Her Rogue Mates

by Grace Goodwin

  They were both breathing hard, trying to recover as my cock continued to seep seed. I needed in her. Now.

  Styx pulled out, and leaned back until his head rested on the pillows. He wrapped his arms around Harper and pulled her forward, off me so she straddled his body, on her hands and knees, looking down at him as I studied the perfect display from behind. From my position, I had the perfect view of her well used pussy, Styx’s seed slipping from her swollen, cherry red lower lips. It wasn’t that hole I was after, but the one above it, the one she’d had fucked before, prepared for us. For this moment. Leaning over, I grabbed the lube from the small table beside the bed. While I’d been seeing to Harper’s bath and food, Styx had done more than just try to soothe our enforcers, the leaders within the legion.

  “I love pussy, mate,” I said, as I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself behind her. Opening the bottle of the slick fluid, my balls tightened to the point of agony. Anticipation was a blessing and a curse. Exquisite. Painful. “But I like ass, too. I’m going to fuck your other hole. If you’ve got objections, tell me now.”

  She looked over her shoulder at me as my lubed hand hovered over my cock.

  Biting her lip, she eyed me, sizing me up and perhaps wondering if I’d fit. I would.

  “You’ll come from my cock in your ass. I promise.”

  I was cocky, sure. I also knew my mate, knew what she wanted. What she needed.

  When she didn’t respond, I gave her a playful swat to her round ass cheek.

  She startled, making her breasts swing. “Yes?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she replied, lowering to her forearms, her chest pressed to Styx’s as she left her ass high in the air. For me. An invitation.

  Fuck.

  Styx tangled his hands in her hair and kissed her, holding her in place, devouring her as I quickly coated my cock in the lube and used my slippery fingers to ring and coat her entrance. When I slipped a finger inside, I watched as she clenched the covers, gasped against Styx’s lips.

  Styx reached down and grabbed the rounded lobes of her ass, pulled them wide, opening her for me. She whimpered and claimed his mouth with her own, for the first time, the aggressor.

  My balls drew up and I groaned. I wanted in. Now.

  I removed my finger and aligned my cock to her entrance. Pressed.

  I watched her hands, the line of her back, her breathing as I carefully opened her up. She was tight, but she knew to relax, to push back, and the flared crown of my cock slipped in. She stopped kissing Styx and arched her back. Sobbed.

  “Finger her clit, Blade. Finger her clit and pull her head back. I want to taste her where our bite will mark her flesh.” Styx’s voice was rough, demanding as he slid his own hands up her body to tease her nipples, to tug and flick and play. Doing as he ordered, I fisted one hand in her hair and gently tugged her head back and up, arching her spine, exposing her long, tender throat to Styx.

  He leaned up, clamped his mouth down on her neck, not to bite, but to tease. Her ass clenched around my cock, so hard, so tight, I froze with a groan, afraid to move, afraid I’d lose control.

  Reaching around with my free hand, I found her hard clit, gently flicked it with my finger as I began to move. In. Out. Deeper and deeper into her. This wasn’t a hard fuck like Styx had given her pussy, but a slow glide. She clenched down like a vise. I wasn’t going to last, but I was going to get balls deep before I filled her with my seed.

  “So fucking perfect, Harper. You’re taking me beautifully. Come for me and you’ll take me with you.”

  In and out I moved, carefully, dripping more lube at the taut entrance, and I watched as I disappeared into her again and again.

  My orgasm built at the base of my spine, curled my toes. My seed all but burst from my balls, and I gripped her hip, marking her with my tight hold as I marked her deep inside with my seed.

  She was ours, pussy and ass. And when she came again, her head tossed back, her inner walls clenching and milking me deeper and deeper, her mouth open on a silent scream as Styx held her in place with his almost bite, I knew she held nothing back as well.

  So much was against our match. We had a fight on our hands with enemies known and unknown.

  But there was one constant now in our lives. One pleasure.

  Harper.

  * * *

  Styx, One Week Later

  “This is the price I have to pay to be Styx leader,” I grumble, surveying the room before us.

  While there were five legions on the moon base, there was one central legion-free area that was used for meetings. Not one legion had precedence. It was the only place that was neutral ground, where it was agreed no one ruled. But no leader—in current times—had taken a mate. Until now.

  It was a given the event would occur here, in this large room. The central round table was removed so mingling could occur.

  Mingling. I frowned just thinking the word. And looking around the space, so far there were about twenty enforcers from the various legions of Rogue 5. Half of them were mine, and I knew more would come.

  Mingling. I would have to talk with those I didn’t know and didn’t care to, all for the sake of fucking protocol. This was one rule I would uphold.

  We knew members of Cerberus had tried to kill Harper, and I wanted to study them. This event, this legion-neutral event was the perfect place. Every day Harper asked for an update on finding the mercenaries who took her MedRec team and her teammates whereabouts. Every day I had no answers. We had yet to hear from Ivar or the Hunters, and I was surprised. Cerberus was here on Rogue 5; they didn’t need to travel far to find out the truth. But they were Hunters, and it proved the truth sometimes was hard to find. To dig out. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to what happened than either Blade, Harper or I knew.

  I wanted the truth, no matter how long it took. In the meantime, I had to keep my mate from climbing the walls in frustration, fear and worry. Distracting her with fucking seemed to work, but I didn’t want to diminish what we did by making it that. A distraction.

  And while Harper had been bothered before, it was my turn to want to climb the damn walls. I hated this fucking event, but it had to happen. Yet, I wanted to show off my new mate. To flaunt her, even. She was mine, she was perfect and no one else besides Blade would fucking have her.

  “You like parties,” Blade replied. If I didn’t recognize the sarcasm in his words, I’d punch him in the face. Especially with the smirk I saw there now.

  We stood to the side and watched everyone mingling and talking, although based on the colored arm bands that signified their legion, no one was intermixing.

  We were the guests of honor, but Harper was the focus of everyone’s attention. She the first mate of a legion leader who was not Hyperion for as long as anyone could remember. It was rare and a complete surprise. Hell, it was a complete surprise to me as well; I hadn’t gone to Zenith for a mate, but by the gods, I’d left with one.

  That she was an Earthling only added to the curiosity surrounding her.

  I’d heard murmurs and rumors about how we’d found her. Why we’d chosen her—as if we’d had much choice. They also eyed her as if she were an outsider, which she was, but also noticed the lack of scars at the base of her neck indicating we had yet to officially claim her.

  If any of the whispers of how we were going to use her and send her back to her planet got to our mate’s ears, I would rip the speaker’s tongue from his mouth. I knew of it all, but I refused to lower myself to argue. My words were nothing for proof. Only the bite of a mate, or mates, would shut down the damned lies.

  She knew the reason we’d fucked her for the past week, but had yet to bite her. We’d told her before we’d even fucked her the first time, she would beg for the bite. Until then, we’d pleasure her, proving each time our desire for her. Our need.

  Three from Astra arrived next, looked to me and Blade from the entrance, nodded. Then focused squarely on Harper who stood between us.

  “Yo
u’re not the ones everybody’s ogling,” Harper whispered, reaching down and grabbing my hand. I knew she was nervous, anxious even because of the attack on Zenith. That some of those with red arm bands were in the room. The fact that she was here, between us, proved her trust in us, that we’d protect her from harm. Even with our lives.

  I recognized the heat in one of the male Astra’s eyes when he gazed at my mate. Not that I could blame him, for she looked exceptionally beautiful. Her skin glowed. Her lips were full and swollen from many hours of kissing. She looked well-fucked, well-loved and glowing with happiness.

  Blade tugged her into his side, pinning her in place with his arm about her waist, but she didn’t let go of me as if she could sense the tension in the room.

  These people were not my friends. There was a reason my enforcers were here, along with five of my captains. A breach in protocol they’d simply have to forgive.

  I was not taking chances with Harper’s safety. I’d known her only a week, had yet to be accepted fully by her. But already I knew losing her would destroy me.

  Chapter Nine

  Styx

  “You are the first, mate. You are the reason for this night,” Blade told her, even though she knew this. The event had been planned once word spread of Harper’s arrival on the moon base. While the legions were not friendly with each other, it was custom to introduce a new mate to the leaders and their underlings of each legion and that had to be maintained. The balance had to be kept, even if Cerberus had tipped it when they’d gone after Harper. I’d heard a few times from Ivar, but only that they were still investigating, still following leads. Nothing tangible to share with Harper. Nothing to keep this event from occurring. While I hated to fucking mingle, I would use this opportunity to get answers that Ivar had yet to uncover. To be face-to-face with Cerberus himself.

  “Two hours,” I grumbled again. I would look Cerberus in the eye and learn the truth, to find out if we were now at war. “Two hours and we will be done. You’ll meet the leaders of each legion and then we will leave. In the meantime, know that while everyone may be staring at you, they are seeing what they can’t have. You belong to me.”

  “And me,” Blade added.

  Seeing Harper in a Styx uniform, with the silver band, made me proud. The black didn’t hide her curves. She wore it well...when she was wearing it. We hadn’t given her much opportunity to do so, keeping her in bed—at least in my quarters—for most of the past week. One of us had been with her at all times. When Blade had left to work on the investigation into the Cerberus fighters who’d attacked Harper, I’d been inside her. Yes, inside. I fucked her and never pulled out when done, sleeping with her on top of me, my cock remaining nice and deep. I wanted the connection—needed it. When I’d had to see to my responsibilities, I knew Blade took very good care of her in and out of bed. While we fucked her together, we would not deny her our cocks if we were apart. Ever.

  And now, with everyone looking at us like one would the wild animals on the Hyperion surface, I just wanted to tug her somewhere private and fuck her again. To be away from this bothersome group and alone with our mate.

  My cock ached for her, and I didn’t give a damn who saw the outline of it my pants.

  “Astra,” Blade said, tipping his head as way of greeting.

  The female leader of the Astra legion stood before us, her uniform identical to ours except for the dark green band on her arm. She was older than I by at least twenty years, although no one knew her exact age and none dared ask. She was shrewd, but not evil. And that put her on the list of people from the other legions I occasionally did business with, even if I never trusted her. Those of us on Rogue 5 knew not to trust very many. Her hair was straight, shorn at her shoulders and a brilliant smoky silver—whether from age or birth I had no idea.

  “It is an honor,” Astra said, smiling at Harper.

  While we had history, and some of it not good, I had to give Astra respect for being courteous enough to approach. Others had not, only stared outright.

  “A new planet, two new mates. It must be a drastic change for you.” The look on her face, the smile, was one I’d never seen before. Coy? Suggestive? I dealt with her as the leader of her legion. She had a keen mind for business and no tolerance for fools. I had seen her hard, relentless, ruthless. Never had I seen her like this. As a woman. A woman with secrets. Perhaps it was because she was speaking with another woman that her demeanor softened.

  Harper took a deep breath and gave the legion leader a small smile of her own. “It is, but I have to admit, these two are growing on me.”

  Astra’s smile faltered, but then she laughed. Others turned, curious to learn what was so humorous, but they couldn’t hear. “The NPU didn’t process what having your mates growing on you means, but I have to assume it is because they are very attentive lovers. By the look of you, you are well satisfied.”

  Harper’s mouth fell open in surprise, and her cheeks turned pink. “That’s not—”

  “Of course, she is. You doubt our claim, Astra?” I asked, turning the female’s attention toward me. While Harper’s embarrassment did not seem intentional, she needed a moment.

  Astra’s gaze shifted to me. “She has yet to be bitten, Styx. You both wear her ink, but she does not carry your bite.” She turned her attention back to Harper, her body leaning forward slightly as she took in Harper’s scent. “She carries your scent. But I would not wait too long to claim her.”

  Ah, the legion leader was bold, stating the one thing everyone wanted to know about. Everyone in the room had to be wondering why we had yet to bite our mate. The lack of scars on both sides of her neck was obvious to all. If she’d been from Hyperion, we wouldn’t even have asked. Hyperion females didn’t want a male to doubt, to hold back. They knew what was to come.

  But Harper was human, and the only other human I’d known had blushed with embarrassment at the blatant talk of sex. Of fucking. Of biting and claiming. Earth females required a more delicate touch. Patience. Seduction. Consent.

  None of these thoughts and details about Harper were something I would share with a nosy female from another legion, regardless of her rank among our people. She was after one thing. Gossip. I hated gossip.

  Blade lifted his free hand, stroked his knuckles over Harper’s pink cheeks.

  “Perhaps we should resolve that now,” he said, looking into our mate’s eyes.

  They widened, but she remained silent.

  “Yes, perhaps we should. Astra.” I said her name as a goodbye and followed Blade as he tugged our mate through a side door.

  “You seem to keep tugging me into hallways,” Harper said, once Blade pushed her up against a wall. We were in a narrow corridor, alone, just like at the canteen on Zenith. This one, too, led to the outside for emergencies only. No one would come this way.

  “We like to have you all to ourselves,” Blade replied, running his hands up and down her body as if he couldn’t help himself. “We are greedy like that.”

  “You’re not really going to bite me now, are you?” she asked, thrusting her chest out.

  Blade cupped her breasts and she sighed. “Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice husky.

  We’d fucked her two hours ago, yet we wanted her again. By the way she was squirming and breathing hard, she was just as eager.

  “What did we tell you, mate?” I asked, leaning my shoulder against the wall beside them, watching.

  “That I’ll beg for your bite.”

  “That’s right. But right now, we’re going to make you come.”

  “Again? Now?” Neither word was a protest, and I shared a glance with Blade as we moved into position on either side of her.

  “Yes. Do you want to come? Do you want us to touch you, Harper?” I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned in and nuzzled her neck with my nose. “Do you want my fingers in your pussy? Stretching you open? Fucking you with them hard and fast?”

  She nodded, bit her lip. While she wore the basic unifo
rm as the rest of us, Harper had put her hair up in such a way that it was piled on top of her head. But the pretty style was coming loose as her head slid back and forth against the hard wall. Long tendrils began to fall over her shoulders, and she already looked well-fucked. We couldn’t do that here, not now, but we could definitely bring a pretty flush to her cheeks and a softness to her so that everyone in the other room would know that she’d been well-pleased by her mates. That she’d know that we’d take care of her, even with the staring hordes.

  “You’ve got a very greedy pussy,” I said, turning her sideways so she leaned her side against the wall, and I stood before her. Blade settled at her back as I undid her pants, loosening them, but not letting them fall.

  “Styx,” she breathed, putting her hands on my wrists. She looked up at me through her golden lashes, then flicked her gaze toward the door we’d come through. “There are too many people. We’re supposed to be at the party.”

  “Fuck the party,” I said, referring to not only fucking, but the sight of her body, the sound of her pleasure. “We want to touch you, and we want to touch you now. Those people will not delay us from being with you, even like this. And we don’t share. We want to make you come, mate.” I slid my hand over her smooth stomach and watched as she shuddered, melting into me. “I’m greedy, Harper. I want your wet pussy juices coating my fingers. I want to make you lose control, right here, now. Your body is mine, mine to tease, and taste, and fuck.”

  I slipped a hand down and into her pants, found her dripping and eager, then slid deep inside her wet heat with a firm, quick thrust that had her arching her back, grabbing blindly for my shoulders. Her inner walls clenched as I began to slowly fuck her. It wasn’t the same as watching her ride my cock, but it would have to do for now.

  I grinned as Blade slowly licked his middle finger, then slid it down the back of her pants. When her eyes flared wide, I covered her mouth with mine, smothering her cry as Blade slipped the single digit into her ass. She loved ass play. Ever since Blade had fucked her there the first day, she wanted it. Craved it. The way her juices practically coated my palm now confirmed it.