“No, I see you. What you don’t let anyone else see. Not just your body. I see your shame, your fear that you are not enough, perhaps that you are too much because of what the Hive did to you.” He held me still as the silence stretched and his gaze roamed every part of me. Taking his time. Nothing but acceptance—and lust—in his eyes. “You are beautiful. Perfect.”
I huffed as I felt my cheeks heat, felt more exposed than I ever had in my life.
“Look at my cock. You might not believe my words but look at it. It’s harder than it’s ever been—”
“That’s because it was in my mouth,” I countered, but he ignored me and continued.
“—and that pre-cum dripping down the length, is all for you. Look at it.”
His growl had my chin tipping down, my gaze following the line of his body to his cock. Yeah, it was hard. So hard that it curved upward and actually brushed his navel. Pre-cum was seeping from the crown, the glistening fluid beading and sliding down the length to dampen the dark curls at the base.
“I see your breasts, your muscles, your silky hair, those plush lips. That gorgeous pussy. But I also see this.”
He reached out and stroked my biceps, or what the Hive had done to my biceps, with the back of his fingers. I shouldn’t have felt pleasure with that simple the touch, of course, since that part of me was all biosynthetic metal parts and integrations, but I felt it nonetheless. The Hive integrations were advanced, and the tissue there had become even more sensitive than normal flesh. His touch was like a flame, making me hot. Needy. I wanted more. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. Every single part of me wanted him. Human. Cyborg. Female.
“And this. No wonder you wish to go back to fighting those fuckers. You can use what they did against them.”
His hand moved higher to my shoulder where the silvery flesh matched his, then lower over my belly—thankfully unchanged—to my thigh. “All this power.”
He dropped to his knees before me and stroked over my cyborg knee, calf and the top of my foot. He moved to the other foot and worked his way up until his fingers hovered over my pussy.
I held my breath.
“Not this,” he said quietly, almost reverently. “No, this is all female.”
He was wrong. There wasn’t an inch of my body the Hive hadn’t experimented on, hadn’t adapted one way or another. But when he breathed deep, I flushed again, knowing he was picking up my arousal, the need for him that had slipped from me and coated the inside of my thighs. No way could he miss that either.
“All mine.”
And then he lowered his head, licked up my seam in one long, slow slide.
I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, forgetting that I was all his for just tonight. Then we would both be free.
My thoughts fled until all I could think about was Mak and his wicked tongue on my clit. He moaned and the vibrations had me close to coming. Just. Like. That.
He took advantage of my distraction, standing and lifting me off the ground until my hips were shoulder height, all in one smooth motion. Being part cyborg seemed to have its advantages. “Put your legs over my shoulders,” he commanded.
I did as he asked, pressing my back into the wall as I shifted, eager for what I knew was coming, his remembered words echoing in my mind like a broken record.
I want you. I want to fuck you, fill you with my seed. Devour you. Eat your pussy and make you scream my name.
Well, he’d had a sample of my pussy and if he’d stayed on his knees longer, I’d have definitely screamed his name. Held in place, back to the wall, I kept my right leg on his shoulder as he used his hand to push my left thigh wide, holding my left leg up, spreading me open for his inspection.
This position wouldn’t have worked for mere mortals, but since we were both part cyborg, strong and powerful in a way the Hive intended, it was easy. And fucking hot.
The cool air hit the hot, swollen folds of my wet pussy and I arched my back with pleasure as he blew on my core, gently. Teasing me with what I knew he could do.
Fuck.
“Please. Do it. God, please.”
He grinned as I buried my fingers in his hair once again, trying, without success, to force his mouth back to my pussy. He was immobile. I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled. Hard.
He was even stronger than I thought. He didn’t budge. Not one inch. It was like I was trying to move a mountain. I couldn’t get what I wanted. Couldn’t best him from this position. I was at his mercy. Someone was stronger than me. Wouldn’t give in to my demands. Yet I knew by that smile he was going to give me exactly what I wanted… but by his rules. And the thought made me so hot I felt the wet heat slip down to my ass and thighs.
“Mak. God. Please.”
“That is third time you have begged me to touch you. It will not be the last.”
I opened my mouth to argue but he slid two fingers deep into my pussy, fingering me, spreading me open as his strong lips clamped down on my clit.
And I lost it. I was done for. That ruthless control I kept about myself? Gone. Torn to shreds by Mak. I’d actually begged. Pleaded. And he didn’t laugh, didn’t find me less. In fact, he liked it. Wanted it. He was right, he saw parts of me no one else saw. I was exposed, vulnerable and at his mercy, and not just because he had his face in my pussy.
The fact that he was about to make me come from just his fingers and mouth proved he had a control over me in a way I never imagined. And I never wanted it to stop.