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Chapter 4 - CHAPTER FOUR

Heat surged through his body. The touch of her hands was maddeningly soft, heat

surging through him before she knelt in such a provocative position. If she leaned

forward just a little further… He bit back a groan of lust.

Her gaze shot to his face, worry written all over her delicate features. He wanted to

wrap her in his arms, drive a hand into her dark hair as he claimed her lips. He'd hold

her still and plunder her mouth. Thrust into the welcoming heat, again and again,

fucking her mouth with his tongue. Shuddering, he snapped out of his daze and looked

at her.

What was it about this woman? He'd had offers from women of his kind. Strong,

capable, cyborg women. Women who could withstand his rough passion. So why did

he want one who was so easily breakable?

Closing his eyes, he tried to conceal the effect she had on him. He was lucky he was

cyborg, with ultimate control over his body and its reactions. Or she'd be up close and

personal with how she was making him feel. A face full of thick cock was hard to miss.

"Sorry, I'll be gentler."

Her voice was soft and calm; the consummate nurse. They needed medics back at

base. All raiding parties were ordered to snatch and grab medically trained staff

wherever they could and take them back to Redemption Bay, the cyborg resistance

home base.

Lyon shook his head and put the thought from his mind. That way led to madness

and a whole heap of trouble. He had a mission here. The sooner he remembered that,

and stuck to it, the better off everyone would be.

"Don't worry about it. I've had worse."

She winced a little. He hardened his heart. No doubt she was wondering how many

people he'd killed. That was what humans always assumed of his people. They were

killers, born and bred.

"Okay, move your arms for me, please."

He moved to allow her to reach the bruising on his stomach. Not the easiest thing to

treat when his hands were manacled in front of him.

"Who'd you lose to?"

She moved his hands again and frowned. "What do you mean?"

"To end up treating me. I can't imagine it would be high on the list of dream

assignments in the nurses' bay."

"Oh." Understanding filled her eyes. A blush raced across her cheeks.

"No one. I asked for the assignment. Look, this is no good." She sat back on her

heels and looked him straight in the eye. "I'm sorry, but I have to put you in the

restraints…"

She nodded toward the heavy-duty hooks on the wall above the bed. Used for

restraining the most violent cases when the cell had to be cleaned, even he wouldn't be

able to break them.

"It's that or call a full guard detail in so I can get to the last bit of this. Which would

you prefer?"

I'd prefer you on your knees sucking my cock. The thought slipped through before he

could censor it. Swallowing, he concentrated on something mundane. Like rewiring

maintenance panels for the Chameleon or field-stripping a KL-700 heavy machine gun.

He locked the wayward thought away. Not only had she apologized to him before,

she was now giving him a choice. Admittedly it wasn't much of a choice. Cuffed to the

bed or get treated under armed guard, but still, it was a choice.

"The restraints. Please," he added as an afterthought and ventured a small smile.

She smiled back and stood to draw the restraints together. He lifted his hands. A

moment later the mag-cuffs clicked into place and, slowly, his hands were drawn apart.

His hands safely out the way, it only took her a couple of minutes to clear up the

remainder of his injuries. Finally she straightened and treated him to a bright smile.

"There you go, all fixed up."

"Thank you. Are you going to divulge your name or is that classified information?"

He couldn't stop himself quizzing her as she packed her equipment away.

Everything was handheld and he knew there wasn't anything with a sharp edge in

there. Just in case he managed to escape the three-inch-wide cuffs, which would be a

miracle of epic proportions. No, the only way he was getting out of these babies was if

his sexy little nurse made a big mistake or if he could charm her into letting him go.

He was rusty, but he could manage a little light flirtation. The full-on Casanova act,

though, that was well beyond him.

She flashed him another smile from under lashes so full they had to be illegal. Lyon

sucked in a breath at the direct look. How did she manage to look so hot in that

utilitarian ship-suit? While it wasn't fitted, it also wasn't a sack, but there was no way it

could be described as sexy.

"No, not classified information. It's Samara. Samara Williams," she said and started

to hold out her hand. Halfway through the gesture, she recalled he was chained up and

stopped. A deep flush spread over her cheeks.

Lyon inclined his head, ignoring her faux pas, and simply smiled. She blushed so

prettily, her mouth a bee-stung pout. He looked away quickly, a wash of heat running

rampant over his shoulders and chest all the way down to get all friendly with his cock.

"Pleased to meet you, Samara. Now we're all introduced, would you mind letting

my arms down a little? My fingers are going numb."

"Oh! Yes, of course. There you go."

Stepping to the side, she reached up and activated the restraints. This time the

mechanism drew Lyon's wrists together over his head. Hearing the click, she pressed

the button to release him and turned around to zip up her kit bag.

Perhaps through sloppiness or inexperience with the equipment, she didn't check to

make sure the sound she'd heard was his mag-cuffs locking together instead of Lyon

clicking the cuff against the metal of the wall. He froze for a second when she turned

away, hardly daring to believe his ruse had worked.

Testing the theory, he pulled at his wrist. It came away from the wall with a small

snick. He blinked, all his attention focused on the woman in the room with him. She'd

made a mistake. He was free. What did he do now?

His logical side said he put her out of commission and fight his way off the ship.

Or, nastier, use her as a human shield. She'd been nice to him though. She'd apologized

and given him a choice. Treated him like a human being and not the animal the rest of

her race branded him.

Was he really going to repay her by proving the rumors right?