She’s small enough to be crushed by my hand.Far too small, and too young for the likes of him.
Cypher ran a hand over his face. How long had it been since he had a woman? Years? Decades even? It was sometime right after the war ended. Since then, he only had the urge to pump his dick a few times over the years, and it’d been more like maintenance than anything else. A release of seed his organics made, only to be replaced by fresh cum. Purging the lines, nothing more.
And he never looked at pictures of women while he did it, knowing the urgency that could be built if his bear went into a rut. He avoided women in general, even those on Ghost. Even Rose Cagley, Ghost’s treasured doctor.
It wasn’t worth it. Ruts were dangerous, and he was already an aggressor for his kind without it.
But here was a picture of a pretty, clean, female, unclaimed by another Cyborg, with a bright smile and hair he wanted to sniff. His cock urged him to grip it.
She wouldn’t be clean once he got through with her.
A crackle on his ship’s communication channel pricked his ears. Cypher cursed, forced his metal dick to recede, and shoved Vee’s images to the back of his mind. He wasn’t traveling the universe to fuck her. He was traveling to bring her down and fix the mess she made.
A voice sounded. “You’re leaving for a goddamned game?”
Breco.
Cypher sighed. “No.”
“Then what is Jayce fucking talking about? What is this shit on the network?”
“A security issue, Brickman. One I’m about to take care of. Do I have permission to leave? I’m going either way.”
Cypher heard something bang and break in the background.
“What’s Ghost going to do without you?” Breco asked.
“What it’s always done, I assume? All my shit will continue running while I’m gone, and whoever you put in charge will have access to Ghost’s servers and feeds. My AI is set up to listen to the council’s commands—if they’re reasonable. If they’re not, he’ll shut you guys out. Do I have permission or not?”
“This reeks of entrapment.”
Entrapment?
Cypher growled, growing impatient. “Well?”
“When are you coming back?”
Hell.“As soon as I take care of this. Fuck man, someone out there stole classified information— information about me—and posted for all to see on the network. I’ll be back as soon as that person is dead or silenced.” Vee’s image surged to the forefront of his mind. “No one gets away crossing one of us, especially not with me,” he warned, clenching his hand. “You’d do the same.”
“Fuck!”
“Don’t let the universe find our city in the meantime. I’d recommend a no Cyborgs policy while I’m gone. No one comes in or goes. Run dark.” Cypher angled his ship off port anyway, typing in coordinates for Earth. “They’re looking for us.”
“Get back here soon.”
Planning on it.
He ended the comm.
Cypher double-checked his supplies, his weapons, and his ship’s tech once more, making sure he had everything he needed for battle, gripping his laser pistol poised at his belt. Despite knowing he had more firearms and weapon attachments to his body stored in his cruiser than most Cyborgs did on a normal mission, nothing seemed to lessen the tension rampaging through him.
It doesn’t matter who ended up on the other side, he told himself. He ran his tongue across his teeth.
Go big, or go die.
He hadn’t had the taste of fresh blood in his mouth in ages.
The barriers lifted where his ship had been stored, pulling his eyes forward.
