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Authors: Eve Langlais
Tags: #science fiction romance, #futuristic romance, #paranormal romance, #sfr, #cyborg romance, #adult romance
Accidental Abduction, Book One in the Alien Abduction series, is available for purchase at all major online stores.
Bunny And The Bear - F.U.C #1
Talk about hypnotic—and cock hardening. The bouncing little ass, which he almost bumped into—at just the right height—bobbed from side to side right outside his apartment door. The owner of the delectable bottom, bent over out of sight, hummed as she gyrated. Indecent shorts covered her creamy globes, but barely. Her apparel appeared at least a size too small given the amount of cheek peeking from the ragged hems. Hell, in her current position, he could even tell she shaved, a fact his dick approved of, which of course irritated him to no end.
Chase didn’t know whether he should slap the round buttocks to get the female’s attention, or growl at her to get out of the way. Curbing his third urge, which involved grinding himself against the inviting bottom— preferably naked—he cleared his throat. “Ahem.”
Silky platinum, almost white hair flew up to slap him in the face as the woman straightened. The skein of hair caught on the bristles of his jaw and he shook his head with a grumble as he spat out the strand that got in his mouth. A whiff of her shampoo, an intoxicating raspberry flavor, made his tummy rumble, but not in hunger, unless carnal counted.
With a twirl, the flexing female faced him with a full-lipped smile that seemed much too cheerful this time of the morning. “Well, hello there, neighbor,” she chirped, her brightness so sweet he ached for his toothbrush. “Sorry I’m in the way. I was just warming up for my morning jog. I don’t think we’ve met. I just moved in to apartment nine C.” She thrust her hand out and twitched her nose at him as she continued to beam.
Chase scowled as he ignored her outstretched hand. One whiff and he could tell she didn’t belong to the human genome. Damned bunnies and their sunny natures. How could he properly rebuke her with her grinning like the world’s cutest simpleton? A guy bunny he could have cuffed upside the head, but a girl one… Somehow he didn’t think gagging her with his cock was the way to chastise her. “So you were the reason why I didn’t get to sleep in on Saturday? Could your moving guys have been any louder?”
Her vivid green eyes blinked, her lips lost their lilt, and he noticed a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “But it was eleven o’clock in the morning. The landlord assured me it would be fine. Did you go to bed late?”
He fixed a glare on her and replied in a haughty tone, “I like at least a good sixteen hours on the weekend, eighteen even sometimes. Because of your ruckus, though, I only got a measly fourteen.” With winter only slowly losing its grip on the city, the urge to hibernate in his bed remained hard to shake.
“Hmm, last time I spent that long in bed, it wasn’t because I was sleeping,” she sassed with a wink.
The innuendo was impossible to miss, and while an insane urge to drag her back to his bedroom and test his bed’s springs did cross his mind, he instead feigned ignorance and frowned. “Then you should get a better mattress. Sleep should never be neglected.” He fixed her with a hard stare. “Or interrupted.”
A grin curled her lips and displayed gleaming white teeth. “Aww, aren’t you the most adorable grumpy bear,” she sassed with a wink. “Tell you what. I’ll make it up to you. Let me fix you some dinner.”
Hmm, naked wet bunny on a plate?
“No,” he growled.
“Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies?”
No, but he knew a sweet pastry he’d like to taste.
Damn.
His mind refused to get out of the gutter this morning. “No.”
Her nose twitched. “Massage?”
Greasy hands sliding all over his body and over his dick. Yeah that sounded like a plan.
Hunh, wait a second.
“No.” Chase needed to leave before the hard-on in his pants tore through the fabric and went after the little bunny’s pie, but she stood squarely in front of him, looking and smelling much too yummy.
Not at all perturbed by his negative replies, the luscious female rabbit tapped her chin with a finger as her eyes, narrowed in thought, held his gaze. He stared right back, trying to appear ferocious. She didn’t seem to notice. Cocking her head to the side, she eyed him up and down. Despite himself, he sucked his stomach in, bulking up his already massive chest. A bear did have his pride after all.
“I think I’ll just surprise you,” she said with a wink and a lick of her lips.
His cock jerked as Chase almost went cross-eyed at the thought of what she might do—naked. “Please don’t,” he grumbled. Too late. The bunny, whose name he’d never gotten, sprinted off, her silken hair bouncing down her back, drawing attention to the exposed round cheeks of ass, her slap-me, bite-me, plow-me, perfect ass.
A long-suffering sigh escaped him.
I must really need to get laid if even small, woodland creatures are turning me on.
Read the F.U.C story that began it all, Bunny and the Bear. Available at all major online stores.
C791 –
Cyborgs: More Than Machines
#1
Up close, the cyborg proved formidable. Naked but for a strip of cloth around his loins, muscles delineated every part of his body, from his bulging arms, much thicker than her thighs, to his overdeveloped chest, to legs that looked like they could run for miles. He was a prime example of what a male could look like if he exercised for hours daily and took steroid supplements. Despite his massive bulk, she couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Only a woman made of stone would not have found herself affected by the prominent virility displayed before her. It shamed her that, despite her trepidation and dislike of the
thing
in front of her, her body responded with a quiver in her belly not entirely owed to fear.
She studied him more closely, seeking a flaw to latch onto. Something that would help her mind recognize she looked not upon a man, but a machine.
Platinum hair, shaved almost to the scalp, stood up in bristles, but when he raised his head to look at her, she noted that, apart from his light eyebrows and oddly dark lashes, he possessed no facial hair at all. Even his chest appeared bare. She refused to let her eyes look any lower, fighting a curiosity that wondered if the follicular lack continued to his private parts. Even more interesting, she noted no metallic parts. Images she’d seen of cyborgs in the past tended to show them sporting mechanical appendages or the shiver-inducing computerized eyes.
She jumped as the guard, who shadowed her steps, spoke. “He’s a nasty brute that one. Make sure you keep your hand away from his mouth at all times. He’s got a wicked set of teeth and he’s not afraid to use them. Also, if you see his loincloth twitching, move. He pissed on the last nurse that came down here.”
Shocked, she could only gape at the man, no, make that the robot covered in flesh, that hung there. A sardonic smile tilted the cyborg’s lips while his blue eyes — a clear light blue that seemed almost lit from within — regarded her with a coldness that made her take an involuntary step back.
“He asked for a sample. I gave it to him,” the cyborg said, his gravelly voice sliding over her skin and leaving goose bumps behind. “Don’t worry, female. I find you much more appealing than the simple idiot they sent before. If it’s a sample you need, then you may grip me with those tiny hands of yours. Of course, I don’t guarantee what will come out of the end if you do.”
Heat rose to her cheeks as the innuendo penetrated. The cyborg laughed at his own crude joke.
“Nasty fucker,” snapped the guard. “That’s no way to treat a lady.”
The laughter cut short as the cyborg cocked his head and eyed them coldly. “She’s human. You’re human. There’s only one thing humans are good for, don’t you know? Parts.” The cyborg laughed again, and her horror deepened.
Did she truly need the credits enough to do this? To get into that cage with the monster?
She thought of her tiny cubby back on earth, barely a closet really, all she could afford on her salary.
I wonder if my coffin will be bigger
.
She thought of all the assignments she’d taken over the past few year since getting hired by the military after her accident. People’s faces and places blurred in her mind, and while she tried not to dwell on some of the abuses she’d suffered, she couldn’t shake her general unhappiness at her current lifestyle. If she wanted to get away and start afresh — escape the leering comments, the inappropriate touching and worse — then she needed funds.
“Are you sure, ma’am, that you want to go in?”
She took a deep breath before nodding. Instead of opening the cage while remaining at her side, the guard returned to his checkpoint and raised the shield first, separating them. How reassuring. A deep beep sounded, followed by a robotic voice saying, “Electrical current deactivated. Disengaging locks.”
With a loud click, the door to the cage swung open. Steeling herself to stand straight, and not cower like she longed to, Chloe stepped into the cage with the machine and prayed she’d get out alive — with all her body parts intact.
*
Joe, a name he gave himself when he achieved his freedom, couldn’t help analyzing the female who dared enter his prison. Shorter than himself, much shorter at five foot six according to his visual calculation, she trembled with fear. But at least she proved an attractive distraction compared to the moronic males they sent before.
He kept his gaze trained on her as she gnawed on a full lower lip. Her green eyes dilated wide, fear evident in their depths. It seemed his reputation preceded him. She dropped her vision to his chest and kept it there. For some reason, he swelled under her regard, and not just in the upper torso area. His cock showed interest too. His neural net sent a command to stand down. To his surprise, his dick seemed determined to mutiny.
What is it about this human female that calls to my baser instincts?
Full figured, fuller than most human females leaned toward, she was the polar opposite of him with her pale, unblemished skin, her dark hair and complete lack of muscle tone. Not that her physical health mattered. As he and his reborn cyborg brothers had discovered, there was only one muscle human females needed, a pussy, and no matter a female’s general shape, it was always a delight to exercise it. However, he doubted she’d come for a workout. A shame.
Judging by the kit clenched in her hand, she intended to take some samples. He’d hoped the human military and scientists were done with their stupid tests. He could have told them they wasted their time. Nothing they could do to torture him would ever force him to betray the location of the cyborg hideaway. No drug they could devise would ever fool the neural interfaces that regulated his body down to the last cell.
Joe would die before he’d give one inch to the bastards who created, then tried to destroy, him.
As the newest nurse placed her testing kit on the floor with shaking hands, well away from his shackled feet, he wondered at their newest tactic. In the past two weeks, they’d only sent the burliest of orderlies, humans a bare step above animals, who thought themselves so brave taunting the chained machine. How the cruel jokes stopped abruptly when he got loose and wrapped his hand around their easily breakable necks or bit off body parts when they leaned in a little too close. Satisfying as those little victories were, he longed for his freedom, a freedom that lingered just around the corner if he could only find what he came for, the secret of their creation.
But alas, the secret he searched for remained hidden. Since he needed to bide his time a while longer, why not amuse himself with the human sent in like a proverbial sacrificial lamb? Joe knew his human histories and fables well. He’d studied them after his escape in an effort to understand the enemy — and himself. He suspected the meek nurse was part of some ruse to get him to spill his guts. Did they think he’d suddenly become loquacious with the chesty female?
Idiots. Cyborgs didn’t think with their dicks like humans did. Most of the time anyway. It seemed his groin region needed a refresher memo.
Back to the situation at hand. Knowing the enemy was to best the enemy. Forget his origins. Born of a womb and parents that allowed him to be sold to the military — or so the few paltry records he recovered stated — he renounced his humanity and renounced his past, what little he remembered. He was cyborg, and he owed allegiance only to himself and others of his kind. So, despite how innocent the female appeared, no matter how she woke the nerves in his cock or made his mouth water, he would resist her obvious charms and discover her true purpose — which he doubted involved soothing his rebellious prick.
She removed a swab from her kit and stood staring at him with uncertainty, gnawing her luscious lower lip. A deep breath made her jumpsuit swell in the chest area, and she lifted her gaze finally to his face. The first direct contact of their eyes caused a strange sensation in his chest, as if his mechanically enhanced heart stuttered. A faulty reaction he’d analyze later. Right now, he had a human to disconcert.
“I don’t suppose you’d open up and let me take a sample?” she asked, her tone already resigned.
“I have a better idea. You kiss me, and I’ll give you all the saliva you want.” Joe couldn’t have said why he blurted that instead of his planned speech to frighten her. His kind never spoke spontaneously, their BCI always calculating everything before acting. However, once said, there was no taking it back, and as it turned out, he quite enjoyed the reaction to his suggestion. The curvy nurse turned a beautiful shade of pink, and, according to his visual sensors, the core temperature of her body went up a half degree. How interesting. He wasn’t sure how the knowledge helped him, but he stored it for future use.
“I am not kissing you.”
“Why not? I thought you came for a sample?”
“But not like that! I’m not s-s-stupid,” she stammered, flustered and yet she still held his gaze much to his surprise. “They told me not to get close to you. That you’re dangerous.”
His mouth curled in amusement. “I didn’t realize the rumors of my sexual exploits had travelled so far. I guess I should be flattered that you would think I could cause so much havoc with my tongue and lips. Although, for full effect, it’s not the lips on your face you should kiss me with.” He spoke crudely and was rewarded.
The blush on her cheeks deepened. “You know that’s not what I meant. I didn’t even know your kind had sex. You’re purposely twisting my words.”
“I’d rather twist other things.”
“Like my neck? I know you’ve injured others who’ve come to see you. I don’t intend to let you do that to me.”
“Oh really, little human? Because you do realize, if I choose to hurt you, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” A threat that didn’t have his usual vehemence behind it. Not that she knew the difference.
Her breathing hitched as she stared at him, her eyes wide with fright. For an irrational nanosecond, guilt flooded his synaptic senses, and he clamped his lips tight, lest he apologize. What did he care if one little human was scared?
“But you’re tied up. You can’t move,” she retorted bravely, only to recoil when he leaned his head forward as far as he could reach.
“Think of me as a cyborg Houdini. You do recall that famous human magician, do you not? Like him, nothing can keep me captive forever. I will escape, little one, and when I do, perhaps I shall come looking for you.”