Breathing Vapor (13 page)

Vapor shifted his bountiful female until her ass was presented to him and she was slightly off-balance, her feet dangling above the floor of the ship. He slid his palms along her skin. Her muscles were tight, the strain of the planet rotation reflecting in her physique.

She curved her fingers over his knees, holding onto him, her blonde curls covering her face. Moisture glistened on her inner thighs.

“You want this.” He cupped her ass and squeezed.

She wiggled. “I don’t.”

“Liar.” Vapor cuffed her, using a fraction of his strength. She cried out, jerking. “I smell your need.” He lowered his hand again, the sound of skin connecting with skin echoing in the space.

“I don’t need this.” Her protest was weaker.

“Yes.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Do.” He admired the pink handprints on her pale curves. Every being seeing her ass would know she was his.

“Vapor.” His female tilted her hips, pushing herself upward.

He accepted that delectable offer, walloping her rear. Her curves jiggled. His hand heated. Her cries permeated the silence. Not once did she ask him to stop.

Because she wanted this, needed this. He knew that as he knew the weight of her daggers, the range of his senses, the limits of his own body.

Mira’s voice became more and more strained. He increased his tempo, driving her relentlessly toward the breaking point.

“Can’t.” Her breath hitched. “Can’t.”

“Don’t hold it in, female.” Vapor leaned over her, splaying his fingers to cover more skin. “Let it go. Give me everything.”

“Can’t.”

“You can.” He struck the crack of her ass, catching her pussy lips with one of his fingertips, and she screamed, bucking, writhing, coming hard.

Frag. She was beautiful. Vapor placed one hand between her shoulder blades and the other on the small of her back, pinning her body to his, ensuring she didn’t fall off his lap and hurt herself.

Her screams turned to sobs. She hugged his legs and cried and cried and cried. He stroked her back, awed by the force of her grief.

She wasn’t cold. Far from it. His female felt, tremendously. She drenched his body armor with tears, her form shaking, her voice growing hoarse.

Her intensity of feeling frightened him. Vapor murmured nonsense and rubbed her skin, trying to calm her.

Then, when he thought he couldn’t take another sob, when he teetered on the edge of concern-fueled madness, her sorrow lessened, easing. Mira quieted, the stiffness in her form now liquid.

“They’re dead, Vapor,” she whispered.

“I know, female.” He drew Mira upward and positioned her sideways on his lap, hanging her ass in the air, tucking her head under his chin. She was small and soft and his. Vapor would battle the universe to keep her safe and would do anything to make her smile again. “I know.”

Chapter Twelve

Mira’s eyes stung and her ass was on fire. She deserved the punishment. She’d failed the beings she cared about.

The pain made her guilt manageable. She rested against her cyborg warrior, shielded by his strength, comforted by his presence.

He’d earned her trust and she’d tell him everything. “I wasn’t able to sell your friends.” Vapor stiffened. “The best I could do was a ten planet rotation loan to the socialite of my choice.”

He said nothing.

“Can they escape in that length of time?” Or was she risking everything for nothing?

“Is that your plan—my friends escape?”

The disbelief in his voice hurt her. He continued to think of her as merciless. “That’s my hope.”

There was another long pause.

“They could escape now,” Vapor admitted.

“Not now.” Mira shook her head. “My father would decommission the rest of the batch. You’d die.” She couldn’t bear to think of that possibility. “They have to wait until you deploy.”

“They won’t have to wait long. We’re deploying next planet rotation.”

She glanced up at him. “Yes, you are.” She summoned a smile, hiding her sadness. “You’ve been monitoring Humanoid Alliance communications again.”

“We always monitor them.” His dark eyes gleamed. “Information is power.”

Her father had made the K model cyborgs much too advanced. “And my communications, do you monitor them too?”

Vapor dipped his head. “We knew you weren’t selling the cyborgs.”

“We? You shared that information with the others?”

“Ace relays the information to all of the cyborgs.” He brushed her hair away from her face. “The information is in the system. Any being with the ability to bypass security can access it.”

Mira thought about the messages she’d sent, the ice-cold negotiations, the harsh statements, the act she maintained. “Your friends must hate me.”

“They don’t know what you have planned.” Vapor gazed at her. “When the cyborgs escape, the Humanoid Alliance will suspect you’re involved. You arranged the loans.”

“I’ll lie, as I always do. The council members aren’t as perceptive as you are.” No being was. “They’ll believe me.”

“And if they don’t?”

She shrugged. “Some things are worth dying for.”

“You can’t die.” Vapor captured her face between his big hands. “I won’t allow you to take that risk.”

That sounded almost as though he cared. “Your friends are slated to be decommissioned. It’s either risk my life or let them die.”

“I have to protect you. It’s my mission.”

She was merely his mission. Mira’s heart squeezed. “I release you from your obligation.”

“I’ll never be released from it.” He swooped downward. Their lips connected. She opened her mouth and he surged inside, taking, claiming, keeping. Their tongues entwined. His nanocybotics sizzled and popped, caressing her all over.

She moaned, wiggling closer to him. Vapor’s fingers sank into her curls, his grip on her excitingly tight, as though he never wanted to let her go.

Their time together was coming to an end. They had the remainder of this planet rotation, a sliver of the next, and then a lifespan of loneliness. Mira grasped his shoulders, pressing her palms against his battle armor, and she huffed into his mouth, needing to feel his bare skin.

Vapor’s lips curled upward. “Impatient female.” He jostled her as he removed that barrier between them, tossing the heavy protective garment to the side.

“You make me lose control.” She splayed her fingers over his chest, savoring his strength, his warmth. “Before I met you, I prided myself on being cold and emotionless.”

“You were never that way.” He dragged his lips over her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “That was a lie.” Vapor sucked on the curve where her neck met her shoulder and she quivered. “This is the truth.”

He pulled her closer to him, his hard shaft fitting snugly against her feminine folds. “You’re hot, passionate.” He lifted her up and down, up and down, rubbing her along him, teasing her clit with his cock head, her entrance with the possibility of fullness. “Mine.”

She was his and when he left, she’d lose a part of herself. Mira undulated against her cyborg, caressing his chest with her breasts, his cock with her pussy. No other being saw her as he did. No other being freed her emotions, her truth.

Her future would be filled with lies. That thought was unbearable, as was the pressure building within her. “Vapor.” She wiggled, needing him inside her.

“Behave.” Her cyborg sounded more pleased than disapproving. He raised her above him, his tip grazing her wetness, and slowly lowered her.

Stars. Her eyes rolled back in her head, a moan escaping her lips. She felt all of him, the bloom on his tip, the veins on his shaft, the pinch of his base.

“You’re mine.” He gazed at her as though she was the most beautiful creature on the planet, his eyes dark and his skin flushed.

“Your kill.” Her chest felt tight, her breathing strained.

“My universe.” Vapor cupped her burning ass. She gasped. He drew her upward, gliding her pussy lips over his length, and dropped her.

Mira cried his name, reaching out to him, her fingernails leaving pink trails on his tanned pecs and abs. Her ass connected with his thighs, pain radiating from the contact and her pleasure climbed skyward.

He ravished her again and again, his pace fast and hard. She held onto his shoulders, riding the solar storm of desire. Her breasts jiggled. Her curls bounced against her cheeks. Her pussy juices splattered over his thighs, oozing between his balls.

She was alive with emotion, flooded with feeling. Mira licked the rivulet of sweat trickling down his cheek, tasting the salt of his efforts. He shuddered, his rhythm disrupted for one, two heartbeats and then resuming.

That’s the effect she had on her normally restrained cyborg. Pride straightened Mira’s spine. One flick of her tongue and he forgot what he was doing.

She laved his cheek again.

“Mira,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside her.

She fastened her mouth over his chin and sucked.

“Frag.” Vapor flipped her onto her back, smacking her skin against the leather seat. She shrieked, her ass having not yet recovered from the spanking. He thrust into her with vigor and the air whooshed from her lungs, silencing her.

She struggled for breath. He covered her mouth, giving her his. They fucked, like wild things, all thoughts purged from her brain, all control stripped from her cyborg.

Mira wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his hips, and drove her heels into his clenched ass cheeks. He grunted, plunging in and out of her, his ferocity making her pussy hum and her heart race.

Sweat covered their forms, wetting her hair, slicking the sensual slide. He was her world. The Humanoid Alliance, the purifying, the deaths, her enemies no longer existed for her. All she knew was the male on top of her, the green and gold sparks in his eyes, the starkness of his face, the rippling of his muscles.

How would she survive without him? He kept her emotions at bay while they were in public, allowed her to release them in private. She couldn’t go back to being cold, to being Mira the Merciless.

She no longer wanted that role, didn’t think she could convincingly play it, not after knowing him, knowing this, her pussy stretched around his cock, their breaths intermingled, her heart beating against his.

“Vapor?” Torn between not wanting their encounter to end and needing to come, she handed that decision to him, allowing him to once again manage her emotions.

“Three more, female.” He pulled out to his tip. “You can do it.” He slammed back into her, rocking her body.

“One,” she whimpered, wanting to please him, not knowing if she could.

Vapor retreated. “You’re strong.” He thrust, slapping his balls against her skin.

“Two,” she cried, clutching his shoulders. Her body shook, her teeth rattling.

“You’ll come for me.” He withdrew once more. “Come.” Vapor filled her with his hard cock. “Now.” He swiveled his hips, grinding against her clit.

Mira screamed, pushed upward, hit solid chest, unmoving male. He roared and surged deeper. Nanocybotics-infused cum spurted from his tip, splattered against her inner walls and her mind fractured into a million points of light and sound.

She was a star gone supernova, blindingly brilliant, heated to the boiling point and beyond, her orgasm engulfing her entire form from her fingertips to her toes. Only her cyborg could hold her and he did exactly that, his forehead dropped against hers, his arms around her, his hips pinning hers to the seat.

He rumbled. His words were too quiet to be deciphered but she felt their meaning. She was his. He’d never let her go.

That had to be a lie. He was leaving at the end of the next planet rotation. But Vapor was a cyborg. Cyborgs always told the truth.

“I’m flattening you.” He lifted her limp form and hooked his arms around her.

What was he doing? She gazed up at him. The seat was too narrow for rolling.

They were airborne for a heart-stopping moment. Vapor twisted, moving her body with his and he landed on his back, with her on top of him, that show of strength and skill impressing her.

“You
are
the best,” she murmured against his chest.

“I am.”

She grinned. Modesty wasn’t one of his strengths. She lay with him, relishing the quiet, the company, the caring. He might still be planning to kill her but he did care for her. She knew that in her soul.

“You like offspring.”

Where did
that
comment come from? “I do.” She loved babies, had risked her life protecting them, cyborg, human, humanoid.

He stroked his big palms over her hair. “Cyborgs can’t have offspring naturally. Offspring have to be created in a laboratory.”

“That’s what all of the scientists believe.” She was the Designer’s daughter. She was aware that the breeding programs had failed. “But they could be wrong. Offspring might be possible for you.”

“They’re not.” Vapor sounded certain.

“Anything is possible.” Mira had lived long enough to see exceptions to every rule.

“Look at me.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Anything isn’t possible. Cyborgs can’t have offspring naturally.”

“Okay.” She suppressed her urge to add a sarcastic ‘if you say so.’

He sighed, released her hair. “You’re a stubborn female.”

Mira smiled, considering that to be a compliment.

He petted her curls. She waited for him to speak, to give her an indication of where this bizarre conversation was going.

“A human male could give you offspring,” he finally said.

Ah. He was worried about possible competition. “There will be no human males for me.” Vapor was the only being she trusted. She’d never confide in one of her own kind. They lied as she did and would eventually betray her. “This is all I will ever have.” She pressed her lips against his skin. “I’ll always be yours.”

That seemed to ease his concerns. Vapor didn’t say anything more. He played with her hair, brushing strands away from her face, winding them around his fingers.

Mira closed her eyes and focused on his touch, his breathing, the scent of him, capturing them in her memories for the planet rotations ahead.

Her stomach growled. He laughed. They ate the nutrition bars she’d stored in the ship, touched, talked. Vapor shared stories about his training sessions. Mira made him chuckle with tales about previous cyborgs.

The time passed too quickly.

Vapor shifted under her. “It’s growing late.” He reached out, accessing the control panel of the ship. “We should return to the compound.”

“I don’t want to be alone.” She reluctantly moved away from him, dressed in the garment Aumakua had designed for her.

She stared down at the white fabric. Aumakua would never design another garment, would never hold Pepe, would never see another sunrise.

Sadness dissipated Mira’s post-orgasmic glow, reality toppling her temporary sanctuary. She missed them so damn much.

“You won’t be alone.” Vapor donned his battle armor, covering his tanned skin. “You’ll stay with me.”

Staying with him meant spending time in the final stage holding structure with the other cyborgs. “I don’t think I can be Mira the Merciless this rest cycle.” She didn’t have the energy. “I can maintain the act while in public but your friends will see the true me.”

“You can trust them. They’re cyborgs.” Vapor said that as though trusting another being was an easy task.

It wasn’t, not for Mira. But if she wanted his company, she’d have to trust his friends. “They won’t betray me?”

“They won’t.” Her cyborg’s voice was solemn, his words a vow. “I won’t allow them to hurt you.”

She wanted to believe that but she couldn’t. “They’re your friends.” His first loyalty was to them.