Warrior's Wife (15 page)

Marcus worked her swollen breasts with the same kind of merciless enthusiasm. Between the tugs on her sensitive nipples and the unpredictable tempo of Horace’s expert tongue-lashing, she clung to the edge of fulfillment. They deliberately eased up on the erotic torture whenever she neared satisfaction until she moaned and twisted against them.

Horace lifted his head, his face shiny with her juices. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“Yeah, tell us what you want.” Marcus rolled the pebbled tip of her breast between his clever fingers.

She wanted Gideon too. He’d growl and push her over the edge with a harsh demand for her to come. Since Gideon was standing guard and unavailable, she said, “Kiss me.”

Tori forgot to specify where she wanted to be kissed. Horace frenched her core. At the same time, Marcus sucked one taut nipple into his mouth, pulling so hard his cheeks hollowed.

Their combined assault caused tingles to wash over her from scalp to toes until she was one humongous tingle—quivering everywhere. The sensation intensified and tightened until she felt as if she’d explode. All her coiled tension snapped at once. Since it was Gideon’s imagined command that sent her over the top, naturally she screamed his name as she soared into the oblivion of rapture.

She drifted in the hazy afterglow of an amazing orgasm, snuggled between two hard warriors when the guest room door splintered.

Instantly awake, she jerked upright. She was still way behind Marcus and Horace. The mechs formed a wall in front of her.

Clutching the quilt, she peeked past Horace’s rippling biceps at an enraged Gideon.

“What the hell did you do to Tori?”

“Nothing she didn’t love, boss,” Marcus said coolly.

Horace backed up his friend with a painful earnestness. “He’s right. Everything we did was strictly consensual.”

Tori climbed off the bed and shoved past her defenders, trailing the blanket and blushing hotly. “I screamed your name, because I missed you.”

Gideon sheathed his disrupter and cupped her neck. “You scared me.”

Her gaze flashed to his and then dropped at the intensity in his expression. “I’m very sorry, sir.”

“Thinking of me, huh?” The corner of his mouth twitched and his dimple flashed.

Reassured, she pressed close to his ear and whispered, “I imagined you ordering me to come.”

He kept a straight face. “I take it this strategy worked?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.” His voice deepened and his free hand caressed her bottom. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

She bobbed her head and the heat from his rough touch made her shiver.

“Right, I need to get back.” He released her nape and turned toward the door.

“Couldn’t you stay for a few minutes?”

Gideon shook his head and strode for the shattered exit.

“I’ll take over patrol.” Marcus grabbed his uniform.

Tori stopped him from dressing with a hand on his arm. She angled her head toward Gideon’s broad back and swallowed hard. “I want all three of you, for just a short while, please, sir?”

“Sorry, cupcake. I can’t take chances with your safety.”

Threatening tears made her blink hard.

“Not even on your birthday.” Gideon paused then added, “Maybe guard duty can be rotated more frequently.”

Sensing she’d won the only concession he’d grant, she lowered her head respectfully. “Thank you, sir.”

A massive erection strained the front of his uniform. He prowled toward her with salacious intent written all over his face. She made a throaty sound of pure pleasure.

“You two couldn’t keep one small woman satisfied?” Gideon arched a brow.

“She wants all of us,” Horace explained. “Don’t you, dirty baby?”

Tori nodded again.

“When a mech asks you a question, I want to hear your answer.” Gideon palmed her nape, making things clear and perfect.

“I want all three of you.” She swallowed the urge to tell them she loved them.

Gideon unwound the quilt from her torso and tossed it aside. “Did anyone clean you up, cupcake?”

She shook her head.

“Marcus, take over patrol.” Gideon switched his focus to Horace. “Get her a drink, another protein snack, and then bring me cleaning materials.”

She watched Galahad and Horace leave with a small pang, consoling herself with the certainty they’d be back soon.

The triad leader shed his uniform, which made it impossible for her to look anywhere but at his hard cock. Her breasts grew another cup size, her nipples puckered into needy points and her pussy dampened with warm cream.

He tossed a pillow on the floor in front of his feet. “On your knees, cupcake. I don’t want any more screaming.”

As soon as she settled comfortably on the pillow, he said, “Open for me.”

She licked her lips while Gideon guided his silky crown into her. No answer seemed required as she followed orders. She took his plump head into her mouth and teased under the thick ridge with her tongue. She closed her eyes, concentrating on his arousing scent and the sensation of silk over steel filling her.

Gideon groaned and pre-cum welled from his slit.

She swallowed the sweet-hot treat and took him deeper, letting her bottom teeth scrape the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft.

“I’m not going to last.” He gave a satisfying groan.

She tugged lightly on his balls and then rubbed the taut skin behind them. That won her another tortured groan that rippled through her cunt like the beginning of an orgasm. If her mouth hadn’t been stretched around his cock, she would’ve grinned.

His hand fisted in her hair, angling her right where he wanted her while his other hand wrapped the base of his shaft. He fucked into her throat in short, controlled strokes, careful not to overwhelm her.

“Swallow.” His deep gravel delivery made it a command.

She obeyed, taking in the copious blasts then tenderly cleaning the last drops from his cock head. She couldn’t keep up with the flood and some of his cum dripped down her chin and slid lower.

Gideon tugged on her curls, easing her away from his still-hard shaft. “You did very well. I’m pleased to see my semen coating your face and tits, cupcake.”

His praise pegged her happy meter in the gold zone.

Marcus and Horace returned with food, drink and a basin filled with fragrant, soapy water.

Gideon accepted a bottle of water from Horace. “Thanks, pal.”

He uncapped it, took a long gulp and handed the drink to her. “Small sips.”

As she followed Gideon’s gruff orders, her heart gave a joyous stutter that startled her. She’d never thought of herself as submissive. She was a smart, capable woman, who also happened to get off on being bossed around. The unexpected reaction thrilled her in confusing ways.

Dirty talk, having her secret fantasies brought to life and being with three hot guys totally worked too. But those turn-ons weren’t as disturbing. Sure, she’d imagine a dominant lover, even one who scared her a little. But she hadn’t guessed how much she’d like being commanded. There was no way to deny how cared for and special and all around wonderful Gideon’s demands made her feel.

Gideon took away the empty bottle and handed it back to Horace without taking his gaze from her. He lifted her chin and inspected her face. “How long has it been since you slept?”

Unable to hold his eyes, she dropped her lashes. “I napped about an hour ago, sir.”

He made a grunt that might have been approval and held out a palm. “Protein.”

Horace slapped a packet in Gideon’s outstretched hand like a surgical nurse. Both mechs were so focused on her that she imagined them as a medical team ready to perform a procedure—a scenario casting her as the naughty patient. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from giggling.

After he unwrapped the chewy treat, Gideon sampled it. Apparently the protein snack passed his taste test, because he gave it to her. “Eat.”

She nibbled obediently. The dense bar looked like a brownie, but tasted like dried cherries and nuts. At least this time she recognized the flavor. The idea of a future that included her favorite fruit gave her a strange comfort. While she ate, Gideon directed and Horace cleaned her. His light, teasing touch left her fresh and tingling in all her neediest places.

Horace blotted her dry and whispered something to Gideon. Their conversation stayed too quiet for her to catch what was said. Neither of them seemed upset, but Horace left the room. Her gaze followed. She missed him instantly.

He returned before she’d finished eating, bearing a decadent cake.

Horace accepted the remainder of her snack, but Gideon shook his head. “Protein first, then dessert.”

She sighed and took back the bar, munching steadily until it was gone.

Once the protein snack was gone, Horace produced a candle, inserted it in the center of the cake and set it alight. He carried the plate closer, stopping in front of her.

“A wish is traditional, right?” Gideon asked.

She barely nodded, afraid of dousing the flame and spoiling the magic moment.

A blood-chilling shout caused her to flinch. A heavy thud followed the warning. Marcus’ yell bought them scant seconds to prepare for attack.

Horace dropped the cake and dove for his clothes.

Gideon grabbed his disrupter, holding the shiny rod in his mouth while he yanked on his uniform and crammed into his boots.

There was no time to mourn for the loss of her cake. She followed their example, dressing quickly and palming her knife.

Horace’s gut knotted and lurched as if Marcus’ pain reverberated through an active link. He wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs to keep his grip on his weapon secure and stared at the wrecked bedroom door.

The splintered entrance still forced the incoming enemy to enter single file, giving them the advantage. He and Gideon aimed their weapons at the hole in the wall and stood shoulder to shoulder, shielding Tori.

Heavy footfalls pounded outside their view, but no enemies stormed the guest room. After a few tense minutes, Gideon said, “Check the window behind us.”

Horace angled to peer through the blinds without disturbing the slats. “There’s a new-generation cruiser in the backyard. Two helmeted sentries are guarding the craft. They’re wearing silver with black insignia—nothing like any cyborg uniforms I’ve ever seen. You need to check this out.”

“Cover the entrance.” Gideon traded places with him.

“Who are they?” Tori asked.

“I don’t know.” A small muscle in his cheek twitched as Gideon squeezed Tori’s shoulder then rejoined Horace.

An amplified voice spoke, “This is acting director for the Guardians of History Agency, Sebastian Crawly. I’m speaking on behalf of the governing founders. Come out one at a time with your hands visible and your weapons secured.”

“Where’s Nigel?” Gideon called back.

“The former director is on leave, pending investigation and judgment. You have been given a lawful order, soldier. Leave the room as instructed or you will be extracted and face insubordination charges.”

“What’s the penalty for insubordination?” Tori asked Horace softly.

“Same as most infractions—death,” he said grimly.

“Hold your fire. There’s a pandemic survivor in here.” Gideon sheathed his weapon and left the room.

Horace hugged Tori and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’ve got to go, baby.”

Her beautiful eyes grew shiny.

He made himself march away from her. Every step he took drained him. It was as if his feet had been encased in lead boots. Each breath rasped past a knot in his throat and increased the ache in his chest.

Once outside the bedroom, there was no trace of Gideon. An entire squad of the silver-and-black-clad mech soldiers with face shields in place surrounded Horace. He glanced back toward the undefended bedroom. “Tori needs protection.”

Strong hands clamped down on his arms, keeping him from drawing his disrupter. Knowing his chance of escape was nominal, he struggled against their hold anyway. The sting of an injection ended the futile rebellion.

He came to in the barn, presumably to keep him separate from Gideon and Marcus, if the rest of the triad were still alive. The glare of a high-intensity beam haloed him. A check of his internal chronometer indicated he’d been out for less than an hour, but a hell of lot could happen in less time. The pounding in his skull sent nausea roiling through his digestive system and made him reconsider sitting up. He settled for propping himself on his elbows. “Is Tori okay?”

“Allow me.” Another sting bit into him, this one in his shoulder. The injection happened too quickly for him to prevent it.

“An extra bot boost to accelerate healing.” The assurance came in a whisper from an invisible friend? He wasn’t sure and couldn’t afford to hope.

The bright light flared. Horace’s headache worsened as the glare focused more tightly on him. He swallowed back rising bile and squinted. “Where’s Tori?”

“I’ll ask the questions, Three of three, triad unit 642837.”