Containing Malice, page 17
Malice would never rely on another being’s assurances regarding the safety of his female. His chin lifted. He would never leave her side, would protect her his fraggin’ self.
“Patch relayed you saved the human female’s lifespan, Medic Illona.” Cadet addressed his female. “On behalf of our community and her not-yet-identified warrior, I thank you.”
Malice’s female glowed. “It was my role.”
She was too blasted modest. Pride expanded his chest. His female was skilled at repairing beings.
“It’s a role we very much need filling on Mercury Minor.” Cadet’s tone was sincere. “We have no one who has expertise on human and humanoid repairs. There are 1,035 humans and humanoids on the planet, and 97.1981 percent of them are female. Male cyborgs are taking on the tasks of repairing beings, but they require trainers. Patch relayed you were skilled at that role also.”
“He learned quickly.” His little medic redirected some of the praise.
Malice squeezed her. He was honored to be her warrior.
“The role of Lead Medic to the humans and humanoids on Mercury Minor is yours if you desire it.” Cadet surprised both of them with that offer, his female jerking in his arms. “You will have your choice of domicile, will have the best medic bay we can fabricate, the best equipment and supplies we can obtain.”
“Whoa.” Illona glanced at him as though needing to confirm the female’s words.
Malice nodded. Cyborgs didn’t lie.
“I project you will want to stay by your female’s side, C Model.” Cadet’s tone turned dry. “But we also have training structures and mock battles and other tasks to keep a warrior occupied.”
He grunted. Stopping his female from damaging herself would fully occupy his time.
Cadet glanced at Valor. Her nose wrinkled. “Patch relays you have eased some of the humanoid females’ emotional damage, E Model. There is always a role on Mercury Minor for cyborgs who are skilled at interacting with newly-arrived humans and humanoids.”
“I would have a role on your planet?” Valor’s disbelief irritated Malice.
“Their processors would have to be fraggin’ malfunctioning not to give you a role.” He frowned at his friend. “Your prowess in battle and your loyalty would be coveted by any being.”
“I’m damaged.” The E Model held out his arms.
“You are damaged if you project that diminishes your value, you illogical bag of bolts.” Malice shook his head. “I should—”
“If you stay on Mercury Minor, there are rules.” Cadet interrupted their communications. “You can receive transmissions, but you can’t transmit. You’ll keep your recording abilities deactivated until stated otherwise. Details about the planet won’t be shared with anyone off-planet. Disagreements with other residents are discussed with me before they are acted upon. If the planet and its residents are threatened, you will help defend it. And all the previous agreements also apply.”
They would have to give her their support when she asked for it. Malice grunted again.
Nothing asked of them was a hardship for him…except “If someone touches my female, I will pound him into the ground.”
“No one will touch your female.” Cadet rolled her eyes. “Fraggin’ hole, you sound like my dad.” She blew out her breath. “Process the possibilities. I will ask each of you for your individual answers one shift from now.”
“There will be no individual answers.” Malice glared at the female’s already retreating back.
Grudge lumbered behind her.
“The role on Mercury Minor is appealing.” Valor watched them depart also. “I would be needed.”
He was needed. Malice cast his friend a dark look.
“But I will be transported wherever you decide to go.” The E Model shrugged. “My place is by your side.”
His friend would choose staying with them over accepting the role on Mercury Minor. Malice would do the same. He gazed down at the female in his arms. “What is your preference, Medic?”
He would give his little human control over their futures.
She pursed her lips. Her forehead furrowed with thought lines.
“No.” He rejected whatever was flowing through that suicidal brain of hers. “We are remaining together. Our individual answers will be the same, female. Delete any other processing.”
Because they wouldn’t survive their separation. He would kill every being he saw, and she would sacrifice her fraggin’ lifespan to save a blasted blade of vegetation.
His anger, and his trepidation, spiraled upward.
“You two discuss it.” Valor bumped against him. “Tell me what you decide.”
The E Model returned to the chamber, leaving Malice with his stubborn female.
“I have to think about what is right for each of us.” She patted his body armor-covered chest.
“There is no each of us.” He bellowed that truth, trying to blast it into her big brain. “There is all of us. All of us.”
Fraggin’ hole. He had to breed with her, release some of the tension inside of him before he exploded. Holding her tiny form tight against his chest, not allowing her to escape him, he stomped toward the storage chamber.
His female touched his chin, that caress almost bringing him to his knees. “Malice, you—”
“There is no me.” He shook with need. “There is only us.” He entered the storage chamber with her. Blast it. The space was tiny. But he would make it work for them.
Before he did that, he had to tell her the state of things between them.
“I’m not skilled at repairing like the J Model is.” He begrudgingly admitted to that inadequacy. “I don’t chatter like Valor does. I won’t tell you I see you and only you when you walk into a chamber. Or I live for your clever observations, holding my breath while I wait for you to speak. Or the mere scent of you gives me a hard-on.” He sported one for her right now. “I’m often angry and I prefer to kill rather than save lifespans.”
Her lips parted.
“No.” He pressed one of his fingertips against that lush flesh, silencing her. “Don’t speak. Not yet.” The words bubbling inside him had to be fraggin’ said. “Other males might be more worthy of you, but none of them will ever protect you as I do. I would die for you, kill for you. No one will tend to you as I do, cleaning your white medic jacket, bundling your hair neatly on top of your head the way you prefer it, ensuring you eat nourishment bars and drink beverage and sleep, restoring your energy levels.”
He propped her against the wall, leaned his forehead against hers. That contact soothed him, allowed him to say the rest.
“No one will ever desire you as I do, with all of my body, my heart, my soul.” Frag. He wanted her—all of her, her curves, her mind, her caring. “No one will ever be as proud of a being as I am of you.” He brushed his lips against hers. “There will be no individual answer from me because I live for you, only you. You are mine. My answer is your answer.”
She gazed at him, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open.
He gazed back at her, showing her all the emotions he was trying to express.
“You love me?” She whispered that question.
That she had to ask it irritated the fraggin’ hole out of him.
“Yes. I love you.” He scowled at her. “That’s what I’ve been communicating for the past few moments, chattering like a blasted fool in this cursed cramped space.” He kicked a container. “I feel the human love emotion for you. And I’m not leaving your side. Ever. Add that input when you’re processing your answer to Cadet.”
His little medic would weigh her decision about their future carefully. He processed that now. Because that was who she was, and because she cared about him, about Valor, wanted them to be happy also.
“You’re not leaving me…because you love me.” Her smile brightened her beautiful face.
“I love you and I’m never leaving you.” His systems threatened to malfunction. His desire for her escalated, overriding everything else. “Frag. We’ve chattered enough for one shift.” He pinned her in place with his hips and tugged on his body armor. “I have to breed with you. Now.”
Chapter Seventeen
Her cyborg loved her.
Illona stared at Malice as she grappled with that wondrous revelation.
He ripped the body armor from his fit form, his zeal making her smile. Her warrior’s focus was now on fucking—breeding, as he called it. Having stated his stance regarding their relationship, he considered the matter to be settled.
Her answer was his answer. That statement from him had brought tears to her eyes.
Her always-seeking-to-be-in-control male was relaying the most important decision they currently faced, a choice that would decide their future, to her.
Because he loved her. And he trusted her.
She slid her palms up his chest, over his arms, marveling at his flat pecs, his bulging biceps. All that strength was hers. His muscles rippled under her touch.
His movements became more frenzied. He jostled her, removing the rest of his protective garment, stripping faster than her human gaze could follow.
“I love you too, Malice.” She bracketed his handsome face with her hands, awed that he was hers.
“You feel the human love emotion for me?” He met her gaze, lifted his eyebrows.
She nodded. “I feel the human love emotion for you.” She would have walked away from him, from her own happiness, and asked to be transported to a non-cyborg planet merely to ensure he was accepted by his brethren.
“Fraggin’ hole.” Malice’s eyes flashed with bolts of energy, his reaction thrilling her. “We need to breed.”
His control was strained. She heard that in his voice, saw that in his face. His entire form vibrated with need. His hard cock pressed against her cloth-covered mons.
Yet he carefully nudged her white jacket off her shoulders. That symbol of her medic role fell to the floor with a thud, weighted down by the items in her pockets.
He gripped the lapels of her flight suit. “You don’t have other garments and you’re human. You prefer to be clothed.” He said that as though he was reminding himself of those truths.
She did prefer to be clothed, but her jacket was intact, and she was paired with a primitive, action-oriented cyborg who had spent most of the time they’d shared together naked. Being bare was something she should become used to.
Because they would be together. Forever. He was never leaving her, as he’d barked at her…multiple times.
And she liked it when he released his savage nature. Her pussy dripped. That turned her on.
“Shred it.” She gave him permission to do what he wanted…with her garments, with her. “Tear my flight suit to pieces, cyborg.”
“Yes.” He pulled hard, destroying the garment in mere heartbeats, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the small chamber.
Cool air swept over Illona’s heated skin as her warrior rendered her naked. Her nipples grew taut.
“You’re mine, female.” Her cyborg’s eyes blazed with satisfaction.
“I’m yours.” She had always been his.
A growl originated deep in his chest, rolled up his throat, growing louder and louder as it progressed. He burst into motion, surging forward, covering her lips with his, claiming her mouth.
She parted for him eagerly, letting him inside her, surrendering with glee to his dominance. A wave of nanocybotics washed over her, bubbling and fizzing, caressing her all over, from the top of her head to the tips of her boot-covered toes.
Her cyborg thrust vigorously into her, fucking her with his tongue. She clasped his shoulders and tilted her head back, capitulating to his unspoken demands. Their lips ground together, the pain fusing with her pleasure.
She reveled in his harsh use of her, sucking on his flesh. His ferocity overpowered the thoughts swirling around her brain, banishing her concerns for her patients, her unease over the decisions facing them, her uncertainty surrounding their future.
All she knew was him and them, their passion and her wanting. It gripped her, made her wild for him, needy for more contact, for more of his skin against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her pussy lips touched his rigid shaft and they both moaned, that sound muffled yet felt deep in her core. Her cyborg moved against her. His chest brushed over her breasts, teasing her nipples. The length of him slid along the length of her. She slicked him with her wetness, her scent.
He was hers as she was his. She wanted the universe to know that. They fucked without entry. She focused on pleasing her cyborg, undulating against him, seeking to bring him bliss with her entire form. And her powerful male retaliated, giving her the all-out sensual assault she craved. He mouthed over her chin, dragged his lips over her neck, made her frenzied with his touching.
The link between them was strong. It snapped with vitality, hummed with energy.
They might be two very different beings. He was a cyborg warrior, fabricated to end lifespans. She was a human medic, intent on saving others. Yet they understood and valued each other.
Their love was strong and healthy and lasting. Their paths were now one.
And stars, she was enjoying that path. Malice nipped at her skin, and her toes curled in her boots.
She panted. Sweat lifted on her form. Passion coiled around her.
The wall was hard against her back. Her male was more unrelenting in front of her. She couldn’t escape him if she wanted to.
She didn’t desire her freedom. Her goal was the opposite. She wanted to be more thoroughly owned by her warrior. He ravished her faster, with more fervor. His rim grazed her clit with each upward stroke. Her need for him was spiraling upward at a breathtaking rate.
Yet it wasn’t enough because she didn’t want to come without him. “Take me, Malice.” She arched against his form. “Fill me with your cock, with your essence, with you.”
“This will be rough.” He stopped and lifted his head, looked at her.
She smiled back at him. “I love it rough.” It appealed to her…greatly. “I love you, C Model. Make me hurt for planet rotations…as only you can.”
“As only I will.” He brought his face closer to hers. His eyes glowed, their brightness enthralling her. “No one will damage you except me. I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”
“And I’ll kill anyone who touches you.” She kissed him hard and fast.
“I would never ask you to end a lifespan, my little medic.” His grimly set lips lifted into a small smile. “I’ll kill that being.”
“You can kill the being.” She shrugged. He was the warrior. “But I will authorize that killing.” That wasn’t very medic-like of her, but it was her reality. “Are you going to fuck me now, or will we be chattering all planet rotation?” She pushed against him, unable to suppress her need. “You promised me rough, cyborg.”
“That was a warning, not a promise, human.” He drew his hips back.
His cock head bumped against her once, twice, three times as he positioned himself correctly at her entrance. She gritted her teeth, suspecting he did that deliberately to tease her. They had fucked numerous times and he was half machine, was precise in all things. The male knew where her pussy hole was located.
She opened her mouth to tell him that.
He drove into her, filling her with his hard, huge cock. She screamed, the sound pulled from her throat. Stars. She would never get accustomed to this—him reshaping her body, the tightness of connection, the closeness with another being, the extreme pleasure a little pain could give her.
Her cyborg, having relayed his warning, as he called it, was now intent on delivering on it. He pulled back and thrust forward, pulled back, thrust forward. His pace was fast. His invasion was forceful. His hips slammed against hers. Her ass slapped against the wall. Heat radiated over her.
She, being his match, smacked her boot-covered heels against his clenched ass. “More. Harder. Faster.” She asked for things she realized she might not be able to handle, recklessly throwing herself into the wild fuck.
He grunted and complied, taking her so intensely the air whooshed from her lungs. His chest flattened her breasts with each advance.
She was being owned by a cyborg, her cyborg. That impact was stamped over her body—the impregnable frame under his muscles, under his gray skin—felt to her bones.
But she didn’t retreat, didn’t surrender. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and held on, enjoying the experience. “Yes. Yes.” Sweat streamed between her curves, adding shine to her warrior. Locks of her hair tumbled downward, skimming over her, over him.
His eyes shone brighter. “Mine.” He pistoned in and out of her. “Mine.”
In that one word, she heard what others, what Cadet had perceived. ‘Mine’ was more than a statement of ownership. It was a declaration of love. When Malice said she was his, he was relaying he had claimed her forever. He would never let her go.
She hitched her hips upward, meeting him midway. Her lifespan was no longer hers to risk. It belonged to him. If she hurt herself, if she put herself in unnecessary peril, if she placed her well-being last, she would hurt him also.
Help as many beings as you can. Medic Anahit, her mentor, had given her that mandate.
She had followed it literally, not realizing that helping others also meant helping herself, maintaining her health, keeping her body strong and alive. Her patients, and now, her cyborg, relied on that, on her. She wouldn’t, couldn’t let them down.
Malice wouldn’t allow that to happen. Even as he fucked her with an exciting savagery, his face dark with need, he didn’t hurt her more than she enjoyed being hurt. He moderated his great strength, keeping her safe and whole, relaying a love she fully returned.
“Love. You.” Her voice was loud in the tiny space and she was glad for that. She wanted the universe to know how much she cared for him. “Love. You.”
“Love. You.” Her cyborg took up that battle cry. He ravished her against the wall again and again. White dust fell from the ceiling. The nearby containers rattled. “Love. You.”
