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

by Grace Goodwin

  Hunt smiled at me, but the look on his face was somehow softer. They were both rugged, but Hunt lacked the hard edge I sensed in Tyran, even though he had a silver eye. I wondered why Tyran was here, on the Colony. On first glance, he didn’t appear to have any Inspector Gadget parts at all.

  “Am I on the Colony?” I wondered. I looked around and all I could see beyond the men’s large bodies was a transport room. But Tyran looked all too normal—well, normal for an alien.

  “You are,” Tyran answered.

  The thought of what was going on under his heavy black clothing was territory a bit too dangerous for me to traverse at the moment, so I changed the subject. “God, I can’t believe I just traveled to another planet. It’s a little unreal.”

  While he didn’t smile, I saw warmth in his eyes. They didn’t hold mine, but roved over my face as if studying me. I didn’t blame him, for I was doing the same thing to both of them, my gaze darting back and forth like a ping-pong ball, trying to come to grips with the fact that these two men were mine. Forever. No dating. No figuring things out. I was basically married already, and I barely knew their names.

  “It was an incredibly long way and transport can be difficult if one is not prepared. Do you feel well?” Hunt asked. I could tell already he was going to be the considerate one, the one who noticed if I was hungry or cold or just needed some alone time. He made me feel safe. Cherished. Protected.

  But Tyran? He looked at me like he was debating which part to bite first, and I couldn’t stop the visceral reaction to his caveman attitude. His eyes were focused like lasers, dark with lust. Raw. Animal. Lust.

  Chapter Five

  Kristin

  My body came to life under his perusal, a wildness rising within me I didn’t realize I had. The security of Hunt’s presence made me worse. Somehow, I knew Hunt would stop things from going too far for me to handle, and that made me feel like being wild.

  It was all insanity. I’d known them for all of three minutes, but my heart didn’t care. My body didn’t either. Both of them were telling my brain to shut the hell up and go with it.

  I didn’t feel like I’d been turned into little particles and sent through space and then reconstituted as if I were powdered milk. But I had. I should’ve worried about how scary the idea was, how many chances there were for mistakes. What happened if everything wasn’t put back in the same place? But I didn’t care, not right now. I was here, and two of the sexiest men I’d ever seen were set to devour me.

  My breasts grew heavy and my nipples hardened as I imagined myself laid out between them, taking them both, four hands on my body, two mouths—one at my pussy and one suckling at my breasts—two lovers making me feel feminine, beautiful, wanted…

  Okay. Really? I was a little out of control here. This needed to stop before I made a fool of myself in front of my new mates.

  “Will you, um, put me down, please?” I asked Tyran, who held me so close. I needed distance if I was going to get myself back together.

  I wiggled and he released my legs, but kept his other arm banded around me until I had my feet beneath me. It was then I realized I was already naked and clawed at the blanket to cover myself. We were alone in the room. While these two were my mates, I didn’t know them and I wasn’t quite ready to show them my body.

  After tugging the blanket up to my shoulders, I spun about, faced away from them and parted the soft material enough to look down at myself.

  Yes, my parts were all there. Thank God. Unfortunately, all of me was still there including my wide hips and overly generous curves. With this fancy transport technology, you’d think they could figure out how to do space-lipo or body sculpting. You know, just leave a few extra fat cells behind. Not like I would miss them.

  What was missing was the landing strip I’d gotten the last time I’d been waxed. Somewhere between three, two, one and space I’d had a full Brazilian. Totally bare.

  With a gasp, I lifted my hand to my head, felt the short, soft strands of my pixie-style haircut, and sighed with relief. For a second there, I’d been afraid these weird bride protocols had taken all of it. Short and a little chubby was bad enough, but short, chubby and bald? I would have cried. Big, fat ugly-cried.

  “Is everything all right?” one of the men called from behind me.

  I spun back, pulled the blanket snug. Now I could see both of them clearly. They were of similar height, a similar ludicrously tall height. They had to be close to seven feet and as broad as football players. How was that physically possible? These men were from Prillon Prime. Were all males from their planet this size? If so, I looked like I’d just come from Munchkinland, not Earth.

  “Do I… Do I look normal to you?” I wondered.

  One frowned, the other’s eyebrows went up. “Normal?” Tyran asked.

  I nodded. “Yes. I’m much smaller than you guys, and we have different skin coloring and you’re huge and solid muscle.” All that muscle was clearly visible despite their clothing. Hunt wore what I thought might be normal clothing, pants and a tunic, not that dissimilar from things I’d seen on Earth. But Tyran was wearing some kind of body-hugging armor, a marbled black and gray that made him look intimidating as hell, like he was ready to go kill something. “You guys are huge, and strong and I’m fat and—”

  “When I hear the word fat, I think of an animal that is plump for slaughter. Is this what you refer to?” Hunt tilted his head to the side, a confused look on his face.

  “What?” What was he talking about? “You mean like pigs or cows?”

  Tyran frowned as well, his eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made me blush and tighten my grip on the blanket. “I was not aware there was cannibalism on Earth. Is that why you volunteered? To escape being eaten by cannibals?”

  I stared at my mates with blank confusion. Were they both crazy? It seemed we were all talking in riddles. He thought we were savages on Earth? Well, perhaps we were, but we hadn’t taken to eating each other. Yet. At least, not as a normal, everyday occurrence.

  “No. No, I was not about to be eaten. That’s not what I mean by fat.” I knew my face blushed, could feel the heat rising in my cheeks that signaled a full, red-faced mortification. Two of the hottest men I’d ever seen were staring at me like I was a puzzle they couldn’t solve. No puzzle here, boys. Just feeling like a Grade-A idiot about now.

  “No one will eat you here. We are not cannibals,” Hunt reassured me, his sincerity making me want to laugh. How the hell had we gotten into this completely insane conversation?

  “Good.”

  Tyran took a step closer and I stood my ground. He was mine. I was going to have to work hard to remember that and not back away every time he moved in my direction. “I can’t see much of you beneath the blanket. You are small, but you seem perfect to me.”

  “You think I’m small?” That was a new one.

  They both nodded, but Hunt spoke. He seemed to be the diplomat. “You are small, but we are familiar with females from Earth, for our Queen is from your planet and so is Lady Rone, our governor’s mate.”

  “There are other women here? On the Colony? From Earth?” I almost dropped the blanket, so excited by the possibility of having a friend from home.

  Hunt nodded. “Yes, and Lady Rone is eager to meet you.”

  Feeling happy, and a bit more confident, I took my time looking them over, and letting them watch me do it. “So, are all Prillon warriors this big?” I pointed at them, my bare arm coming out from the slit in the blanket.

  I lifted my gaze from Tyran’s thighs to where I knew his cock rested. By the thick bulge beneath his armor, he was hard for me already, and he was huge. When my attention finally returned to his face, his eyes had gone so dark they were nearly black. “Yes.”

  My mates were the perfect contrast standing next to one another. One light, one dark. So tall. So intense.

  “We also have this.” Hunt pointed to his right eye where the silver glinted at me in the harsh light of t
he transport room. His golden skin took on a harsher tone where the silver surrounded his eye and disappeared at the temple. I wondered how the Hive had done that to him. Wondered if it hurt.

  “Does it hurt?”

  He looked surprised by the question, but shook his head slowly. “No.”

  I looked down at the sleek floor, then held Hunt’s gaze, looking into his eye. No, eyes. The silver was odd, but when I watched closely, I saw it shift and focus as he studied me. “You can see with that, can’t you?”

  “Very, very well. I can count the twelve freckles on your nose from here. Is that a scar on your left ear?”

  I lifted my hand to my earlobe where my earring had been ripped out when I was thirteen. The skin had been split open. It had been sewn back together but there was still a faint white line.

  “Wow, you’re like the bionic man,” I whispered.

  He pointed to his right ear next. “My ear was altered as well. I can hear the blood pulsing through your body, the beat of your heart. I can count your breaths and hear the tapping of your bare foot on the floor beneath the blanket.”

  Whoa. I stopped tapping my bare toes on the cold, hard floor. But I couldn’t stop the rest.

  “Does that bother you?” he asked.

  I frowned, thinking. No. It might seem strange to me for a while, but there was also something comforting in thinking Hunt would always hear me calling for him in a crowded room, or from far away. “No. Does it bother you that I’m so short? Because if it does, then we’ve got a problem because I stopped growing in ninth grade.”

  Tyran bowed, just a little, before standing again, as if offering deference to a queen. “Do not fear that I don’t find you appealing. I assure you I do. Just as your desire for us grows with each passing moment. The match ensures that. The Brides Program has been used successfully for hundreds of years. You are perfect for me. The matching ensures that.”

  That made sense and I hadn’t thought of it.

  “Is it the same for you, too?” I asked Hunt.

  “I am your designated second. While I am not a perfect match to you, as Tyran is, I assure you I am in complete agreement with him about his eagerness to have you here with us.”

  “You will not want a mate of your own?”

  He stared at me for a moment as if I’d slapped him. “You are my mate. Primary Male. Secondary. It changes nothing. You are mine. Do not doubt my desire for you.”

  I looked away, unable to hold his gaze when he was staring into my soul with those eyes. Biting my lip now, I could feel the heat spreading from my face to my neck and shoulders under their scrutiny and I shifted on my feet. “I feel strange just standing here,” I admitted, feeling a little awkward and out of sorts. “Can’t we go somewhere else to talk?” I tugged on the blanket, making sure it was snug around the girls. “And maybe get some clothes?” Clothes might help.

  “No,” Tyran said. He looked at me as if he wanted to gobble me up. “We aren’t leaving here until you wear our collar and we’ve made you come.”

  I heard the word collar, but my brain short-circuited, completely focused on the word come.

  My pussy clenched with heat and I bristled to hide my reaction. What the hell? It was like he’d just shoved a finger inside me, I was so turned on, ready to agree to almost anything. It was crazy. “Um, what? I don’t think so. I didn’t travel across the universe just to—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I’d be lying. I had come across the universe to have mind-blowing sex with my hot alien mates. And god help me, they were fucking hot. Panty-melting, drop-dead-gorgeous.

  “Just to what?” Tyran replied. “Fuck? I didn’t say anything about fucking.”

  “You said—”

  “I want my collar around your neck. I want the taste of your pussy to coat my tongue. I want to know the sounds you make when you are lost in pleasure. I want you to know that your mates will take care of you, see to your every need.”

  This was a little insane. I’d been awake on a strange planet for five minutes and he wanted to get me off? Honestly, I didn’t want to say no, but it just seemed wrong somehow. “But—”

  “Drop the blanket.” Tyran crossed his arms over his chest yet didn’t shift his gaze from mine.

  My mouth fell open at his bluntness, at the deeper timbre of his voice, but my nipples hardened and the ache grew between my legs.

  “Tyran, you’re being—”

  Tyran cut off Hunt’s words. “Our mate likes it when we take control.”

  “That might be true, but we should take some time, get to know each other. Give her some time, Tyran. She’s not ready.”

  It seemed Hunt was a little more of a romantic than Tyran. Protective, too. But he was also wrong. I didn’t want safe and sane right now. I felt on the edge of screaming my frustration. I needed release. I needed to be conquered, claimed by these two warriors. I needed to know they were really mine. That was the only way I was going to feel safe. Somehow, by some miracle, Tyran seemed to know that.

  “I bet you’re wet now, hearing your mates argue over you.”

  I was, but I wasn’t going to admit it.

  “Fuck, Tyran, I didn’t know you were this…”

  “What?” Tyran slowly shook his head. His tongue flicked out and slid along his full lower lip. “Dominant? Tell him, mate, tell him you want this. Tell him you need me just like this.”

  “How can you be so sure I do?” I asked. “I worked for the FBI. I’ve seen it all. I don’t like women being forced. I don’t like women being demeaned. I won’t stand for it.”

  “I don’t want a weak woman,” Tyran replied. “We will never force you. You have a voice. You’ll tell me if you don’t like something.” His gaze wandered over me slowly, lingering on my body like he had a direct connection to my core. “And you’ll tell me when you do.”

  I’d never told anyone about my sexual interests. I’d known since I was younger that I was a little different than others. When my friends were playing wedding with their Barbie and Ken dolls, I was tying Barbie up. I was bending Barbie over Ken’s knee for a spanking.

  As I got older and learned about sex, I wanted it rough. I wanted a guy who held me down, talked dirty to me. But that didn’t work so well on the old couch in my parents’ basement. Steve Taylor, who’d taken my virginity, was too eager to manage anything more than breaking my hymen. He’d come in about thirty seconds. Maybe less. That was the first time he’d gotten his cock wet and he’d hadn’t been able to hold back—even thought he’d worn a condom.

  When I told my boyfriend in college I wanted him to tie me up, he’d thought I was a freak. So, yeah, he wasn’t my boyfriend after that. I turned all my perverted leanings toward reading the steamier romance novels out there. Johanna Lindsay and the hero that kidnapped the virgin, keeping her prisoner on his ship. The ravaging Vikings. The commanding Doms. Those fictional heroes made me wet. They had fueled my fantasies as I used my vibrator and accepted the fact that no man would ever really be able to give me what I wanted.

  I was broken. That’s what I thought. Abnormal.

  I couldn’t tell anyone, not when I went into the FBI. Especially not after being transferred to the sex crimes division. God, if one of those guys learned I wanted to be dominated and controlled, they’d think I’d gone insane, contaminated by the sick fucks we put behind bars.

  So the fantasy never became a reality and I’d never told anyone.

  “How do you know what I want?” I asked.

  Now he grinned, and his face transformed. God, he was so hot and that look was solely for me. Solely because of me.

  “The match. We are a puzzle that has always had a missing piece. Now we’ve found it. Set Hunt’s mind at ease.”

  “How?” I asked, looking to the other Prillon.

  “When I commanded you to drop the blanket, did it make you hot?”

  I bit my lip, stared between them.

  “Never fear telling us the truth,” Hunt said. “We have been outcasts for a lo
ng time. Nothing you can say will be judged here.”

  I took a deep breath, let it out. I’d come halfway across the universe for this. The time to be a coward was behind me. “Yes, it made me hot.”

  Tyran closed the distance between us, placed his big hands on my shoulders. While he was gentle, the heavy weight of them made me feel somehow settled. “Are you wet, mate? Wet and ready for my cock?”

  Such gentle hands and such crude words. I shivered. “Yes.”

  “I’m hard. I’ve never been so hard. I like to dominate, be in control. Fuck hard and rough. Spank and play. I want to tie you up and make you beg, keep you exposed and open, exactly where I need you. I want to do very dirty things to you.”

  Oh. My. God. I was going to spontaneously combust, and he hadn’t done anything but touch my shoulders. Behind him, Hunt stepped closer and I felt them surrounding me with their energy. I was completely at their mercy, and there was no one here to save me. No one who would hear me cry out. I was theirs. They owned me and there was nothing I could do about it.

  The realization made my legs tremble as I fought to stay focused, not get lost in the conversation.

  “What do you want, mate?”

  Chapter Six

  Kristin

  What do you want, mate?

  “Everything. All of it.” The words burst from me before I could stop them, my brain apparently completely disconnected from my body.

  Heat flared in his eyes and the corner of his mouth tipped up.

  “A perfect match.”

  I frowned. “The testing picked up on this…interest we share?”

  “Absolutely. Will you give yourself to me, mate, to bring you pleasure you’ve never even imagined, in ways you’ve only dreamed about?”

  “We don’t even know her name,” Hunt added. “Shouldn’t we at least know that before we fuck her?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh then, which made Tyran’s smile grow wider. It was true. I was basically giving them permission to fuck me, and I hadn’t even told them my name.