Fighting For Their Mate

by Grace Goodwin

  “I’m…I’m to ride a desk. Nothing dangerous.” I could barely get the words out.

  Seth leaned in, slid my hair to the side, his mouth skating along my neck. “You accepted the collars and the match before Karter’s job offer. We’re your priority. And we’re going to remind you of that right now.”

  “Okay,” I replied. What else could I say when just Dorian’s fingertip was enough to push me to the brink of orgasm?

  “As I said, mate, we will make you forget everything but our names.” I watched heat flare in Dorian’s eyes as he said that.

  “Yes,” I replied, my eyelids drooping with the haze of need. I wanted just what they were offering. Shifting my hips, I began to ride that one digit, to fuck it.

  A swat to my ass had me startling. The sharp sting of it having me cry out. To clench down on Dorian’s finger.

  To come.

  I succumbed to the pleasure, the brightness of it, the sharp pain of the spanking. It all morphed and I felt the languid pleasure roll through me. My knees went weak and I placed a hand on Dorian’s bare shoulder to steady me.

  As soon as the feelings ebbed, another palm landed on my ass.

  “Did we say you could come, sweetheart?”

  Seth. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t have ingrained customs as Dorian and the Prillons that he was the one who was the Dominant. That’s what he was, his true colors. He wanted to master me, not only because he got off on it, but because I did, too. He knew it made me hot.

  Hell, one quick spanking and it pushed me over the edge. I’d barely been spanked before, so I had no idea it was a kink I liked. But with Seth? I pushed my ass back, at least as far as I could since I was still riding Dorian’s finger.

  He slid from me and stuck it in his mouth, sucked and licked it clean.

  Seth’s hand came down but on the other butt cheek. I gasped, feeling my breasts sway from the impact. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? You don’t have to say it, we know because of the collars. We can feel how your body heated, your pussy got wet. Hell, you came because of a little hint of pain.”

  Dorian grinned as he studied my face. “Bend over, mate, and suck my cock.”

  Seth laughed as I knew he could feel the wave of desire that coursed through all three of us at Dorian’s words. Without realizing it, I licked my lips.

  I did as Dorian said, placing my hands high on his thighs and leaning down. His cock was right there, ready for me. I swirled my tongue over the tip like a lollipop, licking up all his pre-cum.

  “I taste you on my tongue and with that hot mouth of yours, I’m not going to last.”

  Dorian’s words had me smiling around the thick crown. Power swelled through me, at least until Seth spanked my upturned ass again, and I took the cock deep into my throat.

  “Fuck,” Dorian groaned. I felt his bolt of pleasure as I swallowed and tightened around him.

  Retreating, I took a breath. Seth moved away. I couldn’t see him from my position, so I focused on Dorian’s cock. If I could get him to come, it would show that I could still be in charge. That I had the power.

  “Topping from the bottom,” Seth said, coming back into the room. “I sense it. You want to get Dorian off to prove something, not to make him feel good.”

  Was I?

  I pulled back, took him from my mouth completely as I looked up at him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, held me in place.

  “I just wanted you to come,” I admitted.

  “Because?” he asked, pushing.

  “Because I could make you.”

  He gave a soft smile, pulled me up by the back of my head so he could kiss me. I tasted myself on his tongue, our flavors mingling. Salty, musky. Potent.

  When he pulled back, his pale eyes held mine, our lips only an inch apart. “We’re taking control, mate. Not because we’re stronger, but because you’ll give it to us. A gift. And when you suck my cock, that mouth will be offered for my pleasure. And yours in the service of the act.”

  “Submission,” I said, the word sliding off my tongue as my arousal slid down my thigh. Yes, I wanted them to be in control. I wanted him to fuck my mouth instead of the other way around.

  “We’ll take your worries, your burdens. Everything. All you have to do is obey. Submit,” Seth said.

  “Feel,” Dorian added.

  “Yes,” I repeated, wanting that with a longing that made my pussy ache. My clit throb.

  “Yes, sir,” he clarified. “Or yes, mate. Nothing else.”

  His deep voice settled me into my role as much as being between them. I had a commander with professional aspirations for me. A weighty role I hadn’t asked for but was forced into. I wanted it. Oh, I wanted to be needed again. It felt heady to be so desired.

  But that was as a fighter. An I.C. specialist.

  Not as me. My name could have been interchanged with anyone else on my team and Karter would have been equally thrilled to have him or her on board.

  But Seth and Dorian wanted me. Me! Only me.

  I’d been matched to them. I was theirs. So submitting to them wasn’t a choice I thought of. It just was. Subconscious. Deep within me. I didn’t need to control Dorian by an incredible blow job. He’d come, sure. But if I offered my mouth to him, my laving tongue, my throat, he’d still come, but I’d be gifting him, just as he said, with my service of the act.

  Outside these quarters, I was Commander Phan. Here, now, naked and exposed, vulnerable, I was Chloe Phan, mate. They wanted only what I could give them. No one else. They wanted the most precious gift of all, the one that was the most difficult to give but the most precious to receive. My will.

  “Yes, sir,” I said, meeting Dorian’s gaze, giving him a quick nod. I looked over my shoulder at Seth. “Yes, mate.”

  I felt the thrill, the heat, the need circle between us through the collar just before a resounding sense of authority drift over me.

  Not mine.

  Theirs.

  I didn’t have to worry about working in the Coalition again. I didn’t have to worry about what was in my file. Or Bruvan. Or being knowledgeable as a codebreaker, the lives that were at stake if I made a mistake. The baby they wanted to make with me. I didn’t have to worry about anything but what Dorian and Seth said next.

  “Suck me, mate.”

  I lowered my head again to Dorian’s cock. This time, with a gracious heart, an open spirit and a need to bring him pleasure.

  “Yes, mate. Just like that. Good girl.”

  I felt Seth’s hand slide over my pussy lips, wet and slick proving I was ready for them. I gasped at the gentle feel, which only made Dorian groan.

  He had no interest in my pussy, only used my juices to coat my ass, so that when his hand settled on the small of my back and his thumb rested between my parted cheeks and settled right there, he could circle it and press in without discomfort.

  I didn’t have to think about what he was doing. I just had to feel. So I wrapped a hand around the base of Dorian’s cock—my fingers didn’t even touch in my grip—and slid it up and down as I took as much of him as I could.

  A cool dribble of lube slid over my back entrance and was worked in by Seth’s thumb, circling and pressing intently until the broad digit slipped inside. From the angle, it was almost hooked within me, but settled easily.

  When Dorian put a hand on my shoulder and lifted me off his cock, I was surprised. At myself because I’d focused solely on the hot length of him in my mouth, the flared crown as it nudged my throat, of breathing, of the way Dorian breathed. I’d been so focused on him. Intent.

  “I want my cum in your pussy, mate. While I know you’d swallow it so well, we won’t get you bred otherwise.”

  “Yes, mate,” I said, remembering his words.

  His thumb came up, swiped over my damp lip. I could only imagine how I looked, lips probably red and swollen, my eyes glazed with need. No doubt he could see Seth’s thumb disappear in my ass as he looked down my back.

  Set
h dropped to his knees, but didn’t move his thumb from me; it was still just inside me, stretching me, keeping me open.

  Dorian hooked a hand about my waist, slowly pulled me toward him. “Climb on, mate.”

  Seth moved with me so as I settled over Dorian’s cock, took him deep, his palm still rested on my lower back, his thumb sliding deeper into me.

  “Oh god,” I said, my eyes falling closed. This double penetration was intense. Dorian’s cock was so big, so thick he was practically splitting me in two. But with Seth’s thumb? I was so filled.

  I felt Dorian’s sharp spike of desire as I clenched and squeezed around him, Seth’s satisfaction at my taking them both so well, at submitting.

  “Ride Dorian’s cock, Chloe. Up and down, take it so deep he’ll spurt all that cum up into your womb.”

  Seth was an expert at dirty talk. I’d never imagined a guy’s cum being hot before, but now they were claiming me with it, marking me, breeding me as Dorian had said. I should hate it, but I didn’t. Nope, it was going to make me come. Having them come in me, their seed filling me, finding that egg that would take it in and make a baby, made me so fucking hot.

  “Yes,” Dorian groaned. I hadn’t realized I’d said the last out loud because he added. “We’ll keep you full of cock and cum, mate, until we give you that baby.”

  Seth worked his thumb into me, deeper and deeper until I could feel it end, then he worked it out, how he was going to ultimately fuck me with his cock.

  “I can feel your need to come. Don’t.”

  I whimpered. “Seth, please.”

  “No. You’ll wait for Dorian.”

  Dorian’s hands came to my hips, his grip tight as he began to move me as he wanted, to lift and lower me in a quick pace.

  Sweat dotted his brow, his teeth gritted together. I felt him thicken in me as his breath came out in harsh growls. “Now,” he commanded.

  Seth pulled his thumb all the way out, then slid it back in. The sharp bite of that stretching pushed me over the edge and I came with Dorian, my scream filled the air as his fingers dug into my hips, his growl rough against my neck. “Yes, your pussy’s milking all that cum from me.”

  I felt his cock pulse, the heat of his cum deep inside me. It was wild and rough. Dark and dirty. Carnal and primitive. I loved it.

  I could barely catch my breath as Seth pulled his thumb from me once and for all. Dorian’s hips continued to pump up into me, then slow. Still.

  When he lifted me off his lap, I felt his seed slip from me, down my thighs. Seth spun me about, pulled me down so I straddled his thighs. I felt the roughness of his pants against my sensitive skin, felt the brush of his cock against my belly. I didn’t remember him opening his pants, tugging his cock out, but that’s all he’d uncovered. Besides the ruddy colored cock aiming straight for me, he was fully clothed.

  “My turn.”

  He lifted me up, settled his cock at my entrance, then pushed me down onto him so I was filled in one long, deep stroke. I was so wet with Dorian’s cum it didn’t hurt, but the stretch made me gasp. The deepness of him made me pant.

  With a hand on my hip, Seth rolled us so I was on the floor on my back and he loomed over me. His cock was deep and he began to move as he watched my face. The abrasive feel of his armor against my nipples had me arching my back.

  “More?” he asked.

  “More.”

  He thrust.

  “Deeper?”

  “Deeper.”

  He thrust hard.

  Dorian dropped to the floor at my side, took hold of my knee, opened it wide and back so it was practically by my ear, spreading me for Seth. Making me take him deeper. Just what I needed.

  Pride and desire, excruciating pleasure and possessiveness swirled between us until there was no me. No Seth or Dorian. Just us.

  And when Seth came inside me, filling me to overflowing, they weren’t done.

  No. They had much to prove, for while I was a commander, I was their mate. Under their complete control.

  And all night long, I did as they wished, because they were right. When I submitted, I soared.

  Chapter 8

  Seth

  * * *

  As I escorted my mate down the hall to her first day at her new post on Commander Karter's control deck, I worried, but I also felt a unique sense of pride.

  Chloe was dressed in civilian officer’s clothes, the pale cream color making her skin and hair look even more vibrant. She wore no makeup—not that many females on the ship did—and didn't need any. Her black lashes framed her green eyes to perfection. As we walked, I couldn't tear my gaze from her curves, the ones I’d touched and kissed the night before. I couldn't stop thinking about what we’d done, how she’d submitted to us. And now, I couldn't stop staring at the command bars on her collar and chest. My mate was a fucking commander. She outranked almost everyone in this entire battlegroup except Commander Karter himself and a handful of others. And yet she’d been on her knees before both of her mates, relinquishing the control she wore about her like her uniform.

  I'd had her naked and pliant. Calm and submissive beneath me. Yet now, outside our quarters, she could give me orders, send me into the fray just like every other commander on this ship. And for some reason, that made my cock stir.

  “Too bad you’re not still holding that plug in your ass,” I whispered, leaning down as we walked so only Chloe heard me.

  She stopped in her tracks, tilted her chin up to look at me. Oh yeah, that was a commander’s narrowed gaze. “You’re in charge in private, Captain. Out here, I have as much chance of having a plug up my ass as you do.”

  I got hard just listening to her tough talk. We’d kept her filled with cock and plug until it was time for her to get ready for her job. I wouldn’t have minded her having that reminder lodged deep inside her that, a reminder that she belonged to Dorian and me while she worked, but she was right. That wasn’t going to happen.

  She patted my chest, went up on her tiptoes and whispered directly in my ear. “Don’t worry. My pussy’s achy and a little sore. I won’t forget who I belong to.”

  I cleared my throat, stepped back when two Everians walked by. They saluted Chloe and continued on, completely unaware of our topic of conversation.

  “Good,” I said. There wasn’t anything else I could say standing in the damned hallway without dragging her into the nearest maintenance room and fucking her again. So I took her elbow and continued on down the corridor.

  I wasn't sure what Chloe had done in the past for the Intelligence Core and I no longer wanted to know. Knowing would just drive me crazy. It wouldn’t be anything good. Or safe. Her job wasn’t working with small children in a pre-school. She didn’t grow plants in the nursery. Nothing protected and sheltered like that. No, whatever she’d done had been dangerous as fuck, and I’d probably get an ulcer just thinking about something in the past I had no control over.

  We were about to round the corner, and I knew this would be my last moment of privacy with her for a while. I had no doubt I’d be called up for another ReCon mission sometime soon. I didn't really have time to waste, but I couldn't leave without tasting her, without leaving her with more than just the aftereffects of a long night of fucking. Passing Everians or anyone else were just going to have to deal. She was my mate and I would give us both what we needed before we parted.

  I stopped dead in my tracks and backed her against the wall, claiming her mouth for my own. To my relief, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck, burying her fingers in my hair. Yes, she was as desperate as me. She molded herself to me the way I'd come to expect and had only ever dreamed about before she was in my life. Her kiss was as hungry and eager as mine.

  “If you get called out while I’m working, be safe. You better come back to me, Seth,” she murmured against my lips.

  “I will.” Our gazes locked and held. I couldn't give her empty promises and we both knew that war didn't wait for love. And we were at war. Yet, I s
aid it anyway because I meant it. If I got pinged for another mission, I would deal with the fucking Hive and do whatever I had to do to get back to her.

  Lifting my hand, I used my thumb to trace her bottom lip before planting one more quick kiss on her lips. “Behave in there.”

  She laughed, the devil dancing in her eyes. “You know I can't promise you that.”

  I buried my hand in her hair at the base of her neck, tugged it back so she could do nothing but look at me. Through the collars, I felt her arousal at the slight nip of pain at the rough hold. I didn’t say a word, didn’t need to remind her of my dominance. Only then did she practically melt in my hold, submitting so beautifully that every protective instinct I possessed came roaring to the fore. I pulled her close for one more, hard kiss. “I love you, Chloe. I know it's probably too soon to tell you, but I wanted you to know in case—”

  She lifted her fingertip to my lips and stopped me. “Don't even say it. And I love you, too.” I knew the truth of it even before she spoke the words. Felt it from my collar, to my heart, to every cell of my body. Hearing her say them settled something in my chest, something hard and resolute, something unforgiving, something absolutely determined I return to her. This wasn’t over. Far from it. The Hive weren’t going to rob me of her.

  Our fingers entwined as I walked her to the command deck. The door slid open and Commander Karter was there, his arms crossed, a scowl on his face. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was relieved to see her…and that worried me.

  “Welcome to the command deck, Commander Phan.” Commander Karter raised his arms and ordered everyone to be silent. “Officers, this is Commander Phan, formerly of the Intelligence Core. She's ours now, and although she's no longer technically a military commander, she has years of experience in the battlefield. She’s come to us as an Interstellar Bride and I have given her the rank of Civilian Commander. You will follow her orders and give her all due respect.” He turned back to us and held out his hand, indicating a chair in front of a complex communications array. “Commander, your station.”