Page 53 of A Cyborg for the Alien Mercenary

“No… please,” she managed somehow. “I want you in me when I come.”

The world spun as he surged upright with a growl, his eyes burning with dark hunger.

The broad head of his cock pressed against her, and her breath came in short gasps as she looked up at him. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside her… stretching her… filling her completely.

She watched, transfixed, as their bodies joined, her tender flesh parting around the thick bar of his cock. The hot slide of flesh in flesh drew a moan from her, and before she knew it, he was fully seated, his balls against her ass. Her pussy fluttered around him, nerve endings she hadn’t known she even had singing.

He stilled for a moment, looking down at her as if to check she was okay before he pulled his hips back just as slowly.

She whimpered. Fuck, he felt as good sliding out as he had pushing in.

But that was the last slowness she would experience for a while.

He thrust back into her with a rhythm that stole her breath and then set up a hard and fast pace. Each thrust was a delicious friction. Her body arched, her hips rising to meet each powerful stroke as her moans filled the room.

He leaned over her, his breath hot on her skin, his voice a low, possessive rumble.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his words dirty and dominant. “Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. I’ll mark you as mine so no other male will ever be able to look at you again.”

His hands tightened on her hips, yanking her and impaling her onto him as he surged forward. Her eyes all but rolled back in her head as his cock delved deep. “I’ll kill anyone who dares to try and take what’s mine.”

Reaching between them, he stroked her clit, his fingers working their magic as he fucked her hard and fast. The bed rocked with each powerful thrust, her hips snapping against his in a frantic rhythm.

“That’s it, little one,” he rumbled. “Take it all. Take every inch of this thick, Vorrtan cock.”

The dirty words sent her spiraling into oblivion. She cried out as her release crashed over her and shattered her apart. Her vision went white, her body bowing as her inner walls clenched around him.

With a hoarse, primal shout that shook the room, he thrust into her a final time. His body tensed, his powerful muscles locking tight as he came. The thick cock buried deep inside her throbbed with his release. Each pulse bathed her inner walls with his hot seed. The feeling pushed her into another climax, her body trembling as she cried out his name.

Panting, she lay beneath him as he settled against her, sliding his arms under her neck to brace himself as he buried his face against her throat. Tenderness welled up inside her, and shestroked his back gently as they came down from their shared high.

“You’re mine,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck. “Now and always, little one. And I’m never, ever letting you go.”

Covak stirred,immediately aware of the warm, soft body nestled against his chest as he came out of sleep. Jesh. A soft smile curved his lips as he tightened his arms around her, nestling her more comfortably against the wide expanse of his chest. The only sound in the room was the gentle rasp of their breathing and the gentle hum of the ship’s engines through the deck plates.

He took a deep breath, holding it in his lungs to savor her scent. It was soft and delicate, even though he knew she was a hardened soldier—floral with the sweetness of sun-warmed skin. Memories of last night with her filled his mind, and a low rumble of satisfaction escaped him.

He opened his eyes to look down at her. His vision was perfect in low light, so he could see her clearly. His gaze traced the outline of her delicious little figure wrapped in the sheet he’d used to carry her here when they’d finished in the medbay. He’d worn her out so much that she’d barely murmured in protest. Male triumph filled him. She was a super-soldier with an onboard power core, and he’d managed to wear her out.

He didn’t need much sleep, no Vorrtan did, so he’d simply lain there with her in his arms, watching her while she slept. Not in a creepy way, though. In a he couldn’t believe she was actually his sort of way. He’d spent the night memorizing every detail—the weight of her head on his biceps, the tickle of her breath against his skin, and the occasional twitch of her fingers againsthis chest. Like she couldn’t help touching him even in sleep. That fed his male pride even more. His mate reached for him even when she was out of it.

Sounds past the door, out in the rest of the ship, told him the others were beginning to stir. Rann always took the night shift… actually Covak had no idea when the guy slept since he was always awake during the day as well.

He looked down at the precious bundle in his arms. Part of him wanted to wake her, to see her eyes light up with sleepy recognition and… hopefully, pleasure to see him. But the medic in him wanted to let her sleep. Well, some of that was actually him being greedy as he’d get to hold her longer, but she’d had a rough couple of days, and even hard-as-nails cyborg super-soldiers needed to get their rest.

Then she woke up, taking the decision out of his hands.

She didn’t wake like most people, in a gradual coming to consciousness. Instead, one moment her body was lax with sleep and the next she looked at him, her eyes clear and alert. He froze. Was she awake or was this just her onboard? But then she smiled softly and relaxed against him with a soft murmur. Relief rolled through him. While he knew her onboard was a part of her, speaking to it when she was unconscious felt… odd. Wrong. Like he was delving into her brain without permission.

He grinned. “Okay, that’s going to take some getting used to. Can all Zodiacs do that?”

She shrugged, the movement causing the sheet to slip slightly, revealing the soft curve of her breast. His attention latched on to it, his cock twitching slightly. “Most of us, apart from the infiltration models. They act a lot more human because that’s what they’re coded to do.”

He nodded, curiosity rolling through him. Her kind were the same as his, created by someone else to fight their wars for them. He wanted to know all about her. But still, he was hesitant as heasked, not wanting to bring up bad memories for her. “So you all have different specialties?”

She nodded. “Twelve classes, one for each sign of the Zodiac, each with different base coding. Aries units are demolition specialists. Sagittarius models excel in heavy weapons and sniping. Gemini classes are infiltration and espionage specialists. They’re usually twins and so beautiful it makes your teeth ache. Seduction is their preferred method of infiltration.”

“Oh?” He couldn’t help the small growl that rolled from the back of his throat. “Do you know any of these Gemini?”

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