Page 16 of Stalker
Before the sun set, they had sex three more times, once in the shower as Stalker had fantasized when he’d pleasured himself there. That round had been far more satisfying than he’d imagined.
After the last time, Stalker could see that Neely was exhausted. He carried her into the bathroom, helped her get cleaned up, and put her back into bed. While she dozed, he went to the kitchen and brought sandwiches and juice for them both. They ate them sitting in bed; Stalker took the plates and tumblers to the washer in the kitchen. By the time he came back to the bedroom, Neely had fallen asleep.
Stalker stood there for a long time watching her, letting himself bask in the joy of claiming his mate. He had planned to show her the rest of the house and the yard around it. There was no way he could deny her when she asked him to breed. The constant erection was getting damned uncomfortable, but letting her make that decision was important.
He thought he could probably have seduced her with kisses and caresses, using her attraction and arousal to turn her on so much that she would give in to her desire. Only afterward she might regret it and not consent to be his mate.
Stalker doubted she was in love with him. He’d heard her mother tell her to accept him because he was conditioned to love her and take care of her. Cyborgs were good mates.
Neely responded mostly to pheromones that made her want to breed with him. Yet, it was more than that. When they coupled, he could feel she was all into it and not just doing it to please him. Her caring seemed real, as if she had a gut feeling that being with him was right for her.
Nothing had felt so right to him. He almost wished he didn’t have California to pull back into the fold. The Los Angeles megalopolis had eaten up the greater L.A. areas, including some towns. So many people died, and their skeletons remained in the ruins.
Stalker understood why Vyken Dark started the restoration at Chicago. It was the home of the Civil Restoration Enclave, an organization formed decades before the war to restore civilization to North America after an apocalyptic event.
Their scientists were responsible for developing cybernetic technology and combining it with genetically engineered humans to defend and reclaim the Earth. Many cyborgs didn’t want to return to Earth when the war was finally over. They were so broken that even the promise of their genetic mates was not enough to pull them back.
They had started the cyborg colony on Phantom. It was a place where they could heal for as long as it took for recovery. Some cyborgs never left, but Stalker’s marine ranger team took the rehab treatment and psychotherapy, so they could come back and find their mates.
Learning there was no plan to find the promised mates was a big setback for many cyborgs. Stalker’s team was angry and disheartened. Then Commander Savage reminded them of how many times they’d done the impossible during the war. Earth was where they were most likely to find their mates.
Vyken Dark’s invitation to help tame the western states was the incentive they needed to go back. What’s more, they’d built a genetic database of females wanting cyborg mates.
Now that Stalker had found Neely, three of their six-man team had mates. He planned to encourage friends still on Phantom to come to Earth. After all, they’d been through, he wanted them to know the joy of finding their genetic mates.
He could still remember it all, but it no longer caused him emotional pain as it had the months after the war when his psyche was still in combat mode. Now his job was restorative… To protect the innocent from those who would use and abuse them.
He couldn’t suppress a tender smile as he watched Neely sleep. He couldn’t stop looping their breeding, the way she touched him and clung to him while he pounded into her. She seemed to revel in their coupling and held him tenderly when he was spent from their powerful orgasm.
Finally, Stalker slid into bed behind her as she slept on her side and cuddled against her spoon fashion.
Neely woke after a full night’s sleep to find Stalker laying on his side with his head propped against his hand, watching her. He smiled and stroked her cheek with his fingertip when she looked at him.
“Morning,” she said. He seemed so happy; she was glad she decided to go ahead and fuck him. Admittedly she had done it as much to satisfy her own desires as to quell his.
Living without sex for so long, she was practically a born-again virgin. Neely expected to be sore down there after so much sex, but she wasn’t. All those nanites he pumped in with his semen must have taken that away.
Stalker wasn’t just a big guy; he had a big cock, too. It had been a tight fit.
As Stalker’s gaze heated, she didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. It was enough to make her pussy clench. Just that look had set her whole body on alert. And they were still naked from last night.
Neely sat up and turned back the covers, excusing herself to use the bathroom.
She knew it had to be that pheromone thing, at least partly. Her nipples were taut, and her pussy was practically dripping when she came back and slid into bed beside Stalker.
“I sense your arousal. Do you wish to breed?” he asked casually as if offering a cup of tea.
“Only if you are up for it.”
“I will always be up for it with you.” He gave her a sexy smirk and leaned over to kiss her.
At first, it was a feathery brush of his lips over hers. Then he drew Neely to the bed’s middle and lay over her with a muscular thigh pressed on her mons. His lips settled on hers in a slow sensual kiss. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, he swirled it around hers while kneading her breast with his palm.
Neely mewled softly as Stalker plucked her erect nipple, then he moved his leg, running his hand over her belly to cup her mons. Dipping two fingers into her wet slit, he found her g-spot and stroked it a few times, pumping his fingers in and out.
She squirmed as he took her arousal to a new level, moaning against his mouth. She could have taken him right then, but Stalker seemed in no hurry.
Ending the kiss, he pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth. Pausing to breathe in her musk, he licked them clean with an “Mm.”
