What Trax was doing wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed Surnen to touch me, too. After the dream, one male wasn’t going to cut it. I’d never considered it before the testing, but now I didn’t want anything else. I felt cheated without a second set of hands on my body.
“Please,” I whimpered.
Surnen smiled. Actually smiled and he was gorgeous. His golden skin, pale eyes, huge body. All of it was transformed with his satisfaction. “What a good little mate. You beg so beautifully.”
Oh. My. God. I had.
Curling his finger, he beckoned me over. Trax’s hands dropped away, and I stepped toward Surnen, close enough for him to wrap an arm around me and pull me the rest of the way to him so I stood between his parted knees. With our height difference—even with him sitting on the bed—his mouth was in line with my breasts. Leaning forward, he took one into his mouth, kissed the nipple, then sucked, drawing on it in hard pulls.
I gasped, my hands going to his hair and tangling in the silky strands.
He alternated between my breasts, worshipping them. They were small, I was no playboy centerfold but he focused on them. Only them. Mouth, hands. Sucks, licks, laves, tugs. I had no idea they were so sensitive, that they could make me so hot.
A hand went about my waist, pulled my hips backward. Trax. The motion shifted me away from Surnen, and he lifted his head. His mouth was red and slick from his actions. His gaze, while pale, held heat. Need.
Trax’s hand settled on my bottom, and he pulled, opening me up. My eyes flared wide, and I stiffened at the hard prod of something at my back entrance. I glanced over my shoulder, and Trax looked my way and winked.
Winked! I had no idea aliens did something like that, but it was a hint at his playfulness. The press of the plug against my virgin entrance was a reminder that he wasn’t to be denied.
Surnen set his fingers to my chin and turned my face back toward his. “I shall watch you as you take a plug for the first time.”
I gasped as the very tip of the plug opened me up, but felt a gush of liquid into me; then the hard object slipped right in. I was unused to the sensation of something going in there, being stretched open, kept open. It burned and was uncomfortable but didn’t hurt. It had to have been lube I felt, for it eased the way and—
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
Surnen’s smile widened, his gaze roving all over my face, dropping to my breasts, then back up. “It vibrates.”
“I… yes. I know,” I breathed. Trax hadn’t removed his hand from my bottom, and I knew he was behind me. Watching. He could see the thing in me, how it filled me. It was so dirty. Naughty, even. He could also see my pussy, how wet I was. I was completely exposed, completely vulnerable to them.
And they hadn’t hurt me. They hadn’t laughed. Made fun. Shamed me for having something… wanting something in my ass. They were aroused by it. I couldn’t miss Surnen’s cock, the way it still weeped pre-cum, how the color of it was darker than the rest of his skin. He was hard, almost impossibly tight. His balls were large and heavy, pendulous and full of cum.
Oh God, all of it was for me. Sooo hot.
What was in that lube? All of a sudden I was a hussy with the libido of a porn star. I wanted it. Wanted the plug in my ass, especially if it kept vibrating. I wanted Surnen’s huge cock in my pussy. As for Trax… he could have my mouth. Just. Like. The. Dream.
“Please,” I begged again.
“Do you decide how you’ll be fucked, mate?” Surnen asked again. How could he be so controlled sitting there when I felt his need, so potent and ruthless through the collar?
I shook my head. “No, but I need—”
“We know what you need,” he replied.
Damn his calmness!
Trax’s hand slid around my hip in front and between my legs. Two fingers slipped into me. “She’s ready.”
“I’ve been ready,” I snapped, pushed to my limits. And so fast. I had no idea I was so sensitive, so needy.
His fingers pulled from me, and his hand slapped down on my pussy. The slap stung my wet lips, but a burst of hot pleasure seared my clit. I gasped.
“Mate,” Trax warned but said nothing more. His hand stroked over the delicate folds he’d just spanked with a gentle touch.
I whimpered. My skin was damp with sweat, and I was losing control. The thing in my bottom stopped vibrating and I moaned, but then something else happened. It grew.
“What… what’s it doing?”
I shifted my hips, squirmed as it sank a little deeper into me, as a cock would, and thickened.
“Besides preparing you to be claimed by your mates? It’s making you hotter. Wetter.”
Yeah, it was.
Surnen dropped back onto the bed so he lay upon it, his knees bent and feet on the floor.
“Climb on, mate,” Trax said, leaning down and speaking right by my ear. “Surnen is desperate for the tight clench of your pussy around his cock.”
I felt a wave of lust swamp me. Surnen had been holding back. Somehow he’d kept his heat and need under control. Until now.
I licked my lips, studied Surnen. His body was so big, so powerful with muscles. This guy didn’t go to a gym. He must move rocks or something for exercise. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. The integrations, that silver embedded beneath his skin, only made him even hotter. God, what he’d gone through. They were a reminder he was a warrior. A fighter. And I got to climb onto his body and use it for my pleasure.
At their command.
What a dichotomy.
I wasn’t going to be told again. I wasn’t going to argue. I wasn’t going to do anything but crawl up onto the bed, then throw a leg over Surnen’s broad chest and straddle him.
Surnen’s hands settled on my hips, lifted me as if I were a feather so I hovered over his cock, then lowered me onto it. The tip stretched me open and I moaned. He was so big, especially with the plug in me.
Holy shit. It was like the dream. Only better. So, so, so much better. I could feel Surnen. I could see him. Breathe him. He was mine. This wasn’t a dream. It was real and his cock was going in… in and all the way in until I sat upon his lap.
“Good mate,” he murmured. The sensation of being stretched open was combined with his feelings. I even sensed how Trax watched, how the sight of us together pleased him. I looked over my shoulder at him. His clothes were still on, but his pants were open, lowered enough so his cock was out. I looked up at him as he stroked himself. I sensed his desire but also his insecurities, which made no sense. Not with the huge thing he gripped.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” I asked. It was hard to talk, hard to think with Surnen deep inside me.
Trax shook his head slowly, taking me in straddling Surnen.
“Trax, get your fucking uniform off,” Surnen snapped.
“No,” Trax replied.
All of a sudden I felt things, emotions I couldn’t understand. I had to figure it out though, even like this, even with a cock in my pussy and a plug in my ass.
“Trax, what’s wrong?”
He looked away. Sighed. “I do not wish to disgust you with my integrations.”
Surnen swore under his breath.
I frowned. This huge warrior had insecurities about his body? Was he insane? No, he was afraid. It was my job—and probably only mine—to rid him of that.
I pointed to the left side of my torso. “See this scar? Thirty-four stitches from slamming into coral.” I dropped my hand to my knee. “ACL repair. Isn’t that scar huge? Then there’s this.” I turned away from Trax, and Surnen shifted inside me. He groaned. My eyes fell closed at how blissful he felt. “On my back. I can’t see it, but I was at work and fell on a site. Hit a rotting log that had a knot exposed. I won’t tell you how bad that was.”
“Work? What work do you do?” Trax asked.
I pursed my lips. “I’m sitting on Surnen’s cock and you’re asking about my job? Trax, I promise I shall not be… bothered by your integrat
ions. If I can stand Surnen’s surliness”—the man in question growled and grabbed my hips—“then whatever you’re packing under that clothing will not bother me.”
A slight smile turned up the corner of his mouth.
I paused, stared at his cock he was still absently stroking and let him feel the blast of desire through the collars.
A sound rumbled from his chest, and he tugged the shirt up and over his head. Yes, he had silver like Surnen. Trax’s was about his neck beneath the collar and onto his broad shoulders, his pecs. Up the side of his neck to his ear.
Whatever. The man was a god. Integrations or not, he was hot. H.O.T. His skin was the color of cinnamon, a rusty tone. I’d never seen skin that color before, ever. In the room lighting, it almost gleamed. So did the pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. He grasped the base, stroked himself, using his thumb to rub the fluid into his skin.
“Want to tell me how you got them?” I asked.
His eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched. “Absolutely not.”
“Good, then get up here so I can suck that gorgeous cock of yours. I want to show you how much you please me.”
Trax’s eyes flared wide, and I sensed his mixture of relief, male satisfaction and arousal.
“As you see, I’ve got tons of scars. They show we’ve lived, that we’ve survived. They’re like… badges of honor.” I used the word honor because it seemed they were full of it, that maybe he’d understand then. “Are you repulsed by me and my marks?”
I felt anger. “Far from it.”
“The same goes for me. Surnen’s cock needs to be put to use.”
“Hurry, fucker. She’s hot, wet and tight, and you’re talking about your feelings.”
That pushed Trax into action. He walked around to the bottom of the bed, then crawled up so he knelt just beyond Surnen’s head.
“Very well, mate. Every hole filled,” Trax commented, his fist working its way up and down the huge length.
I licked my lips when another pearly drop appeared. I leaned forward, set my hands on his muscled thighs and licked it. He gripped himself still, held it out for me.
The musky flavor hit my tongue, and I went at him like an ice cream cone that needed to be eaten before it melted in the sun. I could get him into my mouth, but I was stretched wide. If he expected deep throating, it wasn’t going to happen.
The butt plug began to vibrate then, and I moaned around his cock.
Trax kept his hand at the base of himself, but his free hand cupped my cheek, then tangled in my hair. “Hot and wet,” he growled, his concerns completely forgotten in a haze of desire.
Surnen thrust his hips up and agreed. “Hot and wet everywhere.”
They moved then, fucking me in cautious yet thorough motions, as if learning me. Learning what made me feel good, and they could sense it through the sounds I made around Trax’s cock and the collar.
I might have been on top, but Surnen had all the control. That was fine with me, for he knew just how to wield that beast between his legs. He rubbed over spots I hadn’t even known were hot. And the plug… the combination was ruthless to my control. I had none.
The baseness of having a cock in my mouth too, completely filled by my mates, pushed me to the brink, then over. I screamed my pleasure, but the sound was muffled by Trax’s thick length. They didn’t take long to follow me over, but the rush, the pulse of their orgasms merging with mine through the collars was like the most intense aftershock ever.
Trax’s cum burst onto my tongue, and I swallowed it greedily. Surnen held my hips in the tightest of grips keeping himself deep.
“Mikki,” he growled as he pumped his seed into me.
Trax backed up, and I popped off him and tried to catch my breath, the flavor of him on my tongue. It was too much, too intense. I dropped onto Surnen’s chest, and his arms went around me. He was still hard deep inside me, as if he’d never come. The plug stopped vibrating, going quiet, although the nerves there were still firing and keeping me aroused.
“Mmm, mate. You are not satisfied,” he said finally. His skin was hot to the touch, and we were both slick with sweat. Trax’s hand stroked down my back, and I knew he was right there with us.
“I am sooo satisfied,” I replied.
“But you are not done,” he said.
I lifted my head and rested my chin on my hand. “And you are? It doesn’t feel like it.”
I clenched my inner walls, and seed seeped out.
“Mate,” he growled.
“It’s Trax’s turn.” I looked up at him. I couldn’t miss the satisfied smile on his face, the way his dark cock was still ruthlessly hard.
He shook his head. “Your pussy is for your primary male.”
I frowned, glanced back at Surnen. He nodded.
“What?”
“You will be bred by your primary male,” he explained. “Only then can a second’s cock be sated there.”
I sat up and gasped as Surnen went deeper, but carefully lifted up and off his cock. A gush of seed slipped from me and landed on his stomach.
“Fuck, that is hot,” he commented.
I rolled my eyes. “I want Trax, too.”
“Mate,” Surnen warned. “That is not the way things are done.”
“The one thing you can’t command is my uterus, mate. My uterus says no to breeding. No babies anytime soon. You can just let Trax get in there and have some fun.”
Trax was biting his lip to keep from smiling. Surnen pushed up onto his elbows to look at me.
“You raise a valid point,” he stated.
My mouth fell open. “Really?”
“Yes. It is your choice if you do not wish for children now. While I desire them, the idea of not sharing you with anyone but Trax for the near term is pleasing to me.” He reached up, rubbed his thumb over one of my nipples, then leaned forward and laved it with his tongue, with a gentleness that belied his harsh rules, his stern demeanor. There was a sensitive side to him as well. “I am a greedy man. I do not wish to share these with an infant.”
My nipple went instantly hard. “That’s… that’s good.”
“Denying Trax the pleasure of that perfect pussy would be cruel.”
“Exactly.”
Surnen sat up, looked to Trax and nodded.
Trax didn’t wait a second, just hooked me about the waist, lifted me and tossed me onto the bed. I was on my back, and he was above me, pressing me down from one heartbeat to the next. His cock pressed into my thigh. I ran my finger over his integrations, studied them, but I wasn’t bothered. I tried to push those feelings to him through the collar so he’d be reassured. He smiled down at me as if he’d picked it up, quite pleased with himself. And aroused. His worries gone.
“What about the plug?” I asked, running a finger along his jaw.
“What about it?” he asked.
“Can it come out now?” I didn’t mind it. In fact, it made me wetter, which was impossible since I was practically dripping with Surnen’s seed.
“No,” Surnen said from beside the bed. “It stays in. I shall bring you some food, mate.”
Trax shifted his hips and thrust into me in one long strong stroke. He growled. I moaned.
“You’re going to need it.”
8
Surnen, Medical Station
* * *
“You’ve been sucking face for five minutes. Either get a room or get out,” Rachel barked. She looked my way and rolled her eyes. I’d seen her do it before when her mates’ backs were turned, and I recognized it as a human’s sign of bother.
I stifled a smile at the way Trax was struggling to take his mouth and hands off our mate. They were in the entry of the medical lab, preventing the door from closing. Rachel had been here when we arrived, busy with her latest task. She was a proven scientist and a valuable member of the medical group.
Mikki whimpered and her fingers were clutching at Trax’s uniform shirt. I was hard, not only from watching them but from the blast of arousa
l—like an ion cannon—they sent my way through the collars.
We’d taken her first thing this morning, but I understood Trax’s hesitancy to separate. I hadn’t been aware of the depth and extent of his insecurities about his integrations. Many on The Colony had pride issues, were vain to a certain degree, about how their bodies had changed at the hands of the Hive. I saw it as survival, and so had Mikki, based on what she’d told Trax the night before. His concerns were in his head and only valid with her. She was the one who could make them an issue, who could destroy him in a second if she displayed fear or horror at seeing the silver.
It had been a good thing I’d bared myself to her in the transport room. She’d seen my integrations first. Knew what they looked like, knew what to expect when Trax had bared himself. She hadn’t been repulsed by me, so Trax’s fears were unfounded.
Satisfaction in Mikki was overwhelming. She’d eased Trax’s concerns within seconds, shutting him down by sharing her own marks. Fuck, Earth was primitive. Her skin was marred, and I hated to know she’d suffered. But perhaps they were there to prove to Trax that everyone was broken in some way.
The way her tongue was down his throat, it seemed he’d gotten over his issues readily enough. Now he wouldn’t stop touching her.
She was ours, and work was an annoyance. Our cocks ruled us. I didn’t dare believe we’d surrendered too much power to Mikki. Not yet.
“Seriously,” Rachel added. The beeps and sounds of the lab were lulling to me, but hopefully for Trax it was a reminder that he wasn’t in our bedroom. While I didn’t mind watching them together, the idea of someone walking by and seeing Mikki’s passion, hearing her sounds of pleasure made me ready to fight anyone in the pit who witnessed it.
Trax lifted his head and gave Rachel a glare, although it was somewhat muted by his lust for Mikki. He sighed and rubbed his thumb over Mikki’s lower lip. “Fine,” he said, giving her ass a light swat to push her away from him, but he didn’t go far.
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