy chatter from him, she’d jump his fit physique and they’d die from heat exposure and too much fucking. “I’ll do you later. I want you to activate your devouring plans. Now.”
“Humans are impatient.” His chest shook. The male was laughing at her.
“Humans also walk too slowly.” The caves remained frustratingly far away. She would detonate before they reached there. “I have a need for speed, my cyborg.” She turned to face him. “Show your impatient human how fast you can go.”
She liked it when he carried her. That speed combined with the show of his strength turned her on.
“We’ll break land records this planet rotation, my female.” He scooped her into his arms, handling her as though she weighed less than her handheld, and he dashed forward.
The boulders and sand dunes blurred around them. The wind tousled her simulated hair. She kicked her booted feet and called out encouragement as her cyborg raced with her toward the caves.
His chest heaved. His muscles flexed and released all around her. A smile curved his lips.
The male was almost dauntingly handsome. The power in his form exceeded that of any engine she could design. He listened to her, supported her, and gave her hope for the future.
She trusted him. And she put her faith in very few beings.
She also cared for the male. Too much for her comfort. Because the Plan to blow up the Invaders and their machine would put him, her, and everyone on her team in danger.
But she would think about that later. At the moment, she reveled in the speed of his movements. And the brush of his body against hers.
“Faster.” She urged him forward. “Let’s go faster.”
“Can’t.” He skidded to a stop with her, and she smacked against his arms. “We’re here.”
They’d reached the caves in mere moments.
“We must’ve beaten land records.” She doubted her mounted transport could’ve matched his pace.
“Regretfully, no. We missed it by sixteen heartbeats.” He carried her more leisurely into the cave.
She wiggled against him. “Was it the hard-on?” The bulge in his body armor hadn’t deflated. “I bet the other being wasn’t running with a massive erection.”
“He also wasn’t carrying the most beautiful being in the universe.” Drift grinned at her. “He wasn’t as fortunate as I am.”
Her face heated. Her cyborg said the most wonderful things. “We can try for the record again later.” She met his gaze. “Going fast turns me on.”
He inhaled. “I smell your arousal, my female.” He moved with her to the sleeping support. “And I plan to feast on you.”
Fates. “I plan to be feasted on.” She reclined on the soft surface. “We didn’t check the energy levels.”
“The levels are within human-acceptable ranges.” He removed her boots. “And there were no movements detected.” Her cyborg lifted her right foot and kissed her sole. “I accessed your system remotely.”
She tried to pull her foot away from him. “I’m dirty.”
“You’re perfect.” He smacked his lips against her other sole.
“Is this a cyborg thing?” She eyed him with interest and an unseemly amount of excitement. “Does dirt not bother your kind?”
“Nothing much bothers my kind.” Drift shrugged. “And you’re my female.” He said that as though it explained everything. “Do you not like having your feet kissed?”
“I like it. Too much.” She admitted to that quirk. “And I’m dirty all over.”
“I’ll kiss you all over.” He unfastened her flight suit.
The tension around her chest immediately eased as the built-in binding was loosened.
He pulled the garment down to her hips. “You’ve damaged yourself.” He frowned at her.
She looked at her chest. Pink marks streaked across it. “That’s temporary damage and it’s minor.”
Her cyborg bent over her. “I’ll repair it.” He extended his tongue.
She trembled with anticipation.
He licked one of the binding marks. And she nearly levitated off the sleeping support, it felt so good. Her skin bubbled with his nanocybotics.
Her male laved and sucked and covered her with effervescence. She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her as he leisurely adored her breasts with his tongue and lips.
Fast was thrilling. But sometimes slow was better. And Drift acted as though he was in no rush to complete his self-assigned task.
That drove her wild. She arched her back, pushing her curves against his warm mouth, and she curved her fingers over his scalp.
All she needed was a flick of his tongue over one of her nipples, and she’d?—
The cursed male dragged his lips downward, denying her that release. “You’re so soft.” His words were both felt and heard. “And you’re so mine.”
As he progressed, he left a trail of fizzing over her skin, and her desire ratcheted even higher. She hadn’t believed that was possible. Her toes curled.
Fates. He was right. She was his. In all ways.
He lowered her flight suit more and more, and every part of her he exposed to the cool air, he then heated with his lips, with the flat of his tongue.
Fears for the future and thoughts of vengeance against their shared enemy evaporated. There was only space in her thoughts for her cyborg, for her great yearning.
She ached for his touch, for his repairing, as he called it.
That healing delved deeper than her skin or her flesh. It permeated her battered soul.
When Drift reached her now fuzz-covered mons, she spread her legs. He ignored her blatant request for a pussy licking and he skimmed the tip of his tongue over her hips.
“You’re teasing me.” She shifted under him. Her passion was becoming unbearably intense.
“I’m exploring you.” His eyes glittered. The male knew what he was doing to her. “Like any great pilot, I’m plotting my course. I process my destination.” He gazed at that intimate part of her.
She needed him. Desperately.
“Do I take the scenic route?” He glided his tongue in a wide circle around her pussy, from above her mons, to the left side of her, over her upper thighs, and across her right side to the gentle rounding of her lower stomach.
She shook more and more violently with desire.
“Do I make some stops?” He gripped her knees and parted them more.
His big hands were rough and warm, and she craved that touch over more of her.
And Fates, if he took the heel of one of his palms and ground it against her clit, she’d explode.
“Yes, I see a stop I want to make.” He lapped up the rivulets of wetness streaming down her inner thighs.
Her pussy clenched around nothing. A low moan escaped her lips.
“You’re delicious, my female.” He smacked his lips. Appreciation lit his unique eyes.
“Then drink from me, my male.” She tilted her hips, offering him her pussy. “Give me release before I split into two.”
“Ahhh…you’re requesting a direct trip.” His voice lilted with mirth. “That comes with a cost.”
“If that cost is my mind, I’ve already paid it.” She was wild with yearning. “Land this ship, pilot. Your passenger has reached her breaking point.”
“Human passengers are impatient.” He continued to deny her.
“Lick my clit, you cursed male.” She tugged on his hair.
His shoulders shook, but he finally did as she commanded. Her cyborg swept his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Pleasure blasted her.
And she went emotionally airborne. She screamed while she flung herself upward.
He strapped one of his huge arms over her stomach, pinned her to the sleeping support, and burrowed his handsome countenance in her pussy.
She hooked her legs over his shoulders and rode his face. Drift slurped and sucked as waves of euphoria coursed over her. Her wetness splattered his cheeks and ran down his chin.
He must have been drowning in her pussy juices, yet he didn’t pull away. Her cyborg pressed harder against her. He fucked her tight little hole with his tongue, pulsing his flesh in and out of her entrance. And he feasted on her with gusto.
The pressure, the fullness was divine. She came and came and came. Her head thrashed from side to side. She raked his scalp with her simulated fingernails as bliss bombarded her.
That delicious torment lasted for so long she didn’t think she’d survive it.
Then it eased. He slowed her engines, putting less and less fuel in her system, and she glided back down to reality.
“Fates.” She sagged against the sleeping support. Her limbs had been liquified. Her brain was engulfed with a warm, wonderful haze. “You know how to fly, my cyborg.”
He lifted his head. His gray skin was shiny and slick with her intimate juices. His eyes glowed. “I project I can take you higher, my female.”
“That’s not possible.” She smiled at him. “I saw stars on this trip.”
“You’ll touch the stars on the next one.” Drift grinned.
The cursed male was going to kill her.
She could think of no better way to go.