Haunting Blackie: 8 (Cyborg Seduction) Read online

  “What?”

  His expression would have been comical if it wasn’t such a serious matter. Her embarrassment grew by leaps and bounds. “I want to! I mean, with you. I just never wanted anyone else to touch me.”

  He seemed at a loss for words.

  “Cameron, my creator, was always after me to have sex but I hated him. I knew if I showed any interest in any of the guards, he’d never leave me alone. I met you and, um, that bond snapped into place. No one ever seemed attractive to me after that night.” She felt the need to explain. “I just…felt nothing when I looked at other men.”

  He licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Do you feel something for me?”

  “Yes.” She scooted closer and spread her thighs to give him room if he wanted to get closer. “I ache for you to touch me but I thought I should warn you. I haven’t done this before. You might expect a more skilled lover. I’ll learn.”

  His hands slid higher up her thighs. “The first time we met, you seemed less innocent. That’s why I’m surprised.” He invaded her personal space.

  She followed his lowered gaze to stare at the thick outline of his shaft. It protruded up and to the side along the front of his pants, trapped under the material. He was big and she admitted to feeling a bit intimidated. That wasn’t a size for beginners.

  “I don’t expect experience or skill. I just want you.”

  She stared into his eyes, knowing he meant it. Passion flared there bright enough for her to read. He wasn’t cold or unfeeling, nor was he hiding his emotions. A soft growl rumbled from her throat and she just wanted to eat him up but refrained from telling him that in case he mistook the context.

  “I’m so sorry I attacked you on the freighter.”

  “You didn’t know my identity. The helmet hid my features.”

  Her gaze traveled to the bandages. “Did I do much damage?”

  “No.” He reached for the white bandage on his side and tugged it free.

  She studied the wound. Her claws had torn the skin but it was mostly healed. “Wow.”

  “We mend at an accelerated rate. By tomorrow it will just be a little red. It’s the same where you bit me. I’m sorry I struck you in the face.” His gaze lingered over her cheek.

  “I didn’t give you much of a choice. It doesn’t even hurt. I heal fast too. Give it a day and you won’t even see a mark.”

  He inched a little closer. “Are you stalling for time? I don’t wish to rush you but I’ve waited decades to see you undressed and to put my hands on you.”

  Eve’s hands trembled as she reached for her half shirt and just tore it over her head. He wanted her bare and he was going to get anything he asked for. She leaned back, drew up her legs and braced her heels on the edge of the bed. She had to be careful not to strike her head on the wall behind the bunk. The space wasn’t exactly narrow but it did restrict movement. Her hips arched upward, offering him the opportunity to remove her shorts.

  His hands spanned her waist, his thumbs hooked the top of the material and ever so slowly tormented her by exploring her lower stomach just under the waistband. She stopped worrying whether he found her attractive since his focus riveted on her body when he tugged her shorts downward.

  The scent of her arousal filled her nose and she hoped he found it a turn-on. She knew her canine abilities amplified her sense of smell. He stripped her and tossed the material away. She expected him to just take her but he spread her thighs wider, crouched down, and she froze. He seemed to want to inspect her sex.

  “I didn’t lie. No one has touched me. I’m yours.”

  His gaze met hers. “You’re going to snap my control if you keep talking. I need to do right by you.”

  Eve didn’t understand what he meant until she gasped when his face lowered and his mouth opened. He spread wet, hot kisses over the top of her mound and his hands dug under her ass, just lifting her a few inches off the bed. Broad shoulders wiggled between her thighs, parting them wider, and she clawed at the bed when his hot breath fanned along the seam of her pussy. He planned to perform oral sex.

  Another growl tore from her. She threw her head back, eyes squeezed tightly closed, and fought the urge to slam her legs together. An inner battle raged between embarrassment over being vulnerable and exposed and extreme curiosity as to how it would feel to be touched that way. He’s my mate. I belong to him—all of me. Her tense muscles relaxed as she submitted to Blackie, willing to allow him to educate her firsthand about foreplay.

  The first stroke of his tongue across her clit came as a surprise. He was gentle but a powerful jolt of strange sensations shot through her entire body. She held her breath, waiting. He flattened his tongue and pressed it against a very sensitive spot. It made her gasp when he began an up-and-down motion, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed against her.

  “Oh yeah,” she moaned. The stimulation to the bundle of nerves he played with was heavenly and hellish to Eve at the same time. It felt really good but at the same time it made her ache. Her fingers clutched at the bedding to avoid fisting in his hair. She couldn’t hold still, her hips seeming to move of their own accord.

  Blackie grew more aggressive and Eve lost the ability to think. He stopped licking to seal his lips around the bud and sucked. She gasped at the new sensation then moaned louder. She became aware of the throbbing coming from inside, her vaginal muscles clenching, and a new need arose. She panted, the urge to grab his hair and jerk him up her body increasingly difficult to resist. “Please?”

  He didn’t seem to understand her plea when he continued to torment her. All she wanted was him on top of her and to feel what it would be like to have him inside her. She’d tried to imagine it at least a thousand times when the memories of the past haunted her but wasn’t quite sure if she had it right.

  His shoulders kept her open to his hot mouth and tongue until the raw sensations became too intense and she arched her back, crying out, as she came hard. Strong spasms made her quake as warmth spread through her pussy, her mind blown.

  His mouth withdrew when he lowered her ass back to the soft mattress. She lay there spent as he adjusted his hold on her. His hand explored her inner thigh, sliding upward, until one of his fingers slowly penetrated her pussy. She moaned at the sensation of his thick digit parting her. He paused, withdrew it almost completely, and inserted a second one. He stretched her vaginal walls and she moaned louder, enjoying it.

  Her hips rocked in tune with his motions and it felt so good she clawed at his bedding again. A protest formed when he withdrew his fingers and her eyes opened. She looked down between their bodies and her breath caught as she watched him open his pants, freeing his cock. She’d seen naked men before but no one could compare to Blackie. He was perfectly shaped…and large. She’d expected that with a C-46 unit. The thick girth of the shaft was stiff and watching his fingers curl around the base of it was really sexy. He guided the rounded head of his cock between her spread thighs.

  “Hold still,” he demanded. “I’m going slow. I don’t want to hurt you.” His gaze held hers. “It will though.”

  She knew what to expect, what he meant, but then the tip of his cock pressed against her spread pussy and she moaned as he pressed it against her. Her body protested a little at the thick intrusion but she was slick and wet from his mouth, making her hot and ready for him. He made a low sound, almost pained. It worried her.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  His eyes narrowed. “You’re killing me.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, beautiful.”

  She wondered what he regretted. It was great so far and she loved him calling her that endearment. He released his shaft, tightened his hold on her ankles and shifted to wrap his arms around each of her thighs, holding them tightly against his ribs. He drove into her with one swift stroke and she gasped, crying out as a stab of pain shot through her.

  He froze, buried deep inside her. The jolt of pain faded as the seconds passed.

  “It won’t h