Free Mated with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol Page A

chance.
    Maybe Dale can take Mariska under his wing when I return to Cy-Ops.
    Dale with the broken nose could take Mariska under his wing. Kai would bash in his friend’s face. Panthera or no Panthera.
    “What did I say wrong?”
    “Nothing.” He leaned his forehead against hers, closed his eyes, and strove for calm. When he’d gotten a grip, he opened his eyes and then pulled her undershirt over her head. Her breasts were as he’d imagined: large, rose-tipped handfuls. He pressed them together then buried his face between the mounds.
    She giggled. “Your beard tickles.”
    He shifted and drew a nipple into his mouth. She stopped laughing and sucked in a breath. While he teased the buds to greater tautness, he hooked his thumbs into her briefs and drew them down. He slipped a hand between her thighs. Wetness coated his fingers as he massaged. She gave a little gasp. Against her breast, Kai smiled.
    Her hands closed around his cock. Gripped in her small but tight fist, heat surged.
    “Is this all right?” she asked.
    “More than all right.”
    She slid her hands the length of his erection, pumping the shaft. “In addition to receiving instruction in the home arts, women are taught how to please our mates sexually.” She squeezed and cupped his balls. “I haven’t mated, but I’ve been tutored in the process.”
    Sure Lamis-Odg were terrorists. But they weren’t all bad. Pleasure streaked through his body. He groaned. “Show me what else you’ve learned.”
    A sly smile crept across her face, transforming her to a sultry seductress. In this, she felt sure of herself. He loved her confidence more than anything. “Would you like to remain standing? Or would you care to recline?” she asked.
    “Maybe I’d better lie down.” He had a feeling she was going to transform his legs to rubber. He stretched out on the berth, and she crawled up beside him. Her face glowed. Holy crap, she was beautiful. The words to tell her so balanced on the tip of his tongue, but he held back for fear uttering them would disturb the promise of the moment. She would not react well to the compliment.
    Instead, he cupped her face with one hand and drew her close. Her hair draped around them as he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss which she returned with fervor. Hard nipples brushed his chest, and his groin tightened.
    Though innocent, Mariska was no shrinking flower, but had expressed herself with a boldness he would not have expected.
    With a slow hand, he explored the length of her back, appreciating her smooth skin, the dip of her waist, the tiny twin dimples above her buttocks. Her curvy ass. She dragged her mouth away from his and trailed kisses along his jaw to his ear. Warm breath teased as she nipped at his earlobe.
    He cupped her breast and rubbed the nipple with his thumb, and she moaned. “I’m supposed to be pleasuring you,” she murmured.
    “I’ve never been one to pay attention to supposed tos.” He tilted her face so he could stare into her eyes. “I’m more into mutual pleasure.”
    Their lips met, and their tongues danced a slow one before she broke off and kissed her way down his body. Silken hair and her caressing hands electrified every nerve. And when her steamy breath heated his groin, he braced himself.
    For all the good it did. She drew his cockhead into her wet mouth and white-hot sensation sizzled and snapped, lighting up his body like a supernova. She must have been a hell of a student because she sucked and licked his hard-on, from tip to base with the skill and finesse of a courtesan. She hummed, and the vibration shot into his abdomen.
    He’d assumed her tutoring had been lecture only. As she applied the right amount of suction to drive him insane, a disturbing idea assailed him. What if there had been practice sessions? Irrational jealousy surged. With great effort, he beat the green monster into a dark corner of his consciousness and locked it in. It rattled the cage.
    With a growl, he grabbed