Mated to the Cyborgs(55)

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, the 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.