HauntingBlackie (8 page)

“I wouldn’t have left you behind if I’d known. I would have
personally commandeered a shuttle and waited.”

She believed him. “One shuttle wouldn’t have been able to
accommodate all of my littermates.”

“I would have made a few trips then or talked more cyborgs
into piloting other shuttles that would have carried all of them into space.”
He released the bed to gently smooth his palms over the top of her thighs. The
sincerity in his gaze made her believe him. “I wouldn’t have left without you.”

“Maybe they had to leave us behind due to lack of room on
the space vessels they planned to steal once they left orbit.” She was very
aware of the heat of his touch. “It was impossible to plan exactly how many
ships or even which ones would be in orbit when we made a break for it.”

“We had plenty of room.”

“Then why?”

“I don’t know but I plan to find out.” He inched closer
until their faces nearly touched. “They will pay. I promise you that. You’re
owed a debt.”

A sinking suspicion arose and it twisted her gut. “Is that
why you are considering agreeing to be my mate? You feel you are indebted to
me?”

His mouth curved downward in displeasure. “No. I want you
and I always have. You’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever met.”

Her heart rate speeded up, his every word affecting her in
ways no other man had made her feel.

“I could never forget you.” He suddenly raised a hand and
his finger hooked a lock of her hair. “I liked your short hair but I prefer it
this way.” He glanced at her lap before returning his gaze to hers. “Is there
anything I should know? You appear totally human.”

“Physically, anatomically, I am for the most part.”

“Good.” He backed off. “Get undressed. I’ve waited a long
time to have you.”

She forgot how to breathe for a few heartbeats. He wanted
her naked. Just like that. No foreplay, no words of love, just a raspy demand
to strip bare.

She panicked a little. “I’ve never done this before.”

His voice came out rushed, impatient. “I’m basically the
same as a human too.”

Heat flared in her cheeks. It was obvious he believed she
meant having sex with a cyborg. “I’ve never had sex at all.”

“What?”

His expression would have been comical if it wasn’t such a
serious matter. Her embarrassment grew by leaps and bounds. “I want to! I mean,
with you. I just never wanted anyone else to touch me.”

He seemed at a loss for words.

“Cameron, my creator, was always after me to have sex but I
hated him. I knew if I showed any interest in any of the guards, he’d never
leave me alone. I met you and, um, that bond snapped into place. No one ever
seemed attractive to me after that night.” She felt the need to explain. “I
just…felt nothing when I looked at other men.”

He licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Do you feel
something for me?”

“Yes.” She scooted closer and spread her thighs to give him
room if he wanted to get closer. “I ache for you to touch me but I thought I
should warn you. I haven’t done this before. You might expect a more skilled
lover. I’ll learn.”

His hands slid higher up her thighs. “The first time we met,
you seemed less innocent. That’s why I’m surprised.” He invaded her personal
space.

She followed his lowered gaze to stare at the thick outline
of his shaft. It protruded up and to the side along the front of his pants,
trapped under the material. He was big and she admitted to feeling a bit
intimidated. That wasn’t a size for beginners.

“I don’t expect experience or skill. I just want you.”

She stared into his eyes, knowing he meant it. Passion
flared there bright enough for her to read. He wasn’t cold or unfeeling, nor
was he hiding his emotions. A soft growl rumbled from her throat and she just
wanted to eat him up but refrained from telling him that in case he mistook the
context.

“I’m so sorry I attacked you on the freighter.”

“You didn’t know my identity. The helmet hid my features.”

Her gaze traveled to the bandages. “Did I do much damage?”

“No.” He reached for the white bandage on his side and
tugged it free.

She studied the wound. Her claws had torn the skin but it
was mostly healed. “Wow.”

“We mend at an accelerated rate. By tomorrow it will just be
a little red. It’s the same where you bit me. I’m sorry I struck you in the
face.” His gaze lingered over her cheek.

“I didn’t give you much of a choice. It doesn’t even hurt. I
heal fast too. Give it a day and you won’t even see a mark.”

He inched a little closer. “Are you stalling for time? I don’t
wish to rush you but I’ve waited decades to see you undressed and to put my
hands on you.”

Eve’s hands trembled as she reached for her half shirt and
just tore it over her head. He wanted her bare and he was going to get anything
he asked for. She leaned back, drew up her legs and braced her heels on the
edge of the bed. She had to be careful not to strike her head on the wall
behind the bunk. The space wasn’t exactly narrow but it did restrict movement.
Her hips arched upward, offering him the opportunity to remove her shorts.

His hands spanned her waist, his thumbs hooked the top of
the material and ever so slowly tormented her by exploring her lower stomach
just under the waistband. She stopped worrying whether he found her attractive
since his focus riveted on her body when he tugged her shorts downward.

The scent of her arousal filled her nose and she hoped he
found it a turn-on. She knew her canine abilities amplified her sense of smell.
He stripped her and tossed the material away. She expected him to just take her
but he spread her thighs wider, crouched down, and she froze. He seemed to want
to inspect her sex.

“I didn’t lie. No one has touched me. I’m yours.”

His gaze met hers. “You’re going to snap my control if you
keep talking. I need to do right by you.”

Eve didn’t understand what he meant until she gasped when
his face lowered and his mouth opened. He spread wet, hot kisses over the top
of her mound and his hands dug under her ass, just lifting her a few inches off
the bed. Broad shoulders wiggled between her thighs, parting them wider, and
she clawed at the bed when his hot breath fanned along the seam of her pussy.
He planned to perform oral sex.

Another growl tore from her. She threw her head back, eyes
squeezed tightly closed, and fought the urge to slam her legs together. An
inner battle raged between embarrassment over being vulnerable and exposed and
extreme curiosity as to how it would feel to be touched that way.
He’s my
mate. I belong to him—all of me.
Her tense muscles relaxed as she submitted
to Blackie, willing to allow him to educate her firsthand about foreplay.

The first stroke of his tongue across her clit came as a
surprise. He was gentle but a powerful jolt of strange sensations shot through
her entire body. She held her breath, waiting. He flattened his tongue and
pressed it against a very sensitive spot. It made her gasp when he began an
up-and-down motion, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed
against her.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. The stimulation to the bundle of
nerves he played with was heavenly and hellish to Eve at the same time. It felt
really good but at the same time it made her ache. Her fingers clutched at the
bedding to avoid fisting in his hair. She couldn’t hold still, her hips seeming
to move of their own accord.

Blackie grew more aggressive and Eve lost the ability to
think. He stopped licking to seal his lips around the bud and sucked. She
gasped at the new sensation then moaned louder. She became aware of the
throbbing coming from inside, her vaginal muscles clenching, and a new need
arose. She panted, the urge to grab his hair and jerk him up her body
increasingly difficult to resist. “Please?”

He didn’t seem to understand her plea when he continued to
torment her. All she wanted was him on top of her and to feel what it would be
like to have him inside her. She’d tried to imagine it at least a thousand
times when the memories of the past haunted her but wasn’t quite sure if she
had it right.

His shoulders kept her open to his hot mouth and tongue
until the raw sensations became too intense and she arched her back, crying
out, as she came hard. Strong spasms made her quake as warmth spread through
her pussy, her mind blown.

His mouth withdrew when he lowered her ass back to the soft
mattress. She lay there spent as he adjusted his hold on her. His hand explored
her inner thigh, sliding upward, until one of his fingers slowly penetrated her
pussy. She moaned at the sensation of his thick digit parting her. He paused,
withdrew it almost completely, and inserted a second one. He stretched her
vaginal walls and she moaned louder, enjoying it.

Her hips rocked in tune with his motions and it felt so good
she clawed at his bedding again. A protest formed when he withdrew his fingers
and her eyes opened. She looked down between their bodies and her breath caught
as she watched him open his pants, freeing his cock. She’d seen naked men
before but no one could compare to Blackie. He was perfectly shaped…and large.
She’d expected that with a C-46 unit. The thick girth of the shaft was stiff
and watching his fingers curl around the base of it was really sexy. He guided
the rounded head of his cock between her spread thighs.

“Hold still,” he demanded. “I’m going slow. I don’t want to
hurt you.” His gaze held hers. “It will though.”

She knew what to expect, what he meant, but then the tip of
his cock pressed against her spread pussy and she moaned as he pressed it
against her. Her body protested a little at the thick intrusion but she was
slick and wet from his mouth, making her hot and ready for him. He made a low
sound, almost pained. It worried her.

“Am I hurting you?”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re killing me.” He took a deep
breath. “I’m sorry, beautiful.”

She wondered what he regretted. It was great so far and she
loved him calling her that endearment. He released his shaft, tightened his
hold on her ankles and shifted to wrap his arms around each of her thighs,
holding them tightly against his ribs. He drove into her with one swift stroke
and she gasped, crying out as a stab of pain shot through her.

He froze, buried deep inside her. The jolt of pain faded as
the seconds passed.

“It won’t hurt again.”

She nodded, trusting him.

He lifted her ankles to his shoulders and bent forward just
enough to pin her with his weight so she was almost bent in half, not that she
minded. He slid in deeper, stretching her more, and she loved the sensation of
being filled by him. They were finally joined together.

He slowly moved, withdrew a few inches before gliding back
in deep. The pain was replaced by wonderful sensations. Her body was designed
to heal and it was doing its job. Blackie moved faster, his cock igniting a
need to come. He lifted her a little higher until her ass left the bed to hover
over it a few inches as he continued to fuck her.

He hit a new spot and she panted, soft growls tearing from
her that she couldn’t hold back despite trying. It felt really good in an entirely
new way from what his tongue had done to her clit. His hips slapped against her
ass, the rhythmical sound an accompaniment to their heavy breathing. She cried
out as another climax struck.

Blackie closed his eyes, threw back his head and groaned her
name. His entire body jerked in sharp thrusts, his semen marking her on the
inside. Eve knew what it was like for the first time to be
owned
by
someone and she reveled in it. He shook, more of his warm semen filling her. He
stopped pumping against her when he was seated deep inside her pussy.

His eyes opened. “What exactly are the physical demands to
make us true mates?”

It was hard to think after the intense pleasure he’d given
her. Sex had been worth the wait. “What?”

He withdrew from her body before she could protest though
she wanted to. He released her thighs and gripped her hips. She gasped when he
flipped her over, his strength remarkable. He bent her over the bed in front of
him, curled around her back and one knee nudged her thighs apart. She gasped
when his still-rigid cock drove into her from a new angle.

His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered into it. “Canines
have sex this way.” He fucked her in long, steady thrusts. “What other physical
requirements do you have for us to be mated?”

She struggled to collect her thoughts. “It’s not required
but I wish you’d bite me.” She tossed her head to the side to bare her
shoulder. “Leave a scar.” She wanted one to match the one she’d given him.
Humans had wedding rings, cyborgs had contracts, but she wanted a permanent
mark from him on her skin.

His lips brushed her throat. “Here?”

“Shoulder. Please.” She whimpered when he fucked her harder,
rougher. It felt too good for words.

“Do you want me to be gentle?”

“No.”

“Good.” He drove into her over and over, pounding her hard
enough to make the bunk shake under them.

She tensed, cried out as another climax struck and that’s
when his teeth sank into her. The bite hurt as his teeth broke the skin but it
only made her come harder, knowing he hadn’t hesitated to make her his for
life. She’d proudly display the mark whenever possible.

He released her shoulder to groan as he came again. His
upper arms supported enough of his weight to allow her to catch her breath.
Blood slid over her collarbone and onto the bed, staining it red.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I think I bit you too deep.”

She found the strength to twist her head to the side enough
to get a partial view. “That’s perfect. I’ll stop bleeding in a minute. That
will scar.”

Blackie wanted to kick his own ass. She’d been a virgin but
he’d lost control once he was inside Eve. She was too sexy, felt too good for
him to show much restraint. Then he’d flipped her over to make it up to her.
Instead he’d gone wild as if he were the one with animal genetics and behavior
ingrained in his physical makeup instead of her.