body—the impregnable frame under his muscles, under his gray skin—felt to her bones.
But she didn’t retreat, didn’t surrender. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and held on, enjoying the experience. “Yes. Yes.” Sweat streamed between her curves, adding shine to her warrior. Locks of her hair tumbled downward, skimming over her, over him.
His eyes shone brighter. “Mine.” He pistoned in and out of her. “Mine.”
In that one word, she heard what others, what Cadet had perceived. ‘Mine’ was more than a statement of ownership. It was a declaration of love. When Malice said she was his, he was relaying he had claimed her forever. He would never let her go.
She hitched her hips upward, meeting him midway. Her lifespan was no longer hers to risk. It belonged to him. If she hurt herself, if she put herself in unnecessary peril, if she placed her well-being last, she would hurt him also.
Help as many beings as you can. Medic Anahit, her mentor, had given her that mandate.
She had followed it literally, not realizing that helping others also meant helping herself, maintaining her health, keeping her body strong and alive. Her patients, and now, her cyborg, relied on that, on her. She wouldn’t, couldn’t let them down.
Malice wouldn’t allow that to happen. Even as he fucked her with an exciting savagery, his face dark with need, he didn’t hurt her more than she enjoyed being hurt. He moderated his great strength, keeping her safe and whole, relaying a love she fully returned.
“Love. You.” Her voice was loud in the tiny space and she was glad for that. She wanted the universe to know how much she cared for him. “Love. You.”
“Love. You.” Her cyborg took up that battle cry. He ravished her against the wall again and again. White dust fell from the ceiling. The nearby containers rattled. “Love. You.”
Mercy. She was close. Her inner walls closed around him. Her arms and legs trembled. She—
He drove deep, filling her with hard cock, and swiveled his hips. An unyielding part of him brushed against her clit, and that sweet pressure pushed her over the edge of fulfillment.
“Malice.” She screamed his name and clenched his shaft, seeking to hold onto him, her warrior, her constant, as she fell into the decadent abyss.
“Love.” Her cyborg tilted his head back and roared, joining her in erotic abandonment. Spurts of cum shot from his tip, bathing her intimate flesh with overwhelming bliss.
She called his name louder, raked his chest with her fingertips, gyrated, bombarded with the most exquisite rapture. Her pussy walls constricted around his shaft once more.
He came again. His eyes had gone dark. His big form shook with the power of his release. And she was sucked downward into the euphoria. It was so acute she tasted it on her tongue, saw splashes of color around his countenance, heard the rush of wind in her ears.
She found satisfaction over and over, losing track of how many times she dived into that vortex, taking him with her. The acuteness of her ecstasy eased. Those spaces inside her remained warmed by love, by her bond with her warrior.
He held her through it, keeping her safe. His shoulders shuddered. His chest heaved. His face was stark with strain. Yet he didn’t fall. He didn’t drop her. Her cyborg pinned her in place, caging her with his form, protecting her from herself.
They stayed like that for many moments, not moving, not speaking, simply enjoying each other’s company, savoring the link between them.
He was right. They were one. She couldn’t imagine a future without him.
It was now her task to imagine a lifespan with him. And with Valor, his friend.
She liked the male, would never ask Malice to part from him. “Valor seemed excited about the role Cadet offered him.”
The E Model wanted to be wanted.
Illona understood how he felt. Her fingers splayed over her cyborg’s chest. She liked being wanted also.
“Delete Valor from your processors for a heartbeat, Medic.” Malice lifted his head and frowned at her. “What excites you?”
“You excite me.” She had come multiple times, should be completely sated, yet she wanted him again, always.
His eyes gleamed and his cock hardened inside her. He wanted her again also. “Did Cadet’s offer excite you?”
“Some of the cyborgs will never accept me, Malice.” She had seen the hatred in Strain’s eyes. The male had wanted to kill her. And he wouldn’t be the only warrior to feel that way about her. “That will bother you.”
Her cyborg’s frown deepened.
“And