Free Force Me - Death By Sex by Marteeka Karland, Shara Azod

 
     
     
     
    Death by Sex
     
    "You're about to die," the deep, gravelly voice rumbled next to her ear. "But don't worry. You'll be fine."
     
    Mia didn't have time to protest before there was a sharp, ripping pain at the junction of her neck and shoulder as the cyborg pierced her neck with his teeth. She'd been hunting the one called Draven, but, apparently, he had proven himself to be a better hunter than she. Mia struggled wildly—or tried to. Draven held her fast in his unbreakable grip. The corridor spun as she fought for consciousness, but to no avail. Just before she passed out, she was aware of Draven ripping her armor from her body to leave her naked and quite vulnerable. One of his big, gloved hands closed over one breast, and she was fairly certain she heard him groan...
     
    The lights slowly faded, leaving only the sound of his voice echoing in her mind.
     
    ***
     
    Mia awoke to a screaming orgasm. She was naked, tied spread-eagle to the softest bed imaginable with a man's head buried between her legs, feasting. She knew it was a man by the deep sound of his growls and grunts of appreciation. Besides, no woman's mouth could possibly feel that good, that strong, that demanding. She'd had sex with women before, enjoyed it even, but there was just something about a man that set him apart during oral sex. Just now, though, she didn't much care what the difference was, only that he didn't stop.
     
    Her screams continued long after she normally would have been able to sustain an orgasm. She couldn't seem to stop! Her body seemed to be in one continuous eruption of pleasure. But there was something missing. She needed...more.
     
    "Oh, gods! What's happening to me?"
     
    "Mmm." His voice rumbled through her cunt, settling on her clit, which caused more pleasure to course through her body. Mia arched off the bed as much as she could, crying out at the top of her lungs. "I'm waking you. Readying you for my body."
     
    Draven. Gods above, Draven had her! And, gods, he'd bit her. That meant that billions of nanomytes were in her bloodstream, making her his bloodthrall.
     
    "NO!" She tried to close her legs, but his body was too damned big, and he was too damned strong. Besides, she was held fast by the restrictor cuffs at her wrists and ankles. She couldn't move.
     
    "It's a little late for that, my lovely," he chuckled. "The nanomytes are already working on your system. You've probably already completed the conversion. You need me as much as I need you.”
     
    Panic ate a gaping hole in Mia's gut. She was a cyborg hunter. Her job was to track down the rogues and bring them back for reprogramming. She absolutely could not be one's bloodthrall!
     
    Before she could protest, however, he gave her clit a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue, never breaking eye contact with her. Oh, man, she was so gone! Sex had always been a pleasurable pastime, but this... This was more than mere sex. This was a soul-shattering experience that would brand her for the rest of her life. It was as if her whole body cried out for him, and no one or nothing else would do.
     
    Her body shuddering in mind-numbing pleasure, Mia screamed over and over. Somewhere deep inside, she looked at herself with shock, even horror. She was not only a willing participant, she craved him. By not fighting him, she was giving herself over to him. Once he took her body, she'd be forever in thrall to him and his needs. It would be impossible for her to leave him, impossible to resist him.
     
    Over and over, Dravin stabbed his tongue into her opening, laving her insides as much as he could reach, tickling her clit with the stubble on his upper lip as well as his tongue. Mia knew she welcomed him with her intimate moisture, but there was absolutely no way she could stop it. No one had ever given her this much pleasure. And he'd only touched her with his tongue.
     
    "That's it, my little hunter. Let yourself go." His voice was warm and gruff. Just the