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

by Grace Goodwin

  Tyran stepped back so they stood side by side again. “My name is Kristin. Kristin Webster.”

  “Kristin, drop the blanket.” Tyran’s voice dropped to a deep timbre and my body responded immediately, goose bumps rising across my skin. I looked between the two, saw one who had unwavering resolve and need for me to submit. Hunt wasn’t turned off, just…surprised.

  These men were my mates. Two, not one, who were mine to keep. And in return, I was theirs. There was no courting, no dating. Not even a first date. This wasn’t even a one-night stand. It was like finding a guy in a bar, dragging him into a bathroom, locking the door and fucking without even sharing names. But these two weren’t going to leave me after we were done. They were mine. The reality of that was intoxicating. Liberating.

  No, I wasn’t going anywhere. Ever.

  And so I did what I’d wanted to do for years and years and years. Show the real me to someone. Not just my large breasts, the heavy curves, every dimpled bit of flesh and imperfection, but also my darkest nature.

  I obeyed, and dropped the blanket.

  Tyran’s eyes flared with dark heat and Hunt hissed out a breath.

  Lifting his hand, Tyran held up three pieces of wide ribbon or…something. It wasn’t metal. It wasn’t plastic. It wasn’t fabric. Hunt took a blue one from him, wrapped it about his neck. It had no clasps, but it somehow sealed and tightened about his neck. A collar. Tyran had mentioned it, but I’d forgotten. I watched as Tyran put a blue one about his neck as he spoke. He held one more in his hand, this one black.

  “Prillon mates wear collars to show that they have been claimed and are under their warriors’ protection. While we will not officially claim you until you agree and we have a mating ceremony, the collars will signify to one and all that you belong to us, just as we belong to you.”

  “Like a wedding ring.”

  “I have heard Lady Rone say something similar about your Earth custom, so yes.”

  “You want me to wear this?” I asked.

  “You must wear it, or we cannot leave this room.”

  “Why?” I wondered.

  It was Hunt who answered. “There are few females on the planet. You are not only beautiful, but perfect. Others will want you for their own. If you are not wearing a collar, the other warriors will assume you have rejected our claim. They will fight for your attention and the right to win you for their own.”

  Tyran actually growled, which made my thighs clench together. God, he was so fucking hot when he was acting like a cavemen. “That will not happen. You belong to us. No other will touch you.”

  “So, if I walked out of here without the collar on, it would actually start a fight?” I asked, stunned.

  They both shook their heads. “No mate, your beauty could start a war,” Hunt replied.

  I laughed then, thinking he was exaggerating. When neither of them laughed with me, I realized they were dead serious. And they really, really thought I was beautiful.

  “Is it permanent?” I wondered if, once I put it on, I’d never be able to get the dumb thing off. I looked at the dark blue collars that now circled my mates’ necks. What if this didn’t work out? What if I needed to get an alien divorce—or whatever they called it out here in space?

  “No. You have your thirty days to decide whether or not to accept my claim as your Primary Male. Once you choose to remain with us, we will have an official claiming ceremony. Should you decide to choose another male, the Brides Program will match you to another male for thirty days—” I couldn’t miss the anger and frustration in his voice and I realized that Warden Egara had already told me all of this. I’d just forgotten. “—If that occurs, he, too, will give you a collar.” Tyran blinked slowly and I felt like a bunny staring at a hungry fox. “He would be a fool not to mark you for all to see. I am not a fool.”

  I swallowed past the lump in my throat, both intimidated and turned on by his intensity. “What does the claiming ceremony involve?”

  Tyran walked closer, bending down so his hot breath fanned my ear. “I will fuck your pussy and Hunt will fuck your ass. We will all come at the same time, all three of us, our seed deep inside you, marking you as ours.”

  Oh. My. God. That was hot. And really, really dirty.

  Tyran lifted his hand and held a black collar out to me. He was letting me choose. He wasn’t forcing me. I could say no and deep down I knew they’d be okay with that, at least until we talked it out some more.

  He might be the dominant one, but I had the power. They could do nothing about me refusing the collar. They could do nothing if I refused them. All Tyran had said he wanted to do was give me pleasure. And I was balking?

  I took the collar in my hand. It wasn’t heavy, but it was cool to the touch. Lifting my hands, I put it about my neck. The ends touched at my spine and I felt them somehow join. Then the collar shrank as if it had gotten wet. It stopped once it was snugly around the base of my neck. I lifted my hand to feel the fabric, but it seemed to have meshed with my skin, the transition from flesh to ribbon nearly seamless.

  A strange tingling started beneath the collar, spreading up and down my spine. A few seconds later, emotions flooded my body. Arousal. Hope. Pain. Longing. Loneliness.

  Lust. Need. Desire.

  My knees buckled and Hunt caught me before I crumbled to the floor.

  “Oh my god!” I cried out when I felt. “What’s going on?”

  I hugged myself, all at once aroused more than I’d ever imagined. My nipples hardened, my skin became sensitive. My pussy clenched and my clit swelled. My knees almost buckled from the intensity of the feelings rushing through my body.

  Hunt pulled me into his arms and I whimpered. “The collars. They create a special connection between the three of us. You are feeling what we feel.”

  I shuddered as the walls of my pussy clenched. Their desire. Mine. I had no idea and I no longer cared.

  “I’m going to come,” I replied, practically squirming in his hold. I was rubbing my legs together, trying to work my clit. My nipples pressed against the rough fabric of his shirt.

  Tyran dropped to his knees before me, gripped my hip with one big hand, hooked his other behind my knee and lifted it over his shoulder. I didn’t have a second to wonder what he was doing before he put his mouth on me, suckling my clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.

  I came almost instantly, my hand tangled in and tugging at his dark hair. My head fell back against Hunt’s shoulder and my eyes closed with the intensity of it. I felt it in my clit, in my empty pussy, but I also felt their desire. Tyran’s ruthless need to push me. Hunt’s slow burn, a desire to take his time, make me come again and again.

  When I could open my eyes, I saw Hunt watching me with a mixture of desire and awe. I’d never come so quickly before in my life. And I wanted more. I was still eager, still needy. I needed to be fucked. I wasn’t sure if it was my horny desperation I was feeling or theirs.

  I didn’t care.

  “Fuck me, please.” I wasn’t filled with shame now. No, now I wanted to be filled with the rock-hard length of my mate’s cock.

  Tyran stood and I saw the glistening sign of my desire on his mouth, his chin. He licked his lips but didn’t wipe the rest away.

  “You aren’t in charge, Kristin.”

  “Tyran.” It was the first time I’d spoken his name, and it felt right coming from me in that breathless, imploring tone. I needed him to fuck me. I needed them to touch me. I needed more. I whimpered. Hunt’s grip around my waist tightened at the sound, even as Tyran responded.

  “I know. We know. We feel your need through the collar as well. We know exactly what you need.”

  “I can’t fuck your pussy, mate,” Hunt whispered his own dirty words in my ear as he lifted one hand to cup the full weight of my breast. “It’s the Primary Mate’s right to fill you with his seed, give you the first child. I will take your ass, but not today. We have to get you ready first.”

  “No, Hunt.” Tyr
an’s denial was confusing. Hunt must have thought so as well.

  “What are you saying?” Hunt asked.

  “We aren’t on Prillon Prime. They’ve abandoned us to the Colony. We will adhere to Prillon custom and wear the collars and take a mate together, we’ll both fuck her as she wants.”

  “But the first child is yours by right,” Hunt replied.

  “Any child will be ours. It matters not whose seed takes root. Does it, mate?”

  I had no idea what they were talking about. But yes, I wanted kids. If they were both mine, then no, it didn’t matter, did it? “No. I don’t care which one of you is the biological father.”

  Hunt’s swift intake of breath made me smile. I’d pleased him, and his happiness danced through my collar like fizzing champagne, making my head spin. I’d turned into a mind reader with the collar. No, a feelings reader.

  I liked this collar. I didn’t have to try to explain things to my mates. They would feel what I felt.

  About a gazillion Earth divorces could probably be averted by this technology.

  “You want to be fucked, mate?” Tyran asked, stripping off his clothes as he did so.

  I nodded my head, watched with avid and eager eyes as his glorious body was revealed.

  “Then down on your hands and knees. Show us that round ass and perfect pussy.”

  * * *

  Hunt

  I watched our mate do as Tyran commanded and my cock grew harder, the pain welcome as she sank, naked, to her hands and knees. She was so small but perfect, short blonde hair caressing her jaw as her full, heavy breasts swung below her. Her ass was bare and round, the glistening lips of her wet pussy an eager sign of welcome she could not deny.

  She was lustful, hot for her mates. And Tyran’s orders were fuel to her sexual fire.

  Tyran had always been a strong warrior, a leader in his own quiet way, but he’d been content to remain off to the side, quietly observing life upon our return from the Hive. I knew he had this in him, but he never showed it. Now? I hadn’t expected his outlet, his need for control, would come through with our mate.

  I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I was surprised when Kristin didn’t punch him in the face at his dominance. Instead, I felt her need for it, her arousal at his commands, the peace she felt at doing his bidding. She wanted him in control. I felt the moment she relinquished her own, handed it to him like a gift. To both of us. When I watched Kristin’s breathing hitch and her eyes darken with desire, I could not argue with his heavy-handed commands.

  “Strip, Hunt, and lie down on your back next to her.”

  “What?” I tore my gaze from our mate’s creamy skin to stare at Tyran. While my cock hardened at his command over our mate, having him give me orders was something new. It was unexpected and the tone of that one word question proved it.

  “You heard me, second. Get on your back and free your cock. Give our eager little mate what she needs.”

  By the gods, that tone of voice was something new. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted to do exactly what he told me. I wanted her riding me, my cock buried deep in her mouth, her ass or her pussy. I didn’t care which. I wanted to taste her, as he had. The scent of her arousal was nearly driving me mad with lust. Looking at her on her hands and knees before me? I was going to come before I even got inside her.

  I stripped out of my pants and tunic quickly, then took my time as I inspected our new mate. My fingers trailed along her back and shoulder, over the curve of her hip as I circled her. Her skin was so pale, such a different color than a Prillon’s. Soft and warm. I didn’t do as he bid, but instead remarked, “Our mate is beautiful, Tyran.”

  She whimpered, leaning into my touch, and I felt like a conqueror.

  “On your back, Hunt. Our mate’s pussy is empty.”

  I had no idea what Tyran had in mind, and I didn’t care, content to participate as long as our mate seemed eager, and I got what I wanted. Her.

  Lying on my back on the hard floor of the transport room, I didn’t care that we were in a very public place with no cushion or bed beneath us. I reached over to caress one of her full breasts, the soft globe heaven in my palm. It was full and plush, heavy and the perfect handful.

  “Pinch her nipple.” Tyran walked around us now, his full body armor a stark contrast to our naked forms. “Pinch it hard, Hunt. Make sure she knows who she belongs to.”

  I hesitated until I saw Kristin’s eyes heat at his words, her nipples harden into eager pebbles against my palm. I felt her consent, saw it when she arched her back, pressed her breast more fully into my hand. I pinched and she gasped.

  “Again.”

  I did as commanded and Kristin moaned. Tyran leaned over, tangled his fingers in her short hair, tilting her head back and lifting her lips to his for a brutal kiss. He didn’t caress her mouth with his own, he dominated, devoured her as I watched, my cock growing painful as I pinched and played with her breasts.

  Tyran’s lust blasted me through the collars, his need to control all consuming. Hers swirled around me next. “Now, mate, face away from Hunt and fill that wet pussy with his cock.”

  “You want reverse cowgirl?” she asked, looking confused.

  I had no idea what she meant. Her words made no sense. What was a cowgirl?

  In response, Tyran lifted her over me, easily moving her as he wished, her so small and agile. Perching her, he waited until she parted her knees and then settled her over my hips, turned so her back was to me, the perfect round spheres of her ass mine to admire as she faced away.

  “Do what you’re told and you’ll get exactly what you want. What we know you need.”

  Her wet pussy rubbed the length of my cock and we both moaned, her slick essence coating me. Marking me.

  “If you disobey, I’ll spank you until your ass is on fire. Do you understand, mate?”

  Her pussy dripped at his warning.

  “Yes.” The one word was nearly a whimper of need and I tried to ignore the part of my mind that was trying to figure out exactly what the fuck was happening here. I’d envisioned spreading our mate between us—on a bed—loving her long and slow and deep, not scaring or overwhelming her with our massive frames or large cocks. But our little human didn’t appear to be frightened. Not in the least. No, she was needy and desperate, her arousal and keen interest like a drug as it reached me through the collar. Addictive. She was addictive, and I hadn’t even kissed her yet.

  “Fuck him, mate. Take him deep.”

  Chapter Seven

  Hunt

  This was insane. She’d arrived just a few minutes ago. We were total strangers except for the subtle familiarity from the testing and the awareness through the collars. I’d envisioned coaxing, wooing, teasing to get her into our bed. We hadn’t even left the transport room and she was sliding her soaked pussy all over my cock.

  Tyran paced, walking around us like a perfectionist inspecting his work. I closed my eyes when Kristin’s small hand wrapped around the head of my shaft and positioned me at her hot, wet core. I gritted my teeth as she slid down my hard length, enveloping my body in her slick heat. She was so tight, a perfect fit.

  I knew my pleasure must have transmitted to Tyran through the collars when he groaned and pulled the armor from his chest and shoulders, dropping it to the floor in a forgotten heap. His eyes blazed as he watched, kneeling between my legs, his gaze transfixed on the wet slide of her pussy as she lifted and sank down, my cock glistening with her juices.

  “Good girl. Fuck him. Ride him. Take his seed. Make him give it to you. It’s all for you.”

  My balls drew up, tight and heavy and ready to explode from the slick friction, the milking of her inner walls, but I held back, not ready for this to be over. Gods, I never wanted this to be over. Kristin rode me, her luscious curves a vision I could not tear my gaze from. I knew when Tyran stood and stripped the rest of his armor and boots. Knew our mate watched him, that the sight of his naked body gave her pleasure, her pussy clamp
ing down on my cock like a fist pumping me, owning me.

  Tyran stepped forward, his complete focus on our mate’s face as he held his cock in front of her mouth. For a split second, I worried she’d not like the idea of sucking his cock, but I was found wrong when she opened her mouth.

  “Carefully work your thumb into her ass, Hunt. Stretch her open as I fill her throat with my cock.” He studied Kristin. “Do you want all your holes filled, mate?”

  I blinked, shocked at his crude words, his lack of finesse in seducing our mate. But raw lust blasted me through the collar. Not his, hers. She nodded.

  She wanted this. Wanted him like this. Wanted me to touch her, open her, play with her ass. Fuck her. I was to have all of her, and Tyran hadn’t played with her yet, other than that one, hard kiss. He was her Primary Mate. His seed should fill her, create the first child as was Prillon custom. It was his right. It wasn’t law, but the tradition went back centuries. “Tyran, you’re her Primary. I don’t think—“

  “When we’re with our mate, I’m in charge. Do it, Hunt.” Tyran moved closer and our mate’s mouth opened eagerly. She leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth like he was her favorite treat and she’d been starving for months. He wrapped his hands in her hair and moved, pulling back, pushing forward until I knew he was so deep down her throat she wouldn’t be able to breathe.

  I felt his pleasure through the collar, knew Kristin felt powerful in her ability to give that to him.

  His dominance seemed to excite our mate, for she lifted her hips and slammed down on my cock, hard, opening her legs wider, taking me so deep the head of my cock bumped the hard tip of her womb with each firm stroke. The shockwave was like lightning through my body and I trembled beneath her, unable to think or deny her. This was incredible, nothing like I ever imagined.

  My hands found her ass and I spread her open, gratified as she groaned, not hiding her need. I pressed into her slowly, spreading the wet heat of her arousal around my thumb until I was certain I could fill her without hurting her.