Seducing Stag (Cyborg Seduction Book 10) (7 page)

“I thought you said it couldn’t hurt any of us?” The youngest of the bunch backed up farther. “It looks pretty pissed.”

The one who seemed to be in charge pulled his stunner weapon and pointed it at Stag. “You’re programmed not to attack. Looks like it’s defective to me. I say self-defense, what about you guys?”

Stag glared at the Earther. “Discharge that weapon and you’ll set off alarms. Security will play the feeds to witness the event and they’ll see that you came after me. I’m expensive.” He glanced at the Earther’s uniform and curled his lip. “You’re support staff, not even military. They’ll toss you out an airlock for the money you’ll cost them to replace me. You and your two friends won’t survive to see the end of your shift.”

The Earther cursed and holstered his weapon. “Fuck you, skin droid! Get that thing. We’ll hurt it where it doesn’t show. No way am I letting this thing talk to me that way.”

Stag tensed, shifting his grip on the rod, as the men spaced out around him. They wouldn’t use weapons to set off the alarms, now that he’d reminded them of that safety feature. He couldn’t kill them, but he wasn’t about to allow them to cause him massive damage or death.

Two of them came at him. The fight was on.

* * * * *

Nala was grateful when Maze rushed into the room and came to help. He threw his body over Stag’s lower half, grabbed his arms, and tried to pin them down.

“What happened?”

“Hell if I know! I changed his bandages and then he started fighting. I tried to keep him down. I didn’t want him hitting his head if he fell off the bed or slammed into the wall.”

“Move.”

That wasn’t an easy thing to do. She had to wiggle a bit to get off Stag and out from under part of Maze.

The door opened again as she climbed off the bed, and Hellion entered. “What’s going on?”

“Get restraints,” Maze ordered. “I need my med kit outside the door, too.”

Hellion spun away but the door remained open. Nala stared at the corridor, tempted to flee.

It was a chance to escape—but where would she go? It was possible they had life pods on the ship. She had no idea the size of the vessel. Then again, if Stag had been telling her the truth, they were in the Pitch.

Stag yelled, the words not clear. She watched as Maze used more of his body to pin down the injured cyborg. Stag continued to fight whatever demons he saw in his sleep. She glanced at the door one last time, then rushed to the bed and gripped Stag’s ankles when he tried to use his knees to kick at Maze, the way he’d done to her before.

“I should have paralyzed his limbs,” Maze grunted.

It scared Nala that Stag wasn’t waking. “What’s wrong with him? Seizures?”

Stag jerked one of his legs out of her hold and nailed Maze in the back. She scooted to the side, waited for Stag to straighten his leg, then fell forward, using her entire body to hold them down. He still managed to lift her a few inches before dropping his legs back to the bed.

“I sedated him so he won’t wake. Sometimes our bodies will react to dreams because of our dependency on our cybernetics.”

“I thought you said they were down, drained, off…whatever.” Stag lifted her again with his legs and she clutched at the other side of the mattress, trying to keep him from tossing her off completely.

“That’s the problem.”

Someone grabbed Nala from behind. One arm slipped around her chest, the other around her hips, and she was lifted off Stag. She would have fallen from the fast motion, once she was put on her feet, but Hellion almost hugged her, stabilizing her balance.

He flashed a smile. “Stay back, beautiful Nala. I have this. You could become bruised, and that would break my heart. I’d kiss them though.”

Her mouth parted, astonished by the muscled cyborg, but Hellion turned away and grabbed one of Stag’s ankles. He had dumped fabric restraints on the end of the bed and quickly fastened Stag’s leg to the frame. He went to work quickly to restrain the other leg.

Nala backed up and watched as Maze and Hellion finished strapping Stag down. They tightened the restraints enough that he only had a few inches of movement. Maze had a rip in his sleeve, but otherwise looked okay. He opened the kit that Hellion must have carried in and yanked out an injector, programmed it, and pressed it against Stag’s neck.

Stag stilled fast. Shouts still came out of him and he tossed his head, his expression pained, but he wasn’t fighting anymore.

Maze turned and looked Nala over. “Did you sustain any damage?”

“I could check her over,” Hellion offered.

She glanced at the cyborg, to find him smiling. “I’m good.”

Maze cleared his throat. “Thank you, Hellion. You may go now. I have this under control.”

Hellion stepped closer to Nala. “You really should let me take a look at you. I’d be happy to view every inch of your body to search for bruises.”

“Hellion! Out. Now.” Maze’s tone deepened. “Flirt with her later.”

“Fine.” Hellion walked to the door but then stopped and turned. “Beautiful Nala? I would take orders from you. I’d do anything you asked.” He licked his lips. “Often. As much as you wanted. Stag may have been offended when you believed we were sex bots, but it would be a privilege to be yours.”

“Out!” Maze stepped between them.

The door sealed and Maze sighed, spun, and shook his head. “That one has emotional issues. I apologize.”

She recovered. “He’s, um, very friendly at least.”

Maze moved to his kit and bent. “That’s an interesting way to put it. He’s juvenile, and at times downright annoying. It’s no wonder the female ended their contract in record time.”

“Can you say that in a way that makes sense?”

He closed the kit and rose, gripping it. “Marriage contract. A female cyborg accepted him into her family unit, but ended it within days. He doesn’t do well in our society because of his flirtatious behavior. That’s why he was assigned to Stag. He’s got more patience than most others, and there are no females onboard.”

“A player cyborg, huh?”

Maze cocked his head, peering at her. “Ah. It took me a moment to grasp the term. Hellion is impulsive, and allows his feelings to control most of his actions. He didn’t flirt with other females when he was married, but she wasn’t comfortable with his open affection toward her. It unnerved her. Cyborgs are more reserved. Hellion is not. It’s considered a flaw.”

She glanced at Stag. His lips were clamped together tightly. “What’s going on with him? Is it a sign of brain damage?” That was her biggest fear.

“No. He’s dreaming. It can happen at times when a cyborg is injured and partially sedated. I’ve paralyzed him from the neck down.”

“Won’t that make him stop breathing or something? It sounds horrible.”

“No. He just can’t move around now. It won’t affect his organs. Can you tend to his shoulder?”

“He needs stitches.”

Maze shook his head. “It will heal enough that they aren’t required. We aren’t like you. It’s why we don’t use them in such minor injuries. I must return to Control. Call me if there’s another problem.”

He started to leave, but paused. “He can still feel pain, so be aware of that.”

“I’ll be careful not to hurt him.”

Maze left and she got the smaller med kit back on the bed, taking a seat next to Stag. He turned his head, muttered something, but seemed to calm a bit. She reached for the bandage on his shoulder. It was coated with blood near the bottom, which had been smeared over his skin. Maze probably would have to change his uniform. She figured it was probably bloody since he’d pressed Stag down with his body.

She got another wet cloth. Stag’s skin was firm but remarkably warm and velvety soft. “It’s just you and me again.” She began to clean him. “I’d hate to know whatever was just going through your head.”

It made her wonder just how bad a life he’d had while he’d been on Earth, if that was the cause of his nightmare. She paused, reached up, and caressed his cheek.

“Don’t make me feel bad for you. You’re starting to.”

Nala came awake when she heard a low growl. She was curled into a ball between the wall and where Stag had been restrained on his back. Hellion and Maze had stretched him out, his arms and legs spread, so she’d had little space to sleep.

She lifted her head and found Stag’s eyes open, the cyborg glaring at her.

“Do you know your name?”

“What have you done to me?”

She sat up, careful not to touch him. “What’s your name? Do you remember?”

“I’ll kill you, Nala.”

He knew hers. That was a great sign. His distrust of her remained too. “Oh good. And I thought you might have suffered brain damage. You’re still the same jerk. Woo-hoo.”

“What have you done to me?”

She climbed over him, carefully trying to avoid touching him as best as she could. “I didn’t put those restrains on you. Maze and Hellion did.” She rolled her shoulders and turned, staring down at him. “You were injured. Do you remember what happened?”

His eyes closed then opened. “The decoy worked but debris hit me.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant. “You were outside in a space suit. I didn’t get all the details except you had to be revived. You came back into the ship not breathing.”

He clenched his jaw. “My neck was broken? Was my spine severed?”

It sank in, the reason why he’d ask. Compassion hit fast and hard. “No. It’s just drugs. You’re fine.” She sat on the bed and put her hand on his chest. “See? Feel. It’s just drugs. They’re going to wear off and you can move everything once they do. The paralysis is temporary.”

He arched his head a little, glancing at the restraints. “I thought you did this. Let me go.”

“No ‘I’m sorry for threatening to kill you’, huh?”

He glowered at her.

“That’s what I figured. Did you think I attacked you while you slept and broke your neck?” She snorted. “You really are paranoid. How do you think I’d get access to restraints like these? Do you keep them stashed inside your quarters? Are you kinky, Stag?”

“Take them off right now. That’s an order.”

She twisted a little and got more comfortable on the edge of the bed, amused. “Or what? You’ll yell at me? What’s it like being the one tied down?” She lifted her hand off his chest and then used one finger to press against him. “You’re at the big bad Earther’s mercy. What do you think I’ll do?” She tapped him with her finger. “Kill you with my fingernail?”

“Take the restraints off, Nala.”

She grinned. “You can’t move anyway until those drugs wear off. Maze didn’t say how long they’d last. Are you ticklish?” She trailed her finger over his ribs at his side, using four of them, lightening her touch.

He sucked in a sharp breath and she froze, surprised. Gooseflesh rose along his skin and his nipples beaded into tight nubs. She met his gaze.

He lifted his head, the only thing he could probably do. Fury showed in his eyes.

It amused her. “You are!”

“Don’t touch me.”

“I’m not a droid,” she reminded him, enjoying it way too much that he was helpless. He deserved her torment a little after all he’d put her through. Karma was alive and well. “Ready to negotiate now, Stag? What are you willing to offer me if I don’t tickle the hell out of you until Maze comes to check on his grumpy patient?”

“Stop touching me and remove the restraints. Don’t make things worse for yourself, Nala.”

That killed her good mood. “Oh, you mean like finding out that at some point, when I do get off this ship, it’s only so I can be sold or whatever to some guy who will make me a sex slave? When were you going to drop that info on me?”

“You won’t be a slave. You’ll be assigned to a caretaker.”

“Owner. Caretaker. Whatever you want to call it. Same difference. He’ll still demand sex from me, right?”

He turned his head, seeming to concentrate on the door. She glanced at it, then him. “Are you trying to contact someone?”

He ignored her and closed his eyes. Frustration had him growling under his breath.

“Let me guess. Those electronics inside you can do that? The ones with a power drain right now?”

His eyes flew opened and he stared at her, looking surprised.

“Maze mentioned something about them having to recharge and it could take hours. Not working yet, huh?”

“Let me go, Nala.”

“I’ll take that as a no, they aren’t. It’s just you and me for a while.”

“You’ll pay for this.”

“What am I doing?” She lightly raked her fingernails over his skin, not hurting him. “I’m only touching you.”

“Stop.”

“Is there something wrong with this? I mean, some jerk is going to put his hands on me at some point, and he won’t care if I want him to or not. Why did you even bother to take me off the Pride? Do you get credits when you sell me? How much am I worth?”

“It’s not like that.”

“How is it?”

He pressed his lips together, making it clear he didn’t plan to answer.

It pissed her off, and she sat up. He was probably afraid she’d kill him if he told her how much he was going to gain.

She faced him more fully, openly admiring his body. He had a great one, and his color was back to normal. He seemed fully recovered from what had happened, except for the drugs still in his system. He’d be able to link with his computer and call for help once his implants recharged. At least, she was pretty sure he could.

She reached out and pressed her hand on his chest, caressing him. “Does it bother you to be touched?”

“Stop.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She leaned in, staring into his eyes. “You wanted to teach me what it’s like if someone treated me like an android.” She suddenly lifted up and straddled his body, bracing her legs on each side of his hips. “How about a little lesson for you?”

“What are you doing?”

She sat down so her ass rested on his pelvis and ran her hands over his chest, stroking from his shoulders down to his stomach. “Some asshole is going to touch me. I hopefully won’t be restrained at the time, so maybe I’ll be able to fight back, but you’re cyborgs. I won’t stand a chance of making him stop, will I? I know you’re at least five times stronger than other guys. Minimum. They made you that way, right? My dad told me that. This is the future I get to deal with—thanks to you.”

She suddenly leaned over and scooted down him a little more. His nipples were still erect. She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue over one, then blew air across the puckered flesh.

It hardened even more, responding. Stag cursed.

She ignored him and pressed her lips around him, licked again, and then gently sucked. She used the lower edge of her teeth to lightly rake across the beaded tip of his nipple.

His breathing increased rapidly. She heard it…felt it since her face was pressed against his chest.

She released his nipple, glanced up, and found him glaring at her.

It made her smile as she went for the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

The real surprise came when she felt him responding in other ways. Her pussy was pressed against his groin and his dick hardened. It wasn’t something she could miss, since he’d been designed to be big in that area.

Nala released his nipple and lifted up a little, looking down their bodies. Stag was definitely hard. The small shorts revealed the bulge. She lowered her body down again and snuggly molded them together as she met his gaze.

“I bet that pisses you off. Considering I’m an Earther.”

“It’s just a basic physical reaction.”

She laughed and sat up all the way. She tugged at her shirt, taking it off. His attention instantly fixed on her bared breasts. His cock twitched under her.

She placed the top next to her so she could grab it fast in case Maze returned. It would already be embarrassing to be caught tormenting Stag this way—but worth the risk to get a bit of revenge.

She reached up and cupped her breasts, massaging them. “How about if I play with myself, the way you did while I was lying next to you?”

He closed his eyes and turned his head. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to do beyond annoy me.”

“Is that what you call it when you get hard? Don’t watch then—but feel.”

She lowered down again and latched onto one of his nipples with her mouth, sucking. She rocked her hips too, rubbing against his cock. He grew harder, and she had to admit he wasn’t the only one having a physical reaction. It felt good to use the length of his shaft to stimulate her clit. Even with clothes between them, she grew wet fast, her pussy aching.

She lifted her head a little and stared at Stag. He kept his eyes closed but he’d bitten his lower lip, hard enough to turn it almost white. He’d probably cause himself to bleed if he didn’t ease up, but she knew why he did it. He was trying to stay quiet. She released his nipple and he stopped torturing his lip.

She wiggled down his body and placed kisses over his ribs. “How pissed would you be if I got you off, Stag? Would that mess you up? An Earther doing that to you?”

“Stop touching me, Nala. I’ll drop you off at any station you want and you can return to living with Earthers.”

“I don’t believe you. So much for cyborgs being honest.”

She slid down him more, had to straddle one of his legs since they were slightly spread apart, and placed her hand over his cock, still trapped inside his shorts. The material was silky. She rubbed the rigid length with her palm, then her fingertips along the tip of it.

His cock jerked. He was big and rock hard. She watched his face.

He opened his eyes and lifted his head. The look he gave her showed desire and anger at the same time. “I’ll make you regret this.”

“Newsflash, Stag. I partially already do.” She studied his body. “Why do you have to be so hot? Do us both a favor and just stop talking. You’re the first man I’ve touched in over six years.” She gripped the top of his shorts and tugged them down a few inches but they were trapped under his ass. “I might not have a choice later on of who I end up in bed with, but I do today. Tag—you’re it.”

It took both hands to wiggle his shorts down enough to free his cock. She lifted up, tapped the panel he kept his stuff in, and withdrew the bottle.

“What are you doing?”

She opened it and poured out lube. “You like to be touched. Like this?” She gripped him and gently squeezed, stroking his cock.

He threw his head back and hissed.

“Maybe like this?” She slowed the pace, sliding her hand low and avoiding the head, then stroking up and back down. “What feels better? My hand or yours?” She kept doing it, working him in that unhurried pace.

His stomach clenched, all the muscles bunching there. She froze. It had been a long time, but she still remembered some things.

“You’re already about to come, aren’t you?”

He lifted his head and the look in his eyes said it all. They were heavy-lidded and sultry. He looked like a man on the edge, and as if he’d kiss her if given the chance

She let go of his cock and crawled up him. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze lowered to her breasts and he licked his lips.

He could bite her. It was a real fear. She put one hand on his shoulder, careful of the injured one, and pressed her breasts against his chest. She kept just enough distance between their mouths to jerk back if he lunged forward.

“You turn me on too. And I hate it. I guess we have that in common.” She searched his eyes but she didn’t spot any anger in them at that moment. “I’m even willing to admit this little lesson backfired on me because I’m wet. I haven’t felt a man inside me in so long.”

His gaze darted to her mouth, then back to her eyes.

She licked her lips. “Truce?”

“What do you want? You have me at a disadvantage.” His voice came out really deep and husky.

Stag could be sinfully sexy when he wasn’t being an ass.

“You mean because you’re unable to move?”

“My implants are down. I can’t deaden my responses.”

“Physical ones?”

“Physical and emotional. Take off the restrains.”

That was more honest than she’d expected him to be. She used her free hand and reached up, caressing his cheek. He pressed his face against it instead of jerking away, seeking her touch. He wanted her too, and wasn’t denying it.

“Can I kiss you or are you going to hurt me?”

He glanced at her mouth again. “Do it.”

That wasn’t an answer, but she was willing to risk it. She closed her eyes and moved in closer, touched his lips with hers, and licked the one he’d previously abused with his teeth. He opened up to her and she deepened the kiss. It had been ages, but it came back to her as he stroked her tongue with his.

He moaned, and she did too. He tasted like wine. The ache between her legs became worse and she rubbed against his stomach where she straddled him. He was so tall. Their bodies didn’t line up right, and it frustrated her. She broke the kiss and found him watching her, passion easy to read in his blue eyes.