Page 20 of Rogue Cyborg

Her eyes flicked up to mine.

“What?” She licked her lips. “I know you’re close, you swelled in my hand.”

Any male would fucking swell in her hand if stroked with such talent.

“Holy crap, are you always this big?” she asked, her eyes were on my cock again. I glanced down between us, saw that it was bigger than it had ever been. Yeah, the mating instinct was making me grow and there was no way it would fit back in my pants.

“With you. Always,” I replied. It was true. Until the true claiming was complete, my mate would know the pleasure of riding a Forsian cock. And when true claiming occurred, wouldn’t be free from it until the biological need to fuck, to mate, to breed, was done. And that would take hours and an obscene amount of cum filling her pussy.

“You can get me off… this time,” I added when she opened her mouth to speak. “Get my scent on you. Fuck, it will be hot to watch you smear it all over your body, to know that you’re mine.”

“I’m not—”

I pinned her with a dark stare.

“You’re mine. As soon as you called out my name you became mine. Ask the governor. Ask anyone on the planet. Even the other females from Earth. You are mine, but I will honor your wishes. Our agreement. I will not bite you, force you into a mating you do not desire, but I will fuck you before this day is through. Hells, before this hour is through. I promise you, I will be hard and ready for you, over you and settled between those firm thighs. Sinking deep. Always hard.”

Her gaze dropped to my cock and I felt a spurt of cum seep from the tip. I wasn’t lying. The first stages of the mating cock had begun as soon as she called my name. It wouldn’t go down all the way now until I claimed her. Perhaps if I thought of Hive torture it might diminish, but definitely not when she was in my presence. When I could smell her female scent. Her need. And once she was marked, when our scents were mingled… fuck. I just got harder.

“This first time can be with your hand, right here against the wall. But know this, Gwen, I will be balls deep in you soon enough.”

Heat flared in her dark eyes and her gaze dropped to my cock. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over the tip. “You’re giving me control?”

Was I? Would I stand still and allow her to work me to completion? If it felt like what she’d been doing, fuck yes. But after… when I got her beneath me? She’d know my dominance. “For now.”

She shook her head.

“No?” I asked.

“If I get to be in control, then I don’t want it this way.”

I arched a brow, watched as the corner of her mouth turned up with a hint of challenge.

“Oh?”

Her hands pushed on my shoulders and I was launched backward and onto the bed. I bounced, but the bed frame collapsed beneath me, the mattress dropping a foot to the floor with a loud thump.

Naked and very pleased with herself, she stalked toward me. Nude and glorious. “If I’m in control, I’m taking that massive cock for a ride.”

Fuck, yes.

“Grip the headboard.”

I tilted my head down, gave her a stern look, but I completely forgot I didn’t like being bossed around when she put one knee on the mattress and crawled toward me.

Naked.

Her small breasts were perfect swells beneath her, dark pink, hard-tipped nipples pointing toward the bed, her hair long down over her shoulders. Wide hips swayed with each foot she moved closer. A predator and I was her fucking prey.

Fuck yes. This worked for me.

Glancing up, I reached for the headboard, knew it would be in pieces before we were done. My fingers curled around the metal slats, gripped.

She worked her way up my body until she straddled me, her knees on either side of my hips. I was big, so big that she was spread wide, her pussy resting directly on my stomach. My cock brushed up along the seam of her ass and while I held on with a fucking death grip, my hips involuntarily bucked, spreading my pre-cum along that gorgeous ass, as if it knew it would soon get in there too, not just her pussy.

Her desire smeared all over my belly and I knew, while I was huge, her passage was well prepared for me.

“I can’t believe I have you at my mercy,” she whispered, studying me.