Page 26 of Stalker
“Got it. We don’t have any way to get them there or a place to keep them until transport can come to get them.” Neely hunkered down and released the cuffs on each man. They’d been unconscious for a long time, so she checked for a pulse, and they were both still alive.
“Let’s go home,” Stalker said as he walked to the sky cycle. He stashed his rifle in its sling and climbed on, waiting while Neely stowed the cuffs and her rifle. When she had settled in the seat behind him, he started the engine.
Sending it hovering straight up high over the treetops, he morphed the vehicle into flyer mode, pivoted northward, and gunned it toward home.
After landing the sky cycle inside the garage, Stalker and Neely went straight to the weapons room to stow their weapons and Neely’s armor belt. As Neely returned her belt to its case, she glanced up to find Stalker naked with his cock fully engorged. She smiled at him.
“I think I need you to join me in the shower for some heavy breeding.” Neeley went to stand in front of him, sliding her hands up around his neck and leaning into him.
“Exactly what I had in mind.”
Stalker gripped her waist and lifted her up against him, chest to chest, and Neely lifted her legs to curl around him. Taking the opportunity to cup and squeeze her buttocks, he looked into her eyes, his own smoldering with lust.
They pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss as Stalker hugged her to him, basking in her tenderness as their tongues swirled in a sensual dance. Each savored the warm pressure of body against body.
Neely was beginning to admit that Stalker was starting to feel like home. She had glimpsed raw emotion more than a few times when he watched her and didn’t seem to notice she had seen.
She was also more sexually attuned to him than she had ever been with anyone. He was all alpha when he fucked her long and hard, and she loved it.
Stalker had already started toward their en suite before their kiss had finished. He set her on her feet inside the bathroom and helped her take off the thin undergarment she wore under her armor. The shower started with a fine mist as he lifted her and pressed her against the smooth stone tile wall.
Neely wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips.
Feeling her slick against his belly, he found her entrance with the tip of his cock and slid it into her, causing them both to groan in pleasure. He always seemed to know if she needed foreplay to take his cock.
Sometimes, she only had to look at him and remember how he could make her feel, and she would be wet for him.
Now that she was situated, Stalker slid his hands between them and tweaked and rolled her nipples between his fingers, watching her face. Neely didn’t hide her pleasure as her inner walls contracted around his cock. Slowly thrusting in and out, he kissed her face, dragging his lips over her jawline to her earlobe.
She moaned as he sucked on her earlobe and nibbled it while teasing her nipples. After a few more thrusts, he kissed his way down her neck to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Kissing his way back up to her mouth, he claimed her lips hungrily in a deep passionate kiss.
He pinched her nipples to the edge of pain during the kiss, which shot frissons of pleasure to her core. Water rained down on them harder, mostly hitting Stalker’s back while he moved to cup her buttocks with his hands.
Thrusting at a slow and steady pace, Stalker held her lips hostage, to his plundering. He gradually picked up the pace until he rammed his cock into her hard and fast, chasing that mutual orgasm to ecstasy.
Neely huffed and moaned, clinging to his shoulders and digging her heels into his ass as their hips slammed together. In… Out… In… Out… There was such joy in how their bodies came together and pulled back to come together again.
Stalker took her through two orgasms before he came on her third. Neely keened as his hot semen poured into her, and she jerked with the contractions his pulsing cock sent through her body.
It was so good! …Because it was Stalker. Neely could not help feeling tenderness and affection for this cyborg male who was attentive to her pleasure.
Her attraction to him was just as powerful as that first day, maybe even more so. Yet it was more than that. They were becoming friends as well as lovers. She was slow to understand that she didn’t have to guard her feelings in her relationship with Stalker. He was committed to loving her as his lifemate.
He almost seemed to love her unconditionally, if that was possible. That they were genetic mates was all he needed to know.
They kissed and caressed for a time as their orgasms waned and finally separated. Rinsing off under the shower spray, Stalker took the precious shampoo and proceeded to wash Neely’s hair. Then he took the cottage industry bar soap, rubbing it into the washcloth until it was coated with thick suds. He used it to wash her from head to toe, dragging it over her body so it almost felt like foreplay.
Neely did the same for him while he washed his own hair because he was too tall for her to do it well. By the time they were rinsed and dried, they were primed for another round of sex in their bed.
Neely was still asleep when Stalker woke her by shaking her upper arm. She groaned sleepily. “Is it time to go already? I feel like I just went to sleep.”
“Because you did, sweetheart. I have to go help Darken raid a human trafficking operation.”
“Hold on, I’ll come with you,” she said immediately.
“No, it’s too dangerous. They already shot Darken’s mate. I won’t risk losing you. I only woke you to tell you so you would know where I went.” He kissed her quickly before she could protest, and he was gone.
It was dawn, but their bedroom was still dark. They had made love deep into the night, and Neely admitted to herself she wasn’t up for a ride to the east coast, let alone for a raid. She worried briefly for his safety, but he was a cyborg. He’d fought nearly a hundred years in an interstellar war and lived to save her life.
