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“Max!” Falyn screamed a second later as the first wave of a powerful orgasm racked her body. It hit her so hard that Max was somewhat challenged to hold her in place.
She sobbed and shrieked, pushing his head as she became too sensitive. Even after he pulled back, her hips bucked with the hard orgasmic contractions of her womb. Aftershocks rippled through her body even after Max lay beside her, taking her into his arms.
Falyn put her arms around him and pressed her breasts against his chest. His hard length lay between her legs, pressing against her core.
Still shaking intermittently, Falyn rubbed his back and caressed his head as she kissed his neck, murmuring his name and telling him how much she loved him.
“Falyn, sweetheart, I love you so much; those words barely touch my feelings. That you love me back is more than I dared to hope. You are my heart, and I will protect you with my life.”
They kissed and cuddled for a few more minutes before Max rolled her beneath him. “Are you ready for this?” He dragged the length of his cock up over her mons and poised its head at her opening.
“Oh, yeah!” Her eyes widened, and she groaned as his cock filled her wet heat.
“Look at me while I breed with you.” It was worded as a command but spoken as a request.
Falyn smiled at him and gripped his shoulders as he began pumping in and out of her. Watching his face as he fucked her, she knew without a doubt this cyborg owned her heart as he staked his claim repeatedly with every thrust of his cock.
He slammed into her again and again, hitting her G-spot and rubbing her clit almost every time. Quivers of delight rippled through her, steadily raising her toward a pinnacle of ecstasy she had never reached before.
She continued holding his gaze even as he pounded into her, only closing her eyes briefly each time she came. What an incredible turn-on! She could see her future in his eyes, dark and intense with desire born of love. Falyn lost track of how many orgasms she had, or maybe it was one long one that ebbed and flowed until Max pumped his nanite-laden semen into her womb with a roar.
Watching him, Falyn thought he was nothing short of magnificent.Mine!
“Mine!” Max repeated almost as though he’d read her thoughts. Then he kissed her tenderly.
Every battle on every planet they dropped his team, fighting day after day, year after year, brought him to this moment. Falyn was the mate he’d waited for all his life, and now she was his for the rest of it. He could only smile as he lifted his lips from hers and rubbed his nose back and forth over hers.
Colton Price carried his wife, Tessa, to his flyer near where Thrix kept his. He considered stealing Thrix’s superior model, but he didn’t want to give Max any reason to change his mind. Tessa whimpered when he set her in the passenger seat of his flyer.
He wasn’t surprised after seeing the welts on her back and dark pink hand prints on her buttocks. Swearing under his breath, he wished he could kill Thrix again and make him suffer more for what he had done to Tessa. The filthy lizard was a sadist in his sexual pursuits. It was sexual torture.
After a session in Thrix’s playroom, a female would take days to recover without medical intervention. That’s why he needed a harem.
Colton went to the storage compartment behind the seats and took out a bolus of universal nanites from his med kit. “Baby, I need to squirt this up your nose. It’s going to make you feel better.”
“Is itseronome?” Tessa sounded hopeful.
“No, sweetie, just nanites to heal your injuries.”
Tessa sighed. “Okay. Thrix always gave meseronomebefore and after I submit. It makes me forget the pain.”
So, he hooked her on a Mesaarkan euphoria drug on top of everything he had done to her. There was no way he could just take her home and pretend it never happened.
He would have to take her to Starport City Medical Clinic in Farringay. Tessa needed neuro-psychotherapy and detox before he could expect to share a normal life with her.
Stowing the syringe, he closed the passenger door and walked around to the flyer. Dropping into the pilot's seat, he closed the door. Squeezing his eyes shut, he grimaced. How could he ever unsee Thrix fucking his wife strapped into that evil contraption? Maybe he needed a little neuro-psychotherapy himself.
Maybe then the nightmare would really be over.
Chapter Twenty-Three
A week and a half later, Gergis arrived in orbit and sent two shuttles to land on Earth. One with legitimate cargo went to the starport in Farringay, and the other landed at a former park near the building where potential slaves were being held. Only those abductees were at Max’s base of operations preparing for planned new lives in the town.
Driscoll had fulfilled their agreement and called the shuttle down to the usual landing spot. He was terrified of the underground prison-run mines on Penta. He was not the tough guy he pretended to be for the gangers. His hand-to-hand fighting skills were strictly mediocre. But he could shoot, and he could run. Neither would help him escape from the cyborgs. So, he cooperated.
Max and a team of ten armed cyborg protectors were waiting to board the slave shuttle when it landed. Soon as the loading ramp was extended, he scanned it through his internal CPU to locate all the beings aboard it. He discovered eight other beings besides the pilot and copilot. His team had discerned the same intel, so Max gave them their tasks for the raid through the cyborg network.
Armed and armored, Max led the team into the huge freight shuttle. The Mesaarkan medic at the first station was shocked and horrified to greet an armored cyborg with a blaster pointed at his face. He put up his hands in surrender, not daring to move. His job was to scan the abductees for health problems and inject them with microchips to track them.
