Cyborg Nation by Kaitlyn O'Connor (english readers TXT) 📗

the hatch to the hold and trapped them down there, but probably only long enough to sabotage the ship.

Because she was pretty sure that would’ve been the results of tampering with any of the controls.

They weren’t even in the Milky Way Galaxy—not even close enough to identify it anymore! She didn’t have a clue of where they were, but it looked like uncharted space to her—at least uncharted by humans.

Fortunately for her, the rage they were feeling at that moment of discovery had spilled out in lust. Even so, things had seemed pretty touch and go there for a few moments, and she’d almost begun to get seriously worried when she realized they weren’t stopping at merely fondling her all over at the same time.

She’d had no idea three people could do that!

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had sex both ways before—she’d never especially cared for the backdoor entry, but she’d done it plenty of times with her ex. It had certainly never occurred to her that she could be done both ways at the same time, though!

God! That had been the most awesome climax she’d ever had in her life! She’d thought for a few moments that she’d actually had a seizure, that her brain had exploded when her body did.

A shiver skated through her and she realized she was still naked.

Jerico and Gideon seemed completely unconcerned about the fact that they were, but she was getting cold. Seeing that Gabriel had joined the battle, she inched toward the end of the bed and felt around on the top until she managed to grab a handful of the cover.

She’d pulled it halfway off the bed when a hand suddenly closed around her wrist. Gideon dragged her from beneath the bed and stood her on her feet. “What were you doing at the ship’s controls?” he growled.

Bronte stared at him, chewing the inside of her mouth. “Just looking,” she said finally.

His eyes narrowed.

“I didn’t touch anything! I swear it!”

He studied her a moment longer and finally turned to Jerico and jerked his head in the direction of the bridge. Swaying slightly, Jerico stared at him blankly for a moment and then nodded, stumbling from the room unsteadily.

“You, too, Gabriel,” he said grimly, without turning to look at the other man, his gaze still locked with hers.

Gabriel didn’t move.

“That is an order,” Gideon said in a low, rumbling growl, sliding a narrowed glance at the man. “Make sure she did not tamper with anything.”

With obvious reluctance, Gabriel saluted and left.

Bronte swallowed uneasily when she realized they were alone.

“You can not be trusted,” he said after a long moment.

Bronte gave him a look that was a mixture of guilt and indignation. A thought occurred to her abruptly. “You were testing me?” she demanded, outraged.

Something flickered in his eyes, the barest hint that she might have guessed wrong. “If I were, you failed, did you not?”

Unable to maintain eye contact, she looked away. She didn’t know why she should feel the least bit guilty about it, or distressed that she might have disappointed him. She was their prisoner, after all. That was what prisoners did—try to escape.

She realized, though, that it hadn’t actually been a test, not per se. The fact was that he’d begun to trust her or he wouldn’t have ‘forgotten’ and left the helm unattended.

And she’d really screwed that up!

That was why she felt guilty and distressed. Not because she’d actually done anything wrong, but because she could tell she’d thrown away something she didn’t realize she’d wanted until it was gone.

Damn it!

He hooked a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “I did say that there would be consequences.”

Her entire body went taut at that, his words instantly recalling the last ‘consequences’. She swallowed with an effort. “I thought that was what we just did,” she said uneasily.

His expression tightened. “Not quite.”

She hadn’t realized he’d shifted closer until she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. She tipped backwards as he crowded her again, sprawling on the bed. Before she’d even stopped bouncing, he was on top of her, her wrists manacled to the bed on either side of her head.

“Gideon!” she gasped breathlessly.

His gaze, which had been focused on her breasts, lifted to hers. “Good,” he murmured, dropping his head to trace a feather light path across her throat with his lips. “At least we have established who I am.”

He would throw that up to her, she thought with a mixture of uneasiness and irritation, now, when he had her completely at his mercy! She should have known he wouldn’t forget … and he would hold a grudge for that minor act of defiance!

Her heart was hammering so hard by the time he reached her breasts they were trembling with the pounding beat. Extending his tongue, he traced a circle with the tip around one nipple and along the side of her breast, across the valley and up the next mound, lazily, mind shattering circles around first one and then the other until her breath was coming in short little gasps and she was dizzy with the heat surging through her blood. She bit her lip as the need tightened inside of her for him to take the aching tips into his mouth. Instead, he merely teased her, on and on, never quite touching her where she yearned to be touched, until she bucked against him, struggled to jerk her wrists from his hold.

“What do you think I should do to you for trying to sabotage the ship?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

Bronte swallowed with an effort. “I wasn’t.”

He flicked a glance at her.

“I wasn’t!” she said testily.

He studied her for a long moment and dipped his head again. Bronte sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his lips close on one engorged tip. She held it, waiting hopefully. He merely nipped it lightly with his lips, however. It wasn’t what she wanted, needed. It was bad as