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

by Grace Goodwin

  I slowly shook my head, gripped the hem of her shirt in my fingers. “No, we’re supposed to protect you.”

  Once the garment was clear of her head, I tossed it aside. Yes, there was the perfect skin, the perfect breasts I loved. I stroked a line along her shoulder reverently.

  “You almost died today, and we’re going to fight about this?” She shivered at my gentle touch and I felt a blast of her arousal. “I’m more than just a fuck toy, you know. I can’t stand to be locked in this room. I’ll go crazy. I’m going to work with Kiel and head up the forensic team.”

  “I will not have you hurt!” I shouted.

  “Life happens.” She shrugged but I recognized the iron will I’d come to admire rising within her. Hunt stood behind me, silently waiting for me to work through my raging emotions. He was calm, and I used him as an anchor.

  “Hunt?”

  “Smother her and she’ll choose another, someone strong enough to let her do what makes her happy.”

  Fuck. When he put it like that, I felt like an ass. She’s said as much in the cave, but I’d thought her to be bluffing. Perhaps not. I knew she was right, that Hunt was right, but I couldn’t stop the instincts raging in me to protect her, shelter her, keep her safe.

  “You want to be a part of this forensic team?” I could barely speak the words.

  I felt the need in her, the desire to be included, helpful. “Yes. And if you’d stop and think for a minute, it does its job after something happens. Not before, not during. I’ll be surrounded by warriors at all times. I’ll be safe.”

  What she said made sense. “You will no longer charge into battle?”

  She rubbed her hands over her arms as if she were chilled. “I don’t like fighting. I don’t want to do that again. I hope that finding that underground fortress will make sure the Hive are eliminated, permanently.”

  “Krael escaped,” Hunt added. “Danger will continue to lurk.”

  “Then we will face it together.” She reached out and placed a hand on my cheek. “But I don’t need to be confronting Hive to be happy. I’m perfectly content sticking to analysis and clean up.”

  Hunt’s brow went up. “So you will not battle the Hive again?”

  Kristin pursed her lips. “I don’t want to, but if they’re threatening you, I will do what I need to do. It’s my choice.”

  I sighed, recognizing the semantics in the wording. She wanted a choice. We’d blatantly shared our feelings over her going headlong into danger. She wanted to be the one to decide what she did, to take our wishes into account as she did so. She wanted us to trust her.

  Leaning into her touch, I sighed. “I still want to spank you. But I’m too damn tired to even lift my hand and bring it down on your ass.” I knelt down before her, worked her pants off her hips, and pushed them off, along with her boots. I lifted my eyes to meet hers. “We’re going to sleep, then we’ll talk more.”

  I sighed, felt the heavy weight of exhaustion press down on me.

  Standing, I took her hand and led her to the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hunt head into the bathing room, heard the shower tube come on.

  I tugged back the covers and Kristin climbed in. I stripped off my clothes and let it all drop to the floor.

  “Lay down.”

  She settled into the center of the bed as Hunt came into the room, went around the far side of the bed and slid in beside her.

  My cock hardened at the sight of her. Naked, her breasts thrusting up, her nipples hardening. She was not shy with us, never had been, and her legs parted slightly and I was able to see the dewy desire. She may be upset with us, but she still wanted us. Just like a few days before when I took her in the maintenance room.

  I wanted to fuck her then and there, but it wasn’t time. I walked to the bathing room and didn’t linger in the tube, only quickly cleaning last bits of blood and grime from the ordeal. More than needing the bath, I took a moment to settle my mind, relinquishing thoughts of Captain Perro and his sad demise. The fate of the others, too.

  Returning to the room just a minute or two later, I sensed Kristin remained unhappy, but Hunt was soothing her with his gentle touch, sliding it up and down her side, over her hip, across her belly. He wasn’t touching her anywhere sexual. Not now, but his cock was rock hard and she was squirming.

  All the blood rushed to mine and it throbbed, my balls ached to sink deep. She needed a good fucking. We all needed the intimacy, to know we were alive and whole.

  I slid in bed beside her, pressed close so she felt each of her mates. I leaned up on my elbow, my head resting in my hand. My palm settled on her belly.

  “You won’t run off and choose another mate as we sleep?”

  “I only ran off to find you.” She tried to squirm away, but our hands on her easily kept her between us. “Do you know what it was like, not knowing if you were all right?”

  Her panic flared into me and there was only one way to soothe her. To know we were whole and here with her. Not just as warriors, but as her mates. We would give her what she needed.

  I ignored her words. “Submit, Kristin.” Her eyes widened slightly, but she licked her lips at my dominant tone. I had enough energy to give her what she needed after all. “We’re here. We’re safe. You found us, now it’s our turn to take care of you, to keep you safe.”

  She shifted against our palms and I didn’t feel her anger through the collar now, only…acceptance. Yes, our reassuring presence was exactly what she needed. She wanted to be caught between us. Held. Secure in the knowledge that we were the ones in charge. That we were all safe.

  “When we were taken, your world spun out of control, didn’t it?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  “Your confidence was shaken, your protection gone. Your mates were gone.”

  Tears filled her eyes.

  “You were so brave, mate,” Hunt added.

  She turned her head to look at him, tears sliding down her cheeks and onto the bed.

  “You don’t need to be brave any longer. We’re here.”

  Yes, Hunt was right. She didn’t have to take all the responsibility on her small shoulders any more.

  “Feel us, mate.” With a finger, I turned her cheek so her shiny eyes met mine. Held. “Feel our power. It’s keeping you between us. Right where you want to be. Stop fighting. Yield,” I insisted.

  The tears came then in a hot wave. I turned her into me, put her head on my chest and let her cry.

  I glanced at Hunt, who nodded, stroking her back as she let it all come out. Exhausted herself, her crying tapered to hiccups, then sniffles, before she fell asleep.

  Only then did we relax, give over to our own exhaustion, content in knowing Kristin was right where she should be. Between us.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Hunt

  I awoke with a start, forgetting where I was. There was no comparison between the uncomfortable, unforgiving confines of the underground prison and this warm bed, but my mind hadn’t caught up to my physical form. I breathed as quietly as I could, stilling my racing heart.

  Kristin and Tyran were both still asleep beside me. I could search out the time, discover how long we’d rested, but it mattered not.

  We’d all been exhausted, too weary to do what we all wanted.

  Tyran had been right. We needed rest first, then we’d take care of the claiming.

  I felt his intention clearly. Kristin had threatened to leave us, to choose another. Neither of us could accept that. We’d been cowards, wanting to keep our mate locked away like delicate, breakable glass.

  While I never expected to admit it, she’d been right. We couldn’t hobble her spirit by forcing her to remain inside our quarters. We could tell her to not go into a fucking battle or a death defying rescue mission, but we had to let her live, make her own choices.

  I could accept that. What I could not accept was losing her because we were afraid.

  I wanted my palm on her ass, too. Tyran may be the Primary, t
he dominant mate, but I was just as upset with her about her lack of concern for her wellbeing. I wanted her just as safe as Tyran. I’d sensed her defiance earlier, but I’d underestimated the depth of Tyran’s reaction. So had she.

  I wiped my hand over my face, felt the silver flesh surrounding my eye and flexed my arm, knew I was thankful that was all the Hive had done to me, that I hadn’t been destroyed like Perro or the others. I was whole. I had a mate. I could live. Have a family. And all because of the miracle sleeping beside me.

  Kristin was safe, asleep between us.

  Tyran had survived.

  We were still a family. My cock thickened, lengthened at the sight of her bare body. The sheet Tyran had tugged over us had fallen to her waist, her breasts on display. Full mounds, the plump pink tips pointed to the ceiling. They were full and lush, ready to be taken in my mouth and I knew they’d harden to tight points against my tongue.

  I wanted her with a new desperation and she whimpered, sensing my feelings through the collars, but not enough to awaken.

  A talk and a sound fucking were in order, but I needed a taste first. I’d longed for the flavor of her pussy, the scent of her arousal coating my face. I’d thought of it as we’d been held captive. Sliding the sheet lower, her pussy became exposed. One knee was bent, opening her up for me. She was bare there; no blonde hair shielded her. I couldn’t miss the slick seam, her inner folds so swollen and eager for us that they peeked out. And her little clit, my mouth watered at the sight of that pink pearl.

  Shifting on the bed, I settled between her legs. A palm on her inner thigh, I pushed her leg wide into the spot I’d just vacated, then settled down, my face just above her woman’s flesh.

  I breathed in, reveled in her feminine scent.

  I could delay no longer. With my hand right at the seam of her leg, I put my thumb on her outer lip and spread her open, offering up all her pink treasure.

  Lowering my head, I licked her from that tight rosette of her ass, up past her weeping entrance and to her clit, taking it into my mouth.

  She shifted again, the feel of my mouth making her stir. I had to shift my own hips, my cock trapped beneath me, hard and uncomfortable.

  She’d been wet when I parted her thighs, but now, she was dripping, my chin coated. I lapped it up, but she made more and more.

  Writhing now, she bumped into Tyran, who woke up, pushing up onto his hand. He blinked a few times, took in what was going on beside him, then grinned.

  I didn’t lift my head, didn’t stop sucking one swollen fold into my mouth and then nibbling on it before switching to the other.

  “She can’t come,” Tyran said. His voice was as hard as his cock, but he whispered. We both wanted to see how long she would remain asleep with my sweet assault on her pussy. He leaned down, grabbed something off the floor. His pants. Taking her hands, he took hold of her wrists, wrapped them up and tied them to the headboard. Her arms were over her head, her back arched.

  We would release her if she panicked, but now she was ours.

  Tyran was right, I might want to spend hours between her thighs, but she hadn’t earned the right to come yet. It was our job to give it to her. It was our job also to deny her until her body rocketed into orgasm, prolonging her pleasure, making her release so much more intense.

  I looked up her body, over her soft belly, full breasts, to watch as her pale skin flushed a pretty pink, watched as her head moved from side to side, her lips parting. She tugged at the restraints and cried out her pleasure.

  I knew what she liked, felt it through the collar, so I continued.

  Her body stiffened when she came awake, her eyes flying open as she glanced first at the ceiling, then at Tyran, then lifted her head to look down at me.

  She tugged at her wrists, glanced up to see how she was pinned.

  I licked her again, distracting her.

  “Oh my god,” she groaned, tugging at her wrists even as her emotions flooded me with lust. “Please, I need to come.”

  Neither of us said anything. I continued to lick her, suck her, lave her as she writhed and begged. Each time I felt she was close, I eased up on my actions.

  I felt her skin become slick with sweat, knew I was pushing her hard. We’d always relented and given her the pleasure she desired. Not this time. And my cock ached for it. My balls were full, filled with the seed I’d pump into her, mark her. Claim her. Soon.

  Tyran had his cock in hand and he slowly stroked it watching her, but not touching. I knew it wasn’t easing his own need any, but he did it nonetheless.

  “What’s the matter, Kristin?”

  Her back arched and tears of frustration formed in the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t sad, she wasn’t hurt. No, she was needy and it only made me crazed. We were paying for this just as much as she.

  “You’re not letting me come,” she whimpered.

  “No, we’re not.”

  “Why?” she cried, tugging at her bonds.

  “This feeling you have right now? It’s what we felt when we saw you jump down from that ledge into the middle of that cavern. We felt helpless, out of control, powerless.”

  “I had to save you!”

  “Others could have done it,” Tyran countered.

  “I had to do it. You’re mine,” she vowed fiercely.

  “Yes, we belong to you. But you will feel our lack of control.”

  “Fuck you,” she added and I felt a flare of anger through the collar, but also her desire. She didn’t want Tyran to untie her. She didn’t want me to stop tasting her sweet pussy. She wanted more.

  Tyran shook his head as he stroked up his cock, swiped his thumb through the pre-cum that oozed from the tip. He lifted it to her mouth, pressed against her lower lip.

  “Open,” he said and he pushed his thumb into her mouth.

  Instantly, she licked and sucked on it as if it were a cock.

  I couldn’t help but groan against her dripping folds.

  He pulled his thumb free and she was eager for more, eager for a cock. But she would be denied, at our expense.

  “We are your mates. Who do you belong to?”

  I sucked on her clit, pushed her to the brink, then lifted my mouth off her entirely.

  “You!”

  “And who do I belong to?”

  Her head turned to look at Tyran, but she said nothing.

  “Feel the truth, mate. What does the collar make you feel about that answer?”

  “You’re mine.” She groaned but lifted her head to look down her body at me. “You’re mine, too.”

  Fuck yes, I was hers. Devoted. I’d do anything for her, even let her put herself in danger, it that’s what made her happy. I knew Tyran felt the same.

  “That’s right,” he continued. “We don’t want you jumping into danger, but this job, the forensic team, will be safe. We know you need something that is yours. Making sure every new member of the Colony feels included, like they belong, is part of our job. This includes you.”

  It was hard to sense her satisfaction in our words, for she was too far gone in her arousal. Her need pushed ours, but we had to get through this.

  “We were matched to you, Kristin Webster from Earth. We will not stop you or lock you in this room again. I love you. I love everything about you. You are a fierce warrior where protecting your mates is concerned.” He circled one breast with his hand, slid it to her belly. “I hope you will be as protective a mother.”

  As Tyran spoke, I gently laved her pussy. While I wanted her to come, she needed to be clear headed enough to hear Tyran’s words, to understand what he was telling her.

  “Do you accept our claim?” I asked, my breath fanning her swollen flesh.

  “Now?” She pushed into me lifting her hips toward my eager mouth.

  “Yes. Now,” Tyran confirmed. “I’ll force myself to let you work with the Hunter, but I won’t be able to unless you’re mine. Really mine.”

  I sensed what he wanted next and lifted my head, movin
g back on the bed to kneel between her ankles as he issues his next command. “Up on all fours.”

  With his hands, he helped Kristin roll over onto her knees, her upper body down on the bed, her arms stretched long and still bound above her head.

  I slid back up between her legs, this time on my back so her pussy hovered right over my face. I took hold of her hips, pulled her down so she was riding my face.

  As I held her, Tyran’s hand came down, a hard spanking on her upturned ass.

  She cried out, the mix of bliss from my mouth on her pussy, of my stiff tongue spearing into her, fucking her shallowly, combined with the hot sting of Tyran’s palm.

  His hand peppered across her ass, one side then the next, hitting a new spot each time. She loved it. I felt it in the way her body stiffened after each resounding crack of palm against soft flesh, but when she instantly yielded after. The way her body kept her so wet and ready for our cocks.

  “Please!” she wailed.

  Tyran spanked her again, this time harder. “Who do you belong to, Kristin from Earth?”

  Tyran’s full dominance had returned. He’d recovered from the injuries, refreshed from sleep and was ready to tend to our mate. To make her ours.

  Completely.

  He spanked her again. I continued to lick and lave.

  I heard the container of lube open, heard the wet sound as Tyran spread it on his cock. I knew what he was going to do, felt his urgency as he prepared himself.

  I finally slid out from beneath her, wiped her juices from my mouth. Tyran put his thumb against her back hole, coated it in lube, collected more from the container, then added more to her, readying her for his cock.

  She pushed her hips back and his thumb slid in easily. She groaned and so did I. I felt her pleasure as strongly as if it were my own. I could deny my own cock no longer, gripping it and squeezing it, trying to delay my orgasm. I wanted to be deep inside her when I came, but I would only do that when we claimed her.

  “Who do you belong to?” Tyran repeated. Seeing him fuck her ass with his thumb, the digit thickly coated in lube, sliding in deeper and deeper around parted cheeks that were a bright pink from her spanking.