Lady Rone offered her a smile, then looked to Hunt. “I can vouch for her experience on Earth. You may not appreciate the depth of her skills, but I can. She saved innocents from the dregs of society. She can do it here, too.”
Maxim put a hand on his mate’s shoulder. She looked up at him. “She can help,” she said to him.
“It is not my decision, Rachel. She is not my mate.” He looked to Hunt. “You will take four guards and go to Section 9. Work your way around the entire outer perimeter. Report back every hour.”
Hunt nodded, pointed to four of his warriors. They preceded him out of the room and Kristin stopped Hunt with a hand on his arm. “I can help. Truly.”
“The answer is no, mate.” He stroked her cheek, then looked to me. “Tyran.”
He leaned down, kissed Kristin on the top of the head, then left the room, the door sliding shut behind his group.
I felt Kristin’s anger pulsing at me. She was furious at being disregarded, but neither of us could allow her into danger. We’d just found her. She had no idea how truly rare and precious she was.
She stomped over to one of the other guards, held out her palm. “Give me your gun.”
Her eyes lowered to the thigh holster and the ion pistol secured there.
The Atlan looked down at her with wide eyes. He was even bigger than me and I approached, ready to protect my mate from the beast within him.
“Do you know how to use one?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Don’t patronize me. I might be small, but I know how to shoot. I know how to kill.”
Kristin had killed before. I felt it, felt the cold chill of that truth and her strength made my cock harden. All that fire, that power, and she surrendered it to me.
“You will not take the Atlan’s weapon,” I told her, approaching. I placed a possessive hand on her shoulder. If the Atlan had any doubt she was mine, if the collar and the blue tunic were not enough, this would help. I only hoped that she still had our scent on her skin. Had she washed away Hunt’s seed? I hoped not. I wanted the beast to scent our possession of her, know the truth.
She was ours.
“Lady Zakar, I do not wish to offend. As the governor said, if your mate wishes you to have a weapon, then it is his decision, not mine.” He bowed and stepped back. Thank fuck I didn’t have to challenge him.
Kristin turned her narrowed gaze on me. “Your decision? You’re going to deny me the ability to help? What am I supposed to do, sit around all the time barefoot and pregnant and cook your dinner and rub your back after a long day at work?” She pouted like a little girl, pursing her lips out at me. I might have fallen for the ruse if I hadn’t felt her fury blasting me through the collar. “So, what is my job going to be here? Is my only job to fuck you and Hunt? Because you can use a blow up doll for that.”
I heard the warriors murmuring around us, but I didn’t turn my gaze from her. I wasn’t trying to make her angry, I just couldn’t give her what she wanted. I couldn’t allow her to risk her life, not for this.
“You are new here, Kristin. While we are well and truly matched, there is still much to learn. I had no idea about your function on Earth until now. I am impressed with your efforts, but it is my job—and Hunt’s—to keep you from harm. We are all here on the Colony because of the Hive, what they did to us. I will not let that happen to you. I cannot hand you a weapon and encourage you to walk into danger, to risk your life.”
“There’s danger everywhere. Hell, this ceiling could fall in and hurt me. I’m a grown woman, you can’t protect me from everything.”
“It is my greatest honor and privilege to try.”
She didn’t understand the depth of a Prillon’s possession. She saw it as oppression instead of devotion. But I would convince her. I would make her understand.
Pursing her lips, she narrowed her eyes. She was fast. I had to give her that. She had my weapon from my holster and her fingers wrapped around it before I could blink. Turning, she headed toward the door. It opened for her, but she didn’t make it a foot outside before I scooped her up in my arms, tossed her over my shoulder.
Chapter Ten
Tyran
“Tyran!” she cried, hitting my back with her fists. I felt the hard metal of the ion pistol. I just had to pray she didn’t shoot someone accidentally before she learned how to use it.
“Governor,” I said, looking over my shoulder. Thankfully, he knew what I wanted and closed the distance.
“Lady Zakar, if I may.” His words matched his actions. While I couldn’t see what he was doing, I knew he was taking the weapon from her hands. I would allow only Maxim or Ryston to touch my mate, for they had one of their own and I knew the union to be strong. I had no reason to be jealous of the governor. The other warriors…
“Put me down! You’re behaving like a stupid caveman.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I was behaving a touch irrationally. Hunt had to do his job, so it was mine to protect her while he was gone. Her feistiness, her eagerness to charge into the fight, to help find the lost members of our community was heartening. She wanted to help.
But not at the expense of her safety. The fact that she would face down an Atlan warrior, and then have the fucking balls to take my own weapon out of its holster and point it at me should have made me angry. Instead, it made me hard. So fucking hard there was only one thing to do.
I walked down the hall, ready to take her back to our quarters, but that was too far away. I needed her now. On the left, there was a door and I swiped my hand so it opened.
It was some kind of maintenance room, the space filled entirely with electronics and wires that calibrated the environmental settings of this building. There wasn’t much room, but there was a bare wall, a smooth gray one that would not hurt my mate’s delicate skin as I reminded her just who she belonged to.
Perfect.
Entering, I pressed the mechanism to lock the door closed behind us so we would not be interrupted, lowered Kristin to her feet.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, breathing hard. I hadn’t taken her far, so she couldn’t be tired, especially since I’d carried her.
“Fucking you.” I pushed her up against the wall, but she was so much smaller, she barely reached my shoulder. Easily, I hoisted her up, then leaned into her, pinning her in place with my body. There was no doubt the flare of her eyes was because she felt my cock, long and thick, against her belly, felt my need for her through the collar and her haze of anger and frustration.
The way her breasts rose and fell beneath her blue tunic, she was aroused by our argument, by my touch, by my desire pouring into her mind through the collar.
I was so far gone I wanted to come all over her clothing and then go again, filling her with my seed until she didn’t want to argue anymore. The current running between us was magnetic and powerful, pulling us both into a deep, dark well where there would be no escaping.
I felt it and I knew she did as well.
Fuck, I couldn’t remember being this hard. Perhaps it was because I felt her wrath, her frustration and her lust through the collar, just as she had mine. The full circle of emotion only built and built until neither of us could argue any further. We had to have a release of all the tension between us and I knew just how to do it.
“Tyran—”
I cut off all argument with a kiss. Wasn’t it obvious the reason I’d dragged her away from the others? Hunt had been there when she woke up. When I’d joined them, I’d sensed a calmness between them, which was good, for it was a stark contrast to my dark need for her.
It was so dark I’d had to walk away after we’d claimed her in the transport room. But I couldn’t walk away now.
I’d held myself in check, hiding my true nature. But that could not happen any longer. There were no secrets between mates, especially ones who shared collars. Hers was still black, but I sensed her just the same, just as she sensed me.
I took her
mouth over and over until her hands lifted to my head, her fingers tunneling into my hair, holding me closer, scraping me with her nails. She tore her mouth from mine, so I kissed her jaw, her cheek, anything I could reach.
“Tyran. We can’t do this now. We have men to find,” she breathed.
I shook my head slowly and pushed forward, grinding my cock into her soft body as I nibbled on her ear. “We don’t have to find anything. Hunt does. He’s doing his job.”
“What’s your job?” she asked.
“To keep you safe, at all costs.” My words made her groan and I knew she liked the way I felt about her, possessive, protective, a little out of control. I found the base of her neck, her pulse, and bit gently, my reward her bucking hips and a loud moan.
“I need a job. I need something to do or I’ll go crazy.”
“Not today. Not hunting Hive.”
“Today, I could save your men!”
“Today you could get hurt, or die. Not happening, mate.”
“So you’re just going to fuck me into submission, is that it?”
I gave a slight shrug, lifted my hand and cupped her breast. It was soft and full in my big palm. I felt the nipple tighten and wished her tunic wasn’t in the way. “If that’s what it takes.”
“Why? Why would you want to fuck me? You don’t talk to me. It’s like we hate each other,” she said. Her eyes held the bright flame of anger, but now it was banked with lust. Her hands went to my shirt and I was grateful that I’d listened to Hunt’s suggestion. Normally, I wore Coalition armor every day, whether I was on duty or not. But Hunt thought our mate might take advantage of easier access to our bodies, and thank the gods, he’d been right.
Nothing felt better than Kristin’s urgent little hands pushing my shirt up so that it came free and bunched between us.
If she hated me, it did not diminish her libido. She was trying to get me naked even as she argued with me.
“No, we’re both hot headed.” I leaned in and grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled it to the side, exposing her bare shoulder. I kissed the warm skin, then nipped it. She gasped and her head thumped against the wall. Yes, I loved the taste of her, her scent. “It seems you had an important role on Earth that must carry over here on the Colony.”
Her rough hands were able to get under my shirt, at least in the front, and she lifted the fabric up to my armpits. I leaned back enough to yank it over my head. My hips held her firmly in place as I did so. If she wanted my clothes off, I was more than happy to comply. I was in control though and she knew it.
“Yes, but I won’t tolerate a jealous mate who won’t let me near any other males.” She leaned in, found my nipple and took it in her mouth. Then she bit it.
I growled, instantly inflamed and aroused by her bold move. That fucking hurt, but it also made my cock as hard as Prillon ore.
I stepped back, slid her down the wall so her feet touched the floor. I dropped to my knees before her, working her pants off without a bit of finesse.
“You’re mine,” I said, my words a harsh bark. “Hunt’s, too. No other man will touch you.”
That wasn’t just words. It was a vow and I knew she felt the pulse of it through the collar.
Her pants bunched about her ankles and I worked them free of one foot, but that was all. I didn’t need to put any more work in, for I was able to do exactly what I wanted. I pushed her feet apart, wide, then wider still so her pussy was open to me. I cupped that hot, wet flesh in my palm. She cried out at the contact. “This is mine.”
“Yes,” she hissed, curling her hips outward so she rubbed herself on me.
“You are not officially claimed, not yet. Until you are, I will be possessive.” She was wet for me, my fingers instantly slick with her hot need. I moved them back and forth, stroking her, inciting her for more. For me. No one else. Me. “Protective and irrational. Nothing but the strength of your mates prevents another male here from claiming you for himself. Most operate on a strict code of honor, and would not tear the collar from your neck. That collar indicates that you belong to me and Hunt, yet it is an outward sign only, and it is still black, a temporary claim, not my family’s blue. One tug on it from you or an overeager fighter and I will have to kill to keep you safe.”
She stilled, even as I continued to play with her pussy, the scent of her arousal like a drug that calmed my fears for her safety, but stoked another fire within me, one that burned even hotter.
“I thought you said the collars would keep me safe.”
I looked up at her, my position one I would only ever assume when I was taking her like this, worshiping her with my body, giving her pleasure. “They are a warning that you are mine, that you have been mated, protected. But the black indicates you are not claimed. I will keep you safe. Yet I will not let another take you away from us, to claim you himself. The testing matched us.” I pounded my chest with my free hand. “You’re mine, Kristin, whether or not you want to admit it.”
She grinned at that. “You are jealous.”
I slid two fingers into her, deep. Her wet pussy stretched around then before clenching down. She moaned.
“Fuck, of course I am. Every warrior on the planet wants this.” I worked her, fucking her with my fingers as I would soon be filling her with my cock.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me. How…how you want to claim me,” she said, the words barely escaping. She was writhing on my hand, close to coming. Her cheeks were flushed, her thighs quivered, and she wanted me to talk to her, fill her mind with sensual images, tell her what Hunt and I were going to do to her.
The thought sent a jolt of lust up and down my spine before coming to rest in my balls like an iron weight. By the gods, my mate was sex personified, so powerfully feminine, so hot that I feared if she ever learned her true power, I’d be helpless against her.
“My cock will be here.” I slid my fingers deeply into her, curling them and pressing against that little ridge of flesh I knew would set her off. She moaned when I took them out. I moved them back to her puckered hole. With her juices coating my fingers, I was able to press and slide one finger into her. The ring of muscle fought my advances, but only briefly, her body relenting and flowering open, allowing me to slip in to the first knuckle.
She gasped, arched her back.
“And Hunt will be here.”
I pulled back, worked the second finger into her, then began to slowly, carefully finger fuck her ass. She wasn’t a novice at this, knew how to relax, to push out to let me in. She was not afraid of the intense feelings, the intimacy of the act. I watched her face, the way she bit her lip, the way her cheeks turned a pretty pink, the way her breath came out in little pants. I even felt her pussy dripping onto my palm. I didn’t need those outward signs to know she liked what I was doing. I felt it through the damn collar. And so I pushed her more. I wanted to see how far she’d go, for I knew how far I wanted to take her. As my matched mate, she’d want it.
No, she’d love it.
“We will fuck you together, fill you with our seed. Don’t you see? You will join us as one, just as we’ve always been meant to be.”
She writhed on my fingers. I didn’t have enough lube to take her more aggressively, but I would give her what we both needed. I wouldn’t relent. Not when she was about to come.
Unable to resist another moment, I leaned forward and tasted her, ran my tongue along the sensitive side of her clit over and over until her legs began to shake. I pushed her to the edge of release, then stopped, again and again until she sobbed once, losing control. Ready to beg.
“That makes you hot, doesn’t it? The idea of being fucked by both your men? Your holes stretched, filled, claimed, marked?”
She was panting now, her hands on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my bare skin. “Yes.”
“You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she repeated.
I stilled my fingers, then pulled them free only long enough to stand, spi
n her about so her hands were flat on the wall by her head. I lifted the tunic up over her hips, hooked an arm about her to pull her back so she was bent, her pussy and ass on perfect display.
“Don’t move,” I said as I worked my pants open. Once I was free, I groaned, the ache in my cock dissipating slightly at the lack of confinement. But seeing her pink and slick, swollen and open for me, I wasn’t going to last.
I slid my thumb into her pussy, coated it with her juices and moved it right to her ass, pressing it into the prepared hole, hooking it so it slid in, my palm flat on her luscious ass.
She yelped at the intrusion, but writhed. I didn’t delay. I couldn’t.
“You want to investigate the missing men? You want to be out of my sight?”
Lining up, I thrust into her pussy. She cried out, her arms bending so her forearms were on the wall, her cheek pressed against the hard surface.
I had to bend my knees to get into her, but once I was buried to the balls, I wrapped my free arm around her waist and settled my palm over her clit, lifted her, pulled her up and back onto my cock as my fingers toyed with her sensitive nub. “Spread your legs, mate. I want you wide open as I fuck you.”
“Oh, God.” Her pussy fluttered around my hard length and I froze in place, waited for the moment to pass. Her hands tightened into fists against the wall and she moaned my name.
I could listen to that sweet sound for hours.
Moving slowly, I told her how I felt as I fucked her. “You’re mine. Mine. Do you understand? Your pussy is mine. Your heart is mine. You will not want a new mate. You will not look at the other warriors. You will love me, do you understand?”
I felt like a primitive idiot babbling as I thrust into her, but the hot, wet heat of her was making me lose my mind. The words were rough and unfiltered, dragged from the deepest, darkest places inside, but I couldn’t hold them back. Not with her.
She made me lose control. She brought out the darkness. I only hoped she could accept it, because the monster that was my dark side, my buried needs and desires, had escaped his prison locked inside my soul and no matter how hard I tried to go back to the way I was before, I couldn’t. She’d broken me open and spilled my soul into the world, into her. I couldn’t put it back.
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