Taken by Her Mates

by Grace Goodwin

“Why are you really here?” She spoke as if I were a puzzle to be solved and she couldn’t quite believe the truth.

  “I came for you.”

  “That doesn’t make sense. You came here, all the way to Earth, just for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “If that’s the truth, you’re insane. I’m no one, just one more piece of ass out of billions around the galaxy.”

  I shook my head. “You are unique and irreplaceable, the only woman in the universe matched to me.” I traced her lower lip with my thumb, remembering her taste. “You felt it when my essence touched your skin. Your reaction to the bonding essence in my seed is a sign of our bond, proof of a strong connection between us. If you would rather believe in technology instead of raw animal chemistry, you can just ask Warden Egara of the success rates of the matching program. Whatever you choose to believe, know this: I am your mate and you are mine. I will always come for you. I will always protect you. I will always desire you. As will Ander, your second.”

  She frowned. “What second?”

  “As your primary mate, it is my right and honor to choose a second warrior to love and protect you. Ander is fierce, the strongest I have seen. He alone was worthy to be your second.”

  “Second mate? You mean—” Her mouth fell open, her words half formed as the truth of my words hit her. She looked at me in denial. “You mean the dream sequence was accurate and—”

  I tightened my hold, pulling her in closer as my thumb moved to trace the inside of her lip and explore the wet edges of her mouth. “You have two mates, Jessica. All Prillon brides are honored and gifted with two strong warriors who will care for and protect her.”

  “Why?”

  I kissed her forehead, unable to resist tasting her. “We are warriors. We are the strongest among the member planets of the coalition. We are always on the front lines in the war with the Hive. We fight. We die. It is not our custom to leave a mate or children unprotected.”

  “So you, what? Take turns fucking me? I just thought that dream was just a simulation, a way to arouse me for the matching program to measure my body’s responses or… something.”

  I kissed her temple, encouraged when she did not pull away. “No, my warrior bride.” I kissed her cheek. “What you dreamed was real, although another Prillon mate and her men. It pleases me to hear that you were aroused by it, as I was.”

  “But—”

  “We will take you together, your body filled with two hard cocks, four hands on your skin ensuring your pleasure.”

  “Holy shit, you’re serious.”

  She gasped but I could smell her arousal as it filled the room. The idea of being taken by two strong warriors awakened her, as it should. We would taste her with two mouths, fill her with two cocks, worship her with four hands. There would not be a single inch of her body that was not explored, tasted, and pleasured.

  The thought of rutting into her wet pussy, of planting a child in her womb as Ander took her in the ass, made me hard once more and I took the one part of her I could master here, now. Her mouth.

  Holding her head exactly where I wanted it, I took her lips in a kiss as I’d wanted to since my last taste of her. I didn’t tease or entice, I took what I wanted, demanding her response. My desire for her was neither shy nor gentle, it was a beast inside me raging to be set free.

  I plundered her mouth, a conqueror staking my claim, the blanket forgotten as it dropped from her shoulders and bared her flesh to me. I moved one hand to cup the back of her head and tangled my fist in her hair, holding her where I needed her to be, her mouth beneath mine at the perfect angle to rule. With my free hand I explored her flesh, tracing the curve of her thigh, up her hip to the dip of her waist, up to cup the softness of her breast in the strange pink undergarment. I longed to rip it from her body, to take the hard peak of her nipple into my mouth.

  She moaned softly and I continued to kiss her as I heard my second enter the room and take in the scene before him. Warden Egara’s soft gasp was followed by the soft sound of her shoes in the hall as she closed the door behind her to give me exactly what I wanted as my mate shivered in my arms, unaware, lost in the pleasure I offered.

  Privacy.

  Ander approached softly and I opened my eyes, nodding at him slightly as I continued to take Jessica’s mouth.

  He was to join us, to touch our mate, to teach her what it would mean to be a Prillon bride. I’d told Jessica, as we traveled in the warden’s vehicle, that I would continue her lessons and now was as good a time as any.

  Ander knelt beside us, his gaze lingering on our mate’s perfect feminine curves. He inhaled deeply, enjoying, as I did, the sweet scent of her wet pussy.

  His face focused with intention, Ander moved to kneel between her legs as she sat sideways across my lap. I knew what he wanted, and I would help him get it.

  I closed my eyes, enjoying our mate’s sweet surrender as she lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck.

  Chapter Eight

  Ander

  Our mate was beautiful. Her golden hair fell like a silken fall of pale sunlight over Nial’s arm. Her body was lean and strong, her pale skin nearly glowed next to the black of Nial’s clothing, like a perfect moon in a dark sky. Her lips moved beneath Nial’s with a passionate abandon that made my cock grow hard and full. She was like white fire in his arms, her full breasts covered by a small pink garment I longed to tear from her flesh. Her hands were around his neck, in full contact with the cyborg coloring of his flesh, her hand fisting with desire as a soft sound of feminine need filled the small room.

  My cock was hard as a rock as I allowed my gaze to travel the long, smooth perfect of her legs to her core. I could smell her arousal, the sweetness calling to me like a siren. I had no reason to resist.

  I couldn’t wait to taste her pussy, to bury my tongue deep, but I knew if I moved too quickly, we could lose the power of this moment. Right now, she was soft and accepting of Nial’s touch, of his kiss. I felt as if I did not touch her soon, I would explode, but I did not want to scare her. My size and appearance would do that well enough without my overly aggressive sexual needs pushing her too hard or too fast.

  I was a patient man. I could stalk a target for days without eating or sleeping. I could wait a few more minutes to taste the beautiful woman who would be mine forever. My mate.

  Her body was laid out across Nial’s lap like an offering to the gods, so soft and smooth. She was not small, like Commander Deston’s mate, and I was greatly relieved. She was big enough to take us both, big enough to take me.

  I’d offered myself as a second mate twice before but my size and my scars had caused those warriors to fear their new mates would reject me on sight.

  That I now knelt on the floor in front of my mate seemed like a dream of some kind, a fantasy that couldn’t be real. That she accepted him with his cyborg flesh, kissed him with such passion, gave me hope that she could accept me as well.

  Like me, Nial was damaged, scarred by the silver skin and silver eye of the cyborgs, and yet she accepted him, let him touch her. Felt desire for a warrior scarred by battle.

  She was not a fantasy, but real flesh and blood. I could smell the honeyed scent of her wet core, the sweetness of her skin. I wanted to bury my tongue in her creamy heat and make her scream with pleasure. Perhaps, if I gave her pleasure before she saw my face, she would be able to see past my scars and not experience horror at the very sight of me. I was suddenly glad I had used the cleansing units aboard the cyborgs’ ship before sending it on course for the center of Earth’s star. I had promised our mate the death of her enemies, but now thanked the instinct that insisted I come to her without so much as a drop of blood on my hands.

  She was too beautiful to be touched by such violence, too precious.

  I watched Nial ply her body with pleasure, his hands tracing her breasts, her waist and hips. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, pushing the blanket that must have been covering her lower and lower. I noticed
a large scar on her thigh and wondered at the wound, but the thought fled my mind as Nial’s gentle touch glided over the small piece of pink material that covered her pussy. Lingering there, he pressed his thumb to her over the fabric, rubbing her clit, then dipping into her pussy as much as the fabric would allow, then back up again to stroke her most sensitive place.

  She moaned into his mouth, her hips canting to press more firmly against his touch, her lips locked to his and her tongue moving between them, exploring his mouth.

  Claiming him as her own.

  My head flooded with lust, with need, as my cock swelled to painful proportions. I wanted her tongue in my mouth. I wanted her to moan and writhe and scream as I brought her pleasure. I wanted her to know it was me touching her. Me tasting her pussy. I wanted that knowledge to make her burn.

  Her reaction to Nial’s touch was the signal we’d both been waiting for. He ripped the small piece of fabric from her body and she cried out in shock, her mouth torn away from Nial’s kiss.

  Nial took her head in both hands, preventing her from looking down her body, from seeing me, before we were ready. They locked gazes as Nial whispered his demand. I watched as her covered breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths, hard nipples outlined by the thin material. “Let us touch you.”

  My gaze dropped lower and as I glimpsed her wet pussy, pink and perfectly on display inches from my eager mouth. I prayed she would say yes. I couldn’t wait to taste her, to suck on her clit and fuck her with my fingers and tongue. To make her come all over me.

  “Nial? I can’t.” She licked her swollen lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this. I… I don’t know you and… and I…” She closed her eyes briefly. “It’s… it’s too much.”

  Her words were like a knife stabbing me in the heart, but Nial seemed unaffected.

  “Shh. It will always feel like this between us. Do not fear the power of the bond between a warrior and his bride. Do not fear the pleasure we will bring you. Let go, Jessica, you are safe with me. I promise I will be here to catch you. Ander will be here to catch you. Do not be afraid to let someone else take charge. Give over and let us bring you pleasure. Let us touch you.” He kissed her on the mouth, softly, with a gentleness I did not possess, and I was grateful for the divine wisdom that gave our women two males to pleasure and protect them. I could fuck her hard. I could kill for her. I could not be what Nial was. I could not be gentle or soft. I could not touch her without devouring her flesh. I needed to possess her, conquer her, own her pleasure.

  I needed to make her beg.

  Nial’s hand glided from her neck, over her breasts, lower. Jessica’s breathing became breathy pants as he moved his hand lower, over her abdomen. He stopped inches shy of her core as their eyes held. He teased her with what could be.

  “Say yes, Jessica.” He kissed her once. Twice. “Let go and say yes.”

  I saw her fingers dig into Nial’s shoulders, perhaps a quick release of need or a quick burst of acceptance. She fought herself, not Nial, in her decision making. “Yes.”

  He rewarded her, sliding his hand down between her parted thighs and slipping two fingers deep as he took control of her mouth.

  She bucked against his hand, her soft whimper of need music to my ears as he removed his fingers, now soaked with her wet juices. He held his hand up away from her body completely, making room for me to take his place.

  Slowly, reverently, I touched our mate for the first time, replacing Nial’s fingers with my own. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, her hot, wet core surrounding me with welcome.

  I fucked her slowly, moving my fingers in and out of her body in a smooth glide designed to bring her pleasure, but not release. I wanted her frantic for my tongue on her clit. I wanted her to beg me to taste her.

  Teasing her softly, I explored her clit with my thumb as I finger fucked her, but I did not give her the pressure she wanted. She moaned in protest, lifting her hips into my touch, her mouth open, taking Nial’s tongue deep as he gave her no time to think, only to feel. He held her head still, one hand buried deeply in her hair at the base of her neck. His control of her made me harder still. We would give her exactly what she needed, and she would allow it. She would submit.

  Nial lowered his free hand to the front of the strange garment covering her breasts. I watched, fascinated, as a cyborg attachment emerged from the tip of his first finger, razor sharp, and cut through the fabric in less than a second, then retracted and disappeared. The garment sprang open from the center, exposing firm, full breasts with pale pink nipples. She gasped, one hand lowering from Nial’s neck to try to cover herself.

  Nial wrapped his hand around her wrist and lifted it back to his neck. She gave in, burying her fingers in his hair as his hand closed over one full globe, plucking and playing with her already hard nipples.

  I fucked her a bit faster and explored the roof of her core, searching for the sensitive place I had read all human females had, a mythical G-spot that gave them much pleasure. Her inner walls were so slick, so hot and clenched down on my fingers when I found it…

  “Oh, God.”

  Jessica tore her mouth from Nial’s and looked down her body. She froze when she saw me kneeling there, my fingers buried to the hilt in her pussy and Nial’s hand on her breast.

  “Oh, my God.”

  She tried to close her legs, but I knelt between them, my shoulders forcing her knees to remain wide. I held her gaze as I slowly removed my fingers, sliding them deep again, brushing the spot inside her I knew would make her wild.

  “Hello, mate.”

  I fucked her again, a little harder, watching her eyes widen as Nial took his cue from me this time. He pinched her nipple and nibbled on her ear with a little less gentleness as I fucked her with my fingers, relieved that she had no maidenhead. I did not feel like being gentle. I could not be gentle.

  She didn’t refuse me, but she didn’t welcome me either, her body still tense. I slowed my pace and lowered my lips, placing a kiss over her engorged clit, flicking it with my tongue as I breathed in her womanly scent. So ripe, so hot, so perfect. I kissed one creamy thigh, then the other.

  She shuddered and turned to meet Nial’s gaze. “This isn’t right. What are—I mean—” Jessica shook her head, even as her pussy clenched down on my fingers, demanding more than the soft kiss I’d given her. “I don’t understand this. I can’t feel this way with two people.” She squeezed her thighs, trying to close them again. “I don’t know you and… oh, God, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

  I grinned against her pussy and laved her clit, watching for her body’s every reaction. I knew she liked it, not because of the hesitancy of her words, but the way her pussy dripped all over my hand.

  “Ander is your second mate. He will protect you and care for you, just as I do. Together, we will give you pleasure. This is natural and right on Prillon. You are to be cherished and pleasured by both of your mates, Jessica. It is your right as our bride.” He lowered his lips to hers, tracing them with his tongue as I lowered my head and traced the edges of her clit with mine. “Do you want us to stop?”

  As Nial waited for her answer, I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking the sensitive flesh with the tip of my tongue. I sucked harder when she moaned, curving one finger to stroke her on the inside in the way I had already learned pleased her. The way she was responding, the research was well founded.

  “No. Don’t stop.” She wrapped her legs around my head, locking me to her and I growled with approval. The vibration made her writhe and press her pussy to me, trying to force me to suck her harder and deeper into my mouth. “Don’t stop.”

  Her demand made me ache to tie her down and teach her what it meant to try to issue orders, but I hadn’t earned that right. Not yet.

  First, I had to prove my worth. First, I needed to earn her trust with my fingers and my mouth. Then I would own her pleasure. Then I would make her beg.

  I sucked harder, taking her to the edge over and over as I alternat
ed finger fucking her fast and shallow, then slow and deep. Nial lowered her so her head hung over his arm and took her nipples into his mouth, one then the other, still holding her in place with his hand in her hair so she could not escape the needs we roused in her.

  He shifted, moving so that he could reach for his cock with his free hand and I immediately followed suit, freeing mine from my pants and grabbing hold of it. I worked my hard length with ruthless fury as I suckled my mate’s sweet essence and listened to her soft cries of pleasure. We needed our seed all over her; just the scent of it was enough to begin the connection between us, to build her desire for her mates. Having it on her skin…

  We were on Earth, not on our home world where the power of the psychic bonding collars would assist us with our claim. We needed her bonded to us as much as possible, as quickly as possible. The bonding chemicals in our seed would bind her to us until we could get the mating collar around her neck.

  Eager to come all over her, I worked my cock with a strong grip, but the extra force wasn’t necessary. The taste of her in my mouth was enough to push me hard and fast past the point of all control.

  While I kept my fingers buried deep in her pussy, I moved to stand over her as Nial lifted his cock out of his pants and placed it on her soft stomach. I worked her clit with my thumb and watched her face as the first hard jerking motions of my cock shot a stream of thick cream onto her inner thigh, her hip, then her belly. Nial sucked her nipples into his mouth as he groaned and came all over her stomach and used his free hand to rub his essence into her creamy flesh.

  Dropping my spent cock, I did the same, rubbing my warm cum into her skin, watching her body absorb it like a sponge. Intrigued, I could not tear my gaze from her face as she arched her neck, throwing her head back, her mouth open wide in a soundless scream.

  Her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she came apart in Nial’s arms, the bonding chemicals in our seed pushing her to her own release.

  I watched her without blinking, mesmerized by the mixture of agony and bliss on her features. I knew I would never get the image of her pleasure out of my mind. I would never forget this perfect moment.