Third Scene From Chasing Mayhem

By on August 29, 2016

Chasing Mayhem, the next cyborg story, is releasing on September 13th (it is available for pre-order now). This week, I’m sharing the third scene.

Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/08/15/first-scene-from-chasing-mayhem/

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Glaring white sand blew around giant boulders of the same color. The sun shone down on them. The sky was the cloudless blue of infinite possibilities.

Imee hadn’t yet arrived. Mayhem sucked back his disappointment. They’d landed the ship an easy cyborg run away from the settlement, trying to hide their sole means of off-planet transportation in the middle of four massive rock formations.

Those precautions hadn’t worked. Kralj had somehow located them.

Mayhem glanced at Menace. Their foe was unknown and that increased the danger of the mission. Kralj accessed our systems. He knew things we didn’t share with him. He’s not a simple humanoid. Conceal your footprints and pay attention to your surroundings.

Menace dipped his head. Be as wary, my friend. The warrior jogged away from him, slowly accelerating. He might not be expecting me but he IS expecting you to be here and he knows this terrain.

The warrior disappeared from view, moving at cyborg speed through a narrow corridor of stone leading in and out of the space.

That was the only opening. If it were blocked, they could climb the rock, go over that natural barrier. They were cyborgs. Humans couldn’t scale it, not unaided.

Mayhem would keep the passageway open for Imee. He placed sensors around the ship, activating a containment field few could penetrate.

Imee was his female, the one being capable of bearing his offspring. But their genetic compatibility wouldn’t earn him her loyalty, her respect, her love. She was an unknown and could be as dangerous, as deadly as Kralj, the being she served.

Mayhem would observe her before he made her aware of his presence.

And he would have some fun with his female. He stepped heavily in the sand, walking from the containment field near the ship’s ramp to one of the rock facings. Then he concealed the rest of the footprints.

He laughed softly to himself. She’d think he had disappeared into the stone.

He slid into a shadowed crevice in one of the other rocks and waited.

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His female was in no rush to meet with him. The blazing hot sun had moved to the midpoint of the sky before she arrived.

He heard the hum of an engine in the distance. The sound faded too soon. His cautious female must have abandoned her transport far from the opening.

A scent drifted on the breeze, the most delectable aroma he’d ever experienced. Mayhem gulped mouthfuls of air, drawing her musk into his lungs. Frag. His cock was as hard as a dagger, pressing against his body armor.

No breeding, he reminded himself.

They would have an almost endless lifespan to enjoy each other physically. There wouldn’t be much else to do while they were trapped on the Homeland, protected to the point of boredom.

First, he’d enjoy himself, see the galaxy, face unknown opponents, be free.

After he’d satisfied his curiosity about his female.

Sand crunched, Imee’s tread light yet detectable. What would she look like? Mayhem craned his neck, watching the opening. Energy coursed through his circuits.

There was a glimpse of white, a brim of a head covering, the curve of fabric stretched over rounded metal. A helmet poked out of the shadows. It wasn’t very high off the ground. His female was short.

The helmet didn’t move.

Moments stretched.

The helmet shook once, twice, the action unnatural.

It moved farther out of the passageway. Sunlight reflected off the barrel of a long gun.

The helmet was a decoy, designed to determine if he’d shoot at her. Mayhem grinned. She was clever and he couldn’t resist having more fun with her.

He sprinted across the sand, darting from patch of shade to patch of shade. The helmet didn’t move, his female unaware of his approach. He snatched the headgear from its perch on top of the long gun, dropped it three strides away from the passageway, and then ran back to his crevice.

The gun withdrew. “What happened?” Imee’s sweet voice was edged with bewilderment. “Where did my helmet go?”

She peeked out of her hiding place and Mayhem sucked in his breath.

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Read the fourth scene here (available September 5th): http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/09/05/fourth-scene-from-chasing-mayhem/

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Wild. Free. Hers.

Mayhem has spent his lengthy lifespan obeying the Humanoid Alliance’s rules. Finally free from their cruel control, the cyborg warrior plans to cause chaos. He infiltrates a remote settlement, provokes the savage locals until they want him dead, and allows himself to be captured by the sexiest little Retriever he has ever laid his mechanically-enhanced eyes on.

Imee’s sole mission in life is to keep her family alive. To do this, she must hunt rebels, returning them to the Humanoid Alliance’s evil clutches where they will be executed. She doesn’t allow herself to feel anything for her targets…until she meets a tall, muscular cyborg with wild hair and even wilder eyes.

With his sure hands, laughing lips and erotic holds, Mayhem makes Imee’s body sizzle and her resistance melt. Their love is doomed. She must deliver the warrior to his death or she’ll place her family’s safety at risk. But she can’t resist him.

Imee soon discovers that Mayhem, life, and love are never predictable.

Chasing Mayhem is Book 6 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STANDALONE story.
It is also a BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

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