Mated To The Cyborgs (Interstellar Brides: The Colony Book 2)

by Grace Goodwin

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  EPILOGUE

  Books by Grace Goodwin

  Connect With Grace

  Mated to the Cyborgs

  Interstellar Brides: The Colony, Book 2

  By

  Grace Goodwin

  Copyright

  Mated to the Cyborgs: Copyright © 2017 by Grace Goodwin

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electrical, digital or mechanical, including but not limited to photocopying, recording, scanning or by any type of data storage and retrieval system without express, written permission from the author.

  Published by Grace Goodwin as KSA Publishing Consultants, Inc.

  Goodwin, Grace

  Mated to the Cyborgs

  Cover design by KSA Publishing Consultants, Inc.

  Images/Photo Credit: Hot Damn Stock; Fotolia.com- Romolo Tavani

  Publishers Note:

  This book was written for an adult audience only. Spanking and other sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

  Chapter One

  Kristin Webster, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth

  When I felt the press of a cock…there, I stilled, my breath catching. My first thought was panic. How did he know? I’d never told anyone my secret.

  Never.

  Wanting him there now, stretching me, filling me—it was wrong. So wrong. Oh, I knew guys wanted anal sex, at least if every porno was to be a guide. And I knew too much about pornos since I’d worked in the human trafficking division of the FBI for three years—but I’d never been asked to try this. Never even been prodded by accident. Not even a whoops, I missed your pussy and ended up in your ass instead conversation.

  I’d been vanilla in bed, never admitting to anyone what I really wanted or needed. Always afraid. Until now.

  Now, I felt that cock pressing against my back entrance and wanted it to open me up and slip inside. Slide deep and fuck me. Stretch me. Make me burn a little. His cock was bigger than anything I’d ever played with, bigger than I’d imagined. And it was slipping just inside me. There. Against all reason, all sanity, I wanted him to hurry. To go deep and fill me up, stretch me open until I begged for mercy, sure nothing else would fit. To fuck me the way I’d been too afraid to admit to any other man. Ever.

  Why?

  Because there was a huge cock stretching my pussy already—but one cock wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not for naughty, naughty Kristin.

  I was a bad girl. And no one knew. No one suspected. But, God, I wanted to be a bad, bad girl…I wanted him to pull my hair and make me beg, bite me until it hurt and pinch my nipples until they burned. And every single one of those desires was buried so deep inside me that I’d never spoken them aloud. Not once. Not even to myself.

  But dream me didn’t care. She lusted. Ached. Was completely at ease between the two powerful male bodies. She didn’t worry about asking for what she wanted. Admitting she needed more than the standard wham-bam, missionary position nightmare that most people settled for in life. Somewhere, deep inside, she knew they’d take care of her. Give her everything. Make her scream and come and beg for more.

  I wanted to beg like that. To trust. To let go. Surrender.

  This was a dream. It had to be. I’d never had a real threesome. Not straight laced, FBI agent Kristin Webster. Men were afraid of me, or thought I was too hard, too cold, too jaded by what I’d seen in the field ever to want to be dominated in bed.

  They were wrong. So, wrong.

  But this didn’t feel like a dream. No, it felt real. The cocks felt real. The hot skin of the man beneath me—I was riding him like a Wyoming cowgirl—his thick cock filling my pussy so completely, rubbing against places inside me that had come alive for the first time. Was that my G-spot he was hitting?

  I whimpered when that flared head nudged it, again and again.

  My clit rubbed against him every time he thrust up into me. Deep, so deep that he bottomed out. I arched my back, shifting so I could take as much of him as possible. More, even. My hands pressed against silky sheets by his shoulders, cool against my heated skin and I arched my back, offering myself to the man behind me where he played. By body begged, saying what I could not speak as I spread me knees wider and clenched my muscles, hoping to draw his attention.

  We were all slippery, and I knew it was some kind of oil that made us slick, the aroma rich and exotic. Heady. The smell blended with sex and skin and man. My men. Their unique scents familiar to me, to this body, and they filled my head with lust, and memories of other encounters, orgasms. Pleasure. They drowned me in pleasure.

  Big hands were on my hips, guiding me, moving me at the whim of the man beneath me. A second set of hands reached around from behind to cup and play with my nipples. They were hard points, so sensitive I clenched and squeezed my inner walls with every hard pull. Since when had my nipples been tied directly to my pussy?

  With one delicious twist, I moaned.

  “I’m going to come,” I cried, and I didn’t recognize my voice. Who was that wild woman? I couldn’t play with my clit even if I wanted to because I didn’t have permission, and that made me hotter. More desperate. I knew my mates wouldn’t let me. Knew my orgasms belonged to them. How I knew this, I had no idea. It was a dream. A strange, hot, incredible dream.

  I wasn’t going anywhere and I didn’t want to. I wanted them to finish what they started. I wanted them to break me open and take everything, every last ounce of pleasure and control. I wanted to belong to them, completely. No holding back. No freaking rules. Just me…and them.

  Mine. They were mine.

  The ferocity of the thought had me sinking down onto my mate’s cock and wiggling, riding him with my clit, reaching for what I needed. I was mindless now. I needed to come. I needed them to let me come.

  A hand came down on my right ass cheek, the sound of it a loud crack in the room. It only made me clench down on the cock fucking me and pushed me even closer to release.

  “No coming, mate.” His hot hand landed on my ass again, the sharp sound like a drug to my overloaded senses. “Not until I’m in your ass and we are claiming you together,” the man behind me said. “You’ll come harder. It will be so much better.”

  I shook my head, lost. I didn’t want to wait. I needed him now.

  He spanked me again. A gasp escaped my lips. It stung, but then quickly morphed into heat, bright and sharp in my mind. I grinned as my body shuddered, the effect of his touch perhaps the opposite of what he intended.

  “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I said, licking my dry lips.

  I heard the rough rumble of men’s laughter.

  “Our naughty female.” The words were said with praise as the cock pressed harder against my back entrance, the coating of oil making it slide inside me smoothly, easily.

  I expected to feel pain—didn’t a cock that big hurt?—but I didn’
t. I only groaned at the silent pop as the head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle that had tried to keep him out.

  Stuffed, filled, I’d never felt anything like this. I collapsed on top of my mate’s chest, content to let them take me, fuck me, love me. Nothing was going to keep these two from claiming me. I had no intention of stopping them. It felt so, so good.

  They moved and I cried out, the feel of having two cocks moving inside me was too much for me to fight. I couldn’t hold back. I was so filled.

  My orgasm built and my pussy fluttered with the beginning of a spasm, but the man behind me groaned and both of them stopped moving.

  “No. Not yet. Not without permission.” Both of them remained still as my body came back from the edge and my awareness of the men, my body, the room slowly returned to me. I could hear their ragged breaths, feel the tightening of their grips on me, the slick slide of their cocks in me. I could feel everything and it was coalescing into this perfect, bright, hot ball that was going to burst.

  “Please, please move. Please,” I begged, trying to shift my hips, rub my clit against the one beneath me. Anything.

  “Not yet, mate.”

  I was beyond all reason now. Every nerve ending in my body was awake, my skin tingling, my body so sensitive that I had to fight to remember words, to force my lips to form around the sounds so I could beg. “Please, I can’t wait.”

  “Then we will say the words now.”

  “Do something,” I whimpered. Tears slipped down my cheeks, the only release I was offered in this moment suspended between them, conquered. Owned.

  “Do you accept my claim, mate?” The man beneath me spoke, his voice smooth and deep. Clear and even, considering we were fucking and his cock was hard as granite inside my pussy. “Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another Primary Male?”

  “Yes,” I cried, my breathing ragged as I adjusted to having two big cocks in me. I knew that wasn’t the word he wanted, what I was supposed to say, but my pussy spasmed again and I couldn’t say more. Couldn’t focus on talking.

  “Say the words, mate, then we’ll move. We’ll fuck you just as you want.”

  I licked my dry lips. If I wanted them to take me, give me what I needed, I had to focus, as least for a few seconds.

  This was important. The claiming. Somehow, dream me knew this mattered. As in, forever, sacred vows. Thankfully, she knew what to say. “I accept your claim, warriors.”

  My vow spoken, my mates growled, their control pushed to its limit. I realized then I wasn’t the only one barely hanging on.

  “Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You belong to us and we shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”

  “May the gods witness and protect you.” A chorus of voices sounded around us.

  We weren’t alone?

  Oh, my god. And those voices? They were deep. Male. And there were a lot of them.

  My inner walls clenched as I discovered we were being watched. I had one cock in my pussy and one in my ass, I was naked and begging, and we were being watched?

  Part of me, the conservative, uptight, never-break-the-rules part of me was screaming in my head. But dream me didn’t care. It was too much. Another first for me—I’d never imagined exhibitionism to be hot—and I loved knowing others were watching, wanting, devouring our lust with their eyes, yet forbidden to touch.

  If I’d known I was such a dirty girl, I’d have sought out two men who could give it to me before now.

  A hand came down on my ass as both cocks pulled out, then slid deep, filling me completely together, their thrusts hard and fast as I cried out at the pleasure and pain of being taken so completely.

  “No other will give this to you,” the one behind me growled, his hand fisting in my hair to pull my head back. He angled my head up until I looked at him over my shoulder and kissed me hard and deep as the man below took over playing with my nipples. Had I said the last out loud?

  His tongue thrust deep as his cock moved inside my ass, hard and fast and without mercy. The scream built in my throat as my body tightened around them both, the pain of holding back building like a bomb about to explode inside me.

  He broke the kiss and bit down gently on my ear. “Come, mate. Now.”

  At his dominating tone, the morphing heat from that smack to my ass and the cocks buried deep inside me, I shattered.

  I screamed and bucked as they held me locked between them. My muscles tightened then went limp, tightened again, giving over to the pleasure they were giving me. My palms pressed into the hot skin of the man’s chest below me, my fingers curling and most likely leaving small welts as my pussy tightened on him like a fist.

  The men moved faster, unrelenting, fucking me and alternating their motions, keeping the feelings of bliss alive, making my pleasure linger and linger until I had no breath left and I exploded again, the sharp tug of my mate’s hand in my hair holding me in place like iron shackles, my only physical anchor. I could not pull free, could not escape their possession, could do nothing but accept the dominant thrusts of their cocks as they claimed me with a hunger that drove my own. I spiraled again, so close, my body not yet satisfied, and whimpered a denial as I felt them stiffen and swell, fill me to the brink, then come.

  Their seed spurted hotly into me, so much so that it seeped out, coated me. Them. We were one, united, and I’d been the one to do it, to create this family. They were mine.

  The mate at my back licked my neck, tasting the glistening moisture their attentions had wrung from me. “Good girl, showing everyone how your mates bring you pleasure. There is no question that you belong to us. You want us, need us, just as much as we need you.”

  I felt the man before me sit up, strong and powerful muscles rippling beneath my palms. His mouth crushed my lips in a searing kiss as I felt the man behind me nibble my ear, my neck, gently bite down on my shoulder. The pain made my hips jerk and I slid down, drove both of their cocks deeper inside me as I surrendered completely, trapped between them. Worshipped by both.

  “Mate,” they repeated, over and over. Neither pulled out. Neither softened within me. I knew we weren’t done. We’d fuck again and all I could say was…

  “Please.” I needed them to hurry. To move. To bite me. Spank me. Fuck me like they’d never get enough. I was still on the edge, my appetite for them nowhere near appeased. “Please, hurry.”

  “Miss Webster.”

  That voice was annoying, and didn’t belong to my mates. I ignored it, focusing on the heated bodies surrounding me. I needed more. Why weren’t they moving? Talking? Fucking me? Making me theirs. Making me feel.

  “Please,” I begged again. “Give it to me. Both of you.”

  “Miss Webster!”

  It wasn’t a man’s voice who was talking now, but a woman’s, and her voice was loud and full of intensity that had nothing to do with sex. Or orgasms. Or hard, thrusting cocks.

  No. No. No. I fought to hold on to them, to the pleasure, but my mates faded, like I was truly waking up from a dream. One hot, fucking amazing dream.

  I opened my eyes, blinked. Then again.

  Crisp white walls. A less-than-appealing hospital gown rubbing my sensitive nipples. Arms chained to my sides by hard metal as I sat in a chair with weirdo computer gadgets and sensors attached to my body and head. I was naked under the gown, the hard seat beneath my bottom smeared and wet with my arousal.

  Warden Egara, with her dark hair, kind eyes and stern expression staring at me like I was a freak in the circus.

  Oh. My. God.

  Embarrassing. God, could she smell it? Did I smell like sex? What would she think of me? Was I supposed to be this turned on? I doubted it. I must be some kind of mutant show for her today. Poor little Kristin, who couldn’t trust men. Who hadn’t had a date in three years. Who saw a man on his phone and assumed he was watching child pornography, or hiring hookers, or dozens of other things I’d seen wicked men do.

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bsp; There was a reason I was here, at the Interstellar Brides processing center. I’d seen too much. I needed a fresh start. And maybe I could turn off my brain and actually enjoy myself in bed with an alien, a guy I knew was honorable and who was matched to me by the most advanced dating system ever created. The matching protocols made human website dating look like stone-age tools next to a rocket ship.

  I sighed, and blinked at the warden. So, I wasn’t having an amazing, sexy threesome with two well-endowed men in a room full of observers. No, I was at the Interstellar Brides testing center. I was strapped into the testing chair and I’d just begged Warden Egara to give it to me.

  “Can you please just transport me now so I never have to see you again?” I asked. With my wrists restrained to the arms of the very uncomfortable dentist-like chair, I couldn’t even cover my face.

  In fact, I barely had my butt covered with the stupid hospital gown being open in the back as it was. I wiggled my hips. While my pussy was still heavy and swollen from my arousal and orgasm, I would swear I could still feel the size of the men’s cock stretching me wide in both…places.

  But my mind was at war with what my body was feeling. There were no cocks. No hot men pulling my hair, pumping into me and making me come on command.

  Instead, the female warden was petite, with dark hair pulled up off her neck in an official bun. Her red uniform had the insignia of the Brides Program on the chest and she had a look of a woman who was kind, but also on the job.

  “I assure you, I’ve heard worse.”

  I widened my eyes. “I can only imagine what other women have said.”

  She turned away and moved to sit at the table before me, swiped at her tablet. For a minute, she was quiet, then she looked up at me, smiled. “From your words, it seems that you had two males in your dream. I can tell by your blush that’s the case.”

  I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, or transport off planet.

  “You’ve been matched to a warrior from Prillon Prime. Congratulations.”