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  Offered to the Cyborg (Cy-Con 2)

  Jessica Coulter Smith

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  Table of Contents

  Offered to the Cyborg (Cy-Con 2)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

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  Offered to the Cyborg (Cy-Con 2)

  Jessica Coulter Smith

  When the Zelranian cyborg’s ship The Sphinx is attacked by a reptilian race called the Meori, Wrylack is the only cyborg left standing. Forced onto the Meori vessel, his skills as a medic are demanded in exchange for his life. But any plans Wrylack may have had to escape died the moment he laid eyes on Shaylee, the human female slave in the Meori med bay. Even injured, she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And when the Meori realize they can use her to control Wrylack, they are only too pleased to give her to him.

  Shaylee has only known pain and suffering all her life. First on Earth, passed around the foster care system, and later as a slave to one alien after another. No one has ever touched her with kindness, has ever cared what happened to her. When the sexy purple cyborg with the strange eyes and gentle touch says she’s his, Shaylee is almost scared to hope that her life is changing. But the big male isn’t interested in owning her as a slave. He wants a mate!

  Chapter One

  A blast rocked The Sphinx, making the floor tilt under Wrylack’s feet and sending him careening into a wall. Two Meori ships had cornered them. One was firing while the other had docked. Locked in the med bay, Wrylack cursed the captain for giving him orders to stay put. He might be a medic, but he was a damn good fighter too. As it was, he was stuck in medical with no weapons. According to the onboard computer, there were now thirty lifeforms aboard The Sphinx instead of their crew of ten. Wrylack understood that the captain wanted him safe, so he could heal any who were injured, but this was ridiculous. He should be out there kicking ass with everyone else.

  Behind his sealed door, he could hear the sounds of fighting down the corridor and knew it was drawing closer. A scream of pain echoed down the hall, and he hoped it wasn’t one of his brothers. If the Meori had gotten near medical, which was in the heart of the ship, it must mean his fellow cyborgs were having a hard time fighting them off. Had there been casualties? He didn’t want to link to anyone and put them in danger.

  His hands clenched at his sides as he scanned the room for anything he might use as a weapon. There was an old-fashioned scalpel he still used on occasion, but it wouldn’t do much against laser weapons or ion blasters. His hand closed around the scalpel and he held it at his side, hoping that his crew would be all right. He’d unsuccessfully tried to open the medical doors three times, wanting to help the others, but the captain had recoded it so that the portal would only open from the outside. That would only keep Wrylack safe if the cyborgs won the battle, but his captain apparently hadn’t thought of that.

  Wrylack tried to connect to the system with his neural transmitters, but access was locked. He had to admit the captain was smart and had thought of everything, even if he was foolish enough to leave Wrylack out of the fight. He’d trained alongside the others on Zelran and could fight as well as anyone. If anything, his cybernetic eyes, an anomaly even amongst his kind, would give him an edge in fighting. He could see the weak points on any opponent, including internal ones. Frustrated, he slammed his fist against the wall, denting the metal of the ship.

  The ship grew quiet, and Wrylack tried to communicate with his fellow cyborgs, but no one was responding. He feared they’d all been killed, which meant the Meori would come for him next, once they realized he was on board. He could hear the clang of boots coming down the corridor and braced himself. When the doors to the med bay slid open, he stared at the green and gold aliens, with their serpent-like eyes and tongues.

  They looked him over, laughing when they saw the scalpel clutched in his hand. Two held ion blasters pointed at him, and he knew there was no way he was taking them out. Not on his own and only armed with the scalpel.

  The three Meori in front hardly had a scratch on them, but the ones in back were pooling blood on the floor. Wrylack tried not to smile at the sight. It seemed his brothers had fought hard, even if they hadn’t been victorious. Would they kill him now too?

  “The healer thinks to fight us,” the larger one up front said.

  Little did they know he could kick their asses, if it weren’t for the unfair advantage of the blasters in their hands. He might be enhanced, but he wasn’t indestructible. Going into a blaster fight with nothing more than a scalpel would get him killed.

  “Where’s my crew?” Wrylack asked.

  The alien shrugged. “Alive, but incapacitated.”

  Why hadn’t they killed everyone? What was it they wanted?

  “And your plan for us?” Wrylack asked.

  The alien smiled, his pointed teeth showing. “The others will be dropped at Alpha9, for a fee of course, and we’re commandeering this ship. You, however… “ The alien looked him over again. “We need a medic. Ours died and since your cyborg brothers did some damage, my crew will need to be tended. Serve us well and you will be rewarded.”

  Wrylack could read between the lines. Service would be required regardless, if he wanted to live. He would imagine the reward would be his freedom. What they didn’t know was that the moment he’d laid eyes on them, he’d hacked into the telecommunications system and had the computer send a message to the commanders on Xpashta, with their present location and information on who had taken command of the ship. It wouldn’t be long before the cyborgs’ other ships were on their way to lend aid. He only hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

  One of the Meori gripped his arm tight, making the nerves in his arm go numb, and the scalpel fell from his hand, clattering to the floor. Wrylack allowed himself to be dragged through the ship and taken aboard the Meori vessel. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he could take on two ships himself, which meant he ha
d to follow orders and stay alive until backup arrived. The ship was much larger than The Sphinx and had probably once been a luxury liner, judging by the artwork on the walls and the dense carpet under his feet. Slave females of all races shuffled down the hallways and gathered in open rooms. Some were dressed in transparent tunics, and he knew they were breeding stock. The thought made him ill.

  When they reached medical, Wrylack was shoved inside, and he froze at the sight before him. Two human females lay dead, the sheets covering them stained with blood, with a third huddled in the corner, her eyes wide in fright. Blood dripped down her arm, and her clothes were torn. Anger welled inside him, and he turned to snarl at the Meori who had dragged him on board.

  “You attacked innocent females?”

  The Meori shrugged. “When we purchased them, we didn’t realize they wouldn’t be sexually compatible. Their master was raving about how good it felt to fuck them. We stopped a male from mounting the third when the first two died.”

  Wrylack was horrified and sickened. Moving slowly, he approached the female in the corner. He knelt in front of her and used his cybernetic eyes to scan her. Aside from some bruising and the bite mark on her shoulder, she seemed to be healthy. All of her organs were in good working order, and he was thankful to note she wasn’t pregnant. Judging by the scarring in her womb, even if the Meori hadn’t been able to breed with her, someone had been successful at some point. The haunted look in her eyes spoke of someone who had lived this life for a while. His heart ached for her, imagining the horrors she’d probably faced as a slave.

  Wrylack pulled aside her slave tunic and studied the bite. It was deep and the tissue around it was badly bruised. The Meori who had tried to mount her had likely bitten her to hold her in place. Wrylack hoped she’d fought like hell. No one deserved the fate of being a breeder, especially to the Meori. He stood quickly and rummaged through the cabinets until he found what he needed. With a tube of livron gel in his hand, he sank to his haunches in front of her again. Wrylack squeezed the gel onto his fingers and spread it over her wound. She flinched at his touch, but didn’t lash out at him. He knew the gel would cool the angry wound first, then numb it within minutes. If applied regularly, the wound would seal in a few days.

  “My name’s Wrylack, and I’m a medic,” he told her. “I’m going to help you.”

  “She’s useless,” the Meori said. “No sense in treating her. We’re just going to toss her out an airlock. I can’t take the chance that she would sell right away when we reach Alpha9, and I don’t intend to stay there long. She’s a waste of space.”

  Wrylack growled and glared at the Meori. “You’re not tossing her out an airlock.”

  The Meori rocked back on his heels. “You seem rather fond of her.”

  “She’s a helpless female.” Wrylack wasn’t about to admit that he thought she was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen. Looking into her eyes, he wanted to be her hero. But he was just as much a captive right now as she was. But then, if they’d met under other circumstances, how likely was it that she’d have let a cyborg get anywhere near her? Especially him with his strange-looking eyes.

  “And females are precious to your people, aren’t they?” the Meori asked slyly. Wrylack wasn’t certain he liked the look on the Meori’s face. “Do what we say, and you can keep her. Consider her your reward for good behavior.”

  Keep her? Wrylack hesitated and glanced down at the female. Her hair was black as pitch and hung in long curls down to her ass. The elfin face that peered up at him had beautiful lavender eyes, a color he’d never seen on a human before. The female’s skin was pale as ivory and had felt soft when he’d administered the gel to her wound. He lowered himself in front of her again, bracing his fist on the floor, and leaning in close. She didn’t shrink away or seem afraid of him.

  Her gaze met his. When he reached for her, smoothing her hair back from her face, she didn’t so much as flinch. “Do you know what I am?” he asked.

  “No,” she said softly.

  “I’m a Zelranian cyborg.”

  “Is that why your eyes are so different?” she asked. “They’re beautiful when they glow. Why do they only glow sometimes?”

  Her voice was soft and mesmerizing, much like her. “My eyes are cybernetic, along with my lungs and heart. My eyes glow when I’m doing a scan to check for injuries. I’m different, even from my people. Does that frighten you?” he asked.

  Her gaze strayed to the Meori in the doorway before returning to him. There was a question in her eyes that she didn’t seem to want to voice. The Meori had mentioned her previous owner had used her for sex, and the Meori had intended the same. It stood to reason she would wonder if he would hurt her if they were intimate.

  “I won’t harm you,” Wrylack assured her. “Unlike the Meori, Zelranians are compatible with humans.”

  Her cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze.

  “If they throw you out the airlock, you’ll die,” Wrylack said. “Space is cold, and your organs will begin to freeze, assuming you don’t die from asphyxiation first. I won’t force you to be mine, but it’s the only way I can save you.”

  It hadn’t occurred to him until that moment that maybe she would prefer death. It saddened him to think she might feel that way, but there was something in her eyes that said she was a fighter.

  “I’m Shaylee.” She smiled softly, seeming to accept that she was his now.

  “Shaylee.” Wrylack reached for her again, smoothing his fingers down her cheek. “I will treat you well, this I promise.”

  The Meori moved closer. “If you try anything, she dies. And it will be a painful death. We’ll make you watch as she’s mounted many times, and you see what happened to the others with just one Meori.”

  Wrylack’s jaw tensed, and he rose to his full height of well over six feet. He glared at the Meori and fought not to punch the alien. Wrylack’s bones had been replaced with metal after he’d been accepted into the Cy-Con program. In hand-to-hand combat, he had no doubt he would win. Bones easily shattered from the impact of his fist. But he also didn’t know how many Meori were on board, and knew that Shaylee would be harmed if he retaliated. That was the only thing that kept him in check right then. To even think of something so horrible happening to her, that the alien would even threaten such brutality, infuriated him.

  “I’ll do as you say. For now,” Wrylack said.

  “Then I’ll show you to your quarters. Bring your female with you.”

  Shaylee stood on legs that trembled, and Wrylack swung her up into his arms, carrying her down the corridors as he followed the Meori. Shaylee clung to him, her arms around his neck and her face pressed against him. While it had always been his duty to treat those who were injured, he’d never been responsible for a living being before. The soft female in his arms was a surprise, but a welcome one. Even if it did mean he had to serve the Meori until his fellow cyborgs could locate and rescue him. That had been his intention, but had it just been him, he might have tried escaping if the opportunity presented itself. With Shaylee, that wouldn’t be possible. He would never risk her life, not even to save his own.

  Little did the Meori know that all cyborgs were equipped with tracking devices, attached to their skeletal systems and completely undetectable by most technology. He supposed he should thank the Zelranian parliament for that, since it had been at their insistence that the trackers were installed. It meant that the parliament could locate them anytime they wished, but it wasn’t like the cyborgs were hiding. They lived their life in the open, and had lived in peace, as long as they never returned to Zelran.

  Once the other cyborgs realized The Sphinx was gone from its last location and that Wrylack was not among those left on Alpha9, they would activate his tracker and come for him. Somehow, he needed to discover how many Meori were on board this vessel, and how many others were nearby, and get that information to the commanders. He only had to keep Shaylee safe from the Meori until then. Once they were picked
up, he’d request time on Xpashta to get better acquainted with his mate.

  Mate. It didn’t seem possible that someone like him, with his strange eyes, would be holding such a delectable female, and that she was his. She was only with him as a way to live, but he knew in time he could win her affection. Wrylack would give her everything she’d ever wanted or needed. As of now, she was his top priority.

  The Meori stopped in front of a door on the second level of the ship. He placed his palm against the control panel and the door slid open. Wrylack stepped into the room, noting the large bed, bank of windows, small table and chairs, and a door he assumed led to the bathroom. It was a spacious room, compared to most ships, but probably one of the smaller ones on board. The suites of a luxury liner could be vast, but this seemed more like a common room. He crossed to the bed and eased Shaylee down onto the soft bedding, then turned to face the Meori.

  “If anyone harms her, you’ll find out exactly what I’m capable of,” Wrylack said.

  “I’m Vrek, captain of this ship. You have my word no one will touch your female. Now that they know she isn’t compatible with them, she will hold no interest for them. As long as you obey my commands.”

  “We’ll need clothing,” Wrylack said.

  Vrek nodded. “I will see if there’s anything in the cargo hold that will fit you. With your build, we may not have anything, but there are still crates down there from when we took over the vessel.”

  “My female needs clothing too, and not another slave garment.”

  “Very well. She’s not to leave these quarters unless you’re with her. You’re free to roam the ship as long as you don’t attempt to leave. Break your word to serve as our medic and she dies. While the human’s screams are unpleasing to my ears, I will listen to it in order to prove a point.”