“Cyan,” he groaned.

She was guessing that was a good way to say her name. He wasn’t pulling away or trying to stop her. One of his hands brushed her shoulder gently, a caress, almost as if he were afraid to touch her. She made a mental note to seriously have a talk with cyborg women if they didn’t do this for guys. It should be a two-way street. To get, you should also give o**l s*x. Sex 101 and they need to learn it. She pushed those thoughts back as the taste of him penetrated her senses and she moaned around him. The sweetness of his pr**cum was surprising and pleasant.

She heard his breathing change to a harsh pant while she worked him inside her mouth, sucking and teasing his seriously rigid cock. She took more until it threatened to choke her when the crown of his sex reached the back of her throat. She turned her head, taking him at different angles, and his hand actually gripped her shoulder, a warning that he was close to coming.

At first she thought she’d just do it long enough to get him really turned-on but that was before she realized he’d never had someone give him head. Now she wanted to finish what she started. She moved faster, her free hand grabbed his muscular ass to keep him still in case he tried to pull away at the last second, and she grew a little rougher with her mouth.

“Cyan,” he snarled, trying to gently step back.

Her hand on his ass tightened, her fingernails dug in just enough to be a warning and then he was coming. His body shook as the sweet taste of his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed each burst, keeping him tightly in her hold with her lips and tongue and slowed the pace just enough to milk him until his cl**ax ended. She pulled off him carefully, licked her lips and released his c**k to grab his hip instead. She used his body to pull herself to a standing position.

Krell’s head hung forward until his chin rested against his chest, his eyes closed, and he panted. A sheen of sweat slickened his body as if he’d been running.

She smiled, watched him recover, until his eyelashes parted. “That wasn’t exactly begging but it’s as close as I get. I was on my knees.”

Chapter Twelve

Cyan gasped when Krell suddenly gripped her arms and knocked her on her ass to land on the bed. She hadn’t seen that coming and as her body bounced on the mattress, she was even more stunned when he dropped to his knees, grabbed her under her calves and lifted her legs, putting her flat on her back with them in the air. He hoisted her ass to the edge of the mattress with his hold on her, jerked her thighs far apart and bent forward.

His mouth locked over her cl*t before she realized what he’d done, firm lips sealed around the bundle of nerves and his tongue pressed firmly against it. He growled, adding vibration to the wonderful sensation, and his tongue played hell as he rubbed it furiously against the spot that made her cry out.

She clawed at the bedding, just for something to hold on to, and pure pleasure tore through her. He had no mercy, using his mouth and tongue to make her pant. She tried to move her hips, needed to, but he pressed his forehead against her lower belly to hold her down. He growled again, sucked a little while he mastered her cl*t and Cyan realized she’d beg him to continue if he stopped. She was going to come fast and intensely if he kept it up and she really wanted to go over that edge.

Her body tensed, her back arched, pushing her pu**y tighter against his wonderful mouth and strong tongue, and she forgot how to breathe, holding air inside her lungs. It only heightened the pleasure. Her nails dug into the bedding, clawed it, and air filled her lungs finally as she screamed out Krell’s name when sheer ecstasy struck. The cl**ax brutally tore through her body, shooting straight from his tongue to her brain.

He tore his mouth away and her back dropped to the mattress. Her vaginal walls twitched from the strength of her release, warmth spread through her belly and she gasped as his c**k suddenly entered her in one strong, driving thrust. His thick, rigid shaft sank into her deeply and his weight came down, pinned her, and her eyes opened.

Krell stared at her, not moving, their bodies locked together, and he adjusted his hold on her. One hand gripped her ass to lift her h*ps a little tighter against his, urging her with a motion to wrap her legs around his waist, which she did. His other hand cupped her face before he lowered his until their mouths nearly brushed.

“You could have died out there.”

“You’re still on that?” Her legs tightened, urging him to move. “It’s over.”

“We are not.”

She paused, letting his words sink in. “I meant the situation outside is over. At least I hope it is since one of those things isn’t batting this shuttle around. I wasn’t talking about you and me.”

“Good.” His fingertips slid into her hair. “I didn’t welcome you into my life at first but you’re an intricate part of it now.”

She wasn’t sure how to take that. It made her heartbeat a little erratic though, an indication that it mattered way too much. She wanted to know what he meant though.

“Krell?”

His gaze dropped to her mouth before he looked up again. “Cyan?”

She grinned, enjoying his sense of humor, which he showed at odd moments. “What do you want from me besides this?”

“This?”

“Sex. Are we more? Where do you want this to go?”

Krell’s mind stumbled a little at Cyan’s question. He didn’t have an immediate answer to give. At first he’d wanted to be rid of her as quickly as possible but that was before she’d taken him on in a physical challenge at his home. Finding his face planted in a mat with her pinning him down had woken something inside him that he’d never known existed. She surprised him, made him admire her courage and fearlessness, and it had been entirely too pleasant.

He’d been sure she’d planned to use her alluring body to bypass his suspicious nature but she hadn’t acted the way he’d expected. He genuinely believed she wanted him, despite his flaws, and her responses to his touch were far too genuine to be an act. She was his female, his woman, and watching her hug Mavo had made him realize how easily he could lose her to another male.

Jealousy wasn’t something he experienced but it was an emotion he’d learned well since Cyan had entered his life. As petty as he believed it would be, he knew he didn’t want to share her, didn’t want another male to touch her and only wanted her to look at him the way she did at that moment. Her passion-softened features were so beautiful to him.

He wanted to keep her. Period. No doubt about it. He’d fight and kill any male who attempted to lure her from him. He’d battle the council if they refused to give her special concessions. Mavo believed she truly was the daughter of their creator and that had a good chance of being enough proof to sway their confidence in the matter. He no longer cared if she was Emily Pleva or a spy pretending to be her. Cyan Eous was his female, he was her primary male, and her true identity was irrelevant. She’s mine.

He studied her expressive eyes, the blue of them drawing him in as she waited for him to answer. The words were difficult to form. He didn’t want her to grow smug about his deep-seated attachment, to take advantage of his weakness for her, and doubted she’d respect a male who wished to adore her.

He bit back a groan, his c**k stiffening more inside her tight pu**y that gripped his shaft in a heavenly embrace. His mouth had just worshiped her and he wanted to do it again. The memory of her responses, the sounds she made and her taste made the list of highlights of his lifetime.

Krell took a slow breath. He’d be firm in his resolve to keep her by making his stance known. He’d leave no doubt in her mind that he wouldn’t allow her to walk away from him and that he planned to keep her. Some of the tension eased from his body. They were both strong individuals and he’d have to remember that. He just hoped most of their battles of wills ended up the way this one had. He fought a grin. He looked forward to baiting her if that was how Cyan settled arguments.

Cyan hated it when Krell didn’t answer, dreading that he was about to shoot down any possibility that they might have something lasting and real. She’d always kept her heart safe but he had a way of getting to her as no other man ever had. He knew what and who she really was, even if he didn’t fully believe it, but she figured since Mavo he might have changed his mind about being so distrustful of her.

“You wish to discuss this now?” His voice came out smooth and steady.

“I’m curious.”

“I’m your primary male.”

“My husband.” The word was still surprising to work her mouth around. She’d gotten married and hadn’t even known it.

“Yes.” He adjusted his weight to ease some of it off her chest. “I am. You’re my female.”

“Where does that leave us?”

“Permanently together.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and his teeth dented it.

She stared deeply into his eyes, trying to read him but couldn’t guess his emotions. He was really good at hiding them when he wanted to. He stopped biting his mouth and took a deep breath, his chest pressing against hers as he inhaled.

“I won’t release you. I’ll protest if you request the council to dissolve our family unit.” Anger flashed across his handsome, scarred face at that point. “You wanted me and you have me, Cyan. This isn’t a game. State your intentions now.”

My intentions? Did he really just say that?

“Are you planning to protest our family unit?”

“I−”

The door to the room suddenly slid open and an unknown cyborg entered. “We’re under attack!”

Krell jerked his head around, his body shielding Cyan’s from the view of the other male. “The inhabitants?”

“No. An enemy shuttle is hovering. It is the one that attacked us in space.”

“Shit!” Cyan shoved at Krell’s chest to allow her to get up. “The Markus Models found us.”

“Affirmative,” the cyborg verified, his gaze averted. “They are threatening to open fire on the Vontage if we don’t surrender. They are stating they have backup on the way.”

“I’ll be right there.”

The cyborg spun around, rushing out of the room. Krell abruptly shoved away, his body withdrew from hers, and he frantically dressed. Cyan lunged up, scooted for the end of the bed and leaned down to grab her own clothing.

“Stay put,” Krell harshly ordered her. “We’ll have to battle them from the ground.” Fury gripped his features. “I should have been at my post, alert to the danger, but instead I was distracted by you. This is my fault.”

“How could you have known they’d find us, Krell? I’m sure you evaluated the odds, it’s what you do. Don’t blame yourself. A ground fight would be suicide. Hovering means they already have every weapon they possess trained on both ships and they’ll be targeted with the planetary missiles those shuttles have to be equipped with. We’re not in space. The shielding on our ships isn’t designed to protect against them, Krell.”

He turned at the door, tearing his shirt down over his chest. “We have no choice. We can’t be taken alive to be tortured until some break. The Markus Models can’t discover the location of Garden. We’ll fight to the death and blow our own ships up before we allow them to be captured and used to figure out where we’ve been traveling.”

“Stall them. We’ll think up something, Krell.”

He still hesitated. “I am deeply sorry, Cyan. I failed to keep you safe. This is entirely my fault.”

The doors opened and he was gone. She cursed a blue streak as she yanked on her own clothing, fumbled for her weapons belt and shoved on her boots. A ground war with a military shuttle outfitted for battle the way the Genesis Fours were would be pure stupidity. The Markus Models would disable both ships easily, trap the cyborgs on the planet and just capture them off one by one if the big beast things didn’t kill them first.