Seducing Stag (Cyborg Seduction Book 10) (8 page)

“I want you inside me. Yes?”

“Yes,” he rasped.

She had to climb off him, and almost fell off the bed in her haste to remove her pants. None of her underwear had made the trip to his ship so it was just a matter of undoing the pants and shoving them down her legs. She grabbed the shirt though and put it back on.

“Why?”

She straddled him again, reached down between their bodies, and used the wetness to tease her own clit. “Anyone could just walk in. This will at least cover us a little if it happens.”

He lowered his gaze, watching her hand move. “What are you doing?”

“You’re close to coming.” It felt good to rub the bundle of nerves. “Making sure you don’t do it before I do.”

“Let me see. Lift the shirt.”

She sat up more, gripped the shirt and tugged it up to her stomach. Something brushed her ass and she twisted, seeing that Stag was still totally up to the task of being inside her. Her desire hiked more as she stroked her clit, the nub hardening, and she stared into his beautiful eyes.

“Ride me,” he ordered.

“Close…” She was. She scooted back, keeping her finger moving over the swollen nub, and used her other hand to grip his cock. She spread her thighs a little more and rubbed the crown of his cock along the seam of her pussy.

Stag’s breathing increased and she noticed his hands fist at the sides of the bed. Some of his motion was returning, the drugs wearing off. Time was running out before his implants would come back too, she figured. He’d be able to signal Maze to come, and then he’d be the one in control again.

She adjusted the angle of her hips, lined his shaft up with her entrance, and sank down on him slowly. She closed her eyes and stopped rubbing her clit. He was thick and her body resisted taking him. She bent forward, using his chest to brace herself as she pushed back against his lap, taking more of him.

It had been so long since she’d experienced that feeling of being filled, of having a man inside her. She moaned, rocked her hips, and took even more of him. He was huge and it felt incredible. He was so hard…

“Fuck,” he hissed.

They were. She spread her fingers to brace better on his chest and started to rock back and forth. Moans tore from her throat and she didn’t try to muffle them. She sank down on him all the way and just collapsed forward, laying on him as she rubbed their bodies together. It pressed her clit against his lower stomach. Each movement felt even better.

“Oh God! I’m going to come. It’s been too long,” she got out, frantically grinding against him now.

He thrust his hips upward suddenly, surprising her, but it felt so good as he took over, rocking them. It made her body slide against his. She clutched at his sides, just hanging on as they moved together. The climax tore through her with brutal force and she leaned forward, burying her mouth against his hot skin. He craned his neck, his jaw pressing against the top of her head.

He jerked, groaning, and she knew he was coming too.

He finally stopped bucking his hips under her and Nala panted, sprawled on top of him. She could feel her vaginal muscles still twitching in the aftermath around his cock buried inside her.

Long minutes passed. She didn’t know what to say to him and was afraid to lift her head off his chest. He finally broke the silence.

“Take off my restraints, Nala.”

He wasn’t going to stop asking her to do that, obviously. It was time to face the consequences anyway. He didn’t sound exactly angry but his tone implied he wasn’t happy either. “You said yes,” she reminded him.

“I did.”

“What are you going to do to me?” She still wasn’t willing to look at him.

“Do you want Maze or another member of my crew to find us this way? We need to use the cleansing unit and change the bedding, or they will guess we’ve had intercourse.”

She flinched at the cold term. “You can move now, can’t you?”

“I tried to break the restraints but couldn’t. I didn’t want you to know, hoping you’d take them off, thinking I was still helpless.”

“How long?”

“It’s been about five minutes since I regained the use of my limbs.”

She lifted off him a little and raised her chin. He masked his expression as she studied him. “Implants?”

“Not yet, or I’d seal the door so no one could walk in. They could at any second.”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“I’d never abuse you.”

That wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear. “What’s your definition of that?”

“Release me. Don’t make this worse.”

“You mean by your crew finding out you had sex with an Earther?”

His lips pressed together in a grim line. “Nala, let me go.”

She used his chest to straighten up. His cock remained hard inside her, apparent as since their bodies were still joined. She lifted up, separating them, and climbed toward the top of bed.

The restraints were easy to figure out. They were a two-pinch system on the back of his wrist. It took effort to squeeze hard enough for the lock to open, but it did, freeing one of his arms.

She almost expected him to grab for her throat but he twisted away, opening the other restraint himself. She ended up in the corner of the bed as he sat up and bent forward, reaching for his ankles.

He was flexible. She’d give him that. He got free and slid off the bed, yanking his shorts up his hips, but not before she got to glimpse a bit of his firm, rounded ass. It was a nice one. He turned then, his expression unreadable again.

“Use the cleansing unit. I’ll change the bedding.”

She was leery. “That’s it? You’re not going to get even?”

“I can’t lock the door without my implants working. Get in the cleansing unit. Hurry. I’ll use it next.”

It seemed hiding the fact that they’d had sex was more important to him at that moment than getting revenge.

She crawled off the bed and dashed into the unit. He didn’t try to stop her. She sealed the door, removed her shirt, and leaned against the wall. Stag would make her pay somehow. She had faith—and dreaded it.

Stag exited the cleansing unit in his uniform. He had already changed the bedding before using it, and he refused to even look at Nala. He was aware of her sitting on the bed. She’d put on another outfit since he’d tossed her pants down the laundry chute. They had evidence on them of her becoming aroused.

He strode across the room and laid his palm on the sensor. Nothing happened. It pissed him off and unnerved him. The door had been locked and he couldn’t link to open it. Anger came next. He was effectively locked inside his own quarters. The computer wasn’t registering him as a crew member.

“Do you want out?”

Her voice was close to him. He jerked his hand off the panel and spun. She had left the bed and now stared up him from just feet away. “Isn’t Maze checking on my progress? It’s his job.”

She inched around him and touched the pad. “Maze?”

A click sounded, then the medic’s voice came from the com speaker. “What is wrong, Nala?”

She sighed. “Your patient is up and wants out. The doors won’t open.”

“I’m on my way.”

She released the pad and faced him. “He set that up so I could get ahold of him if you had any problems.”

That pissed him off. “I plan to have words with him.”

“Because he left you in my care?”

“Yes.” He wouldn’t deny it.

“Well, it sounded like shit hit the fan. I don’t know the details since I’m persona non grata onboard. It was a good thing he didn’t dump you in some room alone, since I was here when you started thrashing around.”

“Explain.”

“You were out, but your body wasn’t. It looked like you were fighting someone and almost threw yourself out of the bed. I had to kind of tackle you to keep you down until help arrived. It’s why you were immobilized. You might have bashed your head open or something.”

“You’re saying you saved my life?” He shook his head. “I don’t believe it.”

“Not your life. Just kept you from being injured more than you already were.”

“Are you trying to make me feel indebted to you? That event never happened.”

“You’re such an ass.” She spun, lifted her shirt, and yanked it up. “This is from your knee. I managed to dodge your fists.”

Dismay hit him at the huge bruise covering her skin. It was about a four inch diameter mark—and could definitely be from a knee. The discoloration looked painful, and it looked as if she’d taken quite a blow.

She dropped her shirt and spun. “But wait—I’m just making that up. Fuck you.” She stormed around him and sat on the bed. “Mental note made. Next time I’ll let you slam into the floor. It might knock some sense into you.”

The door opened and Maze came in. “Stag. How do you feel?”

“Get your med kit and check Nala. She has damage to her back.”

“I’m fine. It’s just a bruise.”

Maze walked closer to her and knelt by the bed where she sat. “Why didn’t you say something? You didn’t mention you were hurt when we stabilized Stag. Is that when it happened?”

“According to him,” she jerked her head at Stag, “that never happened, so no. I must have kneed myself in the back. Apparently, I’m super flexible like that.”

That angered Stag further. “Treat her. I’ll be in Control.”

He left fast before he said something he’d regret. Nala had a way of making a fool out of him, making him feel like the ass she kept claiming he was.

The lift opened for him since it was motion-sensor controlled. He entered Control seconds later. “Status?”

Veller rose from his command seat, stepping aside. “It’s good to see you recovered.”

“Take the chair. I am here to get an update.”

Veller frowned.

“I’m offline. I can’t link to our ship. You can. The hull patch?”

“Complete. No additional damage. You almost had it melded on when the incident occurred.”

He didn’t want to think about when his suit had been pierced. It had been traumatic. He’d survived, and that was all that mattered. “Any other problems?”

“None. We’re just watching the countdown until we try to leave the dead zone.”

“Display it for me.”

Veller sat back down and placed his hand on the pad at the chair. Stag wished he could do that. The front monitor came on and showed how much time remained.

“We’ve seen no other signs of thrusters. No other bombs attached except to the one solar panel that blew.”

“Good.”

“We’re in a safe sector until we move. They would have been drawn to our hull if any were within range. We kept an eye on the unaffected solar panels as they drifted outward, until we lost visuals on them. They remained intact.”

“You didn’t use exterior lights to track the panels, did you?”

Veller shook his head. “No light sources. I remembered your orders. Were your implants damaged?”

“I can’t be certain until they are online again.”

“That must be difficult.”

He met Veller’s direct stare. “It is.”

“I imagine it would be like losing a limb. Is it?”

Stag’s patience came to an end. “Why your curiosity?”

Veller slid his gaze away. “I apologize.”

Stag was tempted to return to his quarters and avoid the rest of the crew until he was back to standard, but that would mean spending time with Nala. He took a seat at coms. “Crew status?”

“Hellion and Parqel are doing routine maintenance. Kelis and Yammer just went off shift and are sleeping. Maze is currently in your quarters.”

“Two men should always be in Control at all times. You know the rules.”

“Maze was called away by the Earther. You’re here now.”

But I’m useless. Stag refused to share that information. “Get Maze back here.”

“Contacting him now.” He paused. “He’s on his way.”

Stag fisted his hands in his lap and looked at the dark space being displayed on the pads. He could watch for lights. He didn’t need his cybernetics for that.

Maze returned for shift duty within minutes. He took a seat at the weapons station and glanced at Stag. “Would you allow me to scan you?”

“I’m fine. How long will I be offline?”

“Your systems should reboot soon.”

“Why did this happen?” He was furious that he couldn’t access parts of himself. He kept trying but they didn’t respond.

“You suffered heart failure. It was better to shut everything down than risk parts being damaged by the electrical current it took to bring you back.”

“Understood.”

“Nala refused to allow me to scan her. I did insist on looking at the injury.”

He didn’t like the medic seeing Nala without her shirt. “Conclusion?” He hated that he’d hurt her, even if he hadn’t been aware of doing it. There was no honor in harming someone so weak. She was little and fragile.

“It will heal. She said she had no pain from moving her arms or taking deep breaths. It’s doubtful any bones were broken. It’s just soft tissue damage. I’d still like to scan her.”

“Leave her alone for now.” Stag just wished he could stop thinking about her. An image flashed inside his mind of her head bent, her mouth suckling at his nipple. He’d never experienced anything like it—or what happened after.

His cock began to respond and he shifted in the chair, focusing on the pad. It had to be because he’d been vulnerable without his implants. He couldn’t mute any of his responses to her. “Right now we have more important things to deal with.”

He’d avoid Nala until he was completely in control of his emotions and physical responses again, and forget all about what had happened on his bed. That was the best course of action to take. He’d nearly died, after all, and had woken disorientated. That had to be why he’d allowed her to get to him.

No Earther would get the best of him. They were deceitful, and males who fell under their seduction were naïve. Stag wasn’t.

* * * * *

Nala woke when the door opened and Stag entered. He didn’t spare her a glance as he began to remove his boots. He stored them in one of the touch drawers that slid back into the wall when he was done. He entered the cleansing unit next.

“So we’re ignoring each other?” She sighed, lay back down, but scooted to the wall to make room for him when the cleansing unit went off. She drifted back to sleep until he spoke.

“Did you eat?”

She rolled over, opening her eyes. He’d dimmed the lights and only wore a pair of shorts. Memories of him without them surfaced, but she tried to wipe that from her mind. “Yes. Maze not only brought me dinner but gave me a shot to help speed up healing.”

“How is your back?”

“Fine. How was your shift?”

He turned away, crossed the room and stretched his arm up. She knew that drawer—and it pissed her off as he opened it and withdrew the belts.

“No way. Nope.”

He gazed back at her. “What?”

“You’re not restraining me so you can sleep. Give me a break.”

“It’s a requirement.”

“Fuck you.” She rolled onto her side, back to him, and curled her arms to her chest. “I could have killed you when you were helpless. I didn’t. You should seek treatment for your paranoia, if cyborgs have therapists. You’re a mental case, Stag.”

The bed dipped. “Give me your wrists.”

She curled into a tighter ball. “I should have smothered you with your pillow when I had the chance.”

“Nala,” he warned. “Wrists. Now.”

She was tempted to flip him off but he had fast reflexes. He might grab her hand if she exposed it to him. “Good night. I’m going back to sleep now.”

“Don’t make me force you.”

She turned a little more, pulling her arms inside her shirt and pressing them against her skin. “Sleeping now. Go somewhere else if you can’t trust me.”

“You’re acting childish.”

“And you’re acting like an unreasonable ass.”

He surprised her when he gripped her waist and rolled her flat onto her back, straddling her in a heartbeat. He sat on her hips with his spread thighs pinning her in place, but kept most of his weight off. She glared up at him as he noticed what she’d done. Her arms were still curled tight to her chest, under her shirt. He frowned.

“Stop being a control freak. Get off me.”

“Wrists.” He had the restraints thrown over his bare shoulder, the other one still bandaged.

“No.”

He gripped the lower edge of her shirt and tugged it up a little, revealing inches of her stomach. He paused, staring at it. “Wrists,” he rasped. “Or I’ll be forced to find them myself.”

“Let me help you with that.” He was going to win in a physical contest. She lifted her shirt, shoving it up and over her head, then crossed her arms again, curling her hands between her breasts. “There.”

He stared at her chest. Her breasts were pushed up by her arms, exposed. A muscle flexed near his mouth but he didn’t move.

“Just grab them. Go ahead.”

He held very still.

“My wrists…to be clear.”

His gaze lifted and he reached for the restraints. She tensed. He was going to force her arms up and tie her to the top of the bunk again. It would cost him though, since she’d be sleeping topless next to him.

He tossed the belts at the head of the bed and bent, his fists catching his weight on each side of her near her shoulders as he crouched down. He leaned in, holding her gaze. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not suffering alone.”

“What does that mean?”

She slowly reached up and slid her fingers into his hair, stroking the short strands. He had thick, great hair. “You want me tied up next to you? Fine. But it’s going to bother you that I’m topless. So do it.” She released his hair and lifted both arms up, arching her back. It was provocative and she knew it. “If I remember right, being tied up and naked saved my life. You must have a fondness for seeing me that way. Want the pants too? Take them.”

He didn’t move but he wasn’t holding her gaze anymore, instead watching her breasts.

“You’re attempting to seduce me to see if you can.”

“I already did,” she boasted. “You might want to pretend nothing happened, but it did. It felt really good too.”

He lifted one hand and reached for the belt. She tensed. He might want to strangle her with it for the taunt she’d just thrown down, but she didn’t think he’d really hurt her. He would have by now if he really hated her. She was starting to suspect that was a problem for him.

“You go too far, Nala. It’s as though you enjoy angering me.”

“It beats you being so cold.” She reached for him and splayed her hand on his chest. “Warm up, Stag. I like you when you’re hot.” She brushed her thumb over his nipple and it hardened, turning instantly erect.

He climbed off her—and she knew she’d pushed him too far.

Stag gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist and secured it with the belt, then attached the other end to the frame above her. She offered up the other one without making him fight for it. He said he was a person but he could be as cold as a machine. She’d tried to reach him, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down twice. He didn’t say it, but she understood.