Chasing Mayhem by Cynthia Sax Page A

testament to her strength.
    He shifted over her, resting his hips against hers, his cock hard, constrained by his body armor. She caressed his jaw with the barrel of her gun.
    “I feel your nanocybotics bubbling inside me.” She worried her bottom lip with her blunt white teeth. “When will they fade?”
    “With you?” Mayhem sucked on that abused flesh, pulling, pulling, pulling, and letting go. “Never.” Constant breeding with her would ensure they never dissipated. “You’re made for me.”
    “Am I?” She lifted her hips, pressing her mons against his cock, their bodies frustratingly separated by her ass coverings and his body armor.
    “Yes.” He licked down her chin, over her damaged neck, devoting his energies to that expanse of delicate skin.
    She tasted of salt and female. Mayhem nuzzled her neck and rubbed his chest against her breasts, teasing her taut nipples through her leather top.
    “Yes.” She arched into him, resting her gun on the nape of his neck.
    He mimicked the breeding motion, grinding his body armor-clad cock against her ass covering-clad pussy. Her wetness soaked the material, slicking it. Her scent filled his nostrils and his lungs, making him light-headed with lust, with need.
    “You are healing me.” Her voice was husky. “I feel good, invigorated, powerful.” Her fingernails dug into his skin. “I need more.” She pulled on his neck and huffed, her strength no match for his.
    He rolled onto his back, obeying her silent command, and she straddled him, her eyes glowing with triumph, her pussy positioned on his encased shaft. “I take what I want, Mayhem.” She was a warrior female and he was her prize. “You can’t stop me.”
    “Why would I stop you?” He cupped her breasts, weighing them in his hands, and she inhaled sharply, thrusting their bounty against his palms. “Everything I have is yours.”
    “You belong to me.” Imee rocked, riding him. “You’re my target. I claim you.”
    “We will claim each other.” Mayhem removed the tiny translucent repository she’d hidden in the valley between her breasts. “We’ll breed so hard; you’ll process thoughts only of me, forgetting your past.” He placed the tiny severed finger on the sleeping support beside them.
    “I can never forget the past.” Her gaze followed the translucent repository. That finger meant something to her. When the sun rose, he’d uncover its significance, but not in this moment. In this moment, he would bind his female to him.
    “Live in the now.” Mayhem pushed her leather top aside and kneaded her bare curves. “Embrace the chaos.”
    There was no Homeland, no rules, no future of stifling safeness. There was only his female. He savored the contrast of her tight nipples against her full breasts.
    She was a complex being, strength and softness, fire and sadness. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders. A gun was gripped in her right hand. Grisly mementoes were hidden on her succulent person.
    “This changes nothing.” She undulated, the muscles in her stomach rippling.
    It would change everything. He wouldn’t share that truth with his target-focused female. Needing to feel her skin against his, Mayhem elevated her sweet ass with one hand and removed his body armor with the other, freeing his arms, chest, cock, legs.
    He set her on his thighs, pulled her against his liberated shaft and they both moaned with pleasure, his tip bumping against her concealed clit. Although she remained nearly fully clothed, her leather garments were so thin he felt everything—the lips of her pussy, the temptation of her entrance, the roundness of her ass.
    Imee rolled her hips, a slow sensuous movement that stripped his control, and she gazed down at him. Her eyes flared with appreciation. “You’re perfect.” Lines etched between her eyebrows. “Too perfect. You don’t have a single scar.” She covered her cheek with her fingers. 
    “I can’t scar.” His nanocybotics healed him too