Marking and fucking and scavenging everything he set his eyes on.
Gunner was banned from governmental protected areas even though he worked the same job as Dommik. Stryker took his loads to port for an additional fee. It was a win-win situation for the people they work for, they didn’t have to deal with Gunner and Gunner got to keep his job and remain in the shadows.
“Roaches?” she asked, as her hands came out and untied her hood.
Of all the things she could have asked him. The invasion into his personal life, his quirks and freaks were no one’s business but his own. Dommik kept ahold of his restraint despite the anger burning through his veins while the animalistic part of him vibrated from within. Gunner had a way of making everything more complicated.
Dommik never wanted another human on his ship, had made sure he took every measure to garner the trust of the government and the EPED and now they demanded more than he wanted to give.
Her hair came free as the hood dropped around her neck.
He took a step toward her. His control splintered. He imagined her in nothing but his jacket, naked and shivering underneath as he slowly unzipped it from her body. Revealing her to his eyes, his hands, and his dick, inch by inch.
The metal plates in his body began to shift. The thing that made him something else. Something different. Dommik stopped, watching the girl’s eyes grow wide, a wince of fear and the silence that follows when all one’s air is exhaled from their lungs.
She checked him over. He stood up straighter. Kat shuffled in her chair.
The smell of her arousal hit him like a jackhammer and all thoughts of Gunner fell away. His nostrils flared.
He had scented it before with utter confusion, with the wind at his back, drifting the perfume away from him. Now he didn’t have the breeze and the snowdrifts to escape too. He only had his control. The smell grew stronger under his stare, his eyes locked at the covered crux of her sex. Her body adjusted, readying itself for his invasion, his cock jerked in response.
She wants me.Dommik burned and tempered.
“Do you like them?” he asked her, his lips flattening. He would ensure her disgust replaced the dew between her thighs. The truth often did that.
“Does anyone like them?” Kat made a face. “They carry disease and they infest. They’re resilient against most methods of pesticides.” She tugged the long sleeves of his jacket up her arms. Dommik clenched his fists. “And they’re impossible to get rid of. Why? Does this have something to do with the man on the console?”
“It has nothing to do with him,” he shot out. Why bring him up? Was her arousal brought on by his guns? Had he misread her attraction? “Hope, Katalina, you never encounter him again. He would have you on your knees and no other way.”
“He said he was a co-worker. Who is he and how did he freeze your systems?” She tried his patience. But they helped restrain his ardor. Dommik walked to the door, knowing Kat would follow him. He kept his pace slow so she stayed near.
If she wants to know about the roaches, I’ll show her the roaches.
They ended up at one of the many sealed doors around the large room. Each door held its own secret and those secrets now slept during the work shifts and now only got air time at night.
He looked back at Kat. “He has nothing to do with you but if you are so desperate to learn more, I’ll invite him over for dinner,” he snarled.
Her lips twitched. “Let me guess? I’ll be the food?” She let out a soft laugh. “Boy, would he regret eating me.” Something shifted in her voice and her brief mirth was replaced with sadness. “Invite him over for dinner, we’ll see who has the last laugh. Do Cyborgs eat?”
Dommik typed in a code and the door shot open. He stood in the doorway and challenged her to go through.
“We do eat.”
The light turned on and hundreds of creatures scurried about in confusion.
Her reaction was exactly what he had anticipated, down to the parted lips and hushed inhale of breath. She glanced at him then glanced back at the white room. Sterile and utilitarian with smaller glass enclosures throughout.Smaller cages. They did the same thing as the large ones but for an entirely different purpose. The girl walked past him, her arm brushed against his stomach and entered his ‘hobby’ room.
Kat spun toward him as the door closed at his back, green eyes that cut through his, wide and shocked. “You EAT roaches?”
Dommik let out a laugh. “No.”
“Thank god.”
The smell of her arousal was gone, filtered out through the sterilization system, and it wasn’t replaced. He felt its loss but it warred with his goal to keep her cold.
Why take what she would regret giving?He leaned against the closed door and watched as she tip-toed through the chamber.
When she made her first circlet around the room and passed him by without looking his way, he asked, “What do you think of my pets?” He rubbed his mouth, waiting for her answer. And it wasn’t because he asked her a question...but because he cared. The bugs were contained but they still created a festering image within their capsules. There were countless now within the cases and they belonged to him, not the EPED, but him.
