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Falyn murmured his name, filled with overwhelming affection. She raised her hand to caress his face, hyperaware of every nuance in his expression. He kissed her again, and her hands moved to his lower back, pressing him to her on the downward plunge.
That was just the introduction. As she wished he would fuck her harder and faster, he did just that, pounding into her so fast she could no longer match his thrusting.
But it was exhilarating, taking her through two more orgasms before he found release. Falyn reached the third release as Max roared, shooting his hot seed inside her. She inadvertently dug her nails in his back as powerful contractions shuddered through her.
Max seemed not to notice in the throes of his own orgasm. As they both came down from their mutual release, he pulsed his cock inside her, sending little aftershocks rippling through her body.
Holding her gaze, he tenderly caressed her face. He seemed deeply moved by what they had just shared.
Falyn knew she had made the right choice. She never wanted to share this kind of joining with anyone but Max.
“You are mine, and I am yours,” Max said, the words he’d yearned to utter all his life.
“You are mine, and I am yours,” she murmured. “From now on….”
“From now on,” Max repeated. He pulled out of her and turned them on their sides, cuddling her close.
After a night short on sleep and the best sex she ever dreamed of, Falyn drifted to sleep in his arms.
Max didn’t mind. She was his. All the years of fighting, going from planet to planet, every being he ever killed, was all forher.Not that defective avatar from his virtual life; he did it for Falyn. Now, she had a name, and he called hermine.
“You are mine,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She was beautiful, and she accepted him. For the first time in his life, he felt truly happy.
Used to going up to a week at a time without sleep, Max wasn’t that tired, but he closed his eyes and replayed his claiming of Falyn from his memory bank. He didn’t know how their lives would fit together yet, but they would figure it out.
Had he found Falyn before he agreed to take North California, he would have passed on the promotion. Max couldn’t see how she would work with him like Stalker’s mate Neely. She’d spent her life homesteading. He wouldn’t put her in danger like that.
Max doubted Falyn would want to, anyway. She wasn’t that good with a gun. Homesteading was a lot of work. It wasn’t like she’d have nothing to do while he was on the job. After what happened to Captain Savage’s wife, Max would set up security on Falyn’s homestead.
Nothing was more important to him than Falyn.
Chapter Nine
Falyn awoke about two hours later, and they made love again with less foreplay and more fucking. Afterward, they showered together, washing each other, leading to another round of sex with Falyn pressed against the shower wall. Once they’d gotten past their first time, they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.
By the time they finished showering and dressing, Falyn thought Max was getting over his initial shyness. However, she wondered how long it would have taken them had she not made her desire known. Could the glitch in his avatar have been a mistake, or had some sadistic programmer done it on purpose? But she didn’t ask.
When they got dressed, the sourdough garbanzo bread she started after lunch was ready to bake. Stoking the fire in the wood cookstove, she put the bread in the oven to bake. Then she asked Max to go with her for evening chores so she could show him around. They started in her small barn to milk the goats.
Solar panels on the roof charged the batteries that ran the lights and her portable electric milker. There were three pygmy nannies and one buck, no bigger than a medium size dog.
“What was your childhood like?” Falyn asked as she lifted the little nanny onto a roughhewn milking table. Washing the nanny’s udder and teats first with a wet cloth and then a spray, she hooked suction cups to its teats. The table was enclosed on three sides so the goat wouldn’t step off. Falyn stood on the open side to keep the animal in place and monitor the milker.
“We experienced childhood in virtual reality through our internal computers,” he explained. “It seemed real at the time. My parents were both in the military. My father was a strategist, and my mother was a medic. Since we were bred to fight in the war, I went to virtual military school.”
“So, you had a family?”
“Not really. They were mainly background. At five years old, I went to virtual military school with the other cyborgs in my batch. They were the closest to a family I had. We were pulled from our gestation tanks full grown after five years.”
“That’s incredible! I grew up right here.” Falyn hooked up one of the little nannies. “I was an only child because my brother was stillborn. The cord was wrapped around his neck, and he died before leaving the birth canal. Dad and I were the only ones here to help her. All we had were a book on midwifery and birthing from before the war.”
“You remember that?”
“Yes. I was eight at the time. Speaking of birthing, I don’t have access to contraceptives. I should not be ovulating for another week, but after that, I could likely become pregnant if we keep mating. I do want children, just not yet.”
“We need time to grow our relationship before we bring children into it,” Max filled in for her. “I will take care of it. I can program my nanites to suppress my sperm until we are ready.”
“You can do that?” Falyn beamed at him. He nodded, looking all shy again.
