“I’ll be careful, cyborg.” She pressed her lips against his. “Try not to flatten anyone…and that includes Cadet’s dad.” She gave him another too-quick kiss and hurried into a not-at-all-cautious, all-female group hug.
His female was intent on getting herself killed. Malice blew out his breath, glanced at Cadet’s dad.
“Safe.” The C Model extracted a private viewscreen from one of the holders built into his body armor. “Con-vince.”
Several moments later, Malice no longer had any concerns about the safety of his female. Ghost, Cadet’s dad, might be severely damaged in many ways, but he had built defenses into the Mercury Minor security plan Malice wouldn’t have considered.
And he trained Malice on how to better protect and care for his little human. The C Model always carried nourishment bars and containers of beverage in his holsters for his fragile female. The warrior had generously shared some of those supplies with him.
Being a cyborg, having the ability to multitask, he had listened to the females’ chatter as he studied defense tactics with Ghost. There were some absurd discussions about the training and handling of C Models, alarming talk about the manufacturing of offspring, and much, much laughter.
When Illona finally returned to his side and they parted from Cadet and her family, allowing them time alone, his female’s eyes were shining with joy, her tread was light, and there were 0.0000 doubts in Malice’s processors that landing on Mercury Minor, making the planet their new home, was the right decision.
“They’ve started building the new medic bay, did you know that?” His female linked her fingers with his as they walked.
He nodded. Ghost had relayed the security measures for that structure also.
“We can claim the domicile closest to the site, if we wish.” His female wished that. He heard the longing in her voice. “It’s empty, and there’s space for the three of us. Valor can have the chamber on the ground level, and we can claim the upper chamber.”
Malice grunted. According to Ghost, sensors had already been set around the domicile. All they would have to do was activate them.
“Being close to the medic bay would be convenient.” His little medic was adorably animated, and that excited him. Too much. His cock pressed against his body armor. “One of the humanoid females on the planet is pregnant. Her warrior is a D Model. We’ll be helping to bring a new cyborg into the universe. Isn’t that wonderful?”
It was more than wonderful. It was a miracle, and it prompted Malice to envision his human in that state, her stomach rounded from offspring manufacturing.
That prospect filled him with tremendous joy and made his processors spin.
Half a solar cycle ago, he had been imprisoned in a tiny chamber, had been separated from Valor, his friend, and from the rest of his brethren. He had been trapped, solitary, angry.
Now, he was free, with no walls around him and no ceiling above his head. His friend was standing mere strides away from him, also liberated. Malice had a female whom he loved and who loved him.
And they might have offspring in the future. They could expand their family, create more love.
His heart swelled with emotion. He stopped and pulled Illona to him. Her slender curves fit perfectly against his muscles, the two of them becoming one. “I love you, Medic.”
“I love you, cyborg.” She tilted her head back and beamed up at him. A lock of her long, black hair had escaped its confines, framed her beautiful face. Gold specks glittered in her big brown eyes.
She was beautiful and strong, brave and loving, and she was his.
He brushed his lips against hers, tasting her smile. The sun shone on his head, his shoulders. The breeze skimmed over his form. His female’s delectable scent swirled around him.
“Thank you for saving me.” His tone was brusque.
Her cheeks turned pink. “You would have saved yourself eventually.”
She projected he was referring to their escape from the Humanoid Alliance. Malice was referring to much more than that. He cupped her chin. “Thank you for being mine.”
She had given him a bliss he hadn’t believed possible. And there was nowhere he’d rather be than where he was at the moment, standing in front of his female, his arms around her waist, not a breath of space between them. She was his home, his freedom, his everything.
His gaze locked with hers. He allowed his emotions to show, saw the corresponding love in her eyes.
One, three, five heartbeats passed.
“But I would have fraggin’ saved myself eventually.” He relayed that truth.
“And you would have smushed beings while doing so.” His little medic laughed.
It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
Malice scooped her into his arms. “We’re collecting Valor. It’s time to see our new home.”
He needed to breed with his female. Now.
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Other Books By Cynthia Sax
Rebel Cyborgs
Containing Malice
Under Strain
Cyborg Sizzle Series
Releasing Rage
Breathing Vapor
Being Green
Crash And Burn
Defying Death
Chasing Mayhem
Jumping Barrel
Hers To Command
Ghost of a Machine
Seeking Vector
Knowing Zip
Taking Vengeance
The Cyborg's Secret Baby
Dark Arsenal
Cyborg Space Exploration
Choosing Chuckles
Doc's Orders
Dominance And Dissent
Passion Surge
North Bound
Testing Truth
Refuge Series
Dark Thoughts
Dark Flight
Dark Strength
Dark Fire
Dark Warlord
Dark Cure
Chamele Barbarian Warlord Series
Warlord Sky
Warlord's Bounty
Warlord Unarmed
Warlord Reunited
Warlord’s Mercy
Warlord’s Return
Under Strain - Excerpt
Here is an excerpt from Under Strain, the second story in the Rebel Cyborgs series.
Kamyelle leaned forward, gazing through the leaves of her chosen tree. Her stomach jumbled with a combination of fear and excitement. It had been solar cycles since she’d seen another being.
A male ran out of the ship. His guns were drawn. His skin was gray like the super fast humanoids but his eyes were brilliant blue, not black like theirs were. He was a warrior. His black body armor was decorated with weapons.
Another male exited behind him. He had the same coloring and the same arsenal, was larger. One of his arms was artificial. The sun’s rays reflected off the silver metal.