Taking Vengeance (Cyborg Sizzle Book 12) by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax [Sax, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Vengeance had found release with his female three times during the flight to the Homeland. He shouldn’t want to fuck her again.

Yet he did. She bent over, slipping daggers into her boots. Her leather garments stretched tightly across her lush ass and his need drummed at him, his cock pressing against his borrowed body armor.

She was as needy as he was, the scent of her arousal flavoring the air. They had no time to sate their desires. The ship had landed. They would soon separate.

She hadn’t promised not to fuck another male.

His fingers balled into fists. He’d kill anyone who dared to touch her. She was his.

“Are you ready?” His female smiled up at him, her scarred face glowing.

No, he wasn’t ready, but there was no other logical choice. The council was waiting for them. Power, that pain in his processors, had sent him numerous transmissions, asking where he was.

“Stay close to me.” Vengeance’s voice was gruff.

“I will.” She clasped his hand.

He should pull his palm away from hers, put space between them, signal to every warrior they saw that he could resist his human female, that she wasn’t essential to his wellbeing, to his very definition of self.

But holding her hand would communicate she was under his protection. No one would damage her—physically or emotionally. She’d be safe.

That was more important to him than asserting his power. He linked his fingers with hers.

They walked out of the private chambers and through the small ship. He slowed his pace to human speeds, shortened his stride to match hers.

Truth waited by the ship’s exit doors. “Should I transfer your female’s belongings to your private chambers?” The warrior spoke to him yet winked at Astrid.

Vengeance scowled. The male shouldn’t be looking at his female. “Transfer my captive’s belongings there for now.”

“Ensure you transfer all of my weapons.” His female’s lips curled upward. “His captive will be needing them.”

“I like this female.” Truth chuckled.

The warrior had already expressed that sentiment. Too many times.

Vengeance tightened his grip on his female’s hand and moved faster, stomping down the ramp. Cyborgs of all model types lined the pathway, standing straight at attention.

Their eyes widened as his female appeared.

He lifted his chin. She was fierce, strong, beautiful, a female any warrior would want for his own.

And she belonged to him.

“Don’t worry, warriors.” She examined the males as she walked past them, her gaze cool, calculating, that of a being sizing up her opponents. “I promised Vengeance I wouldn’t kill anyone while I was here.”

The cyborgs reacted to her as he’d expected—with fascination, wonder, awe, the transmission lines buzzing with comments.

She’s a true warrior female.

Her dagger hilts are worn. She has utilized those weapons.

Her scars are stunning.

Footage of his female accompanied the words. Those images would be shared with every cyborg in the universe. Disseminating information was one of their strengths.

She is built for a cyborg.

Is the female scarred all over?

Some of the observations grew too warm, too appreciative for Vengeance’s comfort. He gazed sternly at those warriors, signaling his disapproval, and that type of chatter ceased.

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