She whistled out a breath. “Thank you.” Norah threaded her fingers between them and gripped his shoulder straps. Her body ached, her knees were scratched, but the end of the world couldn’t have made her move off of him.
“What for?”
For everything.“For saving me.”
She noticed the blue of his eyes cast light over their forms, over the branches, and over the leaves. His body stiffened.
“Look at me.” It was a demand, one that she really didn’t want to follow. She lifted away from his heat and looked at him anyway. His brows were furrowed.
“What?”
“Why are you thanking me?”
Norah felt the heat between her legs move up to her cheeks. She shook her head. “Because you’re here,” she whispered. “Because you saved me,” she repeated.
“You’re relieved, you mean. You’re thankful because you’re not alone. You’re sitting on my cock because of what?”
The poncho creaked as he shifted under her, lifting her up off of him. She missed the connection instantly.
“Because I want you.”
“Nobody wants a snake.” Stryker faded away as she watched him buckle his pants back up. “You didn’t need to fuck me to thank me,” disgust laced his voice.
Confusion clouded her mind. “That’s not why I had sex with you…” Norah moved off his lap until her butt hit the rough bark of the tree. “I would never do that.”Not like this. Not with you.The hot trails of his cum slipped out of her aching heat and covered her skin.
Stryker stood up and grabbed his rifle. He leaned over her, allowing the light of his eyes to illuminate their small space. Norah felt her confusion morph into anger.
The familiar, damning shrieks rose up in the dark.
Her eyes went wide as their argument tempered.Closer. Too close…
Norah turned around and reached for her clothes and stopped when a hand fell on her shoulder. The pleasure of the Cyborg’s heat returned. She shivered and winced.
“We need to move,” he said. The light of his eyes moved as he examined the darkness outside their shelter.
She slipped on her bra and reached into the pack for a cloth. “There’s something wrong with the shrieks.”
Stryker kneeled down and took the cloth from her hand. “I know.”
Norah watched as he dipped it into the purified water and pulled her legs apart. “What’re you doing?” She struggled to close them, not wanting him to see her after his misgivings. “Stop!”
He held her down, pinned, his arms and hands shackled over her skin. She could feel his seed all over her feminine parts and inner thighs. Stryker didn’t stop.
He cleaned her with embarrassing precision, the light of his eyes were lasers to her raw and open sex.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the universe.”
Norah struggled only to stop. “What?”
“Everything about you is a fantasy,” he murmured instead. “The moment I heard your distress call. It tugged at the half-human heart within me, it drew me like a lodestone. This,” he swiped the cloth through her folds. “This I want to strike out and bite.”
The horror of the creeping wails continued and it took everything Norah had to tamp down her fear and focus on the Cyborg cleaning her up. She saw the outline of his bulge under the armor of his pants, thick and unfulfilled. A blush danced over her cheeks.
“Is it really so dangerous to have your mask off?” Norah asked as she relaxed into his restraints. A moment later she felt the cool gel of medical salve being rubbed inside of her. A moan escaped her lips.
An ear-splitting scream brought her back.
Stryker continued unconcerned. “Yes. Every time I’ve taken my band off around people, aliens, animals for any length of time, something dies.”
