B Cubed #3 Borg (8 page)

“Do you like how I taste?” he asked, utterly
shameless.

She scooted back so she could meet his
unblinking stare even as she wrapped her fingers around his enormous cock. “I
do,”

“Will you,” he had to clear his throat. “I mean,
would you take me in your mouth?”

He looked so hopeful that she had to smile even
as she explored the sizable appendage. “I want to, but I’m not sure how much I
can take in. I’ve never done this before.”

That steady hand still stroked through her hair
as though he wanted to memorize the texture of each individual strand.  “Don’t
worry about taking all of me. I only want to know the feel of your mouth.”

And really, how could she
not
try after
that?

She leaned back a little and tilted her head as
she decided the best way to proceed. “Spread your legs for me and bend your
knees up.”

He did at once. The position was lewd and
raunchy as hell, with his legs spread and his cock jutting up, balls hanging
down to the shadowy cleft of his buttocks. All male animal, ready and eager for
sex, needing it almost desperately. She crawled between his spread thighs,
savored being surrounded by his heat, his scent.

She took him in one hand, holding him in place.
Starting at the root, she licked her way up along the pulsing vein to the
leaking crown. On impulse, she dabbed her tongue against the slit, lapping up
his essence.

“Sage,” he hissed her name, hips rocking up,
encouraging her to take more of him. The sound of it emboldened her as did the
shaking in his thighs as she licked her way down the other side. Such power she
had over him. It amazed her that he opened himself up to her, was eager, even
greedy for her to do whatever she would. He lay there all open and exposed,
wanting her, craving her. Never had she felt so desired.

Her hesitation only a distant memory, she rubbed
her face against the jutting length. “You like this?”

She didn’t wait to hear his reply as she closed
her lips over as much of him as she could take inside her mouth.  He sat up,
his fingers spearing through her hair until he held her in place. She stilled,
and looked up at him, afraid he was about to lose it. His eyes were like
emerald fire as he watched her suckle his length, both hands wrapped around the
portions she couldn’t fit inside her mouth.

“Please,” he rasped. “Don’t stop.”

She had no intention of stopping. With him
clamped between her lips, she swirled her tongue around the head, savoring his
cock like a decadent treat. She pulled back, then pushed down, further this
time, taking more of him inside.  Her sex tingled, as though wanting its turn
to have his hard hot shaft impaled within.

He spoke again, in a language she couldn’t understand,
soft, urgent words which she took as encouragement. The world around them which
had always felt too big shrank down, encompassing just the two of them in this
moment.

He won’t hurt me.
Sage wasn’t sure what
finally drove that point home. Maybe it was the way his muscle shook in
restraint, or the devoted expression he wore but she believed it. He didn’t try
to direct her, didn’t buck or move more than to lie back in surrender, simply
watched with hooded eyes, lips parted as he sucked in one breath, then the
next.

Sage had seen plenty of sex in her life. Borns
had given up discretion generations before. She’d seen women do many things to
their lovers during oral sex, things the men seemed to go wild for. Would
Berrick respond the same way?

Only one way to find out.

Chapter Seven

Dayen was in an agony of pleasure. He’d been
unable to believe his luck when she said she’d take him into her mouth. The
sight alone of his length moving in and out of her pink lips had his balls
drawn up tight, ready to spend. Then the feel of wetness, her tongue swirling
over him until the room spun and he thought he might pass out.

She was just as aroused. He scented her feminine
fragrance growing stronger with every lick.  His instincts rode him hard to
buck deeper into Sage’s sweet mouth, or to pin her beneath him and drive
himself between her thighs so he could rid himself of all his excess seed. But
she didn’t want that. No, she wanted to take her time and slowly drive him
insane.

One hand slipped off his shaft and slid down to
massage his aching balls. He froze as she took another inch into him, then
slipped back to suckle the head. Her eyes were closed now, short spikey lashes
fanning over hallowing cheeks. Was there ever a more erotic sight?

Dayen’s head thrashed as that rogue hand slid
even further down to press on a spot beneath his tightened sac. Every language
he’d studied abandoned him and he was reduced to communicating through gasps
and grunts like an animal. He couldn’t take his gaze from her and for the first
time in his life he wanted to know what someone else was thinking. She looked
to be enjoying herself as she fought to take more and more of him inside. Her
arousal made him growl in agony as he imagined sating her.

Just when he was sure he’d lost the battle and
was about to spend, her mouth released him. He shouted in agony, needing to
come so badly he could taste it.

She said something, words that were drowned out
beneath the roaring of blood in his ears.

“Don’t stop,” he was reduced to begging and
didn’t care. Pride meant nothing next to the agony of unfulfilled lust.

Dayen grabbed for his cock, but she batted him
away. He reached forward again but her hand closed on him lightly.  Not what he
wanted but he bucked into her grip, driven solely by the need for release
uncaring of how it was delivered. His eyes closed and he rocked in time with
her twisting strokes, almost frantic.

Then he felt her unexpectedly slick finger
pressing against his rear opening. His breath abandoned him as she prodded
against the tiny aperture, easing her way inside him. His mind couldn’t process
the sensation, especially not wen her wicked tongue slid over his scrotum and
back up his twitching length in a sensual promise.

The finger moved slowly, almost tenderly in him
and he relaxed into it as her mouth surrounded his cock again, the head now
hitting the back of her throat. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation precisely but
what had driven her to touch him there…?

Thoughts scattered as she found a spot hidden in
his channel and pressed firmly into it. Climax roared through him, unexpected
and more intense than he’d ever imagined. He had no chance to warn her, no
breath or words or even awareness beyond blinding pleasure. Seed was pushed and
pulled from his body and she took it all, one swallow at a time.

It went on and on and on. He lost himself in it,
the release so different from anything he’d ever experienced before. His body
was a distant thing, his mind free floating and totally at peace. He drifted,
content to simply be.

Sage was his anchor through it all. The soft
feel of her breath on his skin, her heady fragrance, the smooth texture of her
skin where she still touched him, it surrounded and invaded him.

He came back to himself slowly, like dust
settling after a powerful storm.  The one thing he noticed first was that she
was now as warm as he was. Though his arms seemed to be totally without
strength, he fought to reach for her and tug her toward him. She resisted until
he managed to say, “I want to hold you.” Then she came, willingly to drape
across him.

Her scent jolted him, spicing the air with need
unfulfilled. Though sleep beckoned, he didn’t want to leave her unsated. She
still had the blanket separating her from his touch, but their legs were
tangled together beneath the covering. Would she accept the relief her body
demanded?

Slowly, so as not to startle her, he raised his
leg up between hers, until it pressed against the lips of her sex in a silent
invitation.  She raised her head and he read the conflict there, blue eyes wide
with apprehension, yet so hot with need.

“Use me,” he said softly.

She shook her head even as she shifted her
weight and pressed herself more firmly against his leg. Wetness coated his
thigh as her sex lips parted. He growled his approval.

            She
licked her lips as though she could still taste him there as her hips circled
and ground against him.  Her head fell back, her eyes closed as she slowly rode
him.

            She
was breathtaking, his sensual little mate. The way she arched and bucked
against him, even his cock twitched at the sight of her. He couldn’t stop
himself from reaching through the blanket to cup one of her bobbing breasts.
The tight nipple abraded his palm. He didn’t fondle or squeeze, just held her,
let her know he wanted to pleasure her however she would have him.

            It
was Sage who took his other hand, and threaded her fingers through it. Sage who
let the blanket fall away so he could see all of her, perched on his knee in
the throes of passion.  Sage who arched with a cry and came with her eyes
locked on his face.

            In
that moment he believed they would have it all, share everything. She’d open
herself to him, let him touch and taste her the way he yearned to and then he
would finally know what it was like to join with her, to empty himself into her
and see the pleasure mirrored in her own eyes.

            She
collapsed against him, her body still twitching with aftershocks. He wanted to
thank her for trusting him to take care of her, for opening herself to him. For
simply being. He searched for the perfect words, ones that wouldn’t break the
spell.

             She
moved only long enough to retrieve her blanket, this time to cover them both.
“Good night, Berrick.”

            Berrick.
The beast stirred and he choked back a snarl. All the peace from a moment
before evaporated and his arms tightened around her. Damn, he wanted to hear
his name on her lips. Preferably in the throes of orgasm. He wanted her to know
that she was made for Dayen and him alone.

            In
sleep she curled even tighter against him until her entire back molded into his
side. He relaxed little by little and soon the beast too settled down. Tomorrow
he’d tell her all she needed to know and then she’d be his mate in truth. After
what they’d shared, he felt sure she’d forgive him the deception, see that he’d
done it to win her trust the only way he knew how. And then he would have her,
forever.

            Dayen
smiled. Everything would be all right.

****

           
Strong
hands on her flesh, hot breath on the back of her neck the searing impact as
something tore inside her, giving way beneath his driving thrusts.  She could
smell him, the unwashed body that mated frantically with hers, that laughed as
she cried and she begged him to stop.

            “
Get
used to it Borg whore.” He spat on her and then groaned as he drove in deeper,
ignoring her cries. “He’ll fuck you until he’s bored and then pass you around
like an open keg of ale until you’re dry and used up.”

            It
didn’t go on long even as the moments stretched out into forever. He finished
and she retreated from the bed where she’d been sleeping.  Where she’d always
felt safe to the floor, crawling away like a wounded animal.

            Her
attacker lay on his back, pants dangling from his knees, shaft softening. It
didn’t look like something that should hurt, yet the place between her legs was
battered and bruised, a testament to how dangerous a weapon he’d wielded
against her.  She didn’t look at his face, didn’t want to know if she
recognized him. But then he sat up and those eyes burned into her with malice
and hatred….

            “Better
get used to it, bitch. Cyborgs fuck for hours without rest.”

           
It was the hot breath on
her neck that woke her, that or the iron hard length nestled into the small of
her back, insisting, demanding.

            She
screamed and bolted to get away from him. Or at least, she tried to. Strong
arms gripped her around the middle and dragged her back. She fought and clawed
and kicked, her entire being focused on escape.
Not again, not again, not
again.

            Her
attacker spoke, his tone of voice familiar but her heart beat too fast to let
her hear his words.

            All
at once, her struggles ceased as he pulled her flat onto her back and a
familiar face loomed over her.

            “Sage,
easy, it’s all right. You’re safe.”    

            Her
latest lungful of air escaped in a relieved sigh. Berrick. So she wasn’t back
in her room in the Born tunnels, wasn’t in danger of being attacked or
violated.

            At
least not until her mating ceremony took place.

            “Are
you all right?” Concern darkened those leafy green eyes.

            She
bit her lip and shook her head.

            “It
was just a bad dream.” He released his iron grip on her arms, though he did
thread his fingers through hers in the same way she’d done with him the night
before when she’d rubbed herself against him until she came all over his leg.

            Shame
flushed beneath her skin and she glanced away, unable to hold his gaze.  Lily
took the opportunity to come over and sniff at the blankets.

            Rough
fingers glided along her cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” He was careful
to keep the lower half of his body away from her, as though he knew that
feeling him engorged with waking demand would send her out into orbit once
more.

            What
had he asked? If she wanted to talk about her nightmare. “No,” she breathed.

            Berrick
studied her face intently, probably trying to read her. With his hands on her
he couldn’t just peek inside her head and view her memories. She thought maybe
he wanted to, but he didn’t force the issue.

            She
needed to get her thoughts under control before he released her. She closed her
eyes and concentrated on taking long, steady breaths.

            He
moved aside, gave her space to collect herself.  She breathed him in on every
inhalation, his unique fragrance the one that had wrapped around her all night
long and made her feel safe.

            Safety
was an illusion though, a fact that came roaring back when he asked, “Are you
hungry? We should eat quickly and then head back.”

            Back.
Back beneath the ground to the Borg settlement where Berrick would hand her
over to the man she was supposed to have been with last night.

            Did
she really mean so little to him that he could just pass her off and walk away
without a backward glance?

            That’s
what
he
had told her, her attacker. That cyborgs shared everything,
including their lovers. Originally she’d been worried that Dayen would harm
Berrick for absconding with her but Berrick hadn’t seemed nervous or even
hesitant about touching her. Was it because Dayen planned to share her with his
men, just as her rapist had said?

            But
no, that couldn’t be true. Cyborgs mated for life.

           
With
each other,
an insidious inner voice hissed.
You’re born, part of a
treaty, property not a true mate. Anything goes.

           
The thought drove her to
her feet, away from Berrick, back behind the stone divide to the hot spring
where she retched.

            He
followed her, though he didn’t reach for her again, just whispered, “Sage,”

            “Leave
me,” she begged, frightened and ashamed and hating herself for her predicament.
She was trapped, saw no way out of the mess she’d backed herself into.

            “What
mess? What has upset you so?”

            She
turned to face Berrick, whose features appeared pinched as though he were in
pain.

            Out
of instinct to soothe him, she reached for his face. His tension eased though
he still eyed her with concern. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better.”

            “You
didn’t hear me?” Though she wasn’t sure hear was the right word for what he
did, she couldn’t think of a better one.

            Slowly,
careful to keep contact with her skin, he shook his head. “Your thoughts were
jumbled and coated with emotions, mostly fear and anger. I didn’t have time to
sort anything out.  Will you share your fear with me so I can better protect
you?”