Seth: Futuristic Spy Romance (Cyborgs: More Than Machines) (9 page)

Watching the subtle motion of her hand under the fabric was more than he could bear. With brute strength, he grasped the fabric of her shorts and tore, shredding the flimsy barrier and allowing him
a perfect view of her pussy. As if he hadn’t just found visual heaven, he also got to see what naughtiness her fingers were up to.

B
eneath his avid gaze, she spread her slick folds, pink temping flesh that he longed to taste. She slid in one digit then two, pumping slowly, in and out, an erotic tease and reminder of what his cock would soon enjoy. The scent of her musky arousal enveloped him, a decadent perfume never replicated by any other, one whose delightful scent had the ability to make him tremble—and his cock to engorge even more painfully than before. He could have shut off some of his receptors to prolong the moment, to help him through the suffering, but he chose to feel every nuance of the seduction. For so long, he’d existed in a vacuum, playing the part of a human so well that his cyborg brethren often wanted to beat him to a pulp. But, in truth, until this very moment, until Anastasia re-entered his life, he’d but pretended at life, pretended at humanity. Now, with his body afire, his nerves singing, all his senses open and experiencing, he felt …
alive.

As a third finger joined the first two, Seth couldn’t help but groan. When it came to titillation, he was but a pupil to his mistress, his wife.
As if his inadvertent sound were a signal, Anastasia withdrew her fingers out of her wet sex and ran the damp fingers in circles over her clit.

He’d denied himself long enough. He went in for a taste. A lick.
A dive into nirvana. Her honey flavor exploded on his tongue as he lapped at her sweet sex. He delighted in exploring every inch of her pussy, dipping his tongue into the moistness of her channel, flicking it over her clit, which her fingers abandoned to grab hold of his hair instead. Her hips rocked in the chair, a silent yet telling motion that told of her enjoyment. He couldn’t help but hum his approval against her, a vibration that drew forth a cry from his sweet wife.

And his name, uttered on a soft sigh. “Oh
, Seth.”

How he loved her. He did his best to show her with the worship of his mouth and tongue on her body. He ignored his own needs as he brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure then toppled her over it, the strident cry as her orgasm washing over her the most beautiful thing he’d heard in a long time.

But he didn’t stop there. Anastasia had always been a responsive lover capable of more than just one climax. He knew from experience that the first was just a precursor to the more powerful second. So he kept on lapping at her, his motion concentrating more intently on her clit, that sensitive nub that he caught with his lips and teased.

“Seth.” She groaned his name, the need in the tone letting him know it was time.
But her position in the chair wasn’t conducive for what he had planned. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her, placing her bared ass on the humming smooth spot between the control panels that manned the ship. He spread her legs and inserted himself between them, nudging her sex with the tip of his cock.

“Be careful you don’t send us into a star,” he teased as her hands scrambled at her side for purchase.

She forewent looking for a stationary handhold and grabbed hold of him instead. He sucked in a breath. “How about instead of you worrying about my steering, you make me see stars?” she replied in a husky voice.

She’d see the Milky Way if she didn’t stop what she
was doing, using him like an erotic toy, rubbing his swollen head against her wet sex.

Removing her hands from his cock, he held them overhead and forced her to lean back,
and then he slid into her. By all the nanos in his body, no pleasure in the galaxy could compare to the heat and tightness of his wife.

In he slid. Out. Each thrust a jolt to his synapses.
Each suction of her pussy an exercise in control. Faster he pumped, increasing the friction, multiplying the pleasure. He released her hands to hold her around the waist, steadying her for his thrusts. Deeper he slammed. Harder. Quicker. She got tighter. Wetter. More vocal. Their breathing turned ragged despite their modified systems. Their skin flushed, at odds with their usual temperature control. Their bodies exploded, unable to stem the ecstasy that overtook them both.

As he held
her trembling body in his arms, the only thought that coherently formed was,
How could I have ever let her walk away?
The answer was simple. He wouldn’t have.
I didn’t. They
made him.
And I can promise right now, it won’t happen again.
He’d wage a war, by himself if need be, to hold onto the woman in his arms – although he was pretty certain Aramus and a few others would back him if he went on a rampage just for shits and giggles. He’d battle for her heart. Fight to regain what he’d lost. Nothing would keep them apart.

Except for maybe her stubbornness, which he’d have to work
on. No time like the present while she was still soft and malleable.

Stroking her hair while nuzzling her temple, he murmured,
“Do you remember the first time we slept together?”

“How could I forget?”
she replied wryly. “It was our very first mission together. You told me that we had to have sex to make our cover believable.”

“And was I right?”

“Well, I’m still not convinced we needed to have that much sex.”

He growled
, and she giggled. “But it certainly didn’t hurt. On the contrary …” She tickled her fingers down his back before giving his ass a squeeze. “It felt damned good.”

Good? Ha. It
had been explosive. Fantastic. The whole mission was a success from their first time together to their first kill.

“
I’ve never forgotten that day,” he admitted.

Because it shaped their future.

Back to the past and the meeting that changed their lives …

Their first time together came about because of a mission. Actually
, it had happened during the mission.

A few weeks after receiving the nano injections—and after hours of intense training to test the new limits of their bodies
—they got called in front of their commanding officer, but he wasn’t alone.

Anastasia clacked her heels and executed a crisp salute, a move aped by Seth, because before them stood a man with stars and bars, lots of them. Only an id
iot didn’t show proper respect to a general, especially one with a cold, piercing gaze that said he’d have no problem demoting their asses and have them shoveling out latrines.

“At ease
, soldiers.” The gravelly tone went well with the steel-wire hair brushed with gray, the hard lines on the general’s face, and his no-nonsense demeanor. If the creases in the commanding officer’s uniform had been any sharper, they would have sliced to the bone. Here was a man made for the military life.
Here is a man you don’t want to piss off.

Seth took an instant dislike to him.
Something about the rigid general set his inner warning bells ringing, and for some reason, he itched to wipe the callous expression off his face. As it turned out, had he given in to his first impulse and just killed the general, he might have saved himself a whole lot of trouble later on. Actually, he would have probably saved a whole lot of cyborgs.

But, at the time, he was still a good little soldier. So when General Boulder told
him and Anastasia to stand down, he told himself to relax. The guy was military after all, which meant he had rules to follow, rules that no one told Seth General Boulder made up as he went.

“Your CO tells me you’re
the best pair of operatives he’s got.”

“Our CO is a smart man,
sir,” Seth replied. Disagreeing at this stage of the game seemed inadvisable.

“I have my doubts about that
, which is why we’re going to put the two of you to the test. We just received intelligence reports informing us that a big arms deal is about to go down. I want you to stop it.”

“You want us to infiltrate their operation, sir?” Anastasia asked.

How cute and naïve she still was. Seth read the situation a little better. “You want us to kill someone.”

A cruel smile pulled the general’s lips taut.
“We prefer the term problem solve, and it’s more than one person. We want the heads of the two negotiating factions taken out. With leadership of the opposing factions in disarray, it will void the deal and cause enough chaos to keep those groups from planning anything further in the near future.”

“You’re sending us in as assassins?”
Anastasia gasped, her face ashen.

“
Assassins kill for money,” the general snapped. “You are military personnel. You follow orders for the good of your country to save lives, which makes you undercover operatives with a mission.”

Chastened, Anastasia’s lips thinned into tight line
, and she nodded.  “Yes, sir.”

Yeah, he could call it what he wanted, but what the general demanded still smacked of assassination. Not that Seth bothered to argue. In this situation, it would accomplish nothing but antagonize the rude bastard.
Seth, not liking the rebuke any more than her—
because call it what you will, we’re still being asked to kill—
tried to defuse the tense atmosphere with questions. “How are we to accomplish this, sir?” Poisoning? Sniper bullet? Hand-to-hand battle? Heck, Seth could already picture them getting air dropped and parachuting into a compound at night, dressed in the latest camouflage gear. Boy was he wrong.

“You’ll be attending a gala event hosted by one of the neg
otiating parties. It’s one of his wives’ birthdays or something. You’ll be attending as a rich American couple, a usually reclusive one, whose cover we’ve been building for a few years. You,” the general fixed Seth with a hard stare, “will be the son of the billionaire, and she will be your wife. You’ll be briefed on the details during the flight over. Succeed and this will be the start of a brilliant career. Fail and …”

Funny how the lack of a punishment sounded more ominous.

“We won’t fail, sir.”

“You
’d better not. We’ve spent a lot of money and time making you into what you are. Failure is not an option. Now get going. Dismissed.”

Anastasia held her tongue until they hit the hall and were out of earshot
. Then she grabbed his arm and hissed. “What the fuck was that about? Yes, sir. We won’t fail you, sir,” she aped in a high-pitched voice. “Kiss much ass lately?”

“The guy
’s a pompous jerk. So, yes, I kissed ass a bit. Pissing him off wasn’t going to benefit us.”

“But agreeing to be killers is? He’s asking us to kill in cold blood. I didn’t sign on for that.”

“First off, you heard him. We’re not killers but undercover operatives.”

“With a mandate to kill.”

Her insistence on clinging to ideals that never existed irritated him. “What else did you expect? We joined the military. Casualties are a part of being a soldier.”

“It’s one thing to kill on th
e field of battle, another to do it in cold, calculated blood.”

“Even if it saves millions of lives? How is killing one, two
, or more enemy soldiers on the field of battle any better than targeting one or two guys who, if taken out of the picture, means that battle won’t ever happen? That hundreds, maybe thousands, of lives will be saved?”

She recoiled from him, her eyes flashing with distress.
“I can’t believe you’re agreeing with this.”

“I never said I did, but I understand the logic and can see the benefit. I also know, in case it’s slipped y
our mind, that we don’t really have much of a choice. We are soldiers. Special soldiers. You can’t tell me you didn’t have an inkling this was coming.”

“I wondered.” Oh
, how grudgingly she admitted it.

“And now it’s time to put our training to the test. If you ask me, it sounds a lot more exciting than getting tossed into a trench with a bunch of o
ther grunts forced to eat military rations and camping. Not to mention, I’d prefer to not end up as cannon fodder for guys with stripes who plan their strategy from the safety of their guarded headquarters.”

“So I should be excited I’m about to be an assassin for my country
?”

“Yes.
What else can we do but turn it into an adventure? We will be the Mr. and Mrs. Smith of the military. We will go on this mission. Play the part of rich snobs. Eat fine food. Wear ridiculously expensive name-brand clothing and save thousands of people from the follies of two power-hungry asshats.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds
almost fun.”

“Because it will be.”
If one ignored the fact he’d have to kill his first and second human being.  But he couldn’t dwell on that. He needed to focus on something more positive, such as the fact that, from the sounds of it, their ruse might need to last for a few days. And hadn’t the general claimed their cover was that of a married couple? Couples got to share a room—and a bed.

Him plus Anastasia, alone with a mattress made for sinning?
He’d kill a heck of a lot more than two scumbags to live out that fantasy.