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Cypher stretched out his limbs, disliking the tight mesh that covered his body from head to toe. Vee insisted he join her in Terraform Zero, and he finally relented, especially when she changed into her skin-tight suit in front of him.
He hadn’t initially wanted to—what he wanted most was to go after those who were after Vee—but seeing her excitement at the request and the hope in her eyes changed his mind.
The same excitement she had when she first saw the rig room.It continued to anger him that Nightheart had a leg up on him when it came to Vee’s happiness.
He tensed at the possibility that if Nightheart wanted her, would he be able to take her away from him? Would she go with the other Cyborg if she had a choice?
If Nightheart tried…
Cypher would make do on his promise and kill the bastard. Fuck, he’d kill a lot more than just Nightheart if anything got in his way now. He’d tear the motherfucker limb from limb and scatter Nightheart’s metal frame from one end of the universe to the other. Anything leftover, Cypher would ship to the aliens to do with what they pleased. Total annihilation.
She’s in my fucking cave.His bear rumbled internally as he eyed her repositioning her chair outside her rig. It would take an army to get her away from him now.
I’m not a good man.
He wanted to rip a hole in her suit and take her again. He wanted to spread her legs and fill her with his seed. He wanted to claim her like the dozens of times he already had. It was never enough, and he was afraid it would never be enough.
The plates inside readied to shift.
I should’ve stayed within Ghost.If he had, none of this aggression would be plaguing him right now.But then…if I had, Vee wouldn’t have someone to look out for her.
He also didn’t want her to know that hundreds of people had gathered outside the spaceport to demand his arrest, or that the media had spun her sponsorship contract as being dropped by the EPED for‘insubordination’and‘bad publicity.’She’d barely logged into her media account since he turned it back on, and keeping her distracted—keepingbothof them distracted—was in their best interest.
He turned away and moved his chair outside his rig setup as well. Every day he prayed—prayed!—for his rut to end. Perhaps once it did, he’d have full control over his mind again and could get back to business.
A bear’s rut was supposed to produce offspring, but he had no intention of impregnating Vee. Not right now, at least. Perhaps that’s why his rut continued and grew worse with each passing day.
But fucking her to oblivion wouldn’t help either one of them.
“You’ll need to log into your personal IP and network and make an account. Afterward, I’ll send you an invite to join my team,” Vee chirped, having no idea about the chaos going on a short distance away from her. She began to attach the straps of the rig to her suit.
The smell of sex still lingered in the room. He’d lathered her with ointment and healed her each time after he took her—and he’d taken her as often as he could, hoping it would be the last he’d need to do so. But the need remained unending. The swell of her butt and the curves of her petite body made his hands twitch to play.
Even during wartime, amid battle rage, he’d been able to numb himself out to a point. He couldn’t now. Something inside him was against it to the core of his being.
“All right,” he said, barely keeping the want from his voice. He tied back his hair and shoved on his visor. He completed the account process in less than a minute and found her tag, Vee_Miles. He shot her a request. “Cypher_Cyborg,” he muttered.
Creativity wasn’t part of his makeup.
Vee’s invite came immediately, and within moments, her profile, her life’s work flooded the virtual space all around him.
Planets swirled, bright and beautiful, all different. When he focused on one, lists of stats came up belonging to them. This virtual space was nothing like seeding into the network’s systems that he and his brethren could do. No, this was beautiful, another dimension entirely.
Vee popped up beside him, and her avatar, which looked nearly the same as how she looked in person except for one change, stunned him. Her vibrant red hair had burning embers along her strands. It was how he imagined it in his fantasies—truly on fire. He reached out and touched it, surprised there was sensation—silk and heat—coming from the glove of his suit.
Undeterred, Vee slipped away. He tried to catch her, but she fell through his grip this time.
A surge of anxiety tore through him.
“These are my planets,” she said, once again not noticing his turmoil. “Some I’ve completed with success, some are from competitions that I’ve retired, and the few dozen in the back are ones I’ve failed, and sometimes failed again in trying to colonize without mass death.” She chuckled.
His hand slipped through her again. “Why can’t I touch you now?”
“I told my suit to dematerialize. It scans and senses what you’re thinking—if it knows you well enough. And these suits”—she spun around—“are amazing! I’ve never worn something so accurate and sensitive.”
Cypher dropped his hand. “Right. Can I fuck you in them?”
