Coming October....
In the Galactic Cyborg Heat Series. Blue. Named for the depth of his eyes. A throwback to his heritage. The human trait given to him in creation. He didn't know where it came from. Some donor that had no idea their DNA was being used in that way most likely.
But he wasn't human. He was Cyborg.
Half man half machine and exactly what the scientists wanted him to be for Earth Corp. But that was hundreds of years ago now. Earth Corp was gone as was Old Earth. The Empire long since created they lived in space and traveled the universe.
The female that drew his attention was unexpected. She was drinking heavily and encouraging a male to service her. A snarl crawled up his throat as he threw back his own drink needing to leave before he took matters into his own hands.
He wasn't here for this. He'd not considered a chance encounter, the odds were just too long. Or that his body would respond to her but it seemed the fates were laughing at him again.....
Rejecting all human contact he wasn't alone in that. Many of his men, Cyborgs in the Empire made that choice. But forces were at work he had no control over. His ship sent on a mission for the Empire they infiltrated the base, his men going on world covertly. Him taking the more direct approach blending in as much as an Empire male could.
Finding the hotel for the information he sort easily enough.
Leaving the bar having been pushed to his limits he secured the intel he needed and took a room for some downtime to recharge. It had been nearly a week since his last.
Waking to the female riding him more than a surprise. His system not waking him at the first sign of an intruder trying to access his room. That was unusual too. Always on alert she should never have got into his room let alone strip and climb him, take him in hand and use him to service her.
Her scent intoxicating all around him, her need and heat in the air. He'd not been asked, not been bought. Not that any of that mattered in his slavery days but it did now. The female was taking what didn't belong to her.
Only that seemed wrong....
His optic all over that. There was no disgust, no hateful intent doing what he'd been programmed to do. His body had responded to her again this time in his sleep willingly. That was a first. And now awake, pleasure soared across his optic. An emotion cutting through his blocks.
Extreme pleasure that he wanted for the first time since his training days.
Touching her the only option. Encouraging her not to stop until they were both sated. He gripped her hard and thrust up.
"Oh good you're awake." She panted still riding him, he was barely in her but that was about to change. "For a minute there I thought I'd have to do all the work!"
The female was determined. He smiled. So be it. His grip tightened, he thrust harder.... the female hissing at the burn of his size created.
"Tight! Too big." She panted still riding him. "Damn that's good....yeah real good." As he started to pound up into her. "Emmm," she threw her head back biting her lip and arched her back taking him deeper. "So good... been a while....show me what you've got stud...."
He smiled again. She had no idea what she was asking for. And did....
Genre: Paranormal Romance
In the Galactic Cyborg Heat Series. Blue. Named for the depth of his eyes. A throwback to his heritage. The human trait given to him in creation. He didn't know where it came from. Some donor that had no idea their DNA was being used in that way most likely.
But he wasn't human. He was Cyborg.
Half man half machine and exactly what the scientists wanted him to be for Earth Corp. But that was hundreds of years ago now. Earth Corp was gone as was Old Earth. The Empire long since created they lived in space and traveled the universe.
The female that drew his attention was unexpected. She was drinking heavily and encouraging a male to service her. A snarl crawled up his throat as he threw back his own drink needing to leave before he took matters into his own hands.
He wasn't here for this. He'd not considered a chance encounter, the odds were just too long. Or that his body would respond to her but it seemed the fates were laughing at him again.....
Rejecting all human contact he wasn't alone in that. Many of his men, Cyborgs in the Empire made that choice. But forces were at work he had no control over. His ship sent on a mission for the Empire they infiltrated the base, his men going on world covertly. Him taking the more direct approach blending in as much as an Empire male could.
Finding the hotel for the information he sort easily enough.
Leaving the bar having been pushed to his limits he secured the intel he needed and took a room for some downtime to recharge. It had been nearly a week since his last.
Waking to the female riding him more than a surprise. His system not waking him at the first sign of an intruder trying to access his room. That was unusual too. Always on alert she should never have got into his room let alone strip and climb him, take him in hand and use him to service her.
Her scent intoxicating all around him, her need and heat in the air. He'd not been asked, not been bought. Not that any of that mattered in his slavery days but it did now. The female was taking what didn't belong to her.
Only that seemed wrong....
His optic all over that. There was no disgust, no hateful intent doing what he'd been programmed to do. His body had responded to her again this time in his sleep willingly. That was a first. And now awake, pleasure soared across his optic. An emotion cutting through his blocks.
Extreme pleasure that he wanted for the first time since his training days.
Touching her the only option. Encouraging her not to stop until they were both sated. He gripped her hard and thrust up.
"Oh good you're awake." She panted still riding him, he was barely in her but that was about to change. "For a minute there I thought I'd have to do all the work!"
The female was determined. He smiled. So be it. His grip tightened, he thrust harder.... the female hissing at the burn of his size created.
"Tight! Too big." She panted still riding him. "Damn that's good....yeah real good." As he started to pound up into her. "Emmm," she threw her head back biting her lip and arched her back taking him deeper. "So good... been a while....show me what you've got stud...."
He smiled again. She had no idea what she was asking for. And did....
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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