Mated to the Cyborgs(59)

“Yes!” she cried.

I groaned and Tyran’s hips thrust up of their own volition.

“We’re one, mate. It’s time to claim you.”

“Yes,” she repeated, then again and again, making it a mantra as we began to fuck her, alternating strokes and then, once we could no longer resist our basest needs, began to fill her with deliberate abandon.

She clenched me like a fist. A hot, wet, perfect fist. I wasn’t strong enough to last. I’d wanted this, dreamed of this moment while captured. I felt how much Kristin loved it through the collar, knew she was on the brink.

Tyran did, too, for he called out. “Come, mate. Come and we’ll follow, marking you with our seed.”

She arched her back and stilled, her eyes closed, her mouth open and she gave a throaty moan. I felt it in my bones, my heart, my balls. I couldn’t hold back, especially the way her pussy was rippling and squeezing me even further. My balls tightened, emptied of seed and it spurted into her in thick, hot pulses. Her pleasure ratcheted up mine. Mine pushed Tyran over and he came deep inside her ass.

“Ours,” Tyran called as he gripped her hips and filled her.

“Ours, I repeated as I knew we’d found the one perfect mate in all the universe. I watched as the collar about her neck changed from black to the Zakar blue. The claiming was complete. Yes, she was ours. Forever.

“Yours,” Kristin panted, perfectly placed between us.

Where she belonged.





Epilogue



Kristin



“All done?” Rachel asked, coming into the room designated as the new forensic lab. It was down the hall from Rachel’s space in the medical section of Base 3. Kiel and a few others worked with me daily to study evidence collected from the underground fortress. Almost every day, we returned there and mapped the labyrinth of tunnels. We found more evidence of the Hive every trip. Worse, we knew they weren’t gone. We hadn’t won. They’d just moved on. Every Base on the Colony had been alerted to the problem and Prime Nial had designated additional battleships to patrol the space between the Colony and Hive controlled space.

Everyone’s goal was to find Krael, to bring him to justice before he devised any new evil plans.

It had been a full month since I’d arrived, since the warriors went missing. Three weeks since my claiming. My hand drifted to the collar, now blue to match my clothing and my mates’ collars. Once upon a time, I’d thought to tease Tyran by wearing orange or red or black. Any other color.

But the buzz of contentment he sent my way every time he or Hunt saw me wearing Zakar family colors killed the urge. Their happiness was my favorite drug.

While Tyran and Hunt weren’t thrilled with me being anywhere but at their sides, they recognized after they’d been rescued that stifling me wasn’t going to make me happy. Tyran had been right, the match meant I had to be myself, which was an independent woman. If they’d wanted a doormat, the Interstellar Brides Program would have given them one.

I nodded, turned off the light at my workstation. Rachel hooked arms with me and led me down the hall. “Good, our mates are waiting for us.”

We were to meet them in the communal dining area. I was eager to see them, to tell them my news. I’d sworn Doctor Surnen to secrecy, but he was practically glowing, so I knew he wouldn’t last long.

There hadn’t been a baby on the Colony, well, ever.

“Do they know?” she asked.

I nodded to an Atlan we passed, the glanced at Rachel. “I don’t know how they can’t. The dang collars don’t allow any secrets.”

“A woman should tell her men she’s having their baby on her own time, not because they’re damn mind readers.”

I’d thrown up in the lab the day before and Rachel had been the one to make me consider the possibility that I wasn’t sick, but pregnant. As soon as the thought entered my head, I knew it to be true.

I was hornier than ever—not that I’d told her that—and my breasts were tender. Sensitive. My mates still liked to tie me up and have their way with me. I loved it—of course they knew that, too—but they were proud of me for using my abilities to help the Colony. Just as Rachel had. And that acceptance was the last thing I’d needed. Everything inside me clicked into place and I’d never been happier, more content. I was so happy that I’d started waiting for the other shoe to drop.

No one could be this happy. It didn’t seem possible. I was still half afraid that this was all just a dream and I was going to wake up.

Things were too perfect. I could be assertive at work and submissive behind closed doors. I just had to wonder once they found out about the baby if they’d treat me differently. I didn’t want them to stop dominating me in bed. Their alpha attitudes made me so hot I lost my mind. I was half afraid they wouldn’t spank me, or fuck me, for fear of hurting me or our unborn child. I’d heard of men like that on Earth. Once their woman was pregnant, it freaked them out. Turned them off.