Hunting Their Mate

by Stone, Piper

  I tipped my head, watching as she looked out into the darkness, never blinking. “Freedom is the ability to choose our path in life.”

  “From what I understand, humans lost that fifty years ago.”

  “Maybe so, but this is all we have.”

  She exhaled. “Since when did you become a philosopher?”

  “Since I figured out that I’m tired of living on the precipice.”

  “And which precipice is that?”

  It was my turn to sigh. Swirling my glass, I took a long gulp before answering. “Never really having a home. Never knowing what threat is around the corner.”

  “You care about the Cenzans.”

  “Yeah, I guess I do. They’ve been very good to me.”

  “Where do you think Damen has gone?” she asked quietly. I had the distinct feeling she was terrified of the answer.

  “If my assumptions are correct, he’s taken the group to a meeting site, no doubt one that has been prearranged for when Jonas wins the election.”

  “Preparing for a war.”

  I polished off my drink and stood, placing a single finger under her chin. “Yes.”

  There was a mist in her eyes, a quiet telling shared between us. I felt more connected to her than I had to anyone in years, the revelation slamming deep into my heart. “We’ll be protected on one of the ships.”

  “But what about the innocent humans who have no idea what Jonas is capable of?”

  Leaning down, I moved my hand to cup her jaw, bringing her face closer to mine. “I wish I had the right answer.”

  She slid her arm around my neck, her lithe fingers digging into my skin as I captured her mouth. The taste of her was just a reminder that there were still good things in life. I wasn’t certain we would ever be in love, but the comfort of sharing something magical had breathtaking powers. There was no fight in either one of us, no need to tussle for domination. She allowed me to drag her against my chest, her breasts crushed against me.

  My cock ached, throbbing to the point beads of sweat popped along my forehead. I wanted this woman. Now. Here. I didn’t care what we were all facing and I had no doubt the others felt the same.

  We were an odd group; three very different males and one gorgeous human female, but I knew in my gut that Shandar had put us together for a reason.

  The kiss was full of passion, our tongues dancing together as she clung to me. I could feel the rapid beating of my heart, thudding to the point echoes pounded in my ears. I walked up backward toward the door, fumbling until I managed to open it and slip inside. Sensing the others, I broke the kiss, nipping her lower lip.

  “You belong to us. There isn’t a human or another Cenzan who will break us apart. And we will share in getting past this.” I shifted my heated gaze to Talyn first then Zacon. Both Cenzans seemed surprised at my proclamation. “You are our true mate.”

  Kristina blinked several times as she slid her hand up and down the back of my head, finally reaching out with her other hand. On this night, we would share once again, pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist.

  A darkness remained in my mind, biting and foreboding as much as the day I’d left the Marines, fighting to get back to my little home and to my family. By then, my world had been destroyed, creating the anger that still remained deep inside.

  That wasn’t going to happen again.

  Never.

  I would make certain of that fact, no matter what I had to do or if I was forced to sell my soul to the devil.

  Period.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kristina

  There was a quiet sadness encompassing all three men. My men. What Killer had said resonated deep within me, perhaps a telling that I was ready to live again.

  Trust again.

  Love again.

  What I knew for certain was that I couldn’t take the time we shared for granted. I was worried for my friends, the vagrant group of volunteers that had been the first to follow me, finding a home in the vacant yet beautiful location. Damen must have known their ties to me were still in place, shoving them aside as if they’d meant nothing to the cause.

  Whatever the hell the cause was any longer.

  At least they wouldn’t face the tyranny of the Cenzans, the kind of brutal wrath that the others deserved. I’d accepted that fact, as much as I hated this mating. Maybe my heart was softening, allowing them inside just a teeny bit.

  As Zacon approached, once again the kinder, gentler man who’d been with me in the shower, I tingled as he brushed his fingers against my palm. And Talyn. Tonight, his eyes had a heightened level of raw lust, an unspoken statement that he would devour me. He caressed my shoulder, his fingers trailing down my back.

  Every cell in my body was fully ignited, the longing much more than the night before. This time, I wanted their touch. I craved their kisses. I longed for their cocks filling me.

  Fucking me.

  Whether I was selling my soul, I no longer cared. Living life meant taking risks and this was one I was willing to do.

  I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as Killer pressed his lips across my mouth then down to my neck. So sensual. So loving. As Zacon eased his hand over my breast, his fingers immediately finding my hardened nipple, I moaned, my legs quivering.

  He pinched my bud between his thumb and forefinger and even through the shirt, the anguished sensations were exhilarating. The wetness between my legs increased, soaking my already damp panties. I so wanted his mouth sucking on my clit, his fingers probing deep inside my pussy.

  Talyn tugged the shirt from my pants, running his hand under and squeezing my breast. “You are such a disobedient woman,” he muttered. Moving my hair away, he licked down the side of my neck as he tapped my bottom with his palm.

  Another quiver shifted through me. “Yes,” I managed. Did I crave their firm hands, spanking me like a bad little girl?

  Without a doubt.

  Did I long to succumb to each of them, surrendering my body to anything they desired?

  More than anything.

  Growling, the same guttural sound that always thrilled me, Killer reared back, yanking my shirt. The gleam in his eyes was nothing but carnivorous. Zacon and Talyn allowed their fingers to fall away as Killer peeled the shirt over my shoulders, tossing the unwanted material.

  Within seconds, they’d stripped me bare, my three men ready to ravage me in the most carnal manner. I felt a hand slide down the small of my back, fingers slipping past my ass cheeks and tugging on the plug.

  “She can obey,” Zacon said, laughing softly.

  “I’m a very good girl,” I whispered.

  Zacon twisted the plug, sending a series of electrified sensations into every inch of my body. I was on fire, desire sweltering.

  “Not yet. But you will be,” he responded then smacked my ass hard and fast with his open hand.

  Killer kept his eyes on me, ever watchful as Talyn pinched and twisted my nipples. I could tell what he was thinking, his ravaging hunger bursting at the seams. “You need extreme training,” Killer agreed as he trailed his finger down from my forehead to my nose.

  Zacon smacked me again. And again. I shuddered from his touch, the stinging sensations soaring, white-hot heat skipping straight into my pussy. There was no way I could be any wetter.

  Talyn took over, but only for a few minutes, spanking my upper thighs and bottom until I was panting from pain.

  I was pushed to my knees, the command clear. They wasted no time freeing their cocks and I was forced to hold my breath seeing all five of their shafts fully engorged, thick veins full of blood. Every one of them was long and hard, their balls swollen.

  My mouth watered just basking in the vision and for a few seconds, all I could so was stroke one then the other, enjoying the way their testicles fit in my hand. I squeezed both Killer’s and Talyn’s, cognizant that Zacon wouldn’t wait for long.

  As they stripped off their shirts, crowding closer until they formed a tight circl
e, I blew on Killer’s shaft, darting my tongue across his slit. I eased my hand around Zacon’s cock, stroking up and down, purring as my pussy quivered. I had to admit, having three gorgeous, sexy, dangerous, and rugged men who all belonged to me was utterly fantastic.

  “Don’t tease or else,” Zacon stated in a husky voice.

  “I plan on teasing all of you until you can’t take it any longer,” I mewled.

  “If you do, your sweet little pussy will be spanked hard,” Talyn growled. He wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking until I was forced to look into his eyes.

  In response, I moved my hand to his shaft, fingering the underside before rolling his balls in my fingers.

  “Fuck...” Talyn huffed, his eyelids now half closed.

  “I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours,” Zacon said with an intense husk. “Over and over again.”

  And dear God, I wanted him to. I wanted all of them to take me, ravage every inch of my body.

  “I’m going to lick your sweet pussy, savoring your delicious juice,” Killer murmured then grew impatient. He placed his hands on either side of my head, tugging me in his direction. “Open up, little girl. Open wide. I want you to take every inch of my cock.”

  I did exactly as he demanded, opening my mouth wide. Killer tapped the tip of his cock against my tongue, giving me a barbaric look, his pupils dilated. As I stroked both Zacon’s and Talyn’s cocks, Killer slid his thick rod inside my mouth, holding me in position as he took several deep breaths.

  “Fuck, yes,” Killer half whispered as he tossed his head, issuing a single guttural roar.

  I swirled my tongue back and forth, savoring the immediate drops of pre-cum. I couldn’t get enough of this man, his taste, or his almost ruthless need to have me.

  Devour me.

  Conquer me.

  I wrapped my lips around Killer’s cock, using my strong jaw muscles to suck. Killer took full control, rolling onto the balls of his feet and face fucking me, driving in brutal motions.

  “Keep stroking, little human or your punishment will be so damn harsh,” Zacon growled.

  I pumped up and down on both cocks, twisting my hands back and forth until I knew the friction was killing the Cenzans. The way they moaned, the feel of their extreme body heat added gasoline to the already raging fire. I allowed myself to fall into the moment of rapture, working my fingers in a brutal manner, controlling my breathing as Killer thrust in long, even strokes.

  Within seconds, Zacon pulled me away. I kept my mouth open, waiting to suck him, longing to taste him. He plunged his nubbed cock all the way inside, wrapping his fingers around my long braids and making certain I knew he was a force to be reckoned with. I reached for Killer’s cock, raking my nails down the underside.

  “Damn, woman. You drive me insane,” Killer mumbled.

  “I can’t wait to slide my cock inside your tight ass,” Talyn said under his breath. He inched even closer, crowding my space. As if I could forget about the gentle giant with the huge cocks. I switched my hand to Talyn’s smooth shaft, rolling my hand up and down. I kept my eyes open, watching as his chest rose and fell, heaving from his raging desire. He wouldn’t last long this way.

  Everything was a blur as I pushed hard against Zacon, the momentum allowing me to shift to his other cock. I could hear Talyn’s strangled breathing, the raspy gasps.

  “Good little cocksucker,” Zacon said, his eyes glistening.

  Talyn snorted then took control, pulling my head toward his cock. “I won’t always be third, little human. I will master every inch of your body.” Cum trickled down the side of his cock. I dragged my tongue through the delicious string, allowing purring noises before engulfing his cock.

  Everything felt crazed, my heart racing and my blood boiling. These men were driving me to the point of pure bliss, my pussy clenching. I wanted to come. I needed to feel their mouths on my pussy. I longed for their utter control.

  Talyn took gulping breaths, clenching his eyes shut. “Swallow every... drop. Every single one.” He gripped both sides of my face, dropping his head until he could stare into my eyes. His body tensed as he shifted forward, jutting his hips until he drove hard and fast into my mouth. “Fuck. I...”

  I closed my eyes, relaxing my throat as he fucked my mouth hard, driving all the way inside. As he exploded, filling my mouth with his seed, I stared up at him. For the first time, I felt like I belonged.

  Seconds later I was swept into Killer’s arms, carried into the kitchen. The sound of his thudding boots on the floor gave me a smile. He had purpose, direction, and there would be no denying this brutal warrior. He seemed to direct the others without words, and Talyn swept his arms across the top of the island, pushing what little resided on top onto the floor.

  I was placed on top, my legs spread wide open. With a single animalistic sound coming from his pursed lips, Killer leaned over, slathering my pussy with his tongue.

  “Oh, fuck...” My words were breathless, my toes curled from the force of his actions. My body trembled as he moved his mouth and tongue up and down, devouring my pussy.

  Both Zacon and Talyn bent over, each taking a nipple into their mouths. As they sucked, swirling their rough tongues, I fell into a lull, allowing my eyes to close. I felt worshipped, driven to the point of shaking. I could no longer think clearly and in truth, I didn’t care about anything but this incredible moment.

  Killer sucked on my clit, taking the tender tissue into his mouth. Then he slipped several fingers into my molten pussy, flexing them open as he thrust in ravaging motions.

  “Oh... Oh. Oh. Oh.” The same word skittered from my mouth over and over again. I was awash with a series of the most incredible sensations; a mix of pain as the two Cenzans nipped and bit down on my nipples and raw pleasure as Killer feasted on my pussy.

  They weren’t strangers hell bent on seducing me. They were my masters, three of the most gorgeous creatures on the face of the Earth destined to tame me. I lolled my head from side to side, trying to catch my breath. Stars floated in front of my eyes and I lost track of time, simply falling into the most magnificent fantasy.

  As Killer twisted the plug back and forth, his mouth and lips never leaving my heated flesh, I jerked my legs back. The climax shot through me, dragging me up from the cold surface. “Oh... Yes, I...” I was crying, screaming out as the wave continued, pulsing into every cell and muscle as if I’d never had an orgasm before. I was left unable to see, my entire body quivering.

  And Killer refused to stop.

  His mouth worked on my pussy, licking and sucking, biting down as his fingers drilled into me. I had no idea how long the amazing session lasted but I was spent, sated in a way that couldn’t be described.

  Then there was nothing but a cold wash as air cascaded across my shivering body. Looking up, I reached for my men, twisting on the island. The shame of my raging desire melded into a delicious and very electric series of sensations.

  “Stay still,” Zacon directed.

  I obeyed, keeping my legs in the air. I barely noticed when Talyn yanked them up until they were straight, holding them together. The second something solid hit my bottom, I yelped, my body jumping.

  “You don’t listen very well,” Zacon hissed as he tweaked my nipple, twisting and plucking.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh...” I took several deep breaths as the spanking continued, the thudding sound cascading into my ears. The pain was light at first then every nerve ending came alive, my ears pounding as anguish rushed into my head.

  “You need to learn to obey always,” Talyn stated. He held a vicious-looking paddle where I could see it, his grin laced with pure evil.

  Damn him.

  I was shocked at the level of pain, amazed just how wet my pussy was, juice trickling down the insides of my thighs.

  “Yes, sir. Yes, I...” What the hell was I supposed to say? How could I agree? I clenched my fingers around the edge of the island, trying my best to remain calm as the anguish rolled into a beautifu
l hint of ecstasy.

  As soon as the spanking started, it was over, or at least for my bruised backside. My legs were split apart again, a hard stinging hitting my pussy lips. “What?” I jerked up, managing to see some kind of cane in Killer’s hand. The long twist of wood was an implement sent straight from the devil himself.

  “No!” My scream floated into the air.

  “A lesson,” Killer said, snapping his wrist, forcing the cane against my pussy again. And again.

  I arched my back from the anguish, yelping to the heavens. No, I couldn’t take this. There was no way.

  Then Zacon had his head lowered, licking me in soft and gentle strokes, soothing the burn.

  “Oh...” I was able to close my eyes, moving into a dreamlike state. Another round of pain was forced into me and this time, Talyn was wielding the cane, smacking my pussy and my upper thighs. “Oh, please!”

  “Please, what?” Talyn asked, giving me a seductive grin.

  “I’ll be good. I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything?” he asked, striking me again.

  “Yes!”

  He growled then dropped his head, licking me fervently. The dichotomy was more euphoric than I’d ever experienced, my entire body responding. Goosebumps clung to every inch of my skin, the sensations so sensitive that as Zacon and Killer brushed their fingers down the length of my arms, I was pushed into yet another climax.

  This time, as I opened my mouth to scream, there was no sound, only a strangled huff of my breath.

  Two hands pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling, leaving me weak in the knees. The pleasure and pain mixed together was almost perfect.

  Almost.

  I hungered for their cocks thrust deep inside.

  Another hard snap of Talyn’s hand was followed by the primal Cenzan burying his face in my pussy, lapping every drop of cream. I could feel his harsh breath skipping along my naked skin, his tongue dancing over my swollen clit. Crazed. I was already crazed with the kind of desire that could never be sated. He twisted the plug several times, driving the cold metal deeper inside. “I don’t think we need this any longer.”