Hoarse caught her, enjoying her antics. “Your energy levels are completely depleted, my female?” He lifted her high against his chest. “Do you lack the power for any other activities?”
His gaze lowered to her lips. He wanted her with all of his being.
“I always have power for some activities.” His female clasped his shoulders, looked upward at him. Her eyes were softened with desire. “Kiss me, warrior.”
He eagerly complied with her command, covering her lush lips with his. She parted them for him. He stroked his tongue into her mouth, ravishing her with all his focus, savoring the taste, feel, and scent of her. She sucked on his flesh and pressed her fabric-clad curves into his body armor-covered muscles.
“Yuck.” Mins relayed her opinion of their embrace from across the chamber.
Beings laughed.
His female’s form shook. She drew back from him. “Some activities must be undertaken later…in private.” Her eyes danced with merriment.
Hoarse chuckled. “I love you, little fabricator.”
“I love you, big fabricator.” She smiled at him.
He would never grow tired of hearing the human love words from her lips. Each declaration of her caring had been captured in both his organic memory and his databases.
“Nu, who I adore, says cyborgs mate for life.” Pigment brightened his female’s cheeks.
“Surge’s female is correct.” Hoarse nuzzled against that pinkened skin. It was warm to his touch. “You are my female. I will never desire, breed with, or claim another being.”
“I like that.” Her voice was husky.
The scent of her arousal grew stronger. His cock, hard since the first contact with her, pressed against his body armor.
“Nu also said cyborgs create cyborg babies.” His female tilted her head to the side, giving Hoarse more skin to worship, to mouth over. “Our children, if we have any, will look like you.”
Their children. He beamed. “I would be pleased if we manufactured a little girl with your brown hair. It is the best color.” He teased her with her previously shared words. “She would have your pale skin. And your beautiful eyes.” He pressed his lips between his female’s eyebrows. “But the probability of that occurrence is 0.0236 percent.” It wasn’t zero but it was close. “C model cyborg male warriors manufacture C model cyborg male offspring.”
Did that emotionally damage her? He studied her countenance.
His female bracketed his cheeks with her small hands. “That appeals to me also.” Her eyes glimmered with that truth. “You’re a handsome being, Hoarse.” She brushed her lips against his. “Our children will be adorable.”
Fraggin’ hole. He tightened his hold on his female. She said all the right words.
Wanting, needing to act on her sharing, he ran at cyborg speed, carrying her across the chamber, out the door.
“Where are we going?” His female clung to his shoulders.
He exited the academy with her. “A chamber filled with beings isn’t an ideal location to manufacture children.” He conveyed her up the ramp to the shuttle craft.
His female laughed. “You’re a wild male, Hoarse.”
“I’m a worthy male.” He carried her into their private chambers.
“You’re more than worthy.” His Arlicia unfastened her brightly colored flight suit, revealing pale kissable skin and endless curves. “Remind me to order more gray fabric.”
“You’ll need all the gray fabric you can locate, my female.” Hoarse ripped his body armor off his form as he lowered her to the sleeping support.
He projected they would be fabricating many cyborg dolls in their future.
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Other Books By Cynthia Sax
Cyborg Space Exploration
Choosing Chuckles
Doc's Orders
Dominance And Dissent
Passion Surge
North Bound
Testing Truth
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Cyborg Sizzle Series
Releasing Rage
Breathing Vapor
Being Green
Crash And Burn
Defying Death
Chasing Mayhem
Jumping Barrel
Hers To Command
Ghost of a Machine
Seeking Vector
Knowing Zip
Taking Vengeance
The Cyborg's Secret Baby
Dark Arsenal
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Refuge Series
Dark Thoughts
Dark Flight
Dark Strength
Dark Fire
Dark Warlord
Dark Cure
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Chamele Barbarian Warlord Series
Warlord Sky
Warlord's Bounty
Warlord Unarmed
Warlord Reunited
Warlord’s Mercy
Warlord’s Return
Releasing Rage - Excerpt
Here is an excerpt from Releasing Rage, the first story in the Cyborg Sizzle series.
Joan pressed her hands against the exterior wall panel of his chambers. The thick metal door slid open. She stepped into the firewall square. The door behind her closed and she authorized the interior door to open.
A buzz swept over her. No, not simply over her. Into her. She gasped, her inhalation of air drawing more of this unknown presence inside her.
It was too much, almost suffocating. Joan swayed, lightheaded. “Do not faint. Do not faint,” she repeated to herself, closing her eyes.
The rolling under her feet gradually stopped. She opened her eyes and wished she hadn’t. Crimson spray covered everywhere she looked. Gore was splattered into the farthest corners, hanging from the ceiling. Cleaner bots scrubbed the walls and floor.
This was why she felt dizzy, she reasoned. She smelled and sensed this butchery.
C899321, the being she had been told was responsible, stood in his uploading dock, a cable inserted into his nape, his towering form naked, covered with blood, his long black hair dripping with it.
He turned his head, locked his gaze with hers and she sucked in her breath. There were worlds of agony, of rage, in those bright blue eyes. This was no rational, logic-driven cyborg. This was a man, an animal, crazed by bloodlust and pain.
“They thought to pacify me with the use of a human female?” he thundered, his deep gravelly voice clawing across her skin, awakening parts in her she didn’t realize slept. “I’d kill you before I allowed you to touch me.”
This insult didn’t hurt her the way he’d intended. Joan knew she wasn’t the slim tiny female males desired. She was solidly built, good breeding stock, as her mother had once said.
She discarded his words and focused on the torment in his tones. He hurt. Horrifically. Her fingers twitched, the urge to reach out to him, to comfort him, tremendous. Judging by the flex of his powerful biceps and thigh muscles, by the anger radiating from him, he wouldn’t appreciate that response.