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

his entire equilibrium went haywire. “You could do that?” she asked, her voice low, almost as mesmerizing as her mouth.

“Must,” he gasped out, anxious to get the conversation over with so she could put her mouth to better use. “Law.”

She began to stroke her hands over his cock as if she was strumming an instrument. She was, and his heart was pounding out a deep bass backbeat and threatening to explode as she tuned every nerve ending from the root of his cock to the tip with a dexterity that had every one of them screaming and tearing at his guts. “A law?” she prompted. “On your world?”

“Yes—no less than two, no more than four males in a unit,” he ground the words out.

Before he could drag air into his lungs again, she closed her mouth over him and he completely lost his breath and his mind along with it. He felt his hips come off the bed as heat engulfed him and the muscles of her mouth worked over his cock. Sounds were forced from his chest with the little air he’d managed to drag into his lungs, but he could no more control that than he could the jerk of his hips every time her mouth engulfed him and then pulled away again.

He was going to die, he thought dimly. He was going to suffocate from lack of air, or choke on his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to stop her, though. He couldn’t focus on anything except his greed for the feel of her mouth to go on forever, killing him by agonizingly slow inches. His body fought him every step of the way, threatening to snatch that glorious feeling away from him by exploding.

He finally reached a point where he knew he was losing the battle. The moment that certainty settled in the back of his throat, however, a new urgency rose, the desperation to spill his seed at her womb. Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower he still possessed, he jackknifed upward, clamped his hands on her shoulders and jerked her toward him. Twisting as he brought her down again and rolling over her as he shoved her against the mattress, he stabbed at her blindly, plowing his cock back and forth along her cleft several times before he managed to connect with the mouth of her sex. She was wet. His mind couldn’t grasp more than that, didn’t fully grasp even that much, merely registered a vague sense of relief when he felt wetness allow him to sink deeply inside of her with no more than a handful of frantic thrusts. Even as the muscles along her channel closed around him like a tight fist his body began to jerk and spasm, spewing his seed into her.

A sense of profound relief filled him when his body finally stopped convulsing. Shoving himself upward with one shaking arm, he tipped sideways and fell off her and straight into oblivion.

Chapter Fourteen

Feeling vaguely let down that Gideon had come before she could, Bronte lay with her eyes closed until she’d caught her breath and finally turned her head to look at him. A mixture of amusement and irritation filled her when she saw he was asleep.

Sex was obviously a potent tranquilizer for him. The wonder was that he’d managed to stay awake long enough the first time to make sure she really had agreed to enter into a co-habitation agreement with him.

Stifling the urge to chuckle, she studied his face, wondering if she’d imagined the most truly bizarre proposal she’d ever had.

Not that she’d had that many.

Actually none.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about it—strangely vacillating was as close as she could come. She wasn’t even certain of why she’d agreed. She puzzled over that for a few minutes and decided she did know. She’d agreed because there something so crazy and desperate about his absolute determination to convince her that she couldn’t bring herself to say no.

Because she felt like, right or wrong, it could only be that she meant a lot to him. Love was probably stretching it—a long way. On an intellectual level, she knew he couldn’t possibly know what love was. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel it, but she didn’t honestly believe he was capable of it.

And it still didn’t matter. She’d had people who claimed to love her who would never have gone through half of what he had to have her. It wasn’t just the sex either. That was almost the strangest part about it. He wanted her. He hadn’t made any bones about that, or spent a lot of time agonizing on whether to seduce her or not.

But he’d refused to give in to his own needs until he could make her agree.

That was dedication!

Realizing that the longer she stared at him the more she wanted to touch, she finally slipped out of the bed and went to bathe, more than half expecting him to wake up and join her. He didn’t, but she had plenty of company in her thoughts. She went back over what he’d said to her, trying to focus on that rather than what he’d done, which wasn’t easy.

She’d been in such a state at the time she’d suspected she must have somehow misunderstood him when he’d said ‘contract with us’. He’d been in such a state while she was questioning him about it that she hadn’t been sure she could put a lot of faith in what he’d told her.

It occurred to her rather forcefully, though, that Gideon hadn’t been working alone any of the time. Jerico had behaved the same way toward her. She suspected poor Gabriel would have too except that he’d had a good bit more trouble controlling his own libido.

And she’d been mad as hell when she’d questioned him and discovered he was under orders to tease only, not to please.

They hadn’t all been behaving that way just because Gideon had ordered it, or just for Gideon’s benefit! Gideon