And he would never touch her again. Malice kept his form between his female and the guard, ensuring both of them were in his view at all times.
His little medic pushed herself onto her knees. “If he doesn’t need the gun, I—”
“Stay where you are.” He glared at her.
Her eyes widened. She stopped moving.
His fraggin’ female had recently been damaged. The image of her crumpled, bloody form flashed across Malice’s processors. His anger escalated. “You’re my captive now. That means you need my permission to go anywhere.”
She blinked once, twice, then smiled sweetly at him. “Do I have your permission to—”
“No.” He didn’t need to hear her request before denying it. She was impossible, and there was an 84.1287 percent probability it would result in additional damage to herself.
“Oh.” The delectable scent of her arousal grew stronger, the musk taunting him.
The blasted female was frying his circuits. “I should strap you to the sleeping support.”
“Cunt.” Picton dared to curse at Illona.
“What did you say?” Malice turned his head and glowered at the guard.
No one spoke unkindly about his female…except for him.
“Hurt. Her.” The male’s eyes gleamed.
“I’ll hurt you. Badly.” Malice smacked the reprimand stick against his left palm and studied his enemy. Crimson coated the flight suit over the male’s stomach. That was his strong female’s handiwork. Pride filled him. She was a fighter…as he was. “Where should I start?”
His female touched her arm.
“That’s right.” He nodded. “You started with my female’s arm.”
He put all his rage into the swing. Metal connected with cloth-covered skin. Bones crunched.
Picton screeched, clutching his arm. “You’ll soon be parts, machine.” His words slurred together. His lips weren’t yet fully functional. “The Humanoid Alliance—”
“Listen to the screams, human.” Malice flicked his ear. Valor was impressively increasing his kill rate, was happily relaying the footage of all those kills to him. “The Humanoid Alliance won’t be rescuing you. Not this time.” He slammed the reprimand stick against the male’s other arm, breaking it as thoroughly.
The guard shrieked. “She experimented on you.” The male changed tactics, trying to frame Illona as the enemy.
And thirty planet rotations ago, Malice might have viewed his female that way. But he now had additional inputs. She had experimented on him because she had to do that, because the Humanoid Alliance was watching her, because his clever, brave medic hadn’t yet uncovered a way to free him.
“That was part of my female’s role.” He processed that now. She was as much of a captive as he had been. “Damaging me wasn’t part of your role.”
The guard attempted to shuffle away from him.
“You damaged me for fun.” Malice slammed the reprimand stick against the male’s right knee.
Bones cracked. Picton cried out and fell to the floor.
“I’m now damaging you for fun.” He kicked the male in the stomach as the male had kicked Illona.
Blood flowed from the wound she’d inflicted. Picton doubled up, gasping loudly. He must have been too winded to scream.
Humans were extremely fragile.
Malice glanced at his female.
His blasted human was staring at his groin.
His cock bobbed, appreciating that attention. She smiled, her joy lighting up her entire face, and he swallowed a groan. His female would be the death of him. He processed that yet had no desire to resist her.
“You should restore your energy levels, female.” He issued that warning to her. “When I’m done with him—” He whacked Picton across the chest with his own tool of torture. “—I’m breeding with you. Hard. I’ll use you so thoroughly, you’ll feel me in your core for planet rotations.” He kicked the male again. “Every stretch of you will be covered with my nanocybotics. I will own you this shift and every shift after this.”
Her lush lips parted. “Yes, please.” Her scent thickened in the air.
He breathed deeply, taking that part of her inside him. His balls throbbed with wanting. “Female.” He growled at his tiny human.
“Finish him.” She met his gaze. “Then we can fuck.”
The strength in her countenance enthralled him. The fragrance of death and hot willing female appealed to his savage warrior soul. The command in her tone plucked at his cock.
“You’re a medic.” He scowled at her, aroused to the point of pain. “Medics repair beings. They don’t order their deaths.”
“I’m not a medic in this moment.” His clever female used words he’d told her planet rotations ago. “I’m yours, and I’m waiting for you to remind me of that fact.”
Frag. He wanted to do exactly that.
“You won’t be waiting long.” He hit Picton again and again, releasing his frustration on the human male. Blood sprayed. The guard screamed.
Illona reached upward, the movement lifting her small breasts. She slowly took down her hair. The long black tendrils fell around her face, a covering cloth of rippling softness he wanted to sink his fingers into.
Malice struck Picton harder.
His female would short out any cyborg’s circuits.
And he wasn’t merely any cyborg. He was hers.
She processed that. Blast her.
Malice pounded on their enemy with all his might.
Chapter Thirteen
Illona had never expected to open her eyes again.
Yet she had…due to her cyborg’s extreme efforts, his caring, his sheer force of will. Malice had saved her from certain death, had stopped the attack against her. If she had suffered one more blow, she doubted she would have survived. Her warrior had then healed her with a series of uncharacteristically gentle fucks, coaxing her back to life. Now he was extracting vengeance on her behalf, pulverizing Picton into a puddle of mush.
The guard was no longer conscious or alive or recognizable as a being. Malice continued beating him with the reprimand stick, striking the little that was left of the male again and again. The strength of her warrior’s anger was awe-inducing. The wounds he was inflicting should have appalled her medic heart.
It should have done that…if she hadn’t been forced, over the past solar cycle and a half, to hurt less-malevolent beings, to torture her cyborg and his friend.
And if Picton hadn’t reveled in the pain he’d delivered to those two beings. She could have killed the guard for that.
But she didn’t have to take that action. Malice was ending his lifespan, appeared to be enjoying the task.
His eyes blazed with energy. His muscles flexed under his gray skin. He slammed the reprimand stick down on the remains of the male, splattering blood and gore everywhere.
Someone screamed. The sound came from outside the chamber. Gunfire followed.
The alarms had stopped wailing a few moments ago. The irritating red lights no longer flashed.
She glanced at the gun placed on the sleeping support. “Valor might need help. There are quite a few guards.”
“There were quite a few guards.” Malice bashed the flattened flesh some more. “He doesn’t need help.” Her cyborg tossed the reprimand stick to the side and turned to face her. “And I didn’t give you permission to move.” He glared at her.