Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,59
protecting the princess.”
“Thank you, my prince.” Claude stood straighter. “We protected you also.”
Truth didn’t need protecting. He swallowed the quip, not wanting to dim the pride shining from the male’s eyes. “Protecting is what we warriors do.”
“Yes, my prince.” Claude snapped his boot heels together, the movement straining his chest covering.
It held, however, much to Truth’s regret. He carried his princess toward their chambers. “If his garments burst when I’m not present, I’ll be severely disappointed.”
His princess looked around them and whispered, “I’ll be disappointed also.” Her eyes danced with mirth.
She was perfect for him. He walked with her into their private chambers.
Marthe was laying garments out on the sleeping support. She glanced upward and her mouth fell open.
“Uh-oh, we’re in trouble.” His princess giggled against his chest.
“Lay our princess on the sleeping support and return in a few moments, my prince.” Marthe moved the garments. “I’ll ensure she’s presentable.”
“I’ll tidy our princess this planet rotation, Marthe.” He looked at the female in his arms, allowing his lust for her to show.
Her eyes widened and the scent of her arousal grew stronger. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and that thrilled Truth.
“Oh.” The emotional damage in Marthe’s voice redirected his focus.
His heart twisted. He had wounded the kind, giving female with his careless words.
“You must be much too busy to complete a minor task like that, Marthe.” Truth smiled at her. “Once we’ve completed our voyage and we emerge from the required quarantine, we’ll be meeting with my Captain and with many of my brethren for the very first time. They will expect a grand spectacle, one worthy of Royaume royalty.”
They always expected a grand spectacle when he was involved. He had a reputation to uphold.
“Oh my.” Marthe placed her fluttering hands on her chest. “Our princess has to make a favorable first impression on your brethren. Relations between Royaume and the cyborgs will depend upon that.”
His female would make a favorable first impression as she was dressed now. She was beautiful and brave and strong.
But it would be fun to make his brethren’s jaws drop.
“First impressions are important.” Truth nodded.
His first view of Nancy had captivated him. She moved like no other being he’d encountered.
He lifted her higher against his chest.
“I’ll need to fabricate a new gown for our princess, something special, something no one has ever seen.” Marthe’s eyes glowed with excitement. “This might be the most important event I’ve ever dressed her for.”
“You’ll be dressing our princess and her entourage.” Truth expanded the female’s view of the event. “The cyborgs will be observing you and Claude and Valentin also.” He paused dramatically. “And they will be observing me.” He gazed down at the princess pressed against his body armor clad-chest. “The only garment I have is this one.”
“Oh my.” Marthe’s eyes widened. “Oh my. Oh my.” She rushed past them, stopped a step away from the door, turned. “I’ll start from the top.” The female hurried back to them, snatched the tiara off his female’s head. “Yours too.” She held out her right palm.
He reluctantly removed his crown and handed it to her.
“Not blue.” Marthe muttered that as she left the chamber. “We’ve already done blue.” The doors closed behind her.
“She’ll dress you all in pink. You know that, right?” His princess laughed.
“Captain’s eyes will pop out of his head.” Truth jumped onto the sleeping support with his female, rolled her over the surface, stripping off her gloves, her gown, her slippers as they moved.
Their limbs entwined. Her brown skin shone like a polished stone he’d spotted on a battlefield many solar cycles ago. The gold rimming his princess’ irises glowed, calling to him. He discarded his body armor, needing to feel her curves against his muscle.
His bare form connected with hers and they both moaned. His princess became still, looked up at him. He braced over her, meeting her gaze.
Lines formed between her dainty eyebrows. “Does your Captain know we’ll be staying on his ship…that all of us are staying there? If that’s an inconvenience—”
“My brethren are excited to have your fathers and your mother on the ship.” Captain had appeared pleased by that news also. “Cyborgs don’t mature past a certain stage. Our females don’t mature once they sport our nanocybotics. Only the freeborn cyborgs have known parents. They’re curious about Marthe, Valentin, and Claude.”
The creases on his female’s beautiful face disappeared. “Claude will have a new audience for his stories.” She smiled. “Valentin will have plenty of beings to record.”