Shark Bite (Cyborg Shifters Book 3) Page 18

  He was also uncertain if Zeph would leave if given half the chance. Staying away from Zeph’s spaceship was paramount until their mission was over. Netto couldn't risk it.

  “You two look cute together.” Janet sounded behind him. He turned around and faced her.

  “Thank you.”

  Janet smiled and curtsied. “I'll give you guys some space. I'm sure there's a reason why the ship is moving below my feet.”

  Netto didn't watch her leave.

  He looked back at Rylie, unsure of what to say. He lost himself in her eyes and in the sound of her beating heart, and she stared back at him in a way that he couldn't read. He threaded his fingers through her hair, releasing her bun and allowing her long golden brown threads to fall around his hands.

  “You're so beautiful,” he whispered.

  “You're so full of it.”

  He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, wanting to drown in the taste of her. Wanting nothing more than to get lost in the endless ocean and sunshine of her soul.

  “I'm full of a lot of things, but not lies. You make me feel full.”

  Rylie let out a soft laugh against his lips and her hands came up to grip his biceps.

  “I guess we have that in common, you make me feel full too. Except right now, I feel really empty right now.”

  It was all the encouragement he needed. He picked her up and carried her over his shoulder. Netto hunched over to make sure she was safe from the ceiling and the walls. Rylie gasped and held onto the back of his shirt, bunching up the cloth away from his skin.

  He brought her to his quarters, shut the door, and silently connected with Zeph to tell him he was busy. It was enough to ensure a modicum of privacy.

  He set Rylie on the bed and leaned over her, pressing his knee into the mattress. It barely fit her, let alone him, but he was used to cramped spaces and even a small bed couldn't keep him from enjoying her body.

  Netto pulled up her shirt and ran his nose from her navel to her breasts, bringing the cloth with him before tugging the material up her arms and over her head. She didn't wear a bra and the sight of her peaked breasts snapped his remaining control.

  Netto groaned against her skin before lashing his tongue over one taut nipple.

  She arched up with a moan, her hands gripping the back of his head and pushing his mouth closer to her. He closed his lips over her tit and sucked while his other hand came up to grope and play with her other breast; massaging and pinching her other nipple to the rhythm of his sucking. Netto lifted up to look at her.

  “We’ll have to be quiet,” he said.

  “Yes.”

  He enjoyed her curt answer before he dug his fingers into her waistband and pulled off her shorts, yanking her water shoes off with them. She was naked on the bed before him, and he captured the image in his head.

  This time it wasn't a fantasy.

  The smell of her sex filled his nose and Netto could taste the wet heat of it already on his lips. He wanted, needed it in his mouth and on his tongue.

  He grabbed her panties from within her discarded shorts and buried his nose in them while his eyes remained on her flushed body. He swam in an ocean of her pheromones; he wanted it to be the only scent he ever smelled for the rest of his long life. His display made her shiver, pant, her tits lifted with each shallow breath.

  He slammed his hand against the wall. It left an indentation. His teeth tore into her panties. A startled gasp filled his ears as he consumed the flimsy, delicious material.

  Delicious. If he couldn’t sink his teeth into her, he could sink them into her clothes. Netto envisioned a future of Rylie’s panties being apart of his diet.

  He was vaguely aware of her sitting up and gripping his midsection with an effort to try and shake him.

  “I can't believe you did that!” she squeaked. “Can't believe you just ate my underwear. If I didn't know you were a Cyborg, I'd be seriously, seriously worried right now.” She shook her head making her hair tumble across her naked skin. “Oh my god, I am worried. Netto!”

  Rylie lifted up on her knees but he moved over her and pushed her back into the bedding.

  “Please tell me you can digest cloth!”

  He pressed his chest against hers, caging her beneath him, and licked up the side of her jaw. His lips twisted into a smile, her shuddering struggles ignored, and he ran one sharp tooth over the tip of her ear.

  “You should be worried. You should’ve been worried from the beginning. You should be worried now because I'm about to go for round two.”

  Netto captured her mouth before she could reply and drank her in. He was thirsty Cyborg. Thirsty for more, sucking on her lips and roughing them up. His body jailed her, trapped her for his use, and what she would endure was his alone.

  He moved down her body like a shark, pulling her head back to expose the curve of her neck, the bunk creaking under them. A fluttery laugh escaped her parted, reddened lips. She moved her hands up his chest, taking his shirt with them. Together they pulled it off.

  “Your skin feels like velvet.” Rylie caressed the muscles of his pecs with her fingers. “It’s different.”

  Netto leaned down and licked the long column of her neck, absorbing the flutter of her pulse over the blunt length of his tongue. “It’s yours.” He nipped her collarbone, holding back enough to not pierce her delicate skin.

  “Only mine?” Rylie whimpered.

  He caught her eyes and tightened the hold on her hair. “Yes. Only yours.”

  Netto would remind her every day if he could. Her insecurity festered below the surface and if given the chance, he would purge it from her soul. When she graced him with another smile, he moved back down to explore her body. He didn't dare breathe, didn't dare to blink because he didn't want to miss one second of it.

  So pliant. So receptive.

  Netto kissed one of her nipples before he pulled it between his lips. He knew some women could achieve an orgasm from nipple stimulation alone, but he didn’t have the patience to try, her cunt waited for him.

  He reeled up and let go of her hair, grabbing her waist and pulling it up and maneuvering her legs over his shoulders. The only thing he wanted was to penetrate her core with his tongue, fuck her with it, and lick her swollen channel clean of all of her essence. Rylie’s fingers gripped the bedding.

  Netto supported her back with one arm while holding her in place in front of him. “Lock your feet behind my head,” he groaned, a hairsbreadth away from her clit.

  “What’re you going to do?” Rylie tensed in his embrace. She was vulnerable in her precarious position. Netto watched her pussy clench as he breathed over it.

  “Enjoy myself.”

  He lowered his head and ran his tongue from her back to her clit. She squirmed in his grasp as he lapped at her sex. It was delicious and he was ravenous. Netto could have tongued her for hours and still not be satisfied. How had he gone his entire created life without having a pussy under his tongue? Her pussy? He couldn’t hold back his groan.

  Rylie mewed and gasped, her legs kicked his back, and her thighs squeezed his head.

  A starving man was wild, a starving Cyborg...

  Netto speared his tongue inside her tight channel. It wasn’t the same as the night before when her fresh hymen had torn, but it was heady all the same. She had given him her precious innocence and he had taken it like a beast in a rut. He thrust his tongue in and out of her, taking her again.

  “Netto, please,” she begged prettily. “Please...”

  Her breasts bounced up from her half-vertical position, their tips making him ram his erection into her exposed back. He continued to fuck her with his tongue as he reached up and squeezed her tight nipples. Her pussy gushed and clenched as she squirmed and choked. Her head jerking back and forth, strewing about her hair. She clamped his head harder between her legs and rolled her hips.

  Rylie, his tiny beauty, climaxed so beautifully in his mouth. Netto licked up her essence before he tenderly
lowered her back down. He slid his hands over her slick flesh, and lightly groped her curves. She lay before him, out of breath, and yet so full of life, giving him all she had for his to keep.

  He posed his cock at her tight, rippling entrance as the last waves of her orgasm jolted through her core.

  “Ready?” he whispered, low and gruff. Her eyes widened slightly and she answered him with a wiggle of her hips. Netto bit down on his tongue, filling his mouth with a mixture of his blood and the taste of her pussy. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly pushed into her.

  He locked his jaw. She whimpered.

  Rylie dug her fingers into his forearms as he broke ground, pressing in before pulling back. Netto continued to penetrate her with all the control he could muster in his long existence. He watched her face with each press forward.

  “I’m okay,” she groaned out but he heard the discomfort in her voice. “Go faster.”

  “No.” Netto clutched her hips, pushing her down so as not to hurt her, and to stop her from undulating. “We barely fit.” Sweat formed on his brow.

  “But we fit.” Her nails pierced his skin. He sank further into her tight sheath. It took everything within him not to fully reclaim her body.

  “You’re bleeding!” Rylie gasped, stopping him.

  “I bit my tongue,” he barely mustered out, consumed with the grip her pussy had on his bulge. She struggled underneath him and he slid further in. They both exhaled a heavy breath.

  Netto looked down at their bodies to see half his cock buried between her legs. He had stretched her to fit him and the glorious sight of seeing her succumb to his power had him squirting cum.

  Rylie went rigid as he pushed the rest of the way in.

  When he was seated deep, a band of pressure released his restraint.

  Netto glanced up to see tiny droplets of tears on her eyelashes. He slowly leaned over her and kissed them away, and waited until her body gave in and the muscles of her stretched sheath yielded.

  He groaned, feeling sweet, hot bliss, and wanting more, but he didn’t move, waiting for Rylie’s body to accustom to his girth. He continued to place kisses over the top of her head, barely, struggling to adjust to their height difference. His back ached from the effort.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. Almost,” she bit out. Netto held himself above her small frame.

  “What do you want me to do? Tell me what to do,” he rasped over her ear.

  Her sex clenched. “Move.”

  He lifted up and caught her eyes as he slowly removed his cock before he pressed back into her. Netto kept a steady pace until her hips lifted up to meet his. His teeth scored his bottom lip.

  Rylie took over and pumped herself below him, her eyes closing as her lips parted into a shallow breath, a soft moan escaping her. When she found her pleasure, and he felt the wrinkle of her g-spot, he surged into her. Where last night he had been subdued by quiet need, tonight he was overcome by desperation.

  She opened herself up to him and rocked as he gave her the illusion of control. The corded muscles and metal structures vibrated throughout his frame and Netto gave himself up to it as she gave herself to him.

  Rylie squirmed and sighed and he bit back the growls on the edge of his tongue. When she couldn’t keep up, her remaining strength abated, he took over again.

  He pressed into her with measured strokes. The air hissed through his teeth. The bunk groaned and shook. Neither of them seemed to care that it might break. It was easier this time, her core already stretched to fit him, and with remnants of the serum from the day before still within her, her breath no longer hummed with pain.

  Netto held back but found difficult and when the first spasm of her sex squeezed his cock, he joined her in release.

  He finally understood why his brethren enjoyed sex so much as Rylie thrashed under him, riding out the waves as his seed poured into her again.

  Sex was like a hunt, following a fresh trail of blood, finding your prey, and feasting on it while it succumbed to the predator. Netto moved over her and watched until her contractions abated.

  A smile graced her lips, her face held a sheen of sweat, and he basked in its fresh glow.

  Netto pulled out slowly and picked her up. He couldn’t kiss her properly lying down; he was too large, and he couldn’t contort to meet her lips with her legs hooked around him. He cupped her swollen sex with the edge of the bedding to keep his seed from making a mess.

  The smell was already potent enough.

  “Are you okay?”

  She curled up in his arms as he ducked and maneuvered her to the small lavatory.

  “More than okay.”

  He cleaned her up, being gentle, and reapplied the salve from before. Rylie purred as he massaged the knots away and when he turned on the small shower, he stood back and helped her wash from the hallway. His immense size was becoming more and more of a burden for him.

  “Am I good?” she asked him as tepid water and foamy soap slipped down her skin.

  “Yes.” Netto lifted a wet strand of her hair.

  “I meant in bed? Janet says people can be bad in bed and it takes practice. That a bad bed partner can be a real turn-off...a downer.”

  “You’re the best,” he answered honestly.

  Rylie snorted. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

  It’s true. “You’re my first,” he muttered as he ran his hands over her glistening tanned body, he traced her tan lines with his fingers. My first.

  Rylie had gone quiet as she watched him; he didn’t need to look at her eyes to know. Netto wanted to know her thoughts, wanted to know if she believed him.

  “You were a virgin?” she asked at last, as the last of the soap went down the drain.

  “Yes.”

  “But you seem so skilled...”

  He handed her a towel.

  “I’ve been around for a long time.”

  Rylie stepped out and into the hallway with him. “I’m glad I was your first...if I had known... I wouldn’t have been so aggressive.”

  “Is that so?”

  He wanted to tease her but found it hard as he followed her back to the messy quarters like a puppy.

  “Yes,” she laughed. Rylie threw the towel at him playfully. “Now get cleaned up. I need to fix all of this up or they’ll get suspicious. If my Da finds out both his daughters...”

  Netto grinned, showing her his teeth before turning on his heel and following her orders. He was going to take advantage of the time they had. Tomorrow would be upon them soon, bringing reality back to plague them.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Netto stood on the top deck of the boat, surveying the scene.

  They were heading directly toward the colony but it wasn't buildings or the bustle of commerce that he saw: it was the drones, smoking in the air, that held his attention. When he zoomed in, he could see the sparks of fire and the crumble of infrastructure.

  He gritted his teeth, feeling the sharp points of them sink into the outer layers of his gums. The flush of fresh blood in his mouth did little to calm him.

  Zeph stood beside him. Netto didn’t need to see his partner’s face to know the hard look in his eyes reflected in his own.

  It wasn’t just fog distorting everything before him, but the thick plumes of smoke and dust that breezed through the air.

  Several barges on either side had erupted into flames and were broken and strewn about.

  It was quiet, ghoulishly silent except for the calming water displaced by the watership. Now and again, a cry for help could be heard. Netto steeled himself. He looked over the edge to see a corpse, face down, floating. Serpents surrounded it, nibbling at its pale skin, and tearing at what remained of the clothes.

  “I’m going to look for survivors.”

  Netto turned around and faced Rylie. “I don't want you anywhere near this.”

  “Netto and I will go in and do what we can. You and your family should stay here. It's not safe, n
ot with drones in the air. They can mistake you for an enemy and fire on you,” Zeph interjected.

  “I won't go anywhere near them. The pod is intact. Someone needs to look for survivors amongst this,” she waved her hand at the broken ships in the harbor. “I know there are people out there who are trapped and need our help. There are no other boats still afloat nearby.”

  Netto tilted her face up. “I can't help them if I'm worried about you, but I won't stop you from doing what needs to be done. Do you still have the dagger I gave you?”

  “Yes, and a couple of guns. I’ll stay in communication with Da. We'll stay close together. I promise.”

  Netto placed a soft kiss on her lips. “If something happens to you...”

  “Nothing will. I'll take every extra precaution. But you have to promise me that you'll do the same.”

  “I promise.” He let her go with one last lingering kiss and helped her down into the pod. When it turned on, he powered through it, checking for damage and was relieved that it remained intact and unharmed. The outer shell was as hard and as strong as the watership, and the glass was reinforced and uncompromised. She would be safe and it, he knew. It helped ease the tightness in his chest. “See anything, move away, don't stay and check it out. Don't be a hero.”

  “I won't.”

  Netto nodded and hovered at the open hatch, unable to look away. Rylie took his hand and squeezed and he squeezed hers back. He exhaled and closed the pod, listening to the door click and seal in place. It dropped into the ocean and vanished underneath the waves.

  He rejoined Zeph at the top deck as the watership moved forward again. Montihan was monitoring the radio waves and Janet was stockpiling their first-aid. He tried not to think of Rylie, but he kept a corner of his tech connected to her vessel.

  Netto would remain with her for as long as he was able.

  The colony came into view and with it, a creature born of nightmares appeared at the shore and the onslaught of gunfire and explosions appeared with it.

  “And I thought the last one was fucked up,” Zeph muttered next to him.

  “It was. This one’s smaller.”