Twenty minutes later he finished scouting the area; several more coilers and two other strange beasts had entered the afterlife.
He carefully shifted his body back into his bipedal state as Norah came into sight. He stopped in his tracks and pressed himself within the thick ovaline leaves as his body stiffened from toe to tip.
Stryker narrowed his eyes, losing focus to everything but the partially undressed beauty before him. A woman grooming herself became the most erotic, sexual sight he had ever been privy to. His eyes trailed the curves of her body, wavy and precise, heated caramel that melted the steel nerves inside of him.
Norah was sitting atop the extra poncho he carried, her shirt and pants strung up on a nearby branch, scrunched and wrinkled from continuous squeezing. Tiny drops of water fell from their ends. She was bare before his gaze except for plain, black undergarments.
Her fingers slid over her scrapes and cuts with his medical salve, every flick of her finger frayed his reserve. Stryker felt his mouth dry up as she continued to touch her glistening skin. The plates in his hands shifted, his teeth bit into his tongue, metallic blood filled his mouth.
She caressed the ointment over her legs, bringing her feet up where she rubbed the reddened skin under her fingertips. Norah massaged her feet, her palms cupped her in-steps as she made an almost indiscernible moan, low enough that only a Cyborg could hear.
Her long, curling hair was tied atop her head, leaving coils and ringlets to frame her face and tease her ears. Ebony black hair against smooth cinnamon and mahogany skin. A dessert.
Delicious.His tongue threaded between his bestial teeth to hiss between his lips.
Stryker let his gaze drift over every inch of her that he could see, knowing that what he was doing was wrong. He couldn’t help himself, his dick sprung erect between his legs. A sword, a hidden weapon that only wanted one thing.
He looked down at himself, confused at what was happening to his body.
Where is my control?He tried to shift his erection down, and when that didn’t work, he tried to shift it back into his body. The pressure that put against his metal groin was beyond uncomfortable.
He let himself free with an unprecedented thrust.
Stryker couldn’t remember a time when he reacted this way. He was sure he had been with a woman before, at least a sex bot, but he couldn’t recall the footage in his mind. He had either made it up or deleted his past experiences with women.
What he did find was a warning. One that flashed red and bright that said,Don’t be stupid. Don’t trust yourself. You wear a mask over your mouth for a reason.That last part yelled at him in the back of his mind.
Stryker clenched his eyelids shut.I can’t achieve perfection if I have no control.
His dick remained painfully hard. Thunder boomed in rapid succession. A lightning bolt haloed Norah’s lush and lean outline.Just think about baseball.He chanted internally.
She raised a cup of water she had collected from the rain running dripping down a hole in the canopy and splashed her neck. She sprayed her body with a sheen of soap. He watched as she looked around, peering through the veil of water, leaves, and humid gloom to see if he was around. Her eyes ran over him without seeing him.
Stryker turned away when she lifted her bra and stepped out of her panties. He wouldn’t invade her privacy like that, not as a peeping Tom waiting to see what he wasn’t meant to.
He leaned his head against the trunk and counted to a hundred. When he was done, he had regained enough control over himself to approach her. Stryker leaped to her side.
A startled scream met him.
“You can’t just do that!” Norah scuttled back a foot. Her hand went to her heart, she was wrapped up the poncho now, all her clothes hanging wet and limp beside her. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to kill me.”
Stryker smirked and sat beside her, leaning his back into the trunk and resting his gun over his knees. “How are you feeling?” He eyed the thin plastic that covered her.
She gaped. “I’m terrified, stressed, and how much caffeine did you give me back there? I can’t stop twitching.”
“100 milligrams. A little over a cup of joe.”
Norah brought her hands down from her chest and rested her palm over his dagger. Stryker pretended not to notice. The roars of the storm, partnered with the ever-darkening skies, created a bubble around them.I might have to forage.His eyes remained on the scientist. The winds whistled around them.
If the ship is gone we could…
He couldn’t bring himself to finish the thought. If there was ever a woman for him, he wouldn’t need to be the only man left on the planet to tempt her.
The cage he wore around his head felt heavy.
“I don’t believe you.”
He canted his head. “What?”
