Born

“What are you talking about?”

Someone had covered him with a thermal blanket and bound his hands above his head. From the rawness on his throat, he knew which someone to blame. “Where are they?”

She blinked, as if his question surprised her. “Are you talking about the Cyborgs that brought us here?

They have been gone for hours, left us right in the vehicle. I already tried to start it but it’s coded to their thumbprints. We’ve been  secured for the night.”

“So I am chained for your pleasure then, Task Mistress?”

Her eyes narrowed. “You are chained because you attacked your rescuers and cursed at me when you left me no choice but to stop you. I wanted to make sure you had come to your senses before I let you up.”

In a hard tone he gritted out, “Forgive me, for I was Bred to kill Cyborgs and don’t know how to react when the woman I am bound to protect runs off with them!”

Slinging a leg over his torso, she straddled him, bent low over his face. “I must have damaged your brain when I cut off your air. I did not run off with them.”

The feel of her soft, smooth skin against his sides, her hair spilling around his face, brought forth his baser urges. She invaded every sense, her essence being absorbed through his pores, setting his libido on fire. Struggling against his desire, the need binding him in even thicker chains, but he was determined not to go under again. “What did you intend, Task Mistress? Was I to be your personal whipping boy, the creature you tormented when you couldn’t fight back?

Or perhaps a love slave, hidden away and only allowed out of shackles to pleasure you when you grew wet and needy between your shapely thighs. I know which fate I would prefer.”

The air escaped her lungs as though he’d socked her in the abdomen. “Is that what you think? That I would use you to fill my needs then toss you aside like so much trash?”

Cormack didn’t reply.

“For your information, I had to negotiate to get them to rescue you.” She bent to the side, her hot core sliding across his stomach as she fumbled with her discarded armor. Her fingers groped with a loose thermal plate that did not nest against the others as it should. Wiggling it free, she let it clatter to the floor, and then withdrew a flat object. “They sought this.”

The journal, just as he had believed. “Then why do they not have it now?”

Her lips twitched, as though a smile lurked just beneath the surface. “Because I didn’t tell them where it was yet.”

The craftiness on her face stirred his desire, whipping it up to a fever pitch. He was a sick bastard for delighting in her darkness, for wanting her even though he knew she would hurt him time and again without fail. Allora had proven she was only out for herself, would manipulate whichever man offered her the biggest prize. He stared at her mouth, yearning for another taste. “Let me up.”

Her amethyst eyes glinted again with a secret fire.

“I’m not sure that I want to.”

His cock went from acutely aware of her, to throbbing painfully, begging for her attention. The blanket tented around him, the warm fabric creating a maddening friction on his sensitive shaft. “What do you want?”

Even white teeth sank into her fleshy lower lip as she traced her palms lightly over his shoulders. “To assure myself that you are alive, to touch you.”

“Do it then,” Bucking wildly beneath her, all the pain and humiliation burned to ash in the fire of his lust. She owed him this, damn it, for betraying him twice in one day.

The look in her eyes caressed him, as she studied every feature. “I thought you were going to die, that we both would.” Her thumbs flicked over his nipples and he hissed out a breath.

Do not fall under her spell again! “We still might, Allora. Do you know why they want you?”  Stay focused!

Nodding her head, she skimmed her palms back up over his pectorals, just as when she’d bathed him.

“They said my father wants to see me.” Her head lowered and he gasped as the wet heat of her mouth closed over his nipple. Heels digging into the cold metal floor, his hips jerked up and the blanket slid over his throbbing shaft.

Don’t surrender to her. The fog of need clouded his mind, making reasoning nigh impossible. The scent of her arousal filled the small space, slipping through the cracks in his resolve, widening them so his foundation started to crumble as she licked her way up his neck.

“And what of your betrothed? How many times do you suppose he will forgive your indiscretions?”

She pulled back, and he bit back a groan, seeing her nipples puckered against the thin fabric. “Are you talking about Gaul? I was going for his sword.”

“Yes, but now his sword isn’t here so you’ll have to make due with mine. If I hadn’t felt the evidence of your virginity myself, I’d never believe it, for you seem to find a man wherever you go.”