Cyborg Seduction (Interstellar Brides: The Colony Book 3)

by Grace Goodwin

  She nodded, licked her lips. “Yes.”

  “I wish to claim you, Lindsey from Earth.”

  A brilliant smile spread across her face. “Lindsey from The Colony,” she countered. The governor had approved her transfer and arrival and granted her immediate citizenship. As she was not an official bride, she did not need to abide by their customs. Wyatt I’d taken as my son and transported him away from Earth without permission. Thankfully, Maxim had not bothered to argue. Neither had anyone on Earth. Seemed a small boy could disappear and no one noticed. Which was fine by me. He was mine now. As was his mother.

  “I do not know the custom behind your Earth bonding ceremony, but I want to claim you, make you mine. Permanently. Irrevocably. I can’t do it without your consent.”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  I lifted her hand to my mouth, turned it so I kissed her palm. Her mark. I felt the heat of it against my lips. “Be mine.”

  “And will you be mine?” she asked, a coy lilt to her words.

  “Yes, body and soul. I just need to get you naked, get inside that hot, wet pussy and fill you with my seed.”

  “Then I’ll be yours?” she asked.

  “Then you’ll be claimed,” I clarified. “But only if I do all that while our marks touch.”

  She took my hand, the mirror to hers and curled her fingers around mine so our palms touched. “Like this?”

  I nodded and started to walk forward, forcing her to back up, step by step, toward our bed. “Yes, but we will have to let go if we are to get naked.”

  She opened her hand and stepped back. Her hands moved to her top and I shook my head. “Remember, mate. That’s my job.”

  This was it, the time to claim my mate. Make this beautiful Earth female mine forever.

  * * *

  Lindsey

  This was it. He was going to claim me and then nothing could separate us. Never again. I was glad Kiel wanted to take off my clothes for me. My hands were shaking, I was so eager for him. He’d said we’d be hot for each other, the need to fuck getting stronger and stronger until he claimed me. He hadn’t been lying. Of course, I’d been heartbroken and distracted going back to Earth, but now? Now I wanted him with a ferocity, a need I never imagined. I was so wet, he could push me back onto the bed and take me right now.

  I wasn’t going to last. Whenever he touched me, my nipples, my pussy, I was going to go off like a whole Fourth of July fireworks display.

  He wasn’t patient this time. My clothes were strewn across the floor within seconds and I was picked up and tossed onto the bed.

  My mate had come across the universe to save me and bring me home. I loved this caveman behavior. God, it turned me on.

  Well, everything about him turned me on. His voice, his scent, every inch of his body he was quickly exposing as he stripped off his clothes. His gorgeous cock—and the way it filled me up.

  As soon as the birth control shot wore off, there was no doubt I’d get pregnant right away. He was so virile, just looking at him made my ovaries perk up. I wanted a baby with him. A little girl that had his dark hair. A little girl that would wrap Kiel around her little finger. And Wyatt would be taught to watch out for her by his father, the protector —my Kiel.

  When he was bare before me, I reached a hand out to him, bent my knees and put my feet on the bed so I was open to him.

  I heard the growl as he came over me.

  “Mate, you tempt me so,” he said. His dark eyes met mine. “I’m too out of control. This claiming, it will be fast. But then we will have all night.”

  That was what he’d said the first time he took me. Had it been a few short days ago? He’d been eager then, coming quickly, but that had allowed him to take me all night long. And wow, he had endurance. I’d been eager for him then, knowing our time had been short, that I was leaving. Now, I shook my head, my hair brushing across the bed. “We’ll have forever.”

  He grinned then. “Forever,” he repeated.

  With one hand on my knee, he spread me wider for him. Just as I’d thought, I was so wet the head of his cock slid over my pussy, settled against my opening and slid into me in one long, forceful stroke.

  He groaned, I screamed. I came, just like that.

  My inner walls clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper.

  His hand found mine and our fingers intertwined. I looked up at him, watched him watch me.

  “You’re too perfect. Too good. It feels so fucking good. I claim you, Lindsey. My mate. My love. My heart.”

  Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust. I angled my hips to take him deeper, loving the after effects of my orgasm. I watched as his need took over, his eyes narrowing, his hips speeding up, losing the even tempo.

  “Mine,” he said, then repeated again and again. He shouted it, the one word bouncing off the walls of the room as he stiffened above me, buried deep. I felt the heat of him, his very essence, spill into me. Fill me, coat me. Mark me.

  Claim me.

  “Mine,” I repeated.

  When Kiel caught his breath, he didn’t pull out, didn’t flop down on the bed beside me. No, he stayed hard and deep inside me.

  “Again.”

  “Now?” I asked, surprised.

  His hand squeezed mine where our marks touched.

  “All night, mate. All night.”

  Oh god.

  He began to move then, took me hard and fast, sweet and slow, in every position, in every way.

  All. Night. Long.

  Epilogue

  Lindsey, The Colony, Four Months Later…

  “I swear this baby is going to come out fully grown.”

  Rachel waddled over to a chair and lowered herself down beside me with uncharacteristic lack of grace. I couldn’t help but smile. She might be grouchy because she was as big as a house, but her baby was due any day and everyone was anxious. While Wyatt was the first child, Rachel’s would be the first one born on the planet and the first one from mates brought together by the Interstellar Brides Program. All the warriors were as anxious and eager as her mates.

  Maxim and Tyran watched her closely. Tyran took a step in our direction, but Rachel waved him off. He didn’t look pleased to be dismissed and kept watch from afar.

  “Well, your mates are big,” I replied.

  I glanced across the open expanse behind the main Base 3 building. A flat area covered with benches and trees, flowers from all over the universe and soft, springy grass, the park was the place of outdoor amusement now. We were watching Wyatt run circles around several of the warriors. After all these months, a routine had been created and many of the warriors on the Colony arrived promptly after lunch for afternoon playtime. Playtime—the term was ours—Rachel, Kristin and I had called Wyatt’s daily routine that based on Earth custom—but I wasn’t sure who the play time was for. No one could tell who was enjoying it more, Wyatt or the fully grown Atlans, Prillons, Vikens and other warriors he treated like his personal jungle gym.

  A huge Atlan was shifting back and forth from beast mode and chasing Wyatt, making him scream and giggle so hard his face had turned pink. That sound brought a thrill and love to my heart. Kiel stepped out of the group of men who were playing some game with a ball, similar to football, but had rules I still didn’t understand. Kiel grabbed Wyatt and tossed him up in the air. The boy squealed in delight. “Again, Daddy!”

  I bit my lip, trying not to let emotion swamp me. Wyatt had started to call Kiel Daddy right from the start. To say that my mate considered my little boy to be his was obvious. He was protective, watchful, caring and had done so much to teach him Hunter ways. The little mark on Wyatt’s palm indicated he had the genes to follow in Kiel’s footsteps. Someday. For now, I was content with him being carried on everyone’s shoulders. He had to grow up a bit before he could start hunting for bad guys.

  Rachel had been watching the group of warriors play as well and she rubbed her swollen belly with a smile on her face. “I think he’s going to co
me out Wyatt-sized,” Rachel added.

  I reached over and patted her hand. “It could be a girl.”

  “Your mates are going to be in serious trouble then,” my mother said. She was seated on the other side of me, but she’d leaned forward to look at Rachel. Beside her was Rystan’s mother, who’d moved to The Colony from Prillon a few months before our arrival. Being of similar age, the two older women had hit it off from the start and were very close friends, even though they were from two different planets.

  “Yes, a girl would change everything around here,” Rystan’s mother said. “All these males need more females about, even if one’s just a baby.”

  Rachel rolled her eyes. “Poor little thing. She’d scrape her knee and my mates would lose their minds.”

  My mother laughed and I noticed a couple heads turn in our direction. My mom was in her mid-forties and, since our arrival here, had blossomed. No stress. A new friend. She looked ten years younger and glowed with happiness. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before a few of the warriors began to express interest. Ryston’s mother was Prillon, and I didn’t know her as well, but she walked with a regal bearing that, as of yet, none of the warriors had dared approach. But with her mates both gone now, her grieving would only protect her for so long. She was not too old to start again. Both of the women might be beyond the age to bear children, but there were plenty of older warriors around who would be happy simply to have their affection and company.

  “With the three new mates that are now on Base 5, I have a feeling there will be many babies on all the Colony bases soon enough,” I said with some pride. The videos I’d given Warden Egara had begun to work. More Earth women were signing up for the program and requesting to be sent to the Colony. Every woman who arrived was a blessing and a gift to the rest of the warriors. First Base 3, with the arrival of Rachel. Now Base 5. Soon the other bases would see their first brides as well.

  “You’ve done good work with Warden Egara,” my mother said. “I heard a single mother with a ten-year old girl just transported to Base 5.”

  “What?” I hadn’t heard that, but I wasn’t surprised. The warden was eager to see the warriors here matched, especially now that my stories of life on The Colony were being published—through the Interstellar Brides Program marketing. I sent the warden a new warrior profile and interview every week. The PR for the Colony was better than it had ever been. And the warden had petitioned Earth’s governments to allow single mothers to volunteer. “I want to meet them.”

  “Base 5 is on the other side of the planet,” Ryston’s mother reminded me. That was rather far away. But still…

  “This baby’s at least the size of Wyatt, if not a ten-year old,” Rachel grumbled, her hand rubbing over her big belly. “I don’t care if it’s a girl or a boy. At this point, I just want it out.”

  I laughed, as did the two older mothers around us, the sound of it carrying to the warriors. Rachel’s gasp of pain was barely more than a whisper as she pressed down on her stomach, hard, just beneath her ribs.

  Maxim and Tyran turned, dark looks on their faces and dashed over to Rachel. “You are well?”

  Rachel rolled her eyes. “Mates, I am fine. Your baby likes to play footsies with my ribs.”

  “Water?”

  “A pillow?”

  The mates began listing everything they could possibly get for Rachel. “Boys. Enough. I promise to tell you when it’s time by saying, ‘It’s time.’”

  Neither mate liked that answer based on their narrowed eyes, the way Maxim crossed his arms over his chest. Tyran leaned down, scooped up Rachel into his arms as if she were light as a feather and not carrying a watermelon-sized baby.

  “Boys? You didn’t call us boys last night,” her mate growled, stalking off toward the entrance to the living quarters. “I believe you referred to me as a god. We will remind you.”

  “Ladies,” Maxim bowed to the three of us, gave us a wink, then followed his family. With his quick pace, I judged him to be just as impatient to seduce his mate as his second.

  “These warriors are a lusty bunch,” my mother said. I couldn’t help but feel the blush heat my cheeks. I wasn’t getting into this conversation with her, especially since my mate was one of the warriors she was speaking of, and he was definitely lusty.

  My birth control shot had worn off and we were hoping for a baby of our own. Kiel was very attentive to this task, last night especially. Perhaps that was why I was so tired today. Instead of joining in on the fun, I was content sitting and watching.

  Kiel came over then, dangling Wyatt upside down by his ankles. He carefully dropped him into his grandmother’s lap. “You’re all sweaty,” she told him.

  “I was Hunting,” he told her. “An Atlan beast.”

  “Did you catch him?” grandma asked, tickling his belly.

  “Of course he did. Wyatt is an exceptional Hunter.”

  My son glowed at Kiel’s praise and something scared and needy settled in me. I’d been so afraid for my son before, raising him alone, trying to be his everything. I would have done the best I could, but every day I worried that I wasn’t going to be enough. That I’d fail.

  Now we had Kiel. I had a mate who adored both me and our son. And Wyatt was his now. I saw my mate’s love for Wyatt in his eyes, in the patience he showed, the way he got down on one knee and looked Wyatt in the eye when he spoke to our son, as if the small boy was the center of his world. As if Wyatt really mattered.

  Wyatt’s small chin jutted out in a stubborn look he’d already adopted from his new father and I hid a grin behind my hand. “When I grow up, I’m going to be the best Hunter ever. Right, Daddy?”

  “Yes. The very best.”

  They began talking then, but I tuned them out, for I only had eyes for Kiel. He stepped close, leaned down so his hands were on the armrests of my outdoor chair. “Hello, mate.”

  “Hello,” I whispered back.

  “I think the governor and his second have the right idea.”

  I arched a brow. “Oh?”

  “A little inside play time.”

  My nipples tightened at the timbre of his voice.

  I flicked a gaze to Wyatt.

  “Your mother wants more grandchildren,” he said to me. My mother grinned, but kept her head facing her grandson until Kiel raised his voice. “Isn’t that right?”

  “At least three,” my mother replied without looking. She might have been chatting with Wyatt, but she’d definitely been eavesdropping.

  “You’ll keep Wyatt while I see to that?” he asked my mother. His eyes held mine and he was grinning now.

  My face must have been as red as a tomato. “Kiel,” I muttered.

  “Of course. Take your time. Do things right. Maybe go for twins.”

  “Mother!” The word was half laugh, half squeal as Kiel scooped me up, just as Tyran had Rachel.

  “Playtime for Mommy and Daddy!” Kiel told Wyatt, who nodded his head enthusiastically.

  “I want a brudder,” Wyatt announced.

  “Oh my god,” I said, punching ineffectively at Kiel’s chest as he walked me into the building, cradled in his arms. “Everyone will know.”

  I felt him shrug. “So? If they want a mate, they can get one of their own. You’re mine.” Those two words were a growl that went right to my clit.

  I relaxed in his arms and lifted my hands to his chin so he’d look down at me.

  “I love you, you know.”

  “I love you, too, my beautiful mate.”

  Books by Grace Goodwin

  Interstellar Bride Books

  Mastered by Her Mates

  Assigned a Mate

  Mated to the Warriors

  Claimed by Her Mates

  Taken by Her Mates

  Mated to the Beast

  Tamed by the Beast

  Mated to the Vikens

  Her Mate’s Secret Baby

  Mating Fever

  Interstellar Brides: The Colony

 
Surrender to the Cyborgs

  Mated to the Cyborgs

  Cyborg Seduction

  Interstellar Brides: The Virgins

  His Virgin Mate

  Other Books

  Their Conquered Bride

  The Alien’s Mate: Cowgirls and Aliens

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