Fuck that Cyborg.
“Don’t say his name,” he grumbled.
“Nightheart.”
He twisted to Vee and pulled her ponytail back, arching her head back and exposing her throat to him. Eyes flaring, he extended his jaw, opening his mouth, and pressed his teeth to her neck. “I will claim you right here out in the open where any one of my crew could see if you continue to goad me,” he warned.
“Then they’ll see me,” she breathed.
“I’ll rip out their eyes afterward.”
Having Vee being surrounded by men—built men—every day in a confined space like his ship had made him an even more paranoid and jealous ursine.
“I won’t continue to goad you, Captain Cypher,” she panted as his tongue slid across her throat. “For now.”
He released her with a light nip. “Good.”
Cypher stormed forward and walked out into the port.
“Cypher!”
He turned, and her wide eyes looked directly at his crotch. “You’re tented. You’re not going out in public like that, are you?”
He glanced down and shrugged. “Unless you want to take care of it for me real quick, I am.”
Vee stuck out her tongue. “I refuse. Show me Elyria. I’m not missing those waterfalls for Cyborg dick.” She stomped past him and followed the exit signs to leave the port.
Grinning, he stalked behind her.
A short time later, taking public transport, Vee held his hand tightly—like she normally did—as they made their way deeper into the neon city. They stood gazing out the glass-paned windows as the tropical hub whipped by.
Leaning down, Cypher pressed his nose into Vee’s hair.
He listened to her fluttering heart and her gasps of awe—between her constant stream of questions. They were the perfect distraction. That, and he had a surprise planned for her.
“I wish we had more than this afternoon here,” she said. “I want to see everything.”
“We’ll come back,” he promised.
“I can’t wait. Will we have time to pick up something for my parents?”
Vibrant green, steel chrome, clear glass, and bright blue skies passed them by.
“We’ll make time,” Cypher said.
“Thanks. Should I be worried about Hysterian?”
He tensed. “No,” he said after a moment’s thought. “Why?”
“Every Cyborg I’ve met so far has upended my life.” Vee met his gaze in the glass. “I’m kind of happy where I am right now.” She laughed. “I don’t want things to change.”
“Nothing will change,” he rasped. “Nothing.”
“Good.” She laughed some more. “That’s all I needed to hear. No more change. Screw change. The only change I like now is when you change your clothes and I get to see all your muscles.”
A heated rumble filled his throat as the skytrain came to a stop, entering under the bridge of two skyscrapers. Cypher pulled Vee after him as they disembarked. “This won’t take long.”
Hysterian’s IP and signal suffused Cypher’s senses. The other shifter Cyborg was near. Near enough that Cypher could smell the unique aroma of skin, hot metal, and tight-assed alpha anguish. It was a smell they all shared to some degree.
