“Where are you going to be?” she asked.
“Hooking up the new flats we just unpacked.” He said casually.
“Oh, okay. I just thought…you wanted to be with me.”
“You need rest, my female. The people in training need my supervision to complete this job,” he explained. “You will not get any rest if I stay with you while you are lying down.”
Mikki smiled at him and rested her hand on his massive chest. “Yes, you’re probably right.” She sighed. He was right, she was too tired to pursue the sparks they rubbed off each other. “I’ll see you later then.”
She went to bed and turned down the sheet and laid her body on the bed with a satisfied sigh.
Rax forced himself to turn and leave the room then stood outside the door willing his hardon to refrain before he left his flat.
Rax stayed up all night after he left Mikki working on the rest of the flats. He needed to keep busy, and he wanted to get the flats ready for the people still camping out in the empty section of the former industrial complex. He knew it was important to Calan who Rax considered his closest friend.
Calan had shared memories with him, so he understood what building this place meant to him. The psion genuinely cared about these people. Rax also knew the psion felt a certain amount of kinship with him because of the way he was conceived.
It was a kind of running joke between them that they were both conceived as part of a scientific experiment. Rax grew up with virtual loving parents, and Calan had real loving parents. His conception proved his father’s theory on psion factor, but Calan’s father felt the ramifications were too dangerous to their family to share.
The Tregans who had been seeking the psion factor would have failed to produce the psionic super soldiers with impenetrable mind shields. But someone could engineer a psionic cyborg if they knew how to isolate psi factor. They wouldn’t need genetically dominant psion factor to do it.
Rax considered if he had figured it out, so could the Tregans.
Rax returned to his flat well after sunrise to find Mikki in the kitchen sipping jern at the dining nook. He got a mug for himself and sat down across from her.
“You look rested. How do you feel?”
“Good. I feel good,” she said surfing the rim of her mug with her forefinger. I don’t know how he did it, but all the horrible stuff that happened in the last two years seems like it happened a long time ago just like he said.”
“He is a good man. Your friend is lucky to be his female.”
“I have to agree,” Mikki said. “She needs someone who can help her control and understand her abilities.”
Rax nodded and shifted in his seat. Just being in the same room with her made his trousers feel too tight. From her wry smile, he was sure Mikki knew it.
The silence between them thickened as they sipped their jern. Each was waiting for the other to make the first move, apprehensive that they would be rejected if they did. Then Rax found his courage as he caught the scent of her desire.
He raised his mug to his lips and drank down the remainder then got up from his chair letting Mikki see his arousal. He took two steps and stood beside her chair, holding out his hand to her. She took it and stood up, allowing Rax to pull her against his beautiful muscular body.
There was no use in denying she wanted him. Her nipples were taut, hard pebbles, and there was no way he couldn’t scent her desire as she was wet for him. He was her male, and she was his female. They were going to claim each other.
Mikki tilted her head back, offering her lips for his kiss. As their lips met, she opened her mouth to let him stake his claim when she staked hers. She held on tight wrapped in his arms. The kiss went on and on, and Rax slid his hands down to her ass and pressed his erection against her core.
They only stopped kissing long enough to shed their clothes in the kitchen. Mikki was wearing one of his T-shirts to sleep in. As soon as they were both naked, they came together, and he slid inside her. They both groaned in delight as their bodies melded together at last and Mikki wrapped her legs around him.
Every touch, every kiss, every thrust, was pure delight and pure relief. It was like coming home to where they belonged. As they clung to each other surging and retreating their spirits soared in the pure bliss of their union.
They reached the summit together with cries of triumph. He pulsed over and over inside her, and she contracted around him as they shuddered through the aftershocks of their climax together.
“Oh, oh, wow those little bots in your seed are phenomenal!” she gasped with each new wave of orgasmic contractions.
Rax kissed all over her face and neck and leaned her back over the dining table, nibbling and kissing his way down her chest. He took one hard tipped nipple into his mouth and sucked on it and then the other until she came again around his hard length.
Mikki gripped his upper arms and keened in ecstasy. Never had a man given so much attention to her pleasure. Rax carried her into the bedroom still joined and lowered them to their bed together.
“Now do you believe you are my female?” he asked softly as he stared into her sea green eyes.
“I do,” she whispered caressing his handsome face. “I knew I wanted you the day we met, but I couldn’t see how we could work until Calan put those bad memories to the back of my mind.” Mikki paused and smiled up at him. “I still feel like I am robbing the cradle. You look like such a sweet young thing.”
