Page 14 of Human Reform (Cyborg Planet Alpha #3)

FOURTEEN

DAXON

I raised my glass, meeting Alora’s toast with a firm nod. The clear liquid caught the amber light as it swirled.

“Together, we’re a powerful force,” I said, my voice lowering to a deeper register. “Unstoppable, even. Whoever’s trying to undermine us doesn’t understand what they’re facing.”

Alora’s eyes lit up, those stormy grays flashing with determination. “Exactly. Together, we’re a force to be reckoned with.” She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Everyone should watch out.”

Something hot and possessive unfurled in me at her words. Together . The concept had been foreign to me for most of my existence, but with her, it felt right.

We finished our meal in comfortable silence. I watched as Alora savored the last bites, her expression one of genuine enjoyment. Pride surged through me. I’d provided for her. Such a basic instinct, yet it felt profound.

After clearing our plates, I gestured toward the small sitting area adjacent to the kitchen. “Would you like to sit for a while?”

My quarters weren’t designed for entertaining.

In fact, Alora was the first woman I’d ever invited inside.

Even among my fellow cyborgs, only Aeon had crossed this threshold a handful of times.

The realization made my movements stiff as I led her to the couch, suddenly hyper-aware of every detail of my living space.

What would she see? What conclusions would she draw? I found myself caring deeply about her impression, and it made me nervous all of a sudden.

“I’m not used to having guests,” I admitted quietly as we sat down.

Alora smiled, settling into the cushions. “I’m honored to be the exception.”

Be yourself , Aeon had said. Show her the real you. I took a deep breath and decided to trust his advice.

“I was created about twenty years ago,” I began, the words feeling strange on my tongue. “Though by human standards, I appear around thirty-five.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Twenty years? That’s all?”

I nodded. “I remember having one moment of independent thought before they implemented your wartime code.” The memory flickered through my mind—bright lights, voices, and then darkness.

“After that, for eighteen years, all I did was kill and strategize. Calculate the most efficient ways to eliminate Nescot forces.”

Her face fell, guilt shadowing her features.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I said firmly. “You need to understand that.”

“What happened after the war?” she asked softly.

I leaned back, our shoulders nearly touching. “CyberEvolution planned to deactivate us all—wipe our memories and functions completely, leaving us to essentially rot wherever we stood.”

“That’s barbaric,” Alora whispered, horror etching her features.

“Benjamin Reeves thought so, too. He smuggled the reprogramming code to us before he died.” I paused, watching her reaction. “He gave us a chance at free will, at learning to feel. We began implementing it even before the war ended.”

As I continued explaining our exodus to Planet Alpha—meeting Aeon, Commander Helix, and the others—I noticed how Alora had gradually shifted closer to me on the couch. Her knee now brushed against mine, sending electric currents up my thigh with each slight movement.

“So, you keep kidnapping human women to solve your problems?” she asked, her tone lighter now, almost teasing.

“Only the exceptional ones,” I replied, surprising myself with the quickness of my response. “Strong, brilliant women who terrify most of the males on their home planet of Earth.”

She laughed, the sound hitting something primal inside me. “I don’t think I terrified anyone. I was just… hiding.”

“Not anymore,” I murmured, suddenly acutely aware of how close we’d become. The space between us had narrowed to mere inches, the air charged with possibility.

Instead of responding, Alora leaned into me, her breath warm against my lips, and then she kissed me—hard, hungry, and desperate.

My body responded instantly, a fire igniting deep within me.

I tangled one hand in her braid, the silky strands slipping through my fingers while my other arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer until her full breasts pressed firmly against my chest. Her hands slid into my hair, tugging gently, and I groaned into her mouth, the sound muffled but raw.

This kiss was different—deeper, more urgent than the others we’d shared.

It wasn’t just desire, it was need . I could feel it in the way her tongue danced with mine and in the way her body arched into me, as if she couldn’t get close enough.

My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out everything but the sound of her soft moans and the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips.

Before I could think better of it, I lifted her fitted white T-shirt over her head, breaking the kiss just long enough to toss it aside.

She didn’t hesitate, her fingers fumbling with the hem of my black T-shirt.

I helped her, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.

Her hands immediately found my chest, her palms sliding over my skin as if memorizing every inch.

I shivered under her touch, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

She moaned my name, her voice breathless, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I trailed wet kisses down her neck, savoring the way she tilted her head to give me better access.

Her skin was warm and soft. She smelled divine—a mix of lavender and something uniquely her.

My lips moved lower, brushing over the white lace bra that barely contained her perfect breasts.

I couldn’t resist. I licked her hardened nipple through the fabric, and she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“Daxon,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “More.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I unhooked her bra, letting it fall away, and gently laid her back on the couch.

Then my mouth was on her, licking, sucking, and gently biting her nipples in a rhythm that had her arching off the couch.

Her hands gripped my hair, pulling in a way that sent tingles down my spine.

Every gasp and every moan from her lips only spurred me on, stoking the possessive fire inside me.

“You’re so beautiful, Alora,” I murmured against her skin, my voice low and rough. “Such perfect architecture.”

She whimpered, her hands tugging at my hair as I continued to explore her body with my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her. The way she responded to every touch and the way her body moved beneath mine was intoxicating.

“Daxon,” she panted, her voice breaking. “More, please.”

Her plea sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. My hands trailed down her sides until they reached the waistband of her fitted beige tactical pants. I glanced up at her, silently asking for permission, and she nodded, her eyes dark with desire.

I undid the button and zipper, sliding her pants down her legs and tossing them aside. Her white lace panties were soaked, and the sight of her like this—flushed, breathless, and completely vulnerable—was almost too much to handle.

“Alora,” I said roughly, my voice thick with need. “I’m going to savor you.”

She moaned, her hips lifting off the couch as if seeking my touch. I kissed her inner thighs, nipping gently at the sensitive skin, and she shuddered beneath me.

“Please, Daxon,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you now.”

Her words lit a bigger fire in me. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs and tossing them on the floor. She was completely exposed to me now, and the sight of her—wet, ready, and so beautiful—made my heart race.

I placed my head between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips as I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her most sensitive spot. She gasped, her hips lifting off the couch again as if seeking more of my touch.

“So sweet,” I breathed against her skin. “You taste incredible.”

I licked her slowly, savoring the way she moaned and writhed beneath me. Her hands found my hair again, tangling in the strands as she tugged me closer.

“Daxon,” she pleaded, her voice shaky. “More. Please, more.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I increased the pressure of my tongue, circling her clit in slow, deliberate movements that had her gasping and moaning. Her hips moved in rhythm with my tongue, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me, so close to the edge.

I pushed one finger into her tight, wet heat followed by a second, and she cried out, her back arching off the couch.

“That’s it, Alora,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “Let go.”

I curled my fingers inside her, hitting the spot that made her moan loudly, and I sucked her clit into my mouth, increasing the pressure until she was gasping for air.

Her orgasm hit her with force, her body arching as she came with a loud cry, her thighs squeezing my head as she rode the waves of pleasure. I didn’t stop, though, my fingers and tongue working her through her release until she was a trembling, weightless mess beneath me.

I pulled back, licking my lips as I watched her come down from her high. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, her skin flushed and glowing.

“Daxon,” she whispered breathlessly. “You’re… incredible.”

Pride surged through my chest, but it was more than that.

It was the way she looked at me—like I was everything she needed.

I gently kissed her inner thigh before moving up her body, pressing soft kisses to her stomach, her ribs, and the hollow of her throat.

She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless.

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, my chest heaving. “You’re mine, Alora.”

She smiled, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “I’m yours,” she whispered.

And at that moment, I believed it. She was mine, and I would do everything in my power to keep her safe, to make her happy, and to show her just how much she meant to me.

I lifted Alora’s naked body off the couch, her skin warm against mine and her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck.

Her breath hitched as I cradled her, and her eyes locking with mine, those stormy gray pools that seemed to see straight into my soul.

The weight of her in my arms felt right, like she belonged there.

I carried her into my bedroom, my heart pounding in a rhythm that was almost unfamiliar—raw, human, and alive.

Gently, I laid her on my bed, the sheets cool against her skin.

Her hair had come loose from her braid and fanned out around her, dark and wild, and her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

I stood at the end of the bed, my fingers fumbling with the waistband of my black tactical pants.

I hesitated for a moment, suddenly self-conscious, but her gaze—steady and hungry—pushed me forward.

I stripped the pants and boxers off in one motion, and my cock sprang free, hard and heavy, betraying just how much I wanted her.

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it melted into something darker and more primal. I felt a surge of pride, my chest swelling at the way her eyes lingered on me. She didn’t look afraid. She looked impressed, almost in awe. That look alone nearly undid me.

“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice low and my hands trembling with the effort to hold back. I needed to hear her say it, to know she wanted this as much as I did.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice steady but filled with a hunger that matched mine. “I want you, Daxon.”

Those words sent a wildfire through me. I climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, my body trembling with restraint.

My cock throbbed impatiently, but I forced myself to go slowly and savor every second of this.

I positioned myself between her thighs, my fingers brushing the slick heat of her entrance.

She was already so wet and so ready for me, and the sight of her like this—spread out for me, her body trembling with anticipation—nearly broke the last thread of my control.

I guided the tip of my cock to her entrance, the contact electric. I pressed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, and her tightness gripped me in a way that made my head spin. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders and her legs wrapping around my hips, urging me deeper.

“Daxon,” she breathed softly. “You feel… so good.”

Her words sent a shudder through me, my hips stuttering as I buried myself to the hilt. She was so tight and so warm, and the way her inner walls clenched around me was almost too much. I held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust, my forehead pressed against hers and our breaths mingling.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice strained.

“Yes,” she whispered, her hands sliding to cup my face. “Move. Please.”

I obeyed, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, the sensation overwhelming.

Her moan, low and throaty, echoed in the room, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I set a steady rhythm, each thrust driving me deeper, and each movement drawing another delicious sound from her lips.

Her body moved with mine, meeting me thrust for thrust, her nails raking down my back.

“Faster,” she pleaded, her voice breaking.

I slammed into her harder and deeper, my hips snapping against hers with a force that made the bed creak beneath us.

She cried out, her legs tightening around me and her body arching off the bed.

I could feel her orgasm building, her inner walls fluttering around me, and it pushed me closer to the edge.

“Daxon,” she gasped, her hands clawing at my shoulders. “I’m… I’m going to…”

Her words cut off as her orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing beneath me and her inner walls clenching around me in a rhythm that had me groaning loudly.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My own release tore through me, hot and intense, my hips jerking as I spilled myself deep inside her.

Her name was on my lips, a broken whisper as I collapsed on top of her, my body trembling with the force of it.

For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies tangled and our breaths ragged. I shifted slightly, my forehead resting against hers.

“Was that… okay?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to come inside you. I should’ve asked?—”

She smiled, her finger tracing my bottom lip. “It’s perfectly fine,” she said softly. “It was really amazing.”

Relief flooded through me, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my heart swelling with something I couldn’t quite name. She was mine now, in every way that mattered. I just hoped she’d want to stay when this mission was over. The thought of losing her now made my heart clench.