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Mastered by Her Mates (Interstellar Bride Book 0)(11)

By:Grace Goodwin


I'd never responded in such a way before. I knew alpha males, guys who liked to control everything, but I'd been immune. With Grigg, I was far from immune. I responded, and that scared the hell out of me. And it made that beeping thing go off again, which meant I also liked it. A lot.

"Your pleasure is mine. Do you understand?"

I didn't. I really didn't. What kind of game was this guy playing and why did I want to join? "No."

His huge, hot hand slid from my ankle to my thigh, to the device over my clit and he removed it from my body, slowly, deliberately. "The test is over. Your pussy is mine. Every inch of your skin is mine. Your pleasure is mine. You do not come for a machine. You do not touch yourself. You only come for me or for Rav. Do you understand?"

Holy shit. Was this guy for real?

At my silence he stood, undid the button on his pants, reached inside and pulled his huge cock free. I knew my eyes must have rounded in shock at the sight as he fisted himself with his left hand, hard, squeezing a large drop of pre-cum from the tip. Grip tight, he gathered the liquid onto the fingertips of his right hand, pumping himself in long strokes as I watched. I couldn't look away as the thick substance gathered to several large drops, which he collected.

As quickly as he'd begun, he released his cock and let it bob as he stepped forward, placing his cum-coated fingers where the suction cup thingy had been moments before. On my throbbing clit. He looked at Rav, whose expression had transformed from stunned to a knowing grin as Grigg spoke. "Are the bio-monitors on? Will the protocols be met?"

"Yes."

That one word was, apparently, all Grigg needed to hear. He circled his fingers, spreading his fluid over my clit, down lower, around the edges of the probe where it exited my body. At first I was shocked, wondering what the hell he was doing. I didn't need any lube, I knew I was dripping with my own arousal. I didn't need to be more turned on, so-

Fire exploded in my clit and I gasped, my hips bucking beneath his masterful touch as a strange heat flooded my bloodstream. My nipples hardened instantly to the point of pain. My lips felt heavy and full. My heart raced. My pussy fluttered in mini-pulses so fast and intense that I couldn't register one from the other, and still my arousal built. After the first gentle circling, he immediately began to rub me hard, slow, even slapped my clit once, just hard enough to sting, then rubbed me with his hot, hard fingers until I was whimpering.

It was completely different than the suction. It wasn't clinical at all. It was Grigg doing to me what he wanted, giving me what I needed. I just hadn't known it until it pushed me so close to the edge.

Still, I held back, feeling so dirty, so wrong. I couldn't give in. I couldn't. This was too much, too colossal a surrender of my deepest self. I couldn't just give in to these two strangers who asked too much of me, of my body.

This was worse, so much worse than being forced to come by a machine. That was clinical. This …  How could I justify this lust to my boss? How was my body's craving for Grigg's touch going to help me on my mission? This was no longer a doctor's exam. This was Grigg, my mate, forcing me to submit to his touch, claiming my body as his own.

And I was breaking. My skin was coated in sweat. My breathing was ragged. My pulse was through the roof and I could barely hold on. It was just too good. Less than an hour in outer space, and I was betraying my people with this dark need trying to escape. I wanted to give Grigg what he wanted, but I shouldn't. I shouldn't.   





 

I looked up to find Grigg watching me with complete focus. I wondered if he counted my breaths, or the speed of the pulse at the base of my throat. His fingers stilled in my wet folds and I waited, my mind blank. Lost. I lifted my hips involuntarily, wanting more. Wanting it rough. Aggressive. Wanting it now.

"I'm going to lower my head and suck your hard, round nipple into my mouth. I'm going to flick my tongue over that tight, sensitive bud three times before I suck hard enough to brand your flesh as my own."

Holy shit. My pussy clenched. I couldn't move. Couldn't even blink. The promise of a stupid hickey shouldn't be this hot.

Grigg lowered his head until I could feel the heat of his exhalation dancing over the sensitive tip of my breast. "After three, you will come."

I didn't have time to think or argue for he lowered his head and suckled my tender flesh as his fingers rubbed hard and fast on my clit once again. Before I could process the action, I was counting, for he'd given me permission and I wanted it so bad. It was going to be so good and I needed it so bad.

I couldn't remember the last time I had a man-made orgasm and not from my vibrator or my own fingers. Certainly not from a man who knew exactly what he was doing. If any other man gave me permission to come and was cocky enough to know I'd obey, I'd have punched him in the throat. But Grigg, I counted.

One.

Two.

Three.

The orgasm rolled me under, the release so intense, so complete that I did not know if I moaned, cried or screamed. Perhaps all three. All I knew was pleasure, fire roaring through me from head to toe as my pussy clamped down so hard on the probe filling my pussy that the pulses in my core forced it from my body.

I floated back to myself, Grigg's gentle strokes over my abdomen and the softest kisses applied to the undersides of my breasts, my neck, like a man worshiping at an altar.

The emptiness of my pussy did not please me and I braced my feet in the supports, moving, searching for more.

As Grigg tucked his still hard cock back into his pants, Rav slowly removed the device from my ass and the moment it was gone, the restraints binding my wrists released. I was lifted into Grigg's arms like a doll, wrapped in the sheet and cradled to his chest as he sat upon the exam table. I didn't fight him, not this time. I couldn't. I had no fight left. I was putty. Jelly. Shattered.

He massaged my shoulders, my arms, my wrists. How could he be so gentle after being so demanding, so commanding just moments earlier?

I couldn't think about him or what they'd done to me. How I felt about it or even how they'd made me feel. I was too overwhelmed, too sated. My mind was a soft blur, like waking up from a wonderful nap and I didn't want to shatter that. Not yet. Reality would return soon enough.

Rav put his equipment into some kind of container, I suspected for processing, or cleaning, or whatever these aliens did with their used medical stuff, and turned to us with three strips of ribbon in his hand, two were a deep, midnight blue, and one was black.

He set them on the exam table beside us and lifted a blue strip to his neck. The strange ribbon sealed around his neck, forming a perfectly fitted collar. He held the other blue one to Grigg, who shook his head, refusing to let go of me to take it. "Put it around my neck."

Rav walked behind Grigg and placed the ribbon around Grigg's neck. Immediately, the ribbon shrank and adjusted to the thick, muscled heat of my primary mate's neck. Now, they wore identical bands.

With just the black ribbon remaining, Rav came around the table and lifted it to his palm, holding it out to me.

"What is this?" Curious, I reached for the black ribbon. It felt like warm silk, but thicker than the ribbon it appeared to be, more like the thickness of a cat's collar back home, but about an inch wide.

Rav answered. "This is your mating collar. You must place it around your neck. We cannot do it for you."

I studied the simple black strand, confused. "Why? What is it for?"

Rav lifted his knuckles to stroke my cheek and I did not flinch from the simple gesture. After the intensity of what I'd just experienced on that exam table, his gentleness was like a balm to my senses. "It marks you as ours. For thirty days your collar will be black, indicating that you are in an active claiming period with your mates. Once we complete the claiming ceremony, your collar will turn blue, to match ours, marking you forever as an honored and protected mate of the Zakar warrior clan." Shoulders back, his chest swelled with pride. "We are one of the oldest, strongest families of Prillon Prime."

Well, whoo-hoo. Mated into a house of alien nobility. "What if I don't put it on?"   





 





Chapter Six

Amanda



Grigg growled, and damn my traitor pussy, it clenched hard, closing around emptiness with an ache that wasn't welcome.

"If you refuse the collar, any unmated male who sees you may claim the right to court you for thirty days."

I could take care of myself, so what was the issue?

"What if I tell him no?"

Rav sighed. "You can't, Amanda. You have been sent to us by the Interstellar Bride Program, a declared bride, a matched mate perfect for the warriors of Prillon Prime. Should you refuse us, another has the right to claim you for the thirty-day courting period. It's too late to change your mind. Any male you refuse will simply be replaced by another, and another. Death matches will be fought. Good warriors will die for the chance to court you.

That was medieval. Stupid. "Death matches? That's crazy."

"It's custom. If someone were to try and claim you, Amanda, I would fight in a death match for you. I would win."

I wasn't sure if Grigg's confidence was because of the strength of our match or the skill of his fighting.

"What happens if I have a daughter? She has to be mated when she's born? She can't go anywhere without a man? That's ridiculous."

Grigg's answer rumbled through his thick chest. "Of course not. Females are respected among us. Honored. Those born on Prillon are protected by all the warriors of their clan until she is of mating age and chooses to take a mate's collar."