She pictured herself naked and bound, her cyborg standing over her, his eyes blazing, his cock hard. “Yes, please.” A shiver of delight rolled over her.
“Aargh.” Malice paced faster. “I need to kill or breed or my systems will shut down.”
Illona grinned. She liked how he dealt with his frustrations. “You said Valor had killed all the other beings in the lab.”
“He did kill all the other beings in the lab. Blast him.” Her cyborg skidded to a stop. “That leaves breeding.”
He turned and stalked toward her. His brilliant blue eyes blazed with energy. His cock bobbed as he moved. A dab of pre-cum glistened on its tip.
Illona’s smile widened. “That leaves breeding.”
She spread her thighs, eager to cure her cyborg of all his vexations.
Chapter Fourteen
His female was determined to trade her lifespan for his freedom, believing that would help him.
A shift later, some of Malice’s anger over her plans remained. Her death, the grand sacrifice she proposed to make, wouldn’t benefit him. At all.
It would destroy him completely.
He would watch over her, would keep her safe—from herself and from their enemies. That required leaving the chamber and the lab, relocating her to somewhere the Humanoid Alliance couldn’t touch her.
Malice cradled his little medic in his arms as he surveyed the arsenal Valor had sourced for them. She slept. Her breathing was deep and level. Her eyes were closed.
His human’s systems were suboptimal. His lips twisted. She needed his protection.
And she needed his care. She was clad in her white jacket, a replacement flight suit, and her boots. He’d polished her footwear and cleaned the jacket. They had been a mess.
Valor had retrieved the flight suit, along with containers of beverage and a handful of nourishment bars from her chamber. The warrior had forgotten her hair fasteners.
Malice had to send him back to the chamber to retrieve those.
His female’s visual system was limited. He couldn’t allow it to be further impeded by her long locks of black hair. And his medic preferred to be tidy.
He perused the array of guns and blades. We arm ourselves with the best weapons. He held his tiny female with one arm, grabbed a dagger with his other hand, slipped it into a sheath built into his body armor.
Valor had located those protective garments also. They had been stuffed into a container in a storage chamber.
The E Model didn’t choose a weapon. He had a dazed expression on his face.
Valor. Malice barked at him through the transmission lines.
Oh. The male jerked. There are so many transmissions. He’d destroyed the blocker. And we’ve heard silence for solar cycles. The constant streaming of communications is…distracting.
It was blasted irritating. Malice grunted.
Most of our brethren have been free for solar cycles. Valor grasped a dagger similar to his. And they are…whole. He gazed down at his purely mechanical hands. The good roles have been filled. They might not have a need for us.
Malice didn’t give a fraggin’ hole if their brethren had a need for them.
But his friend cared about that. Very much.
They have a high-ranking Captain with mechanical feet. He had sent Valor the specs about Vector, the permanently damaged and very much esteemed C Model. That Captain has a female.
His friend was concerned about that also. He worried he wasn’t worthy of a female.
The male was malfunctioning. Malice shook his head. Having mechanical arms and legs hadn’t hampered Valor’s fighting skills. He had downed the beings in the lab like a C Model.
He achieved Captain status before his damage was revealed. Valor sheathed the dagger.
That revelation didn’t cost him his role or his female. Malice scowled at his friend. The E Model was emotionally damaging himself for nothing. The Humanoid Alliance has sent a ship to annihilate us. That information had been conveyed over the enemy’s systems. Focus on remaining alive now. We’ll chatter about roles later.
He preferred to never chatter about it. Knowing his talkative friend, that wasn’t an option.
Malice selected a gun, looked along its barrel, tested the feel of it in his hand. It was adequate. He holstered the weapon.
The Humanoid Alliance’s monitoring equipment is deactivated. Valor choose a gun also, spun it on his palm, slid it into a holster. They could sweep the structure first, try to retrieve their test subjects. We could pick them off one by one as they move through the lab.
We’re replaceable machines to them. Malice chose his next weapon, a small gun for his female.
Because of her fabrication of her nanocybotics-booster formula, she was much more valuable than they were. But the enemy didn’t process that, viewing her as a disposable female.
He slid the lever to the stun setting because he didn’t wish a projectile in the groin. And he slipped the gun into one of her pockets. The Humanoid Alliance will use missiles.
I was referring to the rotting beings. Valor’s tone was dry. He selected a blade. They were savage and challenging to kill.
The Resurrected, as Illona called them, were the reason his female wanted the lab destroyed. She was convinced the beings were the Humanoid Alliance’s next great weapon.
Malice couldn’t project how reanimated humans could kill anything. Humans were easy to defeat even when they were fully functional.
He chose another blade. We’ve already set up trip lines in the lab. Valor had attached those wires to explosives. If they enter it, they’ll die. We’ll wait outside the structure and commandeer their ship if they land.
Vengeance was good. Vengeance and a means of transport was better.
Valor chattered about the path they had to take out of the lab, the placement of the trip lines, the thin air on the planet, other things. The E Model was hopeful their brethren would arrive before the Humanoid Alliance did.
Malice had no such optimism. They hadn’t heard from Cadet. The transmission line previously utilized no longer existed. They couldn’t determine the order of the approaching ships, and he wouldn’t base his female’s safety on luck.
A gun in his hand was more reliable.
He rested his chin on top of his female’s head, breathed in her succulent fragrance, as he listened to Valor’s flow of words. They filled all the sheaths and holsters on their body armor. The weight of the weapons was familiar, comforting. He was a warrior again—not a captive, not a test subject.
Illona stirred in his arms, pressing her slight curves against body armor-clad muscle.
The movement excited his body. He had to force himself to concentrate on their escape, to not become distracted.
“Malice.” His female gazed up at him. Her gaze was soft, unfocused. “Is it time for you to leave?”
“It’s time for us to leave.” He hefted her high against his chest and stalked toward the chamber door. “Valor, you cover the rear.”
“I usually do.” The E Model’s tone was edged with excitement. “This is just like old times.”
Malice huffed his disagreement. He didn’t have to worry about protecting a fragile human female during those old times.
“I can walk.” That human female wiggled in his grip.
“You will remain still and silent.” He slung his little medic over his right shoulder and smacked her ass, seeking to end her protests. “We’re moving at cyborg speed.”