Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Drift ripped off his body armor as soon as they entered their ship. He juggled her between his big hands while he undressed.
Roshini hurried to strip as expediently, but she couldn’t match her cyborg’s speed. He was naked before she had pulled off her flight suit.
He assisted her with that task. His tantalizingly rough fingertips skimmed over her breasts and hips and thighs. Every not-so-casual touch ratcheted her need for him higher.
“Fates, I want you.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders with her fingers. Her pussy lips pressed against his stomach. Every ripple of his abs caressed her.
Her entire form vibrated with a soul-deep yearning.
“You’ll have me, my female.” Drift propped her against the closest wall. That surface was cool against her skin. “You’ll have all of me.”
“Yeah.” She lifted her chin.
Her cyborg knew what she was asking for. He covered her lips with his, and she opened to him. He stroked in and out of her mouth, fucking that part of her as she wanted him to fuck her pussy – hard and fast. Her flesh hummed. His nanocybotics sparred with hers.
Roshini craved more contact, and she was determined to take it. She undulated against her male, savoring the unrelenting feel of him. He was muscle over hard frame, and the pressure against her clit and the rest of her was divine.
A rumble rose in his chest. Those vibrations reverberated through her, setting off tiny emotional explosions within her.
She moaned into his mouth. The urgency of her wanting intensified to almost unbearable levels. She shifted against him, seeking to find relief only he could give her.
Drift, without breaking their lip lock, pulled his hips back. His cock bumped against her once, twice.
She nipped at his tongue with her teeth, punishing him for that teasing.
His chest shook. The cursed male was laughing at her.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
Her cyborg groaned and leaned into that pain.
His sexy reaction didn’t help her torturously turned-on state.
Roshini squirmed against him.
“Patience, my little human.” His voice lilted with humor.
“Speed, my big cyborg.” She wiggled some more. “Make me forget everything except you.”
Drift was a part of her. She could never erase him from her brain. Or her body.
He was her mate. She cared for him.
Fates. No. That wasn’t the full truth.
She loved him. She loved her cyborg.
With her whole heart. And the rest of her
That revelation shifted her universe.
Stunned, she stared at Drift.
His eyes widened also. He must’ve seen the depths of her feelings for him. “My female.” His voice lowered. “You?—”
“No.” It was too new. She didn’t want to talk about it. Not now. Maybe not ever. “Fuck me, Drift.” She smacked his chest with the flat of her palms so hard she left pink marks on his gray skin.
He jerked. Bolts of energy flashed in his eyes.
Her cyborg pulled back and then thrust deep.
Roshini was filled with his huge, hard cock. His base slapped her pussy lips. Her ass hit the wall.
She gasped and arched her back. Her breasts pushed against his chest. The brush of her nipples along his pecs added to her stimulation.
Drift froze in place. “Did I damage?—”
“Harder.” She whacked his ass cheeks with her bare heels.
His cock bobbed inside her. More storm clouds formed in his eyes.
He drew back to his tip, paused for three heartbeats, and then drove into her again.
“Yeah.” Heat spread over her skin. Her arousal compounded. “Faster.”
Her cyborg retreated, paused, and then advanced, retreated, paused, and then advanced. It was good. Fates, it was good. But his pace was too controlled. His rhythm was too regulated.
She wanted him as wild as she was. “More.”
He didn’t alter his fucking. Her protective male was Fates-bent on being careful with her.
“I said, ‘more’.” She surged forward and bit his chin.
Light burst in his eyes. A growl escaped his lips.
And then all chaos broke loose.
Her cyborg drove into her again and again and again, fucking her with a thrilling savagery, giving her the more she had been wanting.
Their bodies crashed together. That impact reverberated through Roshini’s form and propelled her into the wall. Hard.
Her skin burned from that sweet abuse.
All she could do was clasp his shoulders and hold on. Every collision with her unrelenting male stole the breath from her lungs and pushed her closer to fulfillment.
It was exhilarating. And hot. And exactly what she needed.
All thoughts of the upcoming plan, of the losses she’d soon suffer, of the dangers facing her, but most especially her cyborg, evaporated under the fervor of their passion.
She escaped within the fuck and lost herself between Drift’s arms. He was her world, her everything.
Determined to match his fervor, she moved into him, meeting her male halfway. Her muscles strained. Her desire deepened.
She panted with effort and with excitement. Sweat ran in rivulets down her neck and between her breasts. Her cyborg grunted. The sounds of their breeding echoed in the space.
Streaks of energy shot across his gray eyes. His biceps bulged. His fingers curved under her thighs as he repetitively pinned her against the wall with his big cock. His beautiful gray skin glistened with the wetness from her body.
Fates, she loved the way he fucked her. And she loved him . She loved his strength, his courage, his joy, his support, his caring. With him, she felt safe and she felt as though she belonged.
She hadn’t experienced that…ever. Even before the Invaders arrived, she was acutely aware she was a human living in a Cancri settlement. She was welcomed and cared for, but she wasn’t one of them. Not truly.
With her cyborg, she was his and he was hers. In all ways. Connection flowed from her to him and back again. It amplified her wanting.
“Close.” She warned her male. Her arms and legs trembled. “Need.”
“I process your need.” He drove into her and swiveled his hips.
Pleasure bombarded her and she lifted off. “Love.” That word burst from her mouth. She clenched his cock with her inner walls.
“Love.” He roared that brain-blasting reply. His eyes went dark. Nanocybotic-infused cum blasted from his tip and bathed her flesh.
That bliss propelled her emotionally higher. She screamed and she soared and she constricted around him again.
He relayed more of his essence to her. Her euphoria escalated.
That exquisite cycle repeated and repeated and repeated. She flew with her cyborg into the sun-like ecstasy of release.
They reached almost intolerable heights. The rapture became too much for her. It was too good. She quaked violently against Drift, twisting within his embrace, uncaring that she was situated far above the floor.
Her male didn’t allow her to fall. He secured her to the wall with his chest and arms and cock, and he murmured words she couldn’t decipher against her skin.
Moments passed.
Roshini returned to reality. Her body sagged against his. “Fates. I love you.”
Drift’s systems must have rebooted. He kissed her forehead and murmured, “I love you too, my female.” His tone held all the warmth of that caring.
The wariest of beings, and she could definitely qualify for that title, couldn’t deny the truth in his words.
Her cyborg loved her. He loved her.
She glowed.
Their future was uncertain. The Plan they were undertaking was extremely risky. Many aspects of it could go seriously wrong.
But Drift loved her, and she loved him, and they would face their fate—whatever it was—together.
* * *
They fucked two more times. Slower. With more tenderness and less urgency.
She slept for a short while. Her cyborg recharged as he held her. When she woke, they ate nourishment bars and she drank beverage.
Then they readied themselves for the Plan. Neither of them tidied their forms. Roshini wanted her male’s scent on her. And Drift seemed to feel the same way.
Her cyborg dressed in his body armor and boots. He filled his holsters and sheaths with weapons. Then he covered his ensemble with the lifeform-blocking cloak. Fabric from another cloak had been attached to his boots.
He should now be undetectable by the Invaders’ systems. They’d tested the ensemble many times, verifying that. It should conceal him from any technological monitoring.
Roshini donned her seductress outfit.
Her body pigment, for that disguise, was the palest of pink. It was almost white. She dabbed darker pink pigment on her nipples. Her simulated hair was long and straight and blonde.
The fingernails she adhered were a bright shade of pink. They matched her garment, which was admittedly not much of a garment at all. Curve-enhancing bands of fabric barely covered her breasts. The top was held in place with flimsy straps. An ass-length bolt of fabric circled her ass, hips, and mons. Her bright-pink boots reached mid-thigh.
The heels of that footwear had been altered to hold cylinders of Erinomean Green Fire. Those hidden compartments wouldn’t be used.
Drift would carry the explosives.
He slid them into carefully selected holsters. “You look beautiful, my female.”
She smiled. He thought she looked beautiful in every disguise. “The males only see my breasts.” The cut of the fabric was designed to make that part of her look more…bountiful.
“Your breasts are wonderful.” Her cyborg gazed at them with open admiration. The bulge in his body armor, despite their previous three rounds of fucking, was flatteringly pronounced. “But I prefer to look into your eyes.”
His admission melted her heart. “Because my eyes are the only part of me that’s truly real?”
“Because in your eyes, I see your courage, your cleverness, your love.” He smiled at her.
“Fates, you can talk, my cyborg.” She moved closer to him. “And remember, this planet rotation, that I do love you.”
What she had to do, what Drift would see, would test their relationship.
“The Invader will…grope me.” She wrinkled her nose. That had always bothered her, but she had to tolerate it. They needed the enemy male in order to gain entry to the leader portion of the structure. “I’ll flirt with him, chatter to him as though I want to breed with him, touch him also.”
Thankfully, that was all she’d have to do with the Invader this planet rotation. They wouldn’t progress further than touching.
“But know that I’m doing that for the Plan.” She placed her palms on Drift’s body armor-covered chest. “The Invader is a vicious being.” She shuddered as she remembered the enemy’s past cruelties. He’d killed and he’d maimed too many Cancris, and he hadn’t been kind to her either. “When he dies, no one in the universe will miss him. That includes me.”
Her cyborg wrapped his arms around her. “Did he damage you?”
The Invader had seized every opportunity he could to hurt her. After a meeting with him, she would return to her cave covered in scratches and dark bruises.
“I can take the damage, my male.” She lifted her chin. The pain was and would be one of the prices she paid to ensure the success of their Plan.
Drift’s eyes turned scarily cold. “He’ll die.”
The Invader would die. And she would celebrate that occurrence. Innocent beings everywhere would be safer when he was no longer alive.
But the timing of that death was important. “Don’t kill him until after we’ve accessed the leaders’ chambers.” They needed the vicious male for that part of the Plan.
Drift paused for a heartbeat and then nodded. “I won’t kill him until that time.” He swept his lips over hers. “I would never put our mission at risk.”
Roshini knew that. But she also didn’t want to test his restraint.
She would try to hide the hurt the Invader inflicted on her.
“I love you, my Drift.” She met her cyborg’s gaze. “If anything goes wrong?—”
“Nothing will go wrong.” His jaw jutted.
It wasn’t the first mission, as he called it, she’d undertaken. There were many components to a successful plan, and many of those components could go wrong.
If that happened, her cyborg would try to save her. And he would try to save himself.
But she was achingly aware that might not be possible.
She could lose him. She could die.
And she didn’t want any words to be unspoken.
“Know that I’ve loved you and been loved by you a lifespan’s worth in these past planet rotations.” She kissed his chin. Her bite mark had long faded. “I think I loved you the first moment I met you. That’s why I trusted you.” Her lips twisted. “I don’t trust easily.”
“I noticed that.” His tone was dry, but his eyes sparkled with humor.
“It isn’t a secret.” She laughed. “Being with you makes me so very happy. And I didn’t think I’d ever feel that way again. Thank you, my cyborg.”
She smacked her lips against his chin again.
“Thank you, my female.” He smiled at her and her breath hitched. The male was so blasted handsome. “Thank you for your trust and for your love.” He swept his lips over hers. “Before I met you, I lived for speed. Flying fast and breaking records was my focus.” He pulled her closer to him. “Now, I live for you—to hear you laugh, to feel your touch, to see the caring in your big brown eyes. And I only want to fly fast with you by my side. You’re my copilot in all things.”
“You’re my copilot also.” Her voice was husky with emotion. “I love you, my male.” She needed to say that again. And again. And again. She wanted him never to doubt her love.
“I love you, my female.” Drift bent his head and kissed her until her knees threatened to buckle.
Then they walked out of the modified freighter toward the mounted transport. They had left the machine at her cyborg’s chosen landing site before assuming command of the ship.
The panels had already been changed. They were bright pink, matching her garment, and they were decorated with flowers and swirls.
Pink tassels were attached to the grips.
Her cyborg grinned as she climbed onto the machine.
She was aware the look was…excessive.
But that was intentional. The abundance of pink and her barely-concealed breasts were all the Invaders remembered. They didn’t take her seriously due to that combination.
None of them thought a pink-loving breasty female was capable of leading a rebellion against them. They dismissed her as a threat.
And that would kill them all in less than a shift.
“Come on, my male.” Roshini patted the expanse of seat behind her. “Let’s go save the world.”
Drift laughed and got onto the machine. His form folded around hers. His fingers splayed over her bared stomach.
That skin-on-skin contact sent energy surging through her form.
She revved the engines.
They shot forward, moving in the direction of the mountain and toward their destiny.
Together.
* * *
Drift jumped off the mounted transport at the designated spot. It was an easy run, he claimed, from there to the base of the invaders’ mountain.
For him . Her cyborg was fast.
Roshini gunned her machine’s engines, determined to beat him to the site.
The sun blazed down on her. The wind blew her simulated hair back.
But there was no joy in the ride. Beings would die today. Beings she loved. And she and her male were in danger also.
She spun to a stop near the workers’ entrance.
Her deliberately dramatic arrival snagged the surrounding beings’ attention. Heads turned.
Roshini slid off the machine. Then she bent and brushed the sand off her boots.
That gave the two gun-toting Invaders guarding the structure’s open doors a clear view of her breasts.
The males leered and whistled and made rude gestures at each other.
She hid her disgust under a fake smile and straightened.
“I’ve missed you, boys.” She exaggerated the sway of her hips as she strolled toward them. “You know how to show a girl some appreciation.”
Awareness flowed over her.
Her cyborg had arrived at the site.
She had won their race. Barely.
But she’d have to wait to celebrate. She had some Invaders to seduce.
“If you weren’t Gacy’s girl, we’d show you more than appreciation.” The short male grabbed his uniform-covered crotch.
Fates, he was disgusting.
Roshini maintained her clueless expression. “If I wasn’t Gacy’s girl, I’d want that more.” She winked at the male. “Do you like my outfit?”
She jiggled her curves as she slowly turned. The combination exposed more of her pale skin.
That drew both of the Invaders’ gazes to her.
“It’s new.” She clasped her hands together. That pose deepened the valley between her breasts.
“It’s pink.” The taller male ogled her chest.
“I like pink.” She giggled. “And I like garments. Though the straps on this one tend to slip.”
She let one of them fall. That not-so-casual action completely exposed her right breast.
The males sucked in their breaths.
A dark blur streaked through the doors behind them.
Her cyborg was inside the structure. And no alarms had sounded.
Some of the tension eased from Roshini’s form. He had breached the first level of security.
The lifeform-scan-concealing cloak must’ve worked.
“Oopsie.” She fixed her strap, covering her breast once more. “I have to keep the nippies out of the sun.” She leaned toward the males. “They’re very sensitive.”
The Invaders gaped at her.
The sight of her chest seemed to have struck them speechless.
She did have great breasts.
“I’ll let you know if Gacy likes my outfit, boys.” She sauntered toward the entrance. “Maybe you can help me with my straps then.”
“We’ll see you, all of you, much sooner.” The short male sniggered.
She didn’t know what that meant. But they didn’t attempt to stop her.
Roshini entered the structure. The space was dimly lit. There would be plenty of shadows for Drift to hide in.
And there weren’t many beings around the site to spot him.
All the Invaders seemed to be gathered in the closed-off and shielded beverage station. There was a wall-sized viewing portal.
But they were laughing and chattering and paying no attention to anything.
Luam was situated at the first manufacturing position. He met her gaze for a heartbeat.
Everything was proceeding according to plan, that look said.
His friend returned his attention to the weapon panels he was fusing together. A tool was set by his section of the machine.
Luam’s hands were steady. His expression was serene.
Her friend was ready.
Roshini maintained her vapid smile.
She had to be ready also.