Containing Malice (Rebel Cyborgs #1) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,30

bombarded him. He gritted his teeth, absorbing the yearning, moderating his drives forward. She was damaged. He wouldn’t—

She clenched down on his shaft, snapping his control.

“Illona.” He surged forward, burying himself up to his base, and let go. A roar burst from his lips. Cum shot from his tip. Pleasure assailed him from all directions.

His female screamed, flung her head back. Her fragile skull smacked against the wall. She squeezed him again, raking his skull with her fingernails.

He bellowed her name louder, came again, harder this time. The pain had amplified his bliss. She was marking him, owning him as he owned her. He loved that, wanted more.

His systems couldn’t handle it. His nanocybotics were boosted but that wasn’t sufficient to handle his little medic. His universe went dark, silent. His knees threatened to buckle under him.

He didn’t fall. That would damage his female and he wouldn’t allow that to happen.

She shook against him, trembling, gripping and letting go of his cock, draining him of everything—his cum, his desire, his energy.

He shuddered, leaning into her, resting his forehead against hers. His chest heaved. The waves of bliss sweeping over him gradually leveled.

His systems rebooted. He breathed deeply. No scent of blood, but she was too still, too quiet, pressed against him. “Did I damage you, female?”

“Would it bother you if you damaged me?” She reached upward, traced his jaw with one of her fingers. “You plan to kill me this rest cycle.”

That was her timeline, not his.

She caressed him some more. Pleasure shimmered over his skin.

His eyelids partially lowered. “I should kill you.”

But he wouldn’t, couldn’t complete that feat. He was too addicted to her touch.

“If it would heal you, if it would ease some of your pain, your rage, end my lifespan.” She stroked him, her words softly spoken, her tone warm. “It would be a kindness. I have one planet rotation, maybe two, left, and I’ve helped you all I can.”

Had he not repaired her damage? Alarm filled Malice.

She hadn’t answered that question, had cleverly countered it with another query.

He hefted her higher against the wall. His tiny female weighed less than a missile launcher. And he examined her side. There was no trace of the wound, of any other damage.

She was fully functional, must have been referring to her blasted experiments ending, not her lifespan terminating. The tension in his shoulders eased.

“I determine when your help is no longer required.” He skimmed his lips along her now-repaired damage, and her stomach fluttered against him. “You won’t take any unnecessary risks, tiny human.”

She sighed, the sound relaying a mixture of regret and joy. “I take too few risks.” She ran her fingers over his scalp, massaging him, and he rumbled with happiness. “If I wasn’t so very cautious, I could have arranged the downing of the transmission blocker earlier. But I only had one chance at doing that, and technology…that isn’t my strongest skill.”

“It isn’t any skill of yours.” He snorted against her form. The programming on the remote access chip currently inserted in his neck slot had been a mess.

His female laughed and his soul lightened. “I’m a disaster at it.” She bent over him, kissed the top of his head. “Once I realized I needed to know something about systems to free anyone from this horrid place, I tried to teach myself those skills, but it was a struggle.”

He lowered her until their gazes met. “I had those skills.” She could have given him the remote access chip earlier. He would have downed the transmission blocker.

“You could have killed me the first time we were truly alone, with no one watching us.” She glanced at the deactivated monitoring equipment. “I had to ensure you had what you needed to free yourself if you did that.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “You cared about the freedom of a warrior who might kill you?”

Her gaze returned to him, where it belonged. “There are fates worse than death.” A tremor ran through her small form. He tightened his grip on her. “And there’s no one I would rather have kill me than you.” She smiled at him. “You’re magnificent.”

He was magnificently aroused. And he didn’t want to talk about death and killing.

Not now. Not with her.

It aggravated him, made him want to pound some human males into puddles of flesh. That wasn’t possible to do, not at the moment, not without endangering Illona, Valor, himself.

He preferred to redirect his energy to the other task C Models were skilled at—breeding.

Malice covered his