Breaking the kiss, Reese glanced around the room and finally settled on the seat of a straight chair with her straddling his lap. He bore down on her hips, thrusting upward to meet her and Amaryllis groaned as she felt her body yielding reluctantly, clinging to his hard flesh.
A fine sheen of moisture broke from his pores. His muscles began to quiver with the effort of his restraint. Groaning, he lifted her up and thrust again. Sinking inside of her that time to the root of his cock, he went still, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, gasping hoarsely.
Amaryllis’ eyes drifted closed as she leaned her forehead against his, willing her body to adjust to the almost painfully tight intrusion of hard flesh. She opened her eyes again when she felt his palms along her cheeks.
“Amy,” he murmured huskily, brushing his lips lightly across hers before he covered her mouth and kissed her deeply. Her body quickened, clenching around his cock. Groaning, he tore his mouth from hers and began to move. Stroking his cock along the sensitive inner surfaces of her sex with each thrust and retreat, he lifted her hips upward, then pressed her down in counter to each hard thrust. With each stroke waves of electrifying, heated pleasure washed through her, building toward a crescendo. She clutched his shoulders, groaning almost incessantly as the tension built inside of her to a fever pitch, began to expand beyond containment.
His cock jerked as he reached his own crisis. Abruptly, ecstasy exploded inside of her, dragging a sharp cry from her throat. She buried her face against his neck, clutching him tightly as it rocked her with shock wave after shock wave of purest bliss as she felt his body erupt inside of her with his own culmination.
Every ounce of strength seemed to leave her. She collapsed weakly against him, gasping for breath, felt his arms surround her in a tight embrace as he struggled to regulate his own breathing. Warmth of a different sort filled her as he held her closely against his chest and began to stroke her back soothingly.
“I know you’re afraid and confused, but we are not as different as you imagine,” he murmured after he’d caught his breath. “And I would never allow harm to come to you.”
It took an effort to lift her head and look at him. “You know.”
“Yes.”
“Dante?”
He shook his head. “I always knew. From the very moment I first saw you I knew that only nature could produce something so wonderfully, uniquely beautiful. I knew I shouldn’t tear you from your own people, but I could no more resist doing so than I could self-terminate. I want you for my life mate. It’s why I brought you.”
Chapter Twelve
Awkward didn’t begin to describe Amaryllis’ feelings as she was thrust through the barracks door by the guard Reese had handed her over to when he’d bowed to her wish not to be seen returning her. However, it was only partly because she could feel dozens of interested gazes as she strode quickly through the barracks and into the latrine beyond. Most of it revolved around the things that Reese had said to her, her complete lack of self control, and her horror and confusion over the fact that she’d fucked both Reese and Dante with the same mindless enthusiasm and within a matter of days.
After all her internal wailing and breast beating over the fact that Dante had given no indication that the event between them was more than merely a desperate physical need.
Goosebumps erupted on her flesh as her mind instantly conjured images of her sitting astride Reese’s lap, his cock buried so deeply inside of her that she couldn’t think or feel beyond the exquisite pleasure of their joining. Before the image had even faded, the memory of her writhing in an agony of ecstasy beneath Dante arose within her mind’s eye and her sex throbbed in reaction.
She didn’t know how long she stood stock still, simply staring blindly at her own reflection in the mirror above the lavatory as if she’d never seen herself before, her mind a tumultuous wreck. Finally, physical discomfort penetrated her turmoil, however, and she looked down at herself. A sticky wetness had soaked her briefs.
Semen.
She reeked of sex and doubted anyone she’d passed had failed to notice even if they’d been too blind to see that her clothing was in disarray, her hair looked as if she’d been standing in a wind tunnel, her lips looked swollen and bruised and the skin of her neck and upper chest were reddened from Reese’s caresses.
“Jesus Christ and all the saints!” she muttered the curse she’d so often heard her father use, wondering if it was merely seminal fluids or if it was ‘loaded’.
She’d been too stunned by what had come afterward to give it any thought, but she realized now that Dante had ejaculated inside of her, as well—which was the reason, no doubt, that Reese had sent her into the shower, to wash the scent of Dante’s possession from her.
And if the meds had worn off that kept her libido in check—which seemed indisputable—then her birth control was no longer working either.
She brushed the thought aside. She couldn’t deal with that possibility at the moment. At any rate, regardless of what the cyborgs claimed, she simply couldn’t accept that they were capable of reproduction.
She’d idolized Reese, thought he was quite possibly the most magnificent representation of mankind ever born—and she supposed, even though now she knew he hadn’t been ‘born’ at all, subconsciously she still idolized him. Possibly that was why she was so susceptible to his attentions. But how could she possibly excuse her behavior with Dante? How could she excuse her complete break with the traditions of her upbringing by making love with both within so short a time—and there was no sense in trying to lie to herself about that. She might not know how either of them truly felt, but she knew herself. She wouldn’t have felt passion so keenly if she hadn’t felt more for both of them than mere lust.
She knew very well that no one on any of the ‘civilized’ worlds considered such archaic traditions worth a second thought. The idea of sex purely for recreation, and not as a part of a relationship, didn’t particularly bother her for that matter.
What bothered her was that she’d felt such passion when neither of them was human in the strictest sense of the word, regardless of the fact that they weren’t much, if any, more android than she was.
What disturbed her more, and totally confused her, was that she knew very well that it hadn’t been anything as simple as purely recreational sex … with either Dante or Reese.
But what worried her the most was that she was very much afraid that no amount of reasoning was going to make her any less susceptible if she found herself in a similar situation again.
She discovered the following day when they filed into the rec room that she’d been relegated to invisible again. She wasn’t particularly surprised. She wasn’t even deeply regretful considering the state Violet had put her in the day before. She was a little disappointed, though, that Cain didn’t make any attempt to approach her. It would’ve been nice to have someone to talk to occasionally even if she had to mind her tongue.
After weeks of travel, fear of discovery gave way to the misery of sheer boredom, which she missed when new anxieties reared their heads. Occasionally, she managed to get a deck of cards and play a few rounds of solitaire, but by and large she did nothing more than pace the room restlessly, as bored as she had been before they’d been allowed to spend a part of their days in the rec room.
The voyage began to seem interminable. She’d never taken such a prolonged space voyage and found it unnerving to think that the place where they were going was so distant from all that she knew. The possibility of escaping dimmed as time passed and was finally extinguished altogether.
