MissionMenage (3 page)

“If you hadn’t incapacitated me, I would have protected her
as you programmed me to do.” The android stood still, his skullcap removed,
displaying an intricate pattern of electronic circuits.

“By protecting her, you would have jeopardized the mission
and eliminated your entire reason for being.” A spark zapped Vegas’ fingertip.

“Short-circuit me and I will also cease to be,” the android
joked.

Vegas paused. Footsteps fell in the corridor, small boots
stomping on hard surface.
His mate.
“Silence.” He shoved the android
into the storage closet, amidst a collection of primitive archery equipment and
a headless synthetic body. “And be still,” Vegas instructed, closing the door,
concealing the android.

The doors slid open and Vegas moved quickly, hugging the
wall. “What a day, Sexy,” Raylee sang out, her voice lilting in that way that
made his body harden and his pulse rate speed up. Kicking off her boots, she
pulled at the fastenings on her body-concealing flight suit. “Sexy?”

She turned her head, meeting his gaze, and her big brown
eyes widened. A squeak escaped her full kissable lips as Vegas grasped her
shoulders, flipping her petite form around, facing her toward the wall.

“What the fuck—” She struggled, and he stretched her arms
upward, pinning her.

“Shhh…” he murmured into the nape of her neck, brushing his
lips against her soft skin as he spoke. She smelled of chalk powder and
mechanical things, a cock-hardening scent that was all Raylee. “I have you.”

“You do.” She looked over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled
with excitement, not fear. “I’m liking your solution to my problem, Sexy.” She
wiggled her ass, rubbing against his groin, torturing his already primed body.

“I’m not Sexy.” Vegas curled his top lip in distaste at the
name she’d given his temporary replacement. He spread his feet between hers,
forcing her legs apart.

“I disagree.” Her husky voice sent shivers of lust down his
spine. “This is the sexiest you’ve ever been.” She arched her back, tilting her
ass upward in an invitation he had no willpower to refuse.

Fuck taking it slowly.
He needed her now. “That’s
because I’m a man, not an android.” Wrapping one hand around both of her
fragile wrists, holding her in place, he parted her flight suit using his freed
hand. “There’s nothing I can’t do and there’s nothing I won’t do.

“With this first fuck, I’m going to take you, Raylee, hard
and rough, the way you’ve been craving.” He stroked inside her androgynous
clothing, skimming his fingertips over the hollow between her breasts.
Soft.
Female. His
.
He leaned farther into her, needing more contact, more
touch. “I know you want it like that, my cock slamming into your pussy over and
over, driving into you so deep you’ll feel me all over.” She shuddered, the
musk from her pussy tantalizing his nostrils.

“Yes, today, I’m going to show you what a real man can do.”
He cupped one of her breasts, her gentle curves fitting against his palm the
way he knew they would. “I’ll make you mine and you’ll never want another.” He
nudged the cap off her head with his chin, her brown curls spilling down her
shoulders. It was sinfully soft, the softest substance he’d ever touched in all
of his rough life, and he buried his face in the tresses, inhaling her clean
womanly scent.

“Sexy,” she moaned, her ass swaying back and forth, back and
forth, like the flicking of a cat shifter’s tail, the brush of her body
straining his control.

“Vegas,” he corrected, his voice choked with desire. “Call
me Vegas.”

“Vegas.” His name dripped off her lips like liquid sex. “I
need to touch you.”

“Later, not now.” If she touched him, he’d come, his balls
drawing up close to his body, ready to explode.

“Until I tell you otherwise, your hands stay on the wall.”
He gently unfolded her curled fingers, flattening them, and placed her hands
high above her head.

“Move them and I’ll stop.” He covered her form with his,
pressing the ridge in his pants between her fabric-covered ass cheeks. She
breathed heavily, her excitement adding to his.

“You don’t want me to stop, Raylee.” He caught her right
earlobe between his teeth and pulled. She trembled. “I promise you.”

“Oh, yes.” She made a low needy sound and every muscle in his
body tensed.

“Yes.” He ripped away the baggy flight suit to reveal the
stunning woman beneath. Raylee twitched but didn’t move her hands, obeying his
command, trusting him. “My woman.” Vegas dragged his lips over her shoulders,
down her spine, tasting her salty skin, feeding on his mate. “My reward.” He
greedily cupped and squeezed her breasts with both of his hands, pinching her
dusky nipples between his fingers.

She moaned, the sound sweeping over his skin like the
gentlest caress. “I’ve wanted you to do that for so long.”

“I know.” He’d thought he’d known everything about her yet
the surveillance feed hadn’t captured the full extent of her beauty or prepared
him for how he’d feel when he touched her.

“Your android couldn’t hurt you like I can, Raylee.” Vegas
glided his palm down over her slightly rounded stomach to her hairless mound,
claiming her with his hands. “With desire.” She responded unreservedly to his
touch, her flesh warming. “With reverence.” He slid his finger between her
folds, her pussy slick with moisture, ready for the cock straining against his
pants. “With love.”

Vegas tugged off his shirt and unfastened his pants, yanking
them down, the cool recycled air hitting his heated flesh. “I’ve waited so long
for this.” Bending his knees to adjust to her shorter height, he pushed
forward, his cock cradled between her ass cheeks, his tip bumping up against
her spine.
Home.

“Vegas,” she gasped, waving her ass like a fuck-me flag. The
mental ropes securing his lust snapped one by one.

“Be still,” he growled, stroking her wetness with his index
finger. “Or I’ll ram my cock right into this sweet pussy.” He pushed his finger
deep inside her hot, tight channel. “And fuck you until you scream my name.”

“God, S…s…Vegas, I need that so badly.” Her pussy clamped
down hard on his finger.

Fuck!
He clenched his jaw to keep from coming.

“Vegas?”

He took a deep breath. “Tonight isn’t about what you need,
Raylee.” He crooked his finger inside her, caressing her pussy walls and
drawing more sweet cream from her body. “It is about what I need from you.” He
pumped her, determined to give her satisfaction before taking his.

“You’ve had your android cock to satisfy you. All I’ve had
was my hand.” She moaned at his confession and he sucked on her neck, feeling
the vibrations against his lips. “This hand.”

He added a finger, stretching her.
So tight.
“The
hand I’m going to cover with your pussy juices.” He finger-fucked her while
rubbing his cock against her ass, the contact relieving some of his strain. “I
want my skin to smell of you, so when I’m alone with only my hand for company,
I’ll breathe in your scent while I fuck myself.”

She panted, her lips parted, her pussy so wet rivulets of
moisture dripped down his arm, and his control stretched to the breaking point.

“I’m bigger than your android.” Vegas positioned his cock
head at her entrance and her tantalizing heat reached out to him. “But you’ll
take me.”

He eased into her, his eyes rolling back in his head at the
euphoria of their joining. Her hands slid down the wall, her body slanting
toward him, allowing Vegas to achieve his goal, to bury himself inside his
mate, his woman, his future. “All of me.”

“Vegas.” Her whimper held more desire than distress, laden
with the emotion he also felt, yet couldn’t express.

“Can you feel me inside you, Raylee, big and hard and
wanting you?” He brushed her delicate shell of an ear with his lips, his shaft
embraced by her pussy. She swallowed, nodding her head. “Do you want me to fuck
you now?”

“Yes, oh yes,” she cried out her agreement as he moved,
gripping her hips in his hands, pulling her back into him while he surged
forward, driving into her pussy with unrelenting force until skin slapped
against skin and his grunts drowned out her sounds of passion.

They fucked fiercely, primitively, forging a soul-sucking
connection between them, the bond stronger for the years of training and
loneliness and sacrifice. “Fuck, Raylee.” Vegas wrapped one muscled arm around
her, as he rode her. “I’m never letting you go.” He ravaged her with unrelenting
focus, rocking her curves against the hard wall.

“Never. Never,” he chanted over and over until she sang the
same refrain, their voices as one, their bodies entwined, heaving, hurling
toward mutual satisfaction.

“Vegas!” she screamed, flying upward against him, her pussy
vibrating around his cock, coating his shaft with a hot wave of cream.

“Raylee!” He propelled forward, coming hard, shooting his
seed deep inside her in a release so glorious, for a moment his heart stopped
beating and time stood still.

“Raylee.” He draped over her, covering her bare back, her
thighs trembling against his. “You are mine.” Vegas rested, laying his cheek
upon a pillow of her soft hair, her scent around him, his cock inside her
pussy. He listened to the sound of their breathing, ragged at first, leveling
to an even flow, and it calmed him, bringing his soul a peace he’d never before
known.

His strength returned and he straightened, pulling up his
pants, not bothering to fasten them, as he would take her again and again and
again. “You are mine,” he repeated, gathering her up into his arms, and he
carried her to the bed, their bed.

* * * * *

He
had
to be her companion android. Raylee stared at
Vegas’ severe profile. He looked like Sexy, except he had a scar on his
determined chin. She touched the thin slice of puckered skin and his lips
curled into a satisfied smile.

“I want you again.” He flipped her onto her back, bracing
his big body with his arms. His hard cock pressed against her thigh. She was
gloriously surrounded by muscles and man and a tremor of excitement ran through
her.

“You can’t want me.” She tilted her head as he nibbled down
her neck, offering more flesh to his hot mouth. The cabin smelled of sex and
his spicy musk. She inhaled, savoring the unique blend. “You’re an android.”

“I’m a man, Raylee, your man.” He brushed his cheek against
hers, his skin rough and covered with short, coarse hair.
What the fuck?
Her android had stubble? She dragged her blunt fingernails over his jaw. “I’ve
wanted you for years.” He flicked her ear with his tongue and she trembled.
“And now I will have you.”

Her pussy moistened at his declaration. “Can I touch you
this time?” Raylee ran her hands over his broad shoulders, enjoying the play of
muscles under tanned skin. His body was Sexy’s perfection, every inch of him
honed and refined.

“Yes.” Vegas eased into her and she angled her hips to take
all of his long, thick shaft, her pussy wet from his touching and the remnants
of his last release, the scent of his cum hanging heavy in the air.

Sexy had installed significant modifications without her
authorization. Raylee frowned. She
had
told him she wanted something
different.

“Raylee.” Vegas’ gaze met hers, his blue eyes darkened with
desire. “You can make all the faces you want. I’m still going to fuck you.” He
pumped into her leisurely and she rocked with him, her legs bent, cradling his
hips, deepening their connection, her concerns forgotten. “I know what you
need, love, and one of those needs is my cock in your pussy.”

“Yes.” She clutched his shoulders, his skin covered with an
exciting, wet, warm sheen.
Arousing. Different.
“And what else do I
need?”

Raylee looked up at a visage dark with emotions Sexy had
never displayed.
What new circuits sparked inside that handsome head?
She swirled circles into his muscles with her thumbs.

Vegas didn’t reply, flattening his mouth over hers, grinding
lips on lips, prodding, prodding, prodding until she opened for him. He didn’t
kiss. He invaded, conquering her mouth, subduing her tongue, demanding her
surrender. Her modified android tasted of coffee and spice and man, not
synthetic mint paired with plastic, and Raylee feasted upon him hungrily,
moaning into his mouth.

He fucked her with a thrilling ferocity, driving her into
the bed again and again. Animal noises rumbled from his chest.
God, he was a
beast.
Raylee squeezed Vegas’ firm ass cheeks and he jerked, his
concentration broken and his rhythm disrupted.

“Fuck, Raylee. You make me hot,” he growled, his voice deep
and low and taut with a sexual tension Sexy had never revealed. “Slap my ass
with your soft little hands.”

“Yes.” Raylee patted his tanned flesh, her touch light and
hesitant, her fingers shaking with exhilaration.

“Harder,” Vegas barked like a Federation drill sergeant, his
command thrillingly dominant and demanding. “I want my ass red. Mark me with
your hands.” His words cut through the silence. Her nipples tightened to
painfully taut peaks. “Make me yours.”

“You
are
mine.” Raylee slapped his ass hard, her palm
stinging, the sound and feel of power intoxicating. He roared with
satisfaction, fucking her with renewed vigor. “You’re mine, all mine.” She
whacked him again and again, urging him onward, deeper, further into her.

Her arms tired and she smacked him with her heels, digging
her feet into his ass as he rode her, laboring over her, his torso glistening
with his efforts. Her passion swirled faster and faster, tighter and tighter
around him. “Vegas,” she begged, not knowing what for.

He knew, licking down her neck, over her right breast,
suckling hard, priming her body before nipping at her nipple. The pain was
sharp and sensual and exquisite and she screamed, pushing upward into him with
all her might, trying to dislodge him and draw him into her at the same time.