Cyborg Nation Kaitlyn O'Connor (books to get back into reading TXT) 📖

growled, shooting up from the table. “Tell me you did not go in there and allow her to interrogate you, you cock sucking son-of-a-bitch!”

Gabriel shot to his feet, as well. “I was not sucking cock. I got my cock sucked!” he snapped goadingly.

“He spilled his guts,” Jerico growled in disgust. “I can see it on his face! Are you going to take him into the hold and beat the shit out of him? Or do you want me to?”

“I will take you both!” Gabriel snarled, stalking over to the hatch and snatching it open. Before he could straighten, Gideon planted his foot on his ass and gave him a shove. He managed to catch one of the rungs on the way down.

Gideon slammed the hatch and bolted it.

“Now what?” Jerico growled.

“I am all out of ideas,” Gideon snarled, stalking back to the table and dropping onto the bench he’d just vacated.

Gabriel began beating on the hatch door.

“At ease, soldier,” Gideon bellowed, “or I will come down there and break your fucking neck!”

Apparently Gabriel decided it would be best to stew in the hold for a while. He stopped beating on the hatch door. “I think we can safely assume he told her everything,” Gideon ground out. “That is why she came out and beat me with her book.”

“She tried to bite me,” Jerico added. “She is angry with both of us … very angry.”

“Because Gabriel could not keep his mouth shut!” Gideon snarled, getting to his feet and beginning to pace. Discovering after a few minutes that he was biting his nails, he stopped abruptly, stared at his hand in horror for several moments and finally settled at the table again. “This is wrecking my nerves,” he muttered, spearing his fingers through his hair as he propped his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands.

Jerico cleared his throat uncomfortably. After a good bit of rattling of containers, he finally assembled the food and tossed two of the meals into the cooking unit. “Do you think that what she did with Gabriel means that she favors him?”

Gideon looked up at him, his face slowly growing taut with anger. “Do you?”

Jerico shrugged, then frowned as he thought it over. “I wonder what it was like,” he finally said moodily. “I will say this for Gabriel—he is far braver than I. I would not have allowed her to put her mouth on me. She is too ready to bite.”

Gideon gave him a look. “You would do the same thing he did. You would risk it if she offered.” He paused. “I would, and she already bit my finger.”

* * * *

The first thing Bronte became aware of as she drifted toward consciousness was burgeoning arousal and a shivery, all-pervading, tingling tension. Warmth drifted through her, curled low in her belly, coaxing moisture from the walls of her sex and causing a gentle quaking as need stirred to life. Becoming more aware in her lazy search for the source, she eventually located the point where the delightful sensations were channeling into her.

There was a mouth attached to one of her breasts, tugging at the distended tip with a lazy, unhurried persistence that induced gentle waves of pleasure to wash through her. Awareness rose until it met the blanketing barrier of arousal in her mind that discouraged conscious thought as her focus centralized on the perception of sensation. Misgiving drifted through her mind, though, a nebulous certainty that acknowledging the giver would make the pleasure go away.

She shied away from that, unwilling to let go of the enchantment, allowing the receptors of sensation in her mind free reign to usurp cognitive awareness in favor of the visceral. It couldn’t last. She couldn’t hold on to it. Her allowance of sensory perception to dominate made it impossible to remain passive. The warmth intensified into heat. The tingling grew in strength until it became electric currents. The tension expanded outward until it encompassed not just her sex but every muscle in her body. Tremors began to ripple through her in her effort to remain still that gave away her awareness.

Feeling him tense as he became aware that she was no longer sleeping, she reluctantly gave up feigning sleep and sucked in a shaky breath that bordered on a moan.

He took that as a cue to shift his attentions to her other breast. She shivered as he released the bud he’d been teasing and the air chilled the moisture that lingered there from his mouth. The contrast of cold and heat as his mouth opened over her other nipple evoked a cascade of stippling flesh across her upper body that washed downward over her arms and breasts and belly. The walls of her sex spasmed, squeezing a gush of heated moisture into her sex.

The certainty settled in her that he would stop when he realized she was nearing her peak. He would tease her on and on until she thought she would die if he didn’t fill her with his flesh and drive into her until he took her the rest of the way there, and then he would abandon her.

And she still couldn’t find the will to try to avoid that inevitability. Instead, even knowing she was playing into his hands, she found herself struggling to hide from him just how aroused she was so that she could enjoy it just a little longer before he took even that away from her.

Her muscles began to ache from the effort to be still as his mouth poured fire into her veins with each tug on her nipple, each rough caress of his tongue across the exquisitely sensitive bud of flesh. A sound of distress escaped her as she finally yielded to the need she couldn’t ignore any longer and shifted her hips in search of something hard to press her mound against and discovered he’d pinned her lower body with one thigh. Her clit quaked in discontent when she failed to find any part