Her Rogue Mates

by Grace Goodwin

  Blade brushed my hair to the side so he could kiss the side of my neck. “Your senses will become heightened, every part of you will be totally and completely alive. You will feel the smallest touch, your body so sensitive, so aware, that the ridges of our cocks will make you whimper and beg and scream as we fill you.” His lips lingered and the top of his fangs brushed over my skin in a deliberate tease. “You will crave our touch, and we will crave you.”

  “Just as I crave you now,” Styx added. “I only had your taste on my fingers before, and I want more. Need it.”

  I remembered Blade on his knees in the hallway at Zenith station, the skilled attention of his tongue, how Styx had fucked me with his fingers first. Licked them. Oh yes, that had been so good.

  “So you’ll bite me? Now?” I asked, a touch apprehensive. If it meant more orgasms like the ones they’d given me in that hallway, I just might consider it. Had that only been a few hours ago? But I wasn’t an idiot, and there was more at stake here than whatever was between us. “What about the Coalition? They’ll look for me eventually. What happens if I don’t return to my post? I’ve got two months left on my service contract. I can’t just not go back.”

  Styx shook his head, studied my lips. “I know, Harper. We will address these issues. I promise you, all will be well. And we won’t bite you until you are ready to be claimed. I promise, mate, that when you are ready, you will beg us for it.”

  “The others know you belong to us,” Blade added. “The piercings alone prove to the entire legion exactly what you mean to us. They are the outward sign that we are yours. Just as the scars from our bite—when the time comes—will be our visible mark upon you.”

  I glanced down at Styx’s chest, the silver posts that disappeared through each of his nipples, the flesh red and angry from the injury. I wanted to lift my hand, touch the small bar, flick it with my finger. No, I wanted to suck on them and watch his reaction, flick the sensitive area with my tongue, but I didn’t dare. “Don’t they hurt?”

  “I embrace the pain, mate. It reminds me that you are here with us, that you are ours.”

  “I don’t want my nipples pierced. Do I have to do that, too?” I was afraid of the answer. I didn’t need the old man coming back and doing the same to me.

  Styx grinned then as he slowly shook his head. “No one will touch those breasts but us. No one will cause you pain. Not while you’re mine.” His eyes narrowed, full-on alpha male issuing a proclamation like everything he said was law. And, yeah, I felt like that helpless bunny once more, facing a hungry wolf. Prey. I was prey. But I didn’t want to run. I wanted to be caught.

  “The bite will come later. For now, we will remind you that we are your mates by pleasuring you.” Styx’s voice dropped an octave, and the sound of it had me shivering.

  “Oh,” I said. I liked that idea much better than a nipple piercing.

  “It is my turn to taste you.”

  I barely frowned my confusion when Styx lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the table. With a hand on my chest, he pushed me back so I was lying down on the hard surface.

  “Styx?” I asked.

  Each guy grabbed one of my feet, worked off a shoe, dropped it to the floor. Together, they tugged off my pants.

  Blade growled as he fought the material down my legs. “No more pants for you. We need easy access to your pussy.”

  “I can’t go around half naked!” I protested, although I wasn’t putting up any kind of fight as they placed my feet on the edge of the table, intentionally very far apart. My pussy was completely open and on display. They could miss nothing.

  “Of course not,” Styx said, as he pushed a chair out of his way, his eyes on mine. “We won’t let you out of our quarters.”

  He dropped to his knees, and I had to come up onto my elbows to see him. Both of them had a hand still on the top of each of my feet.

  “I’m not in your quarters now,” I countered, stating the obvious.

  “I want your flavor on my tongue.” His free hand slid up the inside of my bare thigh, brushed over the eager folds of my pussy. “Your scream ringing in my ears.”

  “My scream?” I asked, arching my back as he learned me with his fingertips.

  “Oh, you’ll scream. I won’t let you up until you do.”

  Styx’s words were a promise, and I lowered myself back to the cold stone as he put his mouth on me and proved it.

  He had me writhing in a matter of seconds, my hips rising into his every lick.

  “I told you she was sweet,” Blade said. “Sensitive.”

  Styx growled as he sucked on my clit and slipped a finger into me.

  “Oh god,” I moaned.

  I was wet. I could feel it, and I was sure Styx could taste it. The sound of his mouth on me filled the room. I tried to grip the table, but I had no purchase, my fingers sweaty.

  Styx lifted his head, and I cried out.

  “Shh,” Blade soothed, his calloused hand sliding up and down my calf. “He’ll take care of you.”

  I believed him, but I wasn’t sure if I would survive. I’d been so close to coming when Styx pulled away. The bastard.

  But when he slipped his thumb into my pussy, I felt something pressing against my bottom. A slick finger.

  “Styx!” I cried out.

  “You said you’ve been with two men,” he said, his voice coming from between my spread thighs. “Ever been taken here?”

  His finger circled, then pressed in, gently yet insistently. My body instinctively resisted, but it also knew the pleasure to be had and relented, the digit sliding in up to the first knuckle.

  I nodded my head as I clenched down.

  “Good, then you won’t need to be trained.”

  Blade’s palm squeezed my leg, and Styx lowered his head, taking my clit into his mouth and giving it firm suction.

  This wasn’t Styx getting a taste of me. This was an all-out assault. I couldn’t hold anything back, the pleasure too great. His tongue was skilled on my clit, his finger and thumb sliding in and out in an alternating motion that mimicked what they would do with their cocks. They’d claim me together, and they knew I’d done it before. In college, I’d paired up with a couple of guys who were roommates in my dorm. We’d had some fun together, enough that the thought of sharing Styx and Blade that way nearly overloaded my system.

  I liked what he was doing to me right now. Not liked it. Loved it. I couldn’t hold back. Styx wouldn’t let me.

  My body coiled tight, my skin heated, my mind completely blank. The pleasure overwhelmed, coalesced and burst. I came on a scream. Hard. So hard that I saw white behind my eyelids. My fingers and toes tingled.

  Once wasn’t enough for them it seemed because while Styx eased up on his attentions while I came, he didn’t stop. In fact, the second I exhaled and slumped on the table, he revived his assault. I came again, almost instantly.

  Then again.

  Only when I was a sweaty, wilted mess did he stand up, pull me from the table and toss me over his shoulder.

  “Styx! Where are you taking me?” I asked, feeling the cool air on my swollen, very wet pussy.

  “Our quarters to fuck you.”

  “People will see,” I replied. I was barely coherent after the overload of pleasure, but I knew I didn’t want to be shared. Or carried bare ass naked through the hallway.

  “Our personal quarters are attached,” he countered. It was only then I paid enough attention to notice we weren’t going out the door I’d entered with Blade, but through a different one I hadn’t noticed before.

  “Why didn’t we come into the meeting this way?” I asked Blade.

  Styx slapped my bare bottom playfully, the sting adding to the bursting excess of sensation running through my body. “These are our private quarters. No one sees inside. Anyone but you, I or Blade enters without permission, it’s a death sentence.”

  “What?” Was he kidding me? “That’s crazy.” I was tossed down on a bed, bounced once and they w
ere upon me. My shirt was off, my bra gone before I could even organize my thoughts.

  “That’s Styx.” Blade was grinning. “He likes his privacy.” He bent down and sucked my nipple into his mouth, just for a moment, before releasing the sensitive peak. The action almost like a hello. “I thought he was overzealous, but I find now that I agree. I don’t like the idea of anyone entering our quarters with you here. Naked. In our bed.”

  “Where we intend to keep you.” Styx stood at the end of the bed, his hungry gaze devouring every naked inch of me. “Perfect. Just where we want you.”

  The bed was big, plush and black. I’d barely caught a glimpse of the living area as he carried me through it. Dark furniture, thick and piled with pillows. I got a sense of comfort, lavish attention paid to the details. Just like in this room.

  While everything about Styx screamed hard, judgmental, efficient, everything around me seemed to be the opposite. Soft. Luxurious. Welcoming. If Styx’s persona was the hard candy coating, his personal space was the soft, melted caramel of my new favorite treat.

  Chapter Eight

  Blade

  I’d never been so hard in my life. Our mate was perfect. Gorgeous. Brave. Passionate. Eager. Cautious.

  Different.

  And the fact that she cared for her MedRec team had me respecting her more. But if she thought she would be the one who would go after them, to find them and face Cerberus and whatever fucked-up plans they had, she was very, very wrong.

  Ivar and the Hunters would find out the truth. We just had to stay out of their way and let them do what they were good at. In the meantime, we would learn everything there was to learn about Harper.

  She wasn’t like any potential Hyperion mate. She wasn’t even like Katie, the only other female I’d encountered from Earth. Katie had been a virgin, inexperienced and unclaimed. Her mate, Bryn, would have had to teach her pleasure slowly, walk a fine line between seduction and fear.

  I did not want to hold back. I did not want to be careful. I wanted to devour our mate. Feast on her. Push her limits. See just how far she could go without shattering with orgasm. As ideas flooded my mind, images of our mate in various positions, writhing and wet and taking us both, I was grateful to the gods themselves that Harper was not a virgin.

  Not at all. I knew some who wanted innocence, who wanted to be the first to open up his mate’s pussy, who were envious of past lovers, jealousy their constant companion. I internally shrugged at the idea. Any Earthling Harper had been with was just practice for her. They meant nothing. They were nothing because they weren’t me and Styx.

  She was experienced, but she had never come so easily or so beautifully for any of the lovers in her past. I had no proof, but I knew nonetheless.

  Harper was ours. Because she’d been with two men before, her ass had been prepared. She knew what it would be like to be with us—at least in concept. Reality with Styx and I would be completely different.

  We didn’t have to hold back, to be gentle when we knew she wanted rough. We could be bold, explore the depth of her submission without managing the anxiety or uncertainty of a mild, fearful virgin.

  We weren’t tame. We weren’t the males to introduce a female to fucking.

  No. We’d eaten Harper out, made her come, but we’d yet to fuck her. In the proverbial buffet of sexual options, we’d only had an appetizer.

  The way she looked up at us from Styx’s bed, naked and eager, there was no doubt she wanted more as much as we did. She was small, over a head shorter than either of us. Her pale skin blushed a pretty pink from her cheeks and neck up over the swells of her breasts. And her breasts?

  Fuck.

  Lush and a perfect handful. I knew since I’d cupped them in my palms while in the hallway of the canteen, but that had been over her uniform. Now, they were bare, and I could see her dark pink nipples, tightly furrowed. They were begging to be played with, to be pinched, sucked, licked and even clamped. She wasn’t solid muscle, hard like many Hyperion women, all bones and angles. No, she had soft curves, a belly that was slightly rounded, hips full and wide. And an ass that would perfectly cushion my hips as I took her there.

  I groaned thinking about spanking it, seeing my handprint bloom. To take her from behind, to fuck her pussy as I gripped her hips. To claim that readied ass.

  “Do you trust us to pleasure you?” I asked, removing my comm unit from my wrist, tossing it onto a nearby table. My patience—albeit meager as I’d watched Styx have his turn at her pussy—was gone.

  My balls ached to sink into her. My palms itched to feel her soft, heated skin.

  She looked up at me, her lips parted, her green eyes wide with a mix of desire and eagerness. She knew we weren’t done, even though she’d come three times.

  “Yes,” she said, coming up onto her knees, her eyes on my chest.

  The piercings throbbed, but not as much as my cock.

  “I…I want to touch you.”

  I put my hands out to my sides, grinned. “I’m all yours.”

  Styx laughed, toed off his boots. “Don’t worry, mate. You can have your way with us. Any way you want.”

  “I have no idea why, but I want to put my mouth on your piercings,” she admitted, and my cock pulsed against my pants. “They’re so damn hot, but I’m a healer. I don’t want them to get infected.”

  Styx went over to a wall unit, opened one of the doors and pulled out a ReGen wand. The blue light came on and he waved it over one piercing, then the other, before tossing it to me to use next. It took only seconds to heal the minor tissue damage.

  “There. All healed.” He walked to the edge of the bed and dropped down, turning to his back with his head on the pillows. His legs were bent and his feet hung off the side so not to bump Harper. “Have at us.”

  When I was done, I dropped the wand beside my comm unit and came to stand at the foot of the bed, just out of her reach. I kept my hands at my sides. Waited.

  She glanced over her shoulder at Styx, then at me. She chose me to be first, perhaps because I was closer, and crawled over so she could flick her tongue against the embedded metal.

  It was almost impossible to keep from grabbing her and tossing her onto the bed beside Styx and fucking her.

  “Like them?”

  Her hands came to rest on my chest to give herself balance. She moaned, and I felt it all the way to my balls.

  “I had no idea piercings on a guy could be so hot,” she murmured.

  Her mouth was soft and wet, her tongue flicking out and she even tugged. When she switched to the other piercing, I let her have a few seconds of play and that was it. I grabbed her hips, tossed her onto the bed.

  She bounced, and I reveled in the way her breasts swayed and her legs fell open.

  Styx took the opportunity to pounce, climbing on top of her and kissing her, stifling her cry of surprise. His knee nudged hers apart, opening her up so his hips could settle between her parted thighs.

  He kissed along her jaw, down her neck, even grazing his teeth over the spot where he would someday soon bite her, on his way down to her nipples.

  “We like nipples, too,” he said before taking one hard tip into his mouth. He tugged and pulled it taut.

  I watched her back arch and her fingers tangle in his hair as I shucked my boots and pants. My cock bobbed toward her as if it knew exactly what it wanted.

  Harper.

  “I thought…I thought I could have my way with you,” she replied, her voice breathy, her eyes slipping closed.

  Styx lifted himself up onto his hands, looming over her. “If you can still think, we’re not doing it right.”

  I sat down on the side of the bed, tucked my hands under her arms and lifted her up. Styx shifted, allowing me to pull her so she was resting against me, my front to her back. She settled between my parted legs, my cock nestled against her back.

  “This is going to be fast, mate. One of these days, when we’re not so desperate to sink into your tight body, we’ll let y
ou be in charge.”

  I laughed at his statement, even as I hooked my foot over her ankle, nudged her wider. “We’ll always be desperate to sink into you. Pussy or ass,” I replied, curling my hips so she felt the hard swell of my cock.

  She whimpered as Styx moved closer and settled between her thighs, gripped the base of his cock and slid it through her swollen folds.

  “Or mouth,” Styx added. “Pussy first. Ready, mate?”

  She nodded against my chest, her hair silky soft.

  Styx didn’t hesitate, only lined himself up and thrust deep in one stroke.

  His eyes fell closed, and he groaned as his cock disappeared inside our mate. Harper arched her back and pressed her head against me. Gripping the back of one knee, I pulled it up and back, giving Styx more room.

  He was braced on his hands and knees, fucking her. Hard. Her breasts swayed, soft cries of pleasure escaped her throat as he took her.

  “So tight. So wet. Perfect,” Styx said. Dark, dirty words as he pummeled her.

  “Good?” I asked, my lips sliding over the curve of her ear.

  “So good,” she replied.

  “Our mate likes it rough.”

  Styx grinned, but he was too lost in his own need to do more.

  “You’ll come, Harper,” I commanded.

  If she weren’t being fucked, she’d probably give me an evil stare for being bossy, but I knew she liked it. Especially now when we were giving her exactly what she needed. She was safe between us, safe to feel what she wanted, to say what she wanted, to come. Even if it was wild and wet, dirty and hot as fuck.

  She didn’t scream this time. Instead, her breath was trapped, her body taut against mine as she came. Sweat bloomed on her skin, and we were slick together, the feel of her sliding over my new piercings making pre-cum seep from my cock and coat her back.

  I imagined the feel of Harper’s pussy milking Styx’s cock as she came, finishing him. He came on a deep thrust and a growl. His fangs came out, and he angled his head back as he pumped into her.