“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.

“I’ll explain a part of cyborg society to you.”

She held still as he attached her other wrist. “Fantastic.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and put his back to her. “We have family units. They are the same as an Earther marriage…only your kind murdered most of our women. So few survived that we had to adjust the concept. Women take on more than just one husband, so most of our men have the opportunity to be a part of a family.” He turned then, watching her. “Our women are very selective of the men they choose to share homes with. They have various methods of judging prospective men. One is their job title and status. Another is their genetics. Flaws are not permitted.”

“Like being paranoid? Do you have a wife?” She hated the idea, already jealous, and even a bit horrified, because what if he wasn’t single? They’d had sex. His wife had other husbands, if what he said was true, so maybe cheating was accepted as the norm with cyborgs. It still didn’t sit right with her.

“I’m single. When I was younger, I considered joining into a family unit until I became aware of the ramifications.”

“What would those be?”

“The wives control every aspect of their husbands’ lives. They aren’t allowed to make a decision without consulting her first and getting her agreement.”

“Ah. Control freak you said hell no to that.” He wasn’t married and wouldn’t ever be. She was relieved by that news.

“Some of the women had certain other requirements, if you passed the status and genetic ones.” He stood up, walked to the end of the bed, and leaned over. “Physical ones.”

He gripped the bottom of her sleeping pants and tugged hard. He ripped them down her legs and she gasped, stunned. He tossed them aside as he straightened up and hooked his thumbs into the waist of his shorts, easing them lower.

“You want to play at seduction, Nala? You’re out of your league.” He freed his cock, already semi-hard, and shoved his shorts low enough to let gravity take them to the floor before stepping out of them. “I’m the best at everything I decide to do, so I’ve studied everything about a woman’s body.” His gaze languidly trailed over her body. “Cunnilingus. Stamina. Prepare to be schooled, little Earther.”

She was staggered by the change in him. He climbed on the bed, gripped her ankles, and lifted them to place her feet on his chest. He lowered to sit on his legs on the bed, skimmed his hands down the underside of her calves to her knees, then shoved them wide apart. He dropped forward, going flat on his stomach. It put his head right over her pussy. He kept watching her, licked his lips and smiled.

She would even call that spark she saw in his gorgeous blue eyes malicious.

“You want hot? You’re going to get it. I’m going to set you on fire, Nala. You’re going to beg me to fuck you, and I’m going to. Do you know why?”

No one had ever spoken to her that way before, and the things he threatened to do sounded heavenly. She didn’t care what his motives were. “Don’t be a dick.”

His eyes narrowed; she was pretty sure that response pissed him off. “No words then. Just learn.”

He shoved her thighs farther apart, his strong hands clutching them to adjust her pussy the way he wanted, then he dipped his head.

She thought he might tease her, but she was wrong. He licked her clit, teased it, and then clamped his mouth around that bundle of nerves with a near roughness that had her almost flinching.

The one boyfriend she’d had was super gentle when he’d gone down on her, but it seemed Stag didn’t know the meaning of the word as he began to suck and lash his tongue against her clit.

She twisted her wrists, grabbed hold of the belts and squeezed her eyes closed. Pleasure and ecstasy radiated through her until it was almost painful. She was going to come hard and fast. Moans tore through her and her body grew rigid, every muscle locking up in anticipation of him getting her off. He didn’t disappoint, sending her over the edge. She cried out as her hips bucked, the climax brutal.

He didn’t stop. She fought to get air into her lungs and frantically struggled to break away from his mouth, because she was oversensitive, but he stayed locked on her, licking and sucking.

Words came out of her mouth as she thrashed on the bed but he easily held her down. It was pain and pleasure. She lost track of time, couldn’t think, and was shocked when another burst of rapture tore through her.

He eased off her clit then and she lay panting, her body coated in sweat.

“I’m just starting, Nala.” His voice came out deeper. He released one of her thighs and she moaned when he ran his fingers down the seam of her pussy. “So wet. So ready for this.”

She cried out when he pushed two fingers inside and began to fuck her with them. He curved his fingers a little and quickened the pace. She tried to close her legs because it felt too intense, too good, but he pushed his shoulder against her free leg to pin it to the bed and lowered his mouth, trapping her clit with his lips. He unleashed his tongue again.

The cyborg was going to kill her. She came a third time, and would have screamed, except she didn’t have the strength or will. Her moans had left her throat feeling a bit raw. He pulled his mouth away as she rode out the climax, her vaginal muscles squeezing around his fingers. He slowly moved them, drawing out the orgasm.

He withdrew his fingers finally and released her thigh with his hand, lifting his shoulder off her other one.

Nala opened her eyes, out of breath, and stared at him as he climbed over her leg and stretched out on his side next to her.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.”

He grabbed her hip and turned her onto her side, facing the wall. He was so strong. She’d give him that. While she felt like a wet noodle that had been wrung out. He hooked her around the waist, pressed up against her back, and then let his hand skim over her stomach to her hip, then over the top of her thigh. He slid his hand farther, grasping and lifting her leg. He scooted down, molding his lower stomach against the curve of her ass as he hiked her leg a little higher.