Loving Deviant (Cyborg Seduction Book 9) (10 page)

“That’s terrible.”

“We thought we’d destroyed all of the ones who broke free but more escaped from Earth after we met with them. Earth Government attempted to cover it up and the investigator they sent to track some of them wasn’t even told the exact number of models that are unaccounted for from the storage facility where they’re kept.”

“They can’t be that big of a threat, or why wouldn’t they just attack Earth and steal more androids, if they want them so bad?”

“It’s too well guarded. We’ve theorized that after we defeated them, they hunt for the location of our home planet to leak it to Earth Government. They’d send every battle cruiser toward Garden to exterminate us.”

Venice grimaced. “Say no more. I see where this is going. It would leave Earth unprotected while they attacked you. The Markus Models would have an easier time of getting through their defenses and stealing whatever they want from the surface if the patrol battle cruisers were too far away to be of use.”

“Exactly. Earth Government should destroy every model and the manufacturing plants that created them, but it’s doubtful they’ll do so.”

“They wouldn’t want to waste that much money. They’ll try to fix the flaw in the first batch.”

“That is our exact fear. They won’t give up on the idea of having intelligent artificial life with flesh exteriors that they believe they’ll be able to control. They attempted to annihilate us because we are living beings. That’s not so with the Markus Models. They’ll want to save the bodies and reprogram their brains.”

“Damn.”

“I’m sorry for alarming you. You asked why we must go on missions. That’s a big part of it, aside from acquiring supplies.”

“You said you grow your own food.”

“We refuse to strip our planet of minerals and other resources. We’d rather trade for them or take what we need. Our city is made from vessels we salvage for building materials.”

“You don’t live in tree houses?”

He chuckled. “No. They are not structurally sound or long-lasting. We do enjoy our comforts, and Garden is our home. We have no interest in ever leaving it.”

“Why were you at the station? Were you there to steal something?”

“We traded fresh food supplies for data chips and other upgraded equipment we need. We also were seeking information about the Markus Models. There have been no recent attacks in the area. That is good.”

“It was really lucky for me that you came there.”

Deviant leaned in and brushed his lips over Venice’s. She returned the kiss eagerly, opening her mouth so he could explore her with his tongue. He felt lucky as well that he’d gone to the station, and that his father had insisted upon him visiting that brothel. Venice was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

The tray between them got in the way so he just pushed it to the floor. It clattered loudly but he knew the sound wouldn’t carry through to the hallway or other quarters next to him, potentially allowing Stag to learn she was onboard.

He drew Venice closer. He couldn’t touch her enough. Her soft moans excited his libido. Blood rushed to his dick and his clothing in that area quickly became uncomfortable. He broke the kiss and began to strip. Venice didn’t need any urging to do the same. He enjoyed watching her bare every inch of her skin.

She lay back on his bed and lifted her arms, inviting him to join her. He couldn’t wait to stretch out along her side and run his hand over her belly, then lower. She spread her thighs to allow him to touch her sex. He leaned over and brushed wet kisses on her shoulder.

“That feels so good.”

“I love your soft skin,” he admitted. He traced the line of her pussy with his fingertips and grew more aroused when he discovered she was already wet and ready to take him inside her body. He applied a little pressure on her clit, rubbing. A louder moan came from her parted lips. “You’re perfect, Venice.”

“I think you are too.”

He gazed into her eyes and noted no deceit. She really
did
find him attractive.

He took care to bring her pleasure, the need to please her more important than the desire to be inside her body. The bundle of nerves swelled, hardened under his fingertip, and she restlessly shifted her hips, wiggling against him.

“Yes!” She reached out, placing her hand on his chest. Her fingernails lightly raked his skin. “Deviant…”

He watched her climax then shifted his body, coming down on top of her as she recovered. He hiked one of her legs up, spread her thighs apart enough to fit his hips, and gently entered her. Her pussy tightly encased his cock and pure pleasure was found with the joining.

He rocked his hips, moving inside her, relishing the moans he drew from her lips. She belonged to him—and he was never going to let her go.

It amazed him that one female could mean so much to him, but Venice did. She made him happy, made him feel such amazing emotions and physical delight. Then he stopped thinking altogether, lost in the way their bodies fit together and the urge to spill his seed inside her.

He bent his head, buried his face against her throat, and came so hard it seemed to splinter him in two. Venice clung, wrapped around him, and he remembered to be careful not to crush her with his weight. She was smaller and fragile. He rolled a little, keeping their bodies locked together, and smiled against her skin.

He had a reason to be happy. Her name was Venice, and Deviant finally felt he had become a part of something wonderful. Her.

Venice laughed, curled up next to Deviant on the bed. The small vid player had been set up feet away, hooked to the wall beside the bed. He’d kept his word and downloaded some programs for her. She’d chosen a comedy romance since he’d wanted to experience one with her. He chuckled too.

“Earthers are silly. It amazes me that the females can be drawn to a male who acts that way. He’s kind of scrawny and weak.”

She ran her hand over his biceps. “Not all men are created equal. You had some help there, muscles. He’s got a great sense of humor though. That’s why she’s attracted to him. The hunky guy in the beginning that she dated was a jerk.”

“He was. He treated her poorly. She should have decked him in the mouth.”

Venice grinned. “She probably wanted to avoid being sent to prison. He had high standing in society and she doesn’t.”

“He could have her arrested for that?”

“It’s an Earth thing. It’s why she fled. She was probably afraid she’d lose her temper and get payback.”

Deviant reached up, pausing the vid. She turned her head, peering into his eyes.

“I’d hope you’d punch me if I ever said things that hurt your feelings. You wouldn’t be arrested for it. I always want you to feel secure that you can be honest with me and not hold anything back, even anger.”

That surprised her. “You’re nothing like that jerk.”

“Do I make you laugh enough?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

He reached up to start the vid again but she caught his hand, stopping him. “Talk to me. What are you really thinking?”

He was silent for long seconds, his gaze taking in her face. “I am contemplating if you wish I were different. I don’t have a silly side the way the male does in the vid. The female in this story is falling in love with him for having that trait. You stated this was one of your favorites. That means you probably wish for a male to be more similar to him.”

Another piece of her melted. He was feeling insecure. “It’s one of my favorite stories because she had such a rough upbringing, and then found a man who makes her happy. She thought she’d be stuck having to marry that jerk and be miserable for the rest of her life. That’s the draw. It’s the fact that two people find each other and fall in love.”

He entwined his fingers with hers, breaking their gazes to examine their hands. She glanced down too, noticing the size and color variations. It was a beautiful thing to her. They were different but it felt so right being together, touching.

“You’re happy?”

She stared at his face but he avoided looking into her eyes. “Yes.”

“Good.”

“Are you?”

He met her gaze then. “Yes.”

She lifted up and freed her hand from his, climbing up on his chest and peering at him. “I’m so glad you found me, Deviant. I have no regrets.”

“Sometimes I catch a look on your face that reads as sadness to me. Am I wrong?”

“I can only think of one thing that makes me feel that way. Do you want me to tell you what it is?”

“Always.”

“One day, you’re going to tell me we’re over, and that I’m free.”

He appeared surprised.

“The thought hurts.”

He hugged her around her middle. “Why? You should look forward to your freedom. No one wants to be property.”

“I once thought that way too…but then I met
you
. I don’t mind being yours. The more time we spend together, the more it isn’t enough. I miss you when you’re gone on shifts. I can’t wait for you to walk through the door. And I get a bit depressed when I think about the day when you aren’t coming home to me.”

“I think about you the entire time I’m on duty.”

She smiled.

He grinned back. “Let’s finish watching this vid. I’m interested in seeing the end. I didn’t believe I’d enjoy this, but I do.”

She snuggled into him and stared up at the screen as the story finished. It was a sweet love story. It made her wish that she and Deviant would have a happy ending. There was so much uncertainty though with their future.

“You’ve tensed.”

“Sorry.”

He turned them both and pinned her under him. “What is it?”

She didn’t hesitate to share her thoughts with him. “I’m worried about what’s going to happen to you if Stag discovers I’m here before we reach Garden. You’re going to have to smuggle me off the shuttle, the same way you got me on, aren’t you?”

“We won’t be docking. The
Varnish
will land on the surface of our planet. You’ll walk off this shuttle at my side.”

That surprised her. “So we’re just hoping he’s busy and won’t notice me?”

“Once we reach Garden, my assignment is at an end. Stag will no longer be in command of me. He might be angry, but he can’t do anything except file a complaint with the council.”

“Are they as bad as Earth’s ruling system?”

“No. They are fair. Twelve cyborgs sit on the council, and some members have joined into family units with Earther women.”

The shocks kept coming. “Oh.”

“Stag really hates Earthers but most cyborgs are more reasonable. He shared some of his past experiences with me and none were good.”

“They just fear we’re spies?”

“Yes. It’s a valid concern.”

“You’d think EG had better things to do than bother with cyborgs.”

“They probably fear we want to attack Earth but that’s not the case. We fled and have settled on another world. I’ve never met a single cyborg who wished he could return.”

She touched Deviant, tracing her fingers over his chest. “I don’t blame them. The only thing I’m going to miss is my sister.”

“I’m sorry you had to leave her behind. It must have been very difficult.”

“It was. Her husband is a fantastic man and they’re planning on starting a family soon. He’s worked hard to accomplish what he has with his company. I would never have asked them to uproot and start over as space refugees. Love sometimes means letting go. They’re better off there. I was the one who had to leave.”

“Perhaps one day you can send your sister a message to let her know you’re doing well.”

“It’s too risky.”

He leaned in and brushed his mouth over hers. “I’m glad you left Earth.”

She kissed him back, feeling grateful as well. She’d always envied her sister finding her husband. Venice’s luck with men had been crap until Deviant had walked into that automated brothel. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She never wanted to let him go.

A bell chimed and Deviant groaned, breaking away from her mouth. “My father has the worst timing.”

She grinned, releasing him. “Cleansing unit?”

“Yes.”

He climbed out of bed and she followed, making a dash for the corner, ever worried someone would pass in the corridor and catch a glimpse of her when Deviant opened the door to admit Mavo.

She stepped inside the unit, sealing it, and waited for him to tell her it was safe to come out.

Deviant had to adjust his stiff cock in his pants and snagged a shirt, putting it on as the bell chimed again. It would cover his hard-on, the material draping over his lap area. He wondered why his father had returned. Mavo should still be on shift.

He slapped his palm over the pad to unlock the door—and realized who waited on the other side a split-second before he faced Stag.

“Do you want to explain to me why we have an extra life sign on my ship?”

Deviant could tell the commander was furious. Stag had come to him, specifically, for answers, which meant he already knew Deviant was hiding someone in his quarters. “I can explain.”

“Earther, right?” Stag lunged, pushed him out of the way and glared at the bed, then slowly fixed his attention on the sealed cleansing unit. “Female?”

Deviant backed up and blocked access to it. “She’s not a spy.”

“I knew it!” Stag curled his upper lip. “That discussion you started on your shift was your way of testing my responses. And you didn’t confess to smuggling an Earther onboard my damn shuttle, so you’d already deduced I’d be furious! I’ve felt something was amiss ever since we left Colton Station. I should have heeded my instincts. Get her out here!”

Deviant braced his body, prepared to fight. “No. She belongs to me. The council has been notified and is aware of her presence.”

“What?” Stag appeared ready to attack. “You notified
them
but not me? It’s my ship!”

Another cyborg entered Deviant’s room, since the door remained open. Hellion moved in between them. “Why the shouting? What’s going on?”

“I’d have expected this from
you
.” Stag glared at Hellion. “Were you aware there is an Earther female aboard the
Varnish
?”

Hellion shot a stunned look at Deviant, then back at Stag. “No shit? I didn’t know. Where is she?”

Stag jerked his chin up. “Inside that cleansing unit. Move aside, both of you. I’m hauling her ass into the cargo bay and securing her there until we reach Garden. I’ll have Kelis guard her.”

“I’m not going to allow that to happen, Stag.” Deviant backed up farther, placing his body against the cleansing unit. “Venice is mine. We’re verbally contracted. You have no right to take her away from me.”

“This is
my
ship. I can do whatever the hell I want. And you didn’t ask my permission to allow an Earther onboard because you knew I’d say no!”

“Verbally contracted in what way?” Hellion glanced at Deviant again.

“She belongs to me.”

Hellion’s eyebrows shot up. “We’re not allowed to own slaves anymore. Not even hot ones. I take it she’s hot?”

“Shut up, Hellion. All that matters is she’s an Earther,” Stag spat. “Damn you, Deviant! Is she being tracked? Did you even check her for that? We’re on our way to Garden. You could be allowing her to lead those bastards right to our planet.”

“She’s not a spy for Earth Government. I saved her on the station.”

“You mean she set up some scam and you fell for it?” Stag spun, touched the pad, and connected to it. He faced Deviant again seconds later. “Maze is on his way. You’re going to allow him to examine her. Get her out here.”

“I will if you give your word to stop shouting—and you’re not allowed to touch her. She’ll be frightened.”

Stag’s eyebrows rose and he curled his lip again. “Oh, I wouldn’t want
that
. You brought a plague on my ship but let’s all be aware of her feelings.”

“She’s not a plague.” That pissed Deviant off. “Why would you call her that?”

“Because she might well be the reason our race is wiped out if she’s been embedded with a tracker. I never should have agreed to let a born cyborg on my ship. You know
nothing
of the kind of treachery Earthers are capable of committing. Did you hear nothing I said? It’s a game to them to earn our trust and get us killed!”

The medic arrived, carrying his kit. “What is the emergency?”

“Deviant brought an Earther female aboard the
Varnish
.” Stag pointed at the cleansing unit. “Get her out here right now.”

“Your word?” Deviant didn’t budge. “You aren’t to hurt or frighten her in any way.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Stag hissed.

Hellion stepped closer to Stag and shook his head. “Let Maze scan her before you blow your top.”

“My top?” Stag seethed.

“Temper,” Hellion clarified. “Calm. We all want to see the Earther female. Let’s be reasonable and assess her first.”

Stag backed up and leaned against the wall next to the door. “By all means. Let’s not scare the Earther. Deviant, open that unit. Maze, check her over. See what kind of shit we’re in. I’ve just ordered Mavo to change course away from Garden. I’ll be damned before I lead the battle cruisers right to our home.”

Deviant glanced at the three cyborgs. The medic appeared surprised but not angry. Hellion seemed neutral. Stag remained furious but at least he had moved across the room.

Deviant turned, overrode the lock, and stepped inside to shield Venice from the males. She smiled, obviously unaware of what had happened. The unit would have blocked all sound.

“Stag is aware of you,” he whispered.

Her smile faded. She paled a little and began to tremble.

He reached out and gripped her arm. “It’s going to be fine. Three cyborgs are in my quarters. One is a medic. Maze needs to scan you. I won’t allow anyone to hurt you or take you away from me, Venice. Can you trust me?”

She still appeared terrified but she nodded. “Yes.”

“Come,” he tugged on her, backing up.

She lifted her chin and followed. He admired her courage. She showed quite a lot as he pulled her closer, watching her face when she saw the other males. Her mouth pressed into a tense line and she grabbed at him, but that was the only way she responded. He took her hand, holding it firmly with his own.