Free B Cubed #3 Borg by Jenna McCormick

to his cock. Thick as her wrist at the base and almost as long as her
forearm—the epitome of masculinity.
    She swallowed hard. Her hands clenched into
fists. Much to her surprise, she wanted to touch him, no matter how often she
told herself she was playing a dangerous game. He’d nearly lost it after a few
heated kisses and seeing her bare breasts. Would he be able to control
himself—and she couldn’t forget that beast that lurked inside him—if she needed
to stop?
    What about her future mate? She recalled what
Uncle Rand had said after he’d seen to her rapist. He’d looked her over with
disgust on his face and grumbled, “Pray the cyborg still wants you after this,
for we have nothing else to barter.”
    Those words hollowed her out like he’d plucked
her organs from her body.
    She didn’t know if Dayen would want her, but
Berrick definitely did. He wasn’t even trying to hide his physical response and
the look in his green eyes begged her to lay her hands on him.  Maybe because
she was he only woman he’d been able to touch pain-free. Her heart still hurt
from hearing his confession. Outwardly they couldn’t be more different, but he
understood what it was like to shy away from others, even as deep down, the
body craved physical contact. He accepted her ghosts because he carried his
own.
    Sage believed everything happened for a reason.
Some called it fate or predetermination but whatever term was used, she thought
that her being sequestered in this cave with this man at this exact moment in
her life was ordained. She was here with him for a reason. Maybe to relieve him
of his virginity and reclaim her sexuality.
    Whoa there, who said anything about sex?   He’d offered to let
her touch, to sate her curiosity, so why was she imagining using anything on
him but her hands?
    She looked him over again, her gaze hot and
hungry.
                That
body was made for sex and some cruel twist of fate denied him what should have
been his birthright. Sage could relate.
                So
why not take it back?
    “ Mein Schatzi , I can feel your eyes on
me.” He sat up. One hand wrapped around her ankle, gently massaged the calf
muscle and lulled her into complacence. There was nothing manipulative about it
though when he breathed a simple, “ Please .”
    “You’ll control yourself?” If that beast came
out while she was touching him, she’d die on the spot.
    His eyes showed only sincerity. “If you say
stop, I’ll stop, no matter what.”
    Decision made. Keeping the blanket wrapped
around her, she sank on the makeshift pallet next to him. He released his grip
on her leg and folded his arms behind him once more, biceps bulging enticingly.
    She started there, on the underside of his arm,
her gaze slipping back to his face. His skin was so smooth, his muscles more
unyielding than even the walls of the cave. He brought new meaning to the term
rock solid.
    From there her hands moved in to his chest. Running
her fingers through the springy dark hair that covered his pecks and trailed
down over an eight pack stomach, she reveled in the coarse texture. His back
arched as she scraped her thumbnail over a tightly puckered male nipple and he
begged her, “Do that again,”
    She repeated the gesture on the other nipple,
watching his lips part on a gasp. Green eyes fixed on her face and he hissed,
“Is that how you like to be touched?”
    She didn’t know how to answer, wasn’t sure that
she should give him any information about the best way to seduce her. This was
supposed to be about exploring him, not him touching her. Was she even ready
for that? Instead of replying, she bent her head to the nearest nipple and
circled it with her tongue. 
    He made an inarticulate sound and she lifted up
to ask, “Do you like that?”
    “Yes,” he panted and she felt his fingers slip
into her hair. The wet ends fell forward onto his chest but she was too
preoccupied with her work to pay much attention. The