Taken by Her Mates

by Grace Goodwin

  “Count three thrusts of Nial’s cock, mate, and then come.”

  That permission winged through my body like a jolt of electricity and I held off my orgasm by a sheer force of will, my eyes drifting closed as Nial plunged deep.

  One.

  Ander’s cock swelled in my mouth.

  Two.

  Nial’s fingers on my hip tightened, his palm gripping flesh that still tingled from the spanking.

  Three.

  Nial slammed hard against me, filling me completely. When I felt the hot jet of his seed filling me, I came.

  Ander groaned as he let go of his cock and pushed deep once more, hitting the back of my throat as the pulsing of his own seed slid straight down, warming me like a shot of whiskey.

  Their seed filled me and I lost my balance as wave after wave of pleasure coursed over me, my nipples tightening, my inner walls clenching around both Nial’s cock and the plug in my ass. I tasted Ander’s tangy flavor on my tongue as the hot wash of their essence seeped into me, lulling me and almost drugging me with the hottest, sweetest pleasure.

  Ander pulled back, letting me catch my breath as Nial pulled his cock from me. Gently, he slipped the plug out as he worked my clit with two fingers and my body was so primed and ready I came again as he pulled the plug, stretching me wide and squeezing my clit.

  Both men left me then, all at once I was empty. I collapsed onto my side on the bed, the unique tang of Ander’s seed on my tongue and Nial’s dripping from my pussy and onto my thighs.

  I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t move, even if I wanted to.

  As I fought for air, I glanced up at my men. Their cocks were still hard, both red and shiny, glistening with my arousal, my saliva, and their seed. They stood shoulder to shoulder watching me.

  “You’re not done, mate.” Ander’s words slipped under my skin and my nipples were instantly hard, my empty pussy aching. They looked sated, their expressions less intense, but their cocks had not deflated in the slightest. Were they truly ready to go again?

  “You’re going to take my ass now?” I asked him.

  He shook his head. “You’re not ready. Soon.”

  “My… my pussy then?”

  Nial spoke. “Your pussy is mine until you are bred. My seed must fill you and take root. As your primary mate, your first child is, by rights, mine. Once you are carrying my child, we will share that sweet pussy. Until then, and after you are well trained, he will take your ass.”

  “Then—” I frowned. “What do you want now?” I’d already given them everything.

  “I can feel your desire. It is not quenched,” Ander said.

  It was true. I should be exhausted or unconscious, at the very least sore. I was none of those things. In fact, I was achy and desperate for more. “How—”

  “You forget, mate, we know your needs,” Nial said. He’d allowed Ander to issue the orders up until now, but his tense facial expression made me believe that was about to change. “Part those thighs and show me your pussy.”

  I should have been appalled by Nial’s command, but I could do nothing but obey. They’d only brought me pleasure so there was no reason to question. Besides, I’d just fucked both of them, so the time for modesty had passed.

  Slowly, I shifted to lie on my back so I could part my legs. I bent my knees and let them fall open so he could see all of me.

  “Now, show me how you touch yourself.”

  Nial knelt at the foot of the bed and took one ankle. Ander copied him and took the other so they were right there seeing everything. There was no way they could miss my swollen folds. Or the seed that now coated my fingers. Or my clit that was huge and pulsing. Or my entrance that was clenching with eagerness for more cock. Or my back entrance, probably red and softened from the plug and rough use.

  “Spread my seed all over that perfect pussy,” Nial commanded.

  I did as he said and I could feel the hot slide of it warm me, soothe me, and make me so hot. It was an aphrodisiac. It was like C-bomb. I’d been drugged by my men’s desires.

  “Oh, my God,” I moaned, circling my clit with Nial’s seed.

  “Lick your fingers,” he said.

  I lifted them to my mouth and sucked on them as Nial knelt between my legs and pushed his cock deep.

  The taste of Nial’s seed overlaid Ander’s flavor and Nial’s powerful frame was on top of me even as his huge cock spread me wide. Ander moved, climbing on the bed until he knelt above my head. He leaned forward and reached over the top of me to push my knees wider as Nial fucked me. I lowered my hands to fist the sheets, but Ander grabbed them and lifted them over my head, placing them on his cock.

  “Suck my balls as he fucks you, mate. Pump my cock in your hands and suck on my balls until he makes you come.”

  Oh, God! He was so fucking naughty, such a bad, bad boy. I bucked my hips off the bed, wrapped my ankles around Nial’s hips, whimpering and begging him not to stop fucking me with each second of air I could spare. I worked Ander’s cock with my hands, twisting and fisting him, so attuned to him through the collar that I knew exactly what he liked.

  When I lost my breath, I sucked in another one, begging Nial to fuck me faster, to strike my clit, to touch me.

  As the crescendo built in our bodies, the collar’s feedback loop fed my mind data. The way Nial’s cock felt as he fucked me. The tight joy of my hands around Ander’s cock. Their satisfaction and pleasure as I arched and moaned, begging them to hurry, to make me scream.

  Nial braced himself and slid one hand between us to stroke my clit as Ander stroked and plucked my breasts. I sucked him and felt him lose control, felt the hot jets of his seed as the warm liquid landed all over my breasts. He massaged it into my skin, the bonding essence making me scream as release after release rocked through me.

  Nial fucked me until I couldn’t take anymore, until I was numb, and then he buried himself deep and filled me up. I was lost. I was ruined. I was dirty and slutty and totally theirs. I loved it. God, I loved it all.

  They laid down beside me, Nial in front of me and Ander at my back as we all collapsed into exhausted, very satisfied heaps on the bed. They both faced me, their hands on me, petting and soothing me, thanking me and letting me know I was special, precious. Theirs.

  I’d never felt so complete, so content in my life.

  I didn’t know how long they stroked me in tender silence, but when a loud beep sounded, I jumped like a startled rabbit.

  I heard a beep, then another one, then a man’s voice. “My apologies, Prince Nial. An urgent message arrived for you.”

  “Speak,” Nial called loudly.

  I looked at his face and lifted my hand to trace the sharp angles of his cheek and brow. I stroked the soft, silver skin left by his enemies and allowed my gaze, and my fingertips, to travel farther down his body, over the silver section of his shoulder and down his arm to his hand. He caught mine in his and lifted it to his lips, bestowing a kiss on my palm as we listened to the messenger speak through the communication system. I tried not to cringe as I realized I’d screamed loud enough when I’d come all those times. Surely, every man in the Colony knew what my men had been doing to me just a few minutes ago. Had they been listening outside the door, waiting to activate the message system after we were done?

  The thought was mortifying, but I shoved that emotion away. I wouldn’t trade what just happened for anything. Hell, if I had to let a roomful of strangers watch to experience that pleasure again, I would. No question.

  “We have urgent news, Prince Nial. If you could come to the command room when it’s… convenient, we can update you.”

  “Are we in immediate danger?” Nial asked and I felt Ander tense beside me, his hand on my hip gone suddenly still.

  “No, prince. If you’ll come to the—”

  “Tell me now,” Nial commanded.

  “Very well,” the voice replied. “It’s the Prime. Your father has been killed. His transport was attacked by the Hive on the fro
nt. There were no survivors.”

  I watched as Nial’s eyes closed a bit too hard, his mouth thin as he clenched his jaw. Ander squeezed my hip, as if in reassurance, but I was not afraid. I was worried at the pain and regret I could feel through my connection with Nial.

  “Thank you for the news. Is that all?” Nial asked.

  “No. The Prillon high council has declared there will be a Death Match for the right of ascension.”

  Ander cursed and Nial opened his eyes with a look that would have made me shiver with fear if it had been directed at me. “When?”

  “Tomorrow at dusk.”

  “Of course.” Nial looked at me then, our gazes locking as I tried to tell him with my eyes that I was his, that I was on his side no matter what happened. “Have my father’s transport bans been lifted?”

  “Yes. We can transport you to the home world whenever you are ready.”

  “We’ll be ready shortly.”

  “Um, sir, there was one other thing.”

  Nial frowned. “Yes?”

  “The doctor asked me to remind the princess of her promise to make contact with the Lady Egara on Earth. Word of possible brides has spread and is causing a disturbance among the warriors.”

  He looked down at me, a question in his eyes. I smiled and nodded. Of course. Any human woman who turned down a pair of hotties like mine was just plain crazy.

  Nial’s grin said he understood exactly why I agreed so readily. “Of course. The princess will make her call prior to our departure tomorrow.”

  “Thank you, sir. Comm out.”

  Ander pressed himself to my side and rested his head on my shoulder as he looked at Nial. “Are you going to challenge for the throne?”

  Nial nodded. “Yes. But I should not have to. It is mine.”

  Ander snorted and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Kill them all, Nial. No mercy.”

  “I have none to give.”

  I didn’t understand everything going on, but I knew what a Death Match usually meant and I felt my eyes tear up with a hundred emotions I could not name as I looked at my mate’s face. I would never tell Nial not to fight. That was not the way of the warrior, but I could worry. And I could offer solace when he returned to me, victorious. For he would emerge the victor. He had to.

  I cupped his cheek in my hand. “If you have to kill them all, do it quickly, mate. Then come back to me. You’re mine now.”

  He smiled then. “Always.”

  I nodded and held back my tears. I belonged to my mates now, body and soul, but once I stopped feeling so damn good, I would find out about Nial’s father, this stupid death battle for the throne, and figure out a way to help Nial defeat his enemies. He was mine, and no one was taking him from me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ander

  The bright orange glow of the setting stars filled the sky as Nial and I stepped off the transport platform on Prillon Prime, our mate between us, and walked the short distance to the palace arena. Already crowds gathered on the walkways, lining up to enter the arena and witness the duel to come. Many looked upon us with terror as we passed, some with curiosity, but none with welcome. Nial and I were both taller than most males on the planet. Our size, armor, and altered features were enough to send more than one male scrambling to get out of our way.

  “It’s this way.” Nial led us down a side corridor and I followed, keeping our mate safely between us.

  “It’s beautiful here.” Jessica wore a long gown of dark red, the color of house Deston, of the royal house. The collar around her neck would remain black until the claiming ceremony, but Nial had wanted everyone to know exactly whom she belonged to and I had agreed. Compared to the plain black and brown armor worn by most warriors, she stood out like a flame in a sea of darkness.

  I had only been to the royal palace once before, years ago when I’d first been scarred and the Prime himself had pinned a medal on my chest and named me a hero.

  The only thing I’d done was survive. My entire squad had been lost, but I’d been in the one ship carrying Hive intel back to command. Somehow, I’d maintained control of my ship and lived through the blast. I’d stayed alive. My brothers in arms had died, and the leader of our planet had labeled me a hero.

  I’d sworn never to come back to this place again. I hated everything about it: the tall quartz pillars, the incessant chatter of hundreds of servants, and the wide-eyed, frightened looks of the civilians who looked upon a warrior in armor and chased after him with stars in their eyes.

  Warriors were like prime steaks on display at a meat market here on the planet’s surface. If we survived the wars, we were considered the best mates, the strongest and most dangerous of our people. And they were right. If anyone so much as sneered at Jessica, I would remove their head from their body and stomp on the remains. This possessiveness was new, and pure instinct. My mate had shocked me with her lust, her acceptance, and her desire to please. She’d given us everything, submitted completely, which should have made me feel like I had mastered her. Instead, I simply felt humbled by her acceptance of my scars, my needs. All of me. I felt loved, and for the first time in my life I actually knew what that word meant.

  I loved Jessica. And now, something threatened to tear our new family apart. I had offered myself as Nial’s second on a whim, fully expecting him to refuse. That had been the best decision I’d ever made. That moment brought me to Jessica, and I was not willing to give her up. Losing Nial would destroy her. She was attached to us both, but it had not escaped my notice than when she needed to be pushed, to be wild and out of control, she turned to me. When the world got too big for her and she needed to feel safe, it was Nial whose touch she sought, Nial whose promises she trusted.

  She needed us both, and I would not see her suffer.

  Nial navigated the back corridors and secret doorways with ease and I was grateful we did not need to attempt to force our way through the throngs of spectators above. When we reached the very edge of the arena floor, Nial spoke to a guard, who would lead Jessica and myself to a designated seating area, and Nial into the arena.

  Jessica flung herself into Nial’s arms and kissed him with a passion that made my cock hard, despite the situation. She was fire in his arms, and she was clearly marking him as her own. “Kill them all, then come back to me. Don’t forget who you belong to now. You’re mine, my prince.”

  Nial nodded, but did not speak, and I led Jessica away following a guard in black armor to a pair of seats near the center of the arena. We were in the very front row, a waist high wall of stone all that would separate Jessica from the battles below.

  We sat just as a loud boom rattled the seats and everyone hushed in a strange silence, waiting to hear the announcement of who entered the arena next.

  “Prince Nial Deston.” The voice boomed from somewhere, and pandemonium broke out. People cheered. People booed. Arguments began in the seats with everyone pushing and shoving at those around them trying to get a better look at the prince, the contaminated prince and his silver eye.

  Jessica grabbed my hand and I held her with the other on my weapon as Nial walked to the center of the arena below us. Opposite him, seven large warriors stood in line, presenting themselves to the Prillon high council.

  At the mention of Prince Nial’s name, four of the challengers turned immediately and walked out of the arena. Jessica leaned forward to watch one of them disappear down a side tunnel. “Where are they going?”

  I wasn’t a politician, but I knew well enough what had happened. “They don’t want to challenge if there is a legitimate heir to the throne. They’ve declined.”

  “Oh, thank God! That only leaves three.” She seemed so pleased that I didn’t argue. Three or seven, it would make no difference, not to Nial.

  As I watched Nial step forward, he bowed to the high council and staked his claim to the throne.

  “I am Prince Nial Deston, son of Prime Deston, rightful heir to the throne of Prillon.”

  One
of the elders leaned over the short wall separating them from the arena opposite us and shook his finger in Nial’s direction. “You were disowned, Nial. Everyone knows you are contaminated and fit for neither a bride nor the crown.”

  Nial held his head high and I stood, pulling Jessica to her feet beside me. Nial lifted his hand and pointed in our direction. “May I present my bride and my second, Jessica Smith of Earth, and Ander, legendary warrior of the battleship Deston.”

  Silence thick enough to slice settled over the gathered crowd as they tried to make sense of Nial’s words. No contaminated warrior had ever returned to Prillon, let alone with a bride and second. It was unheard of.

  Two of the challengers bowed low to Jessica and walked from the arena, also declining their attempt at the throne, leaving just one warrior facing Nial.

  The council member who had spoken the first time addressed Nial again. “As the only challenger, we name Commander Vertock Prime, Nial Deston. What say you to that?” Nial’s name was no more than a sneer.

  “I issue a warrior’s challenge, as is my right. I challenge Prime Vertock to a Death Match for the throne of Prillon Prime.” Nial turned to face his opponent and the entire crowd settled into their seats, eager to see the fight. All but Jessica.

  She stood tall, a symbol of Nial’s legitimacy, her squared shoulders and the proud tilt of her chin daring any to challenge her mate’s worth. I sensed her fear, her worry, but it did not show to anyone who looked upon her. If I hadn’t loved her before, I would have fallen in love with her in this moment.

  Reluctantly, I tore my gaze from my beautiful mate to scan the crowd and watch for danger. I could not spare eyes for Nial’s fight. That he would have to win on his own to settle the conditions of the duel. My role was to keep Jessica safe in this sea of potential danger.

  Only one of the warriors now circling each other would survive, and Jessica needed it to be Nial.