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To be completely honest, having a guy “go down” on her had always been a disappointing experience. Artie hadn’t liked it and the few other guys she’d been with who had been willing to try hadn’t been any good. One that she remembered from her younger days had spent thirty minutes licking her left outer lip. When she’d tried to redirect him, he’d refused to listen to her and even said,

“I know what I’m doing. Just let me do it.”

Corinne had eventually had to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop—she was getting really raw from all that licking in the wrong place! Afterwards, he had been extremely proud of himself and kept asking her if he was the best she’d ever had. She’d nearly pulled a muscle keeping her eyes from rolling.

So she hadn’t had very good experiences with being “tasted” as the manual called it, in the past. The idea of it was hot—the mental image she had of K-lx between her legs was too. But the reality was almost always disappointing.

Still, I wouldn’t be doing it for pleasure so it wouldn’t matter if it was disappointing or not, she told herself. She would only allow the big Cyborg between her thighs to prevent his intrusive and traumatic memories from coming back.

Thinking that made her feel a little better…a little less guilty. She wouldn’t be letting him lick her to make her come—she would just be letting him taste her “honey”—which presumably carried an even stronger dose of the Dream Eradication compounds than the nectar her breasts were producing.

The problem was, the DEE acted on her almost like an aphrodisiac. Ever since she’d started drinking it and making nectar, it had been much, much harder to keep her hands off the big K-Unit. He just smelled so good all the time! And it felt like her body was hungry for his. Keeping their sexual interactions to the bare minimum of letting him suck her nipples while she jerked him off had become increasingly difficult.

What if I let him lick me and for the first time ever it’s really good and I lose control? she asked herself nervously. What if I start begging him to breed me?

There were no answers to those questions…and no way she was trying this tonight, Corinne told herself. She waved at her interface to turn off the monitor and went to bed. She would sleep on the problem and see how she felt in the morning.

21

CORINNE

Only she didn’t get much sleep.

Corinne was woken a few hours later by K-lx thrashing beside her and moaning his mate’s name again.

“K-lx? Come on—wake up!” She shook him awake and was distressed to see the pure agony in his eyes when he opened them.

“Gods!” He put a hand to his face and shook his head. “I was dreaming of her again. I don’t know how she died, but I can still feel the pain of her loss.”

“I’m so sorry.” Corinne felt guilty. She hadn’t been doing enough to help him keep the trauma at bay. It was heartbreaking to see how these dreams affected him…but also dangerous. The more his past trauma seeped into his conscious mind, the greater the chances of him going Rogue.

“It’s not your fault.” K-lx shook his head stoically. “We must have been Bonded very closely. I’m surprised I lived when she died. A lot of Kindred warriors follow their mates into the afterlife when they lose them.”

“Maybe that’s why you became a Cyborg in the first place?” Corinne suggested. “To erase the pain of losing her when the Tolleg surgeons wiped your mind.”

“Maybe.” He sighed deeply. “Sorry I woke you up again. These damn dreams just won’t leave me alone.”

“It’s all right.” Corinne untied the front of her nightgown and pulled it open, baring her breasts for him. “Do you want some more nectar?”

His eyes were suddenly half-lidded as he looked at her naked breasts and nipples, tight from the cold and tipped with beads of nectar. Corinne didn’t usually have a problem with it leaking out since it was much thicker than milk would be so that it had to be sucked out. But it seemed her body knew when the big Cyborg needed her.

“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” K’lix murmured, cupping one breast and thumbing the nipple lightly, which caused her to swallow a moan. “You know I’ll never turn down sucking your sweet nipples.”

He ducked his head and took one tight point in his mouth, drawing long and hard in a way that sent sparks of pleasure straight from her nipple to her clit.

Corinne stifled a moan and pressed her thighs together. She had been trying so hard not to come during these sessions—it felt so wrong to let herself get pleasure from doing something so unprofessional. But sometimes it felt so good she was right on the edge…

But it doesn’t matter how professional you try to be—the nectar isn’t enough anymore, whispered a little voice in her head. He needs more to keep the dreams at bay—to keep the bad memories from creeping back into his conscious mind. You know what he needs…

Corinne felt a shiver go through her. Yes, she knew what the big Cyborg needed. And she knew she couldn’t put off giving it to him any longer.

“K-lx…” she murmured, stroking her fingers through his hair as he sucked her other nipple.

“Mmm?” He let her tight point slip from his lips and looked up. “Yes, baby?”

Corinne had tried to get him to stop calling her that, but she couldn’t seem to break the big Cyborg of it. And to be honest, she rather liked the sweet nickname.

“Do you…remember what you were talking about before we went to bed?” she asked. Her heart was starting to pound but she did her best to keep her voice calm.

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