The safehouse became their temporary sanctuary for three days. Three days of stolen rest, fierce planning, and even fiercer intimacy. The city outside remained in turmoil—Helix’s collapse created power vacuums that gangs, surviving enforcers, and the new echoes fought to fill. Ryker and Lira ventured out only at night, gathering supplies and intelligence while the Code inside Ryker continued its slow, insidious integration.
Each night ended the same way.
On the second night, they barely made it through the door before Ryker had Lira pinned against it. He took her standing up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her with deep, relentless strokes. The Code made his c**k throb with internal heat, pulsing in time with her moans. She came twice before he filled her again, their
