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  So she stood, waiting. Nerves made her bite at her lower lip. Perhaps his words had been just that… words. Perhaps he hadn’t meant them at all. Hadn’t meant that part about keeping her.

  But before she could move, he did. His hulking figure filled the doorframe, his arms up and braced either side of the frame. The expression on his face made her heart turn over in her chest and then race away. It was a hard look, his features drawn tight and primal—heat in his eyes. She lifted her chin in silent challenge, refusing to be scared of this… of him. This was what she wanted. He was what she wanted.

  His gaze raked over her and she sucked a breath in, no longer in any doubt about whether he’d meant those words. Gone was the unemotional soldier, to be replaced by an alpha male looking at the woman he wanted… and intended to have.

  Fucking. He’d said fucking. This was not going to be some sweet hearts-and-flowers lovemaking. He was going to take her… a shiver worked down her spine. She couldn’t wait.

  Pushing off from the door, he stepped into the room with her. Not a word passed his lips as he backed her up, using his bigger body to corral her. Her breath escaped her lips in a small gasp as her back hit the wall. She suddenly realized that before he’d always been careful not to crowd her, not to loom over her or invade her personal space. But now he did all that and more.

  “You’re mine,” he rumbled, a second before he bent his head and claimed her lips.

  It wasn’t a sweet, exploratory kiss. The second after his lips covered hers, he pushed her back against the wall. His big, hard body surged against hers as his tongue parted her lips and then drove inside. She moaned in the back of her throat, clinging to his massive shoulders as a strong hand hooked behind her knee and dragged her leg up. Twisting his hips as he pulled her knee up, he got between her parted thighs and she started in surprise.

  He was huge, his cock pressing hard and heavy against the softness of her belly. Breaking from the kiss for a second, he whispered against her lips, “Having second thoughts yet, Doc? Because when I take you, you’re gonna take it all.”

  She almost whimpered in response, need and anticipation dampening her panties in a wet rush of liquid heat.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please…yes.”

  He stilled, pulled back a little to look into her eyes, surprise in his.

  “You are into this,” he murmured. “Into me.”

  “What do you think I’ve been trying to tell you?” she hissed and pulled him down for another kiss. This time she was the aggressor, challenging him for dominance of the kiss. Her hands drove into his hair as their embrace grew hot and open-mouthed—passionate kisses exchanged as he yanked her away from the wall so they could tumble onto the single bunk.

  She moaned at the feel of him over her, the solid strength of his body exciting her as he captured first one hand and then the other in his grip. Hauling them above her head, he held her a willing captive, looking down at her with heat in his eyes.

  “You got other clothes, right?” he demanded, the sound little more than a growl. She nodded, her voice lost somewhere between the excited anticipation rolling through her and the primal lust in his eyes.

  “Good. I want to see what’s mine.”

  His hand hooked into the neckline of her blouse and with a vicious yank, he tore it clean down the center. His gaze never left hers as her skirt received the same treatment, leaving her lying stretched out beneath him in just her underwear. He unclipped her bra, tantalizingly slowly. The straps snapped and the garment was thrown onto the floor behind him with the others.

  She bit her lip as he stroked his fingers down the center line of her body, between her breasts. As she sucked a breath in, her nipples beaded into tight nubs, begging for his attention, but he ignored them, sliding his fingertips across her quivering stomach.

  “You wanted this. Remember, Doc,” he murmured. “Wanted to be fucked by a metal man… fucked by me. You stayed. Remember that.”

  As he spoke, he curled his fingers in the sides of her panties and she let out a gasp as he tore them from her in one brutal movement, leaving her bare to his gaze. Tearing his eyes from hers, he looked down her body. She arched her back, the movement automatic, her hips rocking against the bed. Seeking… something.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered, his hand flat on her softly curved stomach. Before she’d have been nervous, certain that he was looking at the areas she’d never managed to tone up, or the slight jiggling of her thighs. But one look at his expression and all those fears fled.

  She bit her lip again, mangling the soft flesh between her teeth as his hand slid lower. He didn’t need to part her thighs with his knee, she was already opening up for him… but the brush of his combat pants against her naked inner thigh made her clench hard again.

  “I’m gonna make you come,” he murmured, sliding his hand down to stroke his fingers between her pussy lips. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”

  “You keep saying that,” she said on a moan, rocking her hips as he found her clit. “But I’m hearing a whole lot of talking and seeing very little action, soldier.”

  His lips quirked, the wicked look in his eyes giving her a split second warning before he parted her and thrust a finger deep into her needy pussy.

  “Hot, and wet… all for me.” His words were somewhere between a groan and a growl as his hand moved, digit lazily stroking within her as he pressed down on her clit with his thumb. “Come for me, Doc… come all over my hand and scream my name.”

  She rocked against him, the building pleasure coursing through her body too much for her to manage speech at the same time. He added a second finger and she whimpered. He stroked and teased until her moans filled the small bunkroom. Soft, feminine sounds of need as she moved with him, against him… silently urging him on with every rock of her hips.

  He leaned down and claimed her lips in a blazing hot kiss that seared right down to her soul. When he pulled back, he uttered Two words. A command.

  “Come. Now.”

  She would have laughed at him, at the idea he could just tell her to do something like that and she would. But then her release hit her hard and fast, rising up to take her under in one wave of shattering pleasure. Letting go of her hands, he pulled her closer, stroking her to elongate her release as she shivered and moaned in his arms.

  He moved over her before the tremors of her pleasure had fled her body. A quick motion and his combat trousers were shoved down to reveal the thick shaft between his thighs. His metal hand braced one side of her head, and he settled himself between her thighs reaching between them. He pressed the broad head of his cock against her and groaned as it slipped and skidded against her slick, wet flesh. Dropping his hips solved the problem and she whimpered, biting her lip at the sensation of him right where she needed him to be.

  “Mine,” he growled again and surged forward, filling her in one, hard fast thrust.

  Damn she was beautiful, stretched out naked on his bunk. Beautiful and perfect and his—all his. She felt amazing under him—her small, soft body so open…so inviting. And her pussy felt like a velvet glove tight around his shaft as she opened to take him in, to let him ride her hard…to fuck her as he had promised.

  “Drew…Drew!” she chanted his name like a prayer as she wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in, as though she was trying to get his cock even deeper inside her, as though she wanted every inch of him.

  Drew thrust into her, pulling out only to bury himself to the hilt again, giving her what she wanted…what they both needed so damn desperately.

  He held out as long as he could, but he’d been wanting her forever by that time. And she was so tight and hot and wet, gasping and begging beneath him, making those soft, helpless sounds as she raked her sharp little nails over his back.

  It was too damn much for a man to stand, but he gritted his teeth and tried to stand it. He wanted her to come again—come with him as he fucked her and filled her. But this time Claudia was calling the sh
ots.

  “Come in me,” she whispered breathlessly in his ear. “I know you want to. I can feel you swelling inside me—getting thicker and harder. Come in me, Drew. Fill me up.”

  Her words pushed him over the edge and with a low groan he pulled back and pressed his cock to the very end of her channel, wanting to fill her to the limit before he came. With a low groan that mingled with her moans, he felt himself swell and then he came so hard he saw fucking stars. Brilliant lights exploded behind his eyes as he crushed Claudia to him and pumped her full of his seed, claiming her in the most final and primal way possible.

  “Drew,” she whispered in his ear as he collapsed, panting on top of her—though he was careful not to crush her small frame with his metal bulk. “Oh, Drew…”

  “I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” he growled softly in her ear, stroking her sweat-damp hair back from her forehead and looking into her eyes. “From the first minute I saw you, Doc…Claudia.”

  She smiled. “You can call me either or both. I don’t care. I’ve wanted you for a long time too.”

  “And you’re sure this is really what you want?” Drew couldn’t help asking her one more time. He nodded down at himself, indicating the parts that were man and the parts that were metal. “This? Me?”

  “Forever,” she assured him. “Absolutely, positively sure.”

  “Damn, baby…” he buried his face in her neck, breathing in her fragrance and trying to wrap his head around the idea that she was his now—really and truly his. And he was never letting her go.

  They stayed like that for a long time, Claudia gently stroking her fingers through his hair and their breathing quieting together.

  At last Drew realized he must be really heavy on top of her, and he started to pull out and roll away. Even after coming so hard and so much, he was still semi-hard. Was it a byproduct of his new cybernetic systems or the fact that he hadn’t come in fucking months, ever since he’d been cyber-ized? Either way, it didn’t matter. He couldn’t just lie here on top of Claudia like this.

  But when he started to move, she wrapped her legs around him again and held on tight—keeping him inside her.

  “Not yet,” she whispered in his ear. “Don’t go yet, please, Drew. I’ve waited for you for so long. I want you so much.”

  Her soft words and the pleading look in her big gray eyes seemed to do things inside him. Drew felt himself stiffening again, growing hard inside the warm wetness of her soft little pussy.

  “You ready for round two, baby?” he murmured, kissing her gently. “Maybe something a little softer and slower this time?”

  “Mmmm, that sounds perfect.” She was practically purring like a cat under him, arching her spine and tilting her hips, welcoming him in again.

  Drew was more than happy to take her up on her offer. But this time, as he had promised, their love was softer and slower. He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes as he moved inside her, using long, slow, deep thrusts as though he was reaching for her heart with every stroke.

  In her touch, in her welcoming openness, he found more than just lust—more than a way to scratch his itch. In Claudia’s arms he found a kind of healing. It was almost as though she was drawing the wounded parts of him together as she took him in—healing the brokenness inside him that had been there so long Drew had nearly forgotten what it was to feel whole.

  “I love you,” he whispered as she shuddered to orgasm again, her inner walls clenching and trembling around his shaft. “Goddess, Claudia—I love you so damn much.”

  “Love you too, Drew,” she gasped and then she was pulling him close as she urged him to come again—to fill her and claim her and make her his forever.

  As he buried himself in her sweet wetness and felt the comfort of her arms wrapped around him, Drew knew he was no longer broken. The little doctor had healed not just his body, but his shattered soul.

  He didn’t know what the future held for him and his band of rogues, but he did know one thing—he loved Claudia Chambers with all his heart and he was never letting her go.

  Epilogue

  “All right, all done. You can look now.” Claudia’s voice was happy—she must be satisfied with the job she’d done on him.

  “Finally. Took long enough,” Drew grumbled but he wasn’t really upset. He turned his head and watched as the little doctor withdrew the drapes over his left arm to show him the result of her operation.

  “Well?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “What do you think?”

  “What do I think?”

  Drew surveyed the results of her surgery. From the elbow down he was no longer metal. Well, not completely metal, anyway. The cybernetic titanium alloy skeleton remained but there was flesh covering it now, making it look like he had a normal forearm and hand.

  “I think it looks fucking amazing!” he told Claudia, grinning at her. “And you say it’s more touch-sensitive? I won’t have to worry so much about hurting you?”

  “It should feel just like your right hand,” she promised him. “Here—let me turn your left arm sensors back on.” She reached behind his neck and fiddled with the CyBRG device, bringing his left arm, which she’d turned off during the surgery, back to life.

  A familiar feeling of pins and needles prickled through his fingertips, as though his hand had gone to sleep and was just waking up. Familiar—but from his past life, before the CyBRG device. Drew had never thought to feel that sensation again. His left hand had been hard and cold from the moment he’d woken as Unit 77. It had never occurred to him that could be changed.

  But Claudia had done it. His curvy little doctor was a fucking genius. She’d worked up a prosthetic for him over the past few weeks, growing the skin and muscle in the graft vats in her lab and coaxing it patiently to bond and adapt to a metal skeleton. She’d offered to do the entire arm but it would have taken weeks longer. Drew was content just to have a hand he could touch her with without fearing he might hurt her—a hand that could feel her softness and warmth when he stroked her skin.

  “This is fucking amazing,” he whispered as he touched his fingertips one by one to his thumb and felt the delicate sensations. “It really feels like a real organic hand!”

  “Glad you like it. Here, catch.”

  Claudia tossed something small and white to him and he caught it reflexively in the new left hand before looking down at it, nestled in his palm.

  “An egg?”

  “An unbroken egg,” she emphasized. “And I’m a lot tougher than a fragile little egg, soldier. If you can handle that, you can handle me.”

  Drew felt something swell in his heart and though he wasn’t usually an emotional guy, for a minute he had to swallow a lump in his throat. She must know how much this meant to him—how it made him feel like less of a monster and more of a man. He’d been learning to embrace the cyborg part of himself. All of the rogues in his company were. But it helped to know he wouldn’t hurt the woman he loved by accident. Helped a hell of a lot.

  “Baby,” he murmured roughly. Putting down the egg, he drew her to him, cupping her cheek in his new left hand and marveling at the warmth and softness of her skin. He wanted to touch her everywhere with this new hand of his—wanted to feel her full breasts filling his palms and trace the curves of her hips…

  But just as he was pulling her in for a passionate kiss, the sound of someone clearing their throat stopped him.

  “Captain?” Whoever it was sounded slightly uncomfortable, doubtless because they’d caught him and Claudia in the middle of an embrace.

  “Yeah, what is it?” Drew growled, irritated at the interruption.

  “Sorry but there’s a call on the Vid I think you’re going to want to take.”

  It was Rich, looking a hell of a lot better than he had. He’d finally healed completely and now he walked with a confident stride, head held high, broad shoulders thrown back, pale blue eyes glinting in the light of the med shack.

  “Call from whom? Somebody looking to
buy,” Drew demanded. They hadn’t gotten any outside calls since they’d moved back and taken over the base. A base where now he and his company of rogues and Claudia were the only occupants.

  Drew wondered if one of Pike’s buyers from the black market was calling. If so, they were going to be sorely disappointed. The cybernetic soldiers who had been programmed for loyalty to Pike—the soulless ones who had truly been brain dead when the CyBRG device was implanted in them—had been permanently deactivated and laid to rest on Drew’s orders.

  He wasn’t about to sell them as Pike had wanted to. They were nothing but cybernetically reanimated corpses. The very thought was obscene. So anyone who had been promised a big order of cyber soldiers was going to be upset.

  But Rich’s next words dispelled one worry—and raised another.

  “It’s not one of Pike’s buyers,” he said, his blue eyes troubled. “It’s Admiral Brock Pierce on the line—the head honcho himself.”

  “Pierce is top brass of the Space Corps,” Claudia said, frowning. “What does he want with us? Is he looking for Pike?”

  Rich shook his head and ran a hand through his shaggy, dark brown hair.

  “No, he already knew Pike was gone. He wants to speak directly to Drew.”

  “Wants to speak to me?” Drew frowned. “What the hell does he want? To court-martial me for killing Pike and taking over? He’ll have a hell of a time with that since he’s all the way back on Mars base and we’re out here in the fringe colonies.”

  “I don’t think it’s any kind of a disciplinary action.” Rich had a troubled look on his face as he spoke. “He said…he said he needs our help, Drew.”

  “Our help?” Drew shook his head. It was the last thing he would have expected. “What the fuck? What does he want our help with?”

  “It’s his daughter.” Rich looked more troubled than ever. “He says she’s been kidnapped by the Tr’Low Breeding Cult and he needs us to get her back.”