Malice had his own scanning capabilities. He determined the guards’ positions through those.
As Illona neared his chamber, his scans tracked her approach also. His processors hummed. His control was challenged. Seeking to supplement it, he retreated to the far side of the chamber, flattened his form against that wall and waited for her.
His medic and the head guard exchanged a tense volley of words. Picton claimed the machine was agitated. Illona told him she wasn’t seeking his input.
The door opened. She stepped into the chamber.
“You’ll get my input.” Picton sneered at her back. “And much more.” Silver flashed in his hands.
Malice rushed forward, jumping over the sleeping support.
He was too slow.
The guard slashed at Illona with a dagger, then backed away from her, retreating into the hallway like the coward he was. “The machine will end your lifespan now.”
The male smirked at him as the door closed.
Malice suppressed the urge to strike at him. His focus was, would always be, his female.
She gasped, grasped her side. The scent of freshly spilled blood teased his nostrils. Her face turned pale. Her legs buckled under her.
He caught her before she hit the floor. “The male touched you, damaged you.” A guilt-fed fury meshed with his concern. She was his and he hadn’t protected her.
“I’ve been damaged for the past solar cycle and a half.” His tiny human’s voice was alarmingly faint. “I promised to let you kill me. Picton might have forced me to break that vow.”
“No one will kill you but me.” Malice’s voice was gruff with emotion.
He stripped her white jacket off her. It dropped to the tiles. He removed her boots and flight suit next, revealing brown skin, slight curves.
And a hand-length gash on her side. Crimson flowed down her hip, along her leg.
He lifted her high against the wall. She didn’t protest that treatment. That was testament to how damaged she was.
Malice bent his head, extended his tongue, and licked over the wound. His female hissed. The metallic taste of her blood filled his mouth. It was mixed with the tingle of his nanocybotics.
They should repair her. He laved the cut again and again, transferring additional nanocybotics to her. She threaded her fingers through his short hair, curved them over his scalp, holding him to her as he tended to her, as he fixed his fragile human the only way he processed how.
Her torn flesh slowly pulled together. A thin layer of skin formed over the damage.
She would live. He released a ragged breath and rested his forehead against her form for one, two heartbeats. Relief flowed through him.
His little medic stroked the back of his head, his nape. That light massage soothed him, taming his rage, reassuring him.
She was alive, was with him. Her damage was repairing.
He could hasten that process, do more for her. “Breeding would relay a larger quantity of nanocybotics to you. That would repair you faster.”
“Yes, breed with me.” She wiggled against him, her sensuous movements teasing his already-aroused body. “As a medic, I approve of that treatment. Wholeheartedly.” His female lowered her hands to his shoulders. “Fuck me.” She hooked her legs around his waist. “Fill me with your healing cum.”
Her wet pussy touched his bare skin and he shuddered, his wanting carving him into pieces. He yearned to take her hard and fast, to pound into her with everything he had.
But she was damaged. “Be still.” He pressed her against the wall, stopping her movements, and he ruthlessly contained his lust, setting perimeters around their breeding, putting his machine in charge. “I fuck you.” He utilized her word for it. “You don’t fuck me.”
Her pussy juices dripped down his form. “I’m yours to fuck.” A need matching his darkened her big brown eyes.
“You are mine.” He brushed his lips over hers, rewarding her for her submission. “You won’t exert yourself. This time.” They would breed more vigorously later, when she was whole once more.
“This time.” The smile she gave him strained his systems. She was so fraggin’ beautiful.
And she belonged to him.
He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside his female. She was decadently snug, embracing his shaft. Heat rushed along his length. He sank deeper and deeper into her.
The bliss was extreme. He groaned, unable to stay silent.
That sound was echoed by Illona. Her lips parted. Her head tilted back.
She was gorgeous. His base touched her pussy lips and he paused, gazing at her.
He didn’t trust her. Not 100.0000 percent. Doubts remained around her motivation, about why she was helping him. The past five hundred and fifty-eight planet rotations of torture weren’t erased from his databases.
But he admired her beauty, her strength, her passion. She belonged to him now. It was his cock inside her tight pussy. He reveled in that realization.
“I missed this.” She met his gaze. Specks of gold shone in her brown eyes. “I missed the connection with another being, with you.”
Malice grunted, rocked into her, holding back his wanting, his need. He had missed her also, missed the physical contact, her chatter, her warmth. She had become part of him.
He couldn’t kill her. That would damage him.
His choices were to leave her in the lab when he escaped or capture her, bring her with them. More inputs were required for that decision. He advanced and retreated, advanced and retreated. The feel of her around his shaft was exquisite.
Her nipples brushed against his chest, the most tantalizing of caresses. Her hips hitched. She smacked her heels against his ass.
Her responses excited him, threatened to dissolve his restraint. “Stay still.” He growled at her. “Your damage isn’t fully repaired.”
Her spine straightened. Her pussy grew wetter. “I’m a medic.” She muttered that reply. “I know how much I can take.”
“You will take what I give you.” He drove into her with a bit more fervor. “And you aren’t a medic in this moment.” Her white jacket was on the floor, not hanging from her slender shoulders. “You’re mine and you will follow my orders.”
Her eyes widened slightly. Her grip on his shoulders intensified. “I’m not scared of dying.”
“Death won’t be the reprimand.” He glowered at her, not liking how casually she treated that possible fate. “You should be scared of me.”
“Stars, yes.” Her inner walls rippled over him. For some illogical reason, his threat aroused her.
That aroused him. He huffed, taking her again and again. Her scent swirled around him, teasing his nostrils, inflaming his desire. She panted, those breathy little sounds tugging on his cock. The softness of her skin, the slight swell of her curves, was decadent.
He captured her lips, tasting her sweetness. She sucked on his tongue, drawing that part of him inside her also.
Fraggin’ hole. He was losing himself in her, and he no longer cared about consequences of that action. All he processed was her, her mouth, her form, her hold on him.
He ravished his female against the wall, careful not to aggravate her damage, thrusting into her with a jaw-clenching moderation. She clasped his nape, splaying her fingers around the remote access chip. Their tongues tumbled, twined. Their forms slapped together.