Page 3 of Stalker
“Thanks, I will.” Stalker nodded. “I’ll let you know how things turn out.”
As Max flew off on his sky cycle, Stalker studied his female’s face, amazed at how she so closely matched the avatar he’d known in his virtual life in stasis. The only major difference was that the avatar had long brown hair, whereas his actual female had short-cropped brown hair tipped in bright red and piercings in her nose and ears with small silver rings. Her facial shape, mouth, nose, and cheekbones were like the avatar.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He so wished she would wake. He wanted to know everything about her…. To kiss her soft full lips and hold her in his arms… To strip her bare and worship every inch of her body with his lips and tongue.
His cock went hard as he just thought about breeding her. Only, he knew that she might have other ideas. Just because she looked like the avatar didn’t mean she would instantly accept him as her mate. They had all been warned that their genetic mate would not adhere to the behavior of the avatar mate.
Since she hadn’t regained consciousness, Stalker got up, lifting her in his arms, deciding he needed to find shelter where she could rest and recover. Someone else could come along to make trouble before his female awakened.
His home outside Los Angeles ruins was on the other side of the continent. Stalker carried her to his sky cycle and harnessed her in the passenger seat, then he picked up her helmet and stowed it in the cargo compartment. He took his seat in front and converted the vehicle into a mini-flyer complete with a closed cockpit.
Sending it straight up into the air, he headed west above the treetops for about fifteen minutes, scanning for an unoccupied house that could shelter them while his female recovered. He found an empty farmhouse by an old road with some windows intact and no neighbors nearby.
Stalker set the cycle down by a side porch one step up from the ground. Extracting the woman from the bike, he carried her inside through an old kitchen and into a sitting room containing a couple of stuffed chairs and a ragged sofa. Everything was covered in a layer of dust. Balancing her over his shoulder, he took a small cylinder from his pouch belt. As he opened it, a tab popped out so he could pull out the compressed plastic blanket within. Spreading it over the couch, he laid his female on it.
Stalker secured his cycle from his internal computer and paced the room while he rescanned her because she was not waking up. Cross-referencing the result of his scan with medical protocol internally, he determined another bolus of nanites might help and definitely wouldn’t hurt.
After giving her the second nanite bolus, Stalker sat in the chair perpendicular to the sofa so he could watch her. He was too anxious and excited to rest, alternating between sitting and pacing and rescanning her to gauge her recovery progress.
Every minute seemed like an hour, although each scan showed improvement. Meanwhile, Stalker contacted Captain Savage and the other team members to tell them he’d found his genetic mate. That was a formality to let them know he needed time to work out a relationship with her.
He paused in his pacing and stood by the sofa, looking down at her. Unable to help himself, Stalker bent to stroke her smooth cheek with his fingers. The woman sucked in a breath and opened her eyes with a start as he touched her.
“What are you doing? Who are you?” She struggled to sit up, so Stalker hunkered down and helped her, gripping her forearm and slipping his hand behind her back.
“Waiting for you to regain consciousness. I just wanted to see if your skin was as smooth and soft as it looked,” he told her honestly.
“Who the hell are you, and why did you shoot down my flyer?” She started to get up and lost her balance as she stood, falling back on the couch.
“Wow, so dizzy,” she muttered.
“We didn’t shoot you down; it was the flyer behind you. We shot him down.”
“Where is my flyer? I have to get the cargo out.” she struggled, trying to get up again.
“Sh, sh, sh. Take it easy. You have a concussion and were shaken up pretty good.” He squatted in front of her to be closer to eye level. “I am Stalker Knight, your cyborg.”
“What!? What do you mean?”
“You are my genetic mate, the one female I can breed and make a family with.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” she asserted. “I’m not anyone’s breeder, and I don’t even know you.”
Stalker sighed. He should have known it couldn’t be that easy. Darken was lucky. His female had asked for a cyborg mate, so she accepted to bond with him right away.
“I understand that getting to know me will take time,” he said, meeting her gaze. “I’m sorry to tell you; your flyer is a total loss. It was on fire when it crashed, and I pulled you out just before it exploded and finished burning up. Whatever you were carrying was destroyed as well.”
“How do I know that you aren’t just saying that?”
“I can’t lie. Everything was recorded on my internal computer.” Stalker stood and took out a small computer tablet. Sitting beside her on the sofa, he brought up the hologram of the crash starting where her plane was hit.”
“Omigod, they're going to kill me,” she murmured.
“Why, what were you carrying?”
“Guns...Ion rifles.”
“For who?”
