Mastered by Her Mates (Interstellar Bride Book 0)

by Grace Goodwin

  The hand on my back held me down, and I realized I had nowhere to go, no option but to submit as fire raced through my bloodstream and wet welcome coated my thighs. I cried out, not in upset or pain over the spanking, but with pleasure. Incredible, perfect, painful pleasure. God, this was so messed up, and I didn’t care.

  I was so fucking hot I was about to orgasm, and I didn’t fucking care.

  My mind went blissfully, utterly blank.

  My body slumped in submission, eager for the next sharp sting of his spanking, of his dominance, eager for the final sensual bite of pain that would make me come.

  Chapter Eleven

  Amanda

  The sharp pleasure of his hand on my ass never came and I whimpered a protest.

  Pushing against the floor, I tried to lift myself from Grigg’s lap.

  “Hold still. I’m not finished with you.”

  I froze instantly, completely at his mercy, the commanding tone of his voice made my pussy tighten around frustrating emptiness. I wanted his cock. Now.

  He reached for the object on the small table, the one I’d ignored earlier, and I realized it was one of the butt plugs from the box.

  I dropped my head, unwilling to protest, because the truth was, I wanted it in my ass as he fucked me, and he would fuck me, eventually. The lust coming off him through the collar made me heady. I wanted the sensation of being completely full, stretched, claimed just as I’d enjoyed last night.

  He made quick work of spreading my ass cheeks and working the lubricant into my body with one hard, thick finger. I breathed through his attentions. The plug, when it came, was bigger, wider and I knew he’d chosen one of the plugs with a bulbous head, one with a flat end that would hold the plug in place but allow it to move a bit within me as he fucked me with his cock.

  The very idea made me whimper and I gripped his lower leg with one hand.

  “That’s right, mate. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Your ass is mine.”

  His words made me squirm, and push back onto the object stretching me open. Grigg worked the plug into me slowly, carefully until my muscles gave way and it slid inside, deep inside, my body closing around it once more until the much thinner end rested against my ass, holding it in place. I groaned at how filled I was. Already I could feel the pressure increase inside my pussy and wondered how I could withstand the thick length of his cock filling me, too.

  Would my body ache as he fucked me? And why did the idea of a little more pain mixed with my pleasure make me desperate to find out?

  “Fuck me, Grigg. Please.” I was so far past the embarrassment of begging.

  My mate’s answer was to spank my bottom again, the butt plug making the force of his palm transfer to my pussy, too. A cry escaped my lips.

  “What were you doing with the box, Amanda?”

  Damn it! Back to this? My frustration climbed to the breaking point and I felt tears gather in my eyes. “Nothing, okay? I was being stupid.” I meant every word, and Grigg must have felt my truth through his collar, for the spanking stopped and I was lifted, carried to the wall near the far side of the bed.

  Grigg set me down on my feet facing the wall and I reached around to rub the soreness from my bare bottom. But Grigg had other ideas, grabbing my wrists, and as I looked over my shoulder at him, his eyes were almost black with intensity. “No. Your pain is mine. Your pleasure is mine.”

  God, he was an animal, so carnal and primitive and I loved it.

  He slowly shook his head. “You do not touch yourself.”

  Right. I’d forgotten that one. So what was I supposed to do, let my butt burn?

  He didn’t leave me to wonder. He opened a small compartment in the wall to reveal a stationary set of cuffs attached to metal anchors just above shoulder height. In seconds, my wrists were bound by the alien version of cuffs. He pulled my hips backwards, a hand on my back so I bent at the hips, my arms stretched out above my head, the cuffs holding my wrists to the wall. The toy attached to my nipples hung low, tightened, released and clung, hanging on with the strange suction I’d not felt before.

  I was just recovering from that when Grigg opened another storage space beneath the bed and removed a large bar and another set of cuffs, these for my ankles. I didn’t fight him as he shoved my feet wide and strapped me in, the spreader bar would prevent me from closing my legs, from denying him anything he wanted.

  * * *

  Grigg

  My mate’s bare bottom was pink from her punishment, the butt plug firmly in place, increasing her pleasure, readying her body for the claiming, for Rav and me to fill her with both of our cocks. Her ankles cuffed and spread wide for my pleasure. I had bent her over, her ass in the air, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her, her long, elegant arms reaching the wall where another set of cuffs held her in place. Her exotic black hair rested against her paler skin, a frame for her beauty.

  Our collars kept me in tune to her every desire, every reaction. I was pushing her, but I would know the second she was afraid, the second I took her beyond what she could handle. But her emotions were a confusing storm of lust and shame, frustration and desire, longing and guilt. No fear. My little human spy was cracking open, losing herself to me, but it wasn’t enough. She still fought for control, and me? I wanted everything.

  She was mine. All mine. Every beautiful, soft, wet, perfect fucking inch of her.

  “Mine.” I growled the word as I stepped forward, nudged the entrance of her pussy with my cock. The word sent a thrill through her, so I pushed deep in one slow, relentless stroke and tugged her hair, pulling her head up, angling it so she looked back over her shoulder, into my eyes as I repeated it. “Mine. Fucking mine.”

  Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist and I groaned with satisfaction at her response. She was so wet, so fucking hot. Her inner walls instantly rippled and clenched down on my cock.

  I kept one hand in her hair, kept her eyes on mine as I shifted my stance, going deeper, lifting her feet off the floor with every thrust of my hard cock. I considered reaching beneath her to stroke her clit, but fucked her harder instead, barely able to withstand the added pressure of the plug. She was tight without it, with it?

  Gods. So tight. So wet. So hot.

  I slapped her ass just hard enough to offer her a slight sting of sensation on her already sore bottom, just hard enough to remind her that I was in control, that she was mine to do with as I pleased. My reward flooded our connection as she groaned, tilting her hips to take me deeper. Her juices flooded over my cock.

  Desperation clouded her mind, the need to come filling her up and spilling over to me through our link.

  One touch on her clit, one, and I knew she would shatter in my arms. But I didn’t do that. Not this time. This time I wanted my seed to explode inside her, the bonding essence to saturate her senses, force her to come, over and over.

  The thought of my seed inside her was all it took. My balls tightened, my cum shot forth and I emptied into her, roaring my release.

  She held perfectly still, as if frozen solid or in shock as my seed filled her, as my claim grew stronger.

  I felt her release rise within her like an ion blast shot into space, but she denied herself, held back. For me.

  “Please.” She waited, the one word a whimper of need.

  I hadn’t given her permission to let go.

  In that moment, I was lost. I’d admired her, thought her beautiful, intelligent, brave. But this one act turned all those emotions to something so blinding and humbling, I knew I’d never felt it before. Love. It had to be love.

  I draped my chest over her back and kissed her cheek softly, her face still turned to me, her hair still captured in my solid fist. One kiss, and I set her free.

  “Come for me, love. Come now. I’ve got you.”

  Her body exploded and I covered her, wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her tight, grounded her as she broke into a million pieces in my arms. When one wave of release ended, all I needed to do
was shift my hips and she shattered again. Twice. Three times.

  My cock hardened inside her, ready to fuck her again. I did, softly this time, barely moving as the swollen walls of her pussy held me tight, milking me with such intense pleasure I did not want to pull free of her wet heat. Gods, she was perfect.

  Releasing my hold on her hair, I moved my hands to cup her breasts, removing the nipple toy so I could play there myself, gently pulling and tugging, cupping and caressing as her ass squirmed and wiggled under my hips, her back so soft and long, elegant and curved under my chest.

  She moved too much and I bit her shoulder to hold her in place, some long-buried animalistic instinct rising to cloud my mind as I emptied my seed into her pussy a second time.

  Her next release was hard and fast and I did not want her to hold back. I knew she could not fight the bonding power of my seed, for it was too strong, too intense. She had no choice but to come. Her cries echoed through our bedchamber like the sweetest fucking music I’d ever heard and I knew I would never get enough of her. Never give her up.

  When our breathing slowed I released her from her bonds and carefully removed the plug from her ass. The moment I was done, I pulled her into my arms and settled us on the bed for much needed recovery.

  She curled against me like a contented pet and I stroked her sweaty back, her cheek, every bit of skin I could reach and marveled at the depth of my devotion. I knew my feelings would come to her through the collar, and I welcomed the bond. And yet, I had not forgotten the fact that my little mate was most definitely spy for her world, sent here to infiltrate and betray me.

  But I no longer cared. She’d been tested and matched. While there were ulterior motives perhaps, to her transport, there was no denying our connection. She was mine, I simply needed to work to gain her loyalty, her trust. The rest would fall away. I wanted her love, but I was a realistic man. That would take time I may not have. The combat units from her world were scheduled to arrive in two days. For the first time, I regretted my decision to allow them to transport so soon for I had no doubt there would be additional spies among Earth’s soldiers. I was running out of time to win my mate, for there was no doubt they would attempt to sway her to their way of thinking. They would push her to work for Earth’s best interest, not hers.

  Her best interest? To be with her mates, the two males in the entire universe that were perfect for her.

  I covered us with the soft blue blanket and contentment filled me as her arm snaked across my chest, her leg entwined with mine. Her mind was blank, empty. Happy. The feeling was addicting, and I knew I would destroy worlds to keep her right here, in my arms. Even as I entertained that thought, I knew I was about to ruin the moment.

  “Amanda.”

  “Hmm?”

  “I think we need to talk.”

  Her body tensed and I cursed myself a fool, but there was no getting around this. I had to know the truth. I needed her to trust me enough to tell me the truth. If what we just shared didn’t show the connection and trust that could be between us, I wasn’t sure what would.

  “Okay. What do you want to talk about?” She shoved against my chest and I let her go, watched as she sat up and scooted to the head of the bed, pulling the blanket up to completely cover herself. I hated myself a little bit in that moment. Why couldn’t I just enjoy the moment, the feel of her so soft and content in my arms? Even for five damn minutes?

  Because I was a commander, responsible for thousands of soldiers, and billions of lives on the worlds we protected in this sector of space. Because I wanted the truth from her, to know that while the connection we shared while fucking was real, if it was still secondary to her main goal, to spy for her planet, to betray the Coalition and me.

  Hell, I wanted her only goal to be to formally mate with me and Rav, to accept our claim, to stay forever.

  Until she made her choice, I couldn’t ignore the threat she presented.

  “What is it, Grigg? I can feel your mind working.”

  “Rav contacted Warden Egara on Earth.”

  “He did? Why?” Anxiety spiked through her, and I knew Rav had been right.

  Moving to sit beside her, I leaned my back against the wall but did not cover myself. I was a warrior, not a maiden. And if my cock was semi-hard for her again already, if it was still sticky with her arousal and my seed, then perhaps that would help me convince her that she mattered to me, that I cared for her more than I would have liked under the circumstances.

  “He was curious about you, about where you came from, how you were chosen to be the first bride from your world.”

  She nibbled at her bottom lip and clenched the sheet tightly to her breasts, the knuckles turning white. “I’m not that interesting.”

  “On the contrary, I think an operative with a government agency assigned to infiltrate and spy on an alien battleship is incredibly interesting.”

  She froze, her dark eyes hidden as she blinked slowly, shock and relief bombarding me through the collar in equal measure. “What?”

  “You heard me, mate.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I rolled my shoulders. “I see you desire another spanking.”

  “No!” Her denial was sharp and immediate.

  “Lies, Amanda. No more lies. What have you sent home to your precious agency?”

  Her shoulders shuddered and I wanted to pump my fist with victory as I felt her make the decision to talk to me. “Nothing.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “Look, this whole Interstellar Coalition thing is new to us. We’ve never seen any evidence of the supposed Hive attack on Earth. Hell, we’ve never seen any evidence of the Hive’s existence at all. You come to Earth and demand women and soldiers for protection.” She lifted her hands, the first two fingers of each making a strange curling motion as she said the word. “It’s all just a bit far-fetched and convenient for the Coalition forces. It’s like a mafia shakedown for protection money.”

  I had no idea what half of her words referred to, but I’d caught the meaning behind her words. Earth did not believe us. “The Hive is very real, Amanda. I’ve been fighting them almost all my life.”

  She drew her knees up toward her chin and rested her bent arms atop them, her cheek resting on top as she turned her head to study me. “So you say, Grigg. But if the threat were real, why not give Earth weapons to defend itself? At the very least, share some of the healing technology I’ve seen here. The ReGen technology alone could save millions of lives.”

  Amanda’s dark eyes were so serious, so contemplative, and I realized I enjoyed this side of her as much as I enjoyed the wild seductress who submitted to my sexual needs so beautifully. This was the leader I needed for my people, the true Lady Zakar I had begun to worry she might never be.

  My hand shook as I lifted my fingers to stroke the delicate arch of her cheekbone, trace the fine line of her face. She did not pull away or deny me, simply watched me with the quiet intelligence I had begun to both expect and admire.

  “Our Regeneration technology could save millions of lives, love, but it could be used to murder millions more. That is why we do not think it wise to share with the leaders of your world. They squabble over land and religion, fighting wars and killing tens of thousands while they already possess the technology to feed the hungry, heal their sick, care for all the citizens of Earth. They do not respect each other equally, do not educate their people, do not honor or protect their women. We would be fools to give such a powerful weapon to such primitive minds.”

  I watched her as she considered my words, weighed them for truth and accepted what I said. I did not lie, and our collars would transmit my sincerity to her as clearly as it sent her doubts back to me.

  “What about the Hive?”

  My thumb found her bottom lip and stayed, teasing the plump softness until she opened, letting me in just enough to nip at me with her teeth. “I do not want you anywhere near those ev
il bastards. But if you require proof, I will take you to the command deck with me in the morning. Our warriors are scheduled to destroy one of their Integration Units. I will show you what you want to see, Amanda, but you will not find what you seek.”

  “And what is that?”

  “Confirmation of Earth’s hope that the threat was fabricated. The Hive are dangerous and terrifying. Our warriors prefer death to capture. They consume all life they encounter with a ruthlessness that can only be created by the mind of a machine. You are suspicious now, love. But tomorrow you will be terrified.”

  She lifted her chin, my finger falling away. “At least I’ll know the truth.”

  I shook my head and pulled her back into my arms, where she belonged. “No. You already know the truth. You already know what I tell you is accurate. The world you came from, those people you worked for—who think you still work for them—are no longer yours. You are Prillon now. You are a warrior bride of Prillon Prime, the Lady Zakar. I am telling you the truth. We are the truth. You are living the truth here, now, with us. You just don’t want to accept it.”

  She didn’t respond, for what could she say? She couldn’t debate further, for her data was one sided. Tomorrow, when I took her to the command deck, when she had all the information she needed to make a qualified judgment, then we could discuss further.

  Amanda drifted to sleep in my arms and I stared at the ceiling until Rav returned from working his shift. He took one look at us, the forgotten toys still laying on the floor, and chuckled. “You wear her out?”

  “She told me the truth,” I replied, my voice dipped low as not to wake her.

  That got Rav’s attention. “She admitted to being a spy?”

  “Yes. I’m taking her to the command deck in the morning so she can watch the battle wings hit their closest Integration Unit.”

  Rav grimaced and shucked his clothes. “That’ll turn her stomach. We lost an entire wing last week.”