Mated to the Cyborgs(19)

“The match. We are a puzzle that has always had a missing piece. Now we’ve found it. Set Hunt’s mind at ease.”

“How?” I asked, looking to the other Prillon.

“When I commanded you to drop the blanket, did it make you hot?”

I bit my lip, stared between them.

“Never fear telling us the truth,” Hunt said. “We have been outcasts for a long time. Nothing you can say will be judged here.”

I took a deep breath, let it out. I’d come halfway across the universe for this. The time to be a coward was behind me. “Yes, it made me hot.”

Tyran closed the distance between us, placed his big hands on my shoulders. While he was gentle, the heavy weight of them made me feel somehow settled. “Are you wet, mate? Wet and ready for my cock?”

Such gentle hands and such crude words. I shivered. “Yes.”

“I’m hard. I’ve never been so hard. I like to dominate, be in control. Fuck hard and rough. Spank and play. I want to tie you up and make you beg, keep you exposed and open, exactly where I need you. I want to do very dirty things to you.”

Oh. My. God. I was going to spontaneously combust, and he hadn’t done anything but touch my shoulders. Behind him, Hunt stepped closer and I felt them surrounding me with their energy. I was completely at their mercy, and there was no one here to save me. No one who would hear me cry out. I was theirs. They owned me and there was nothing I could do about it.

The realization made my legs tremble as I fought to stay focused, not get lost in the conversation.

“What do you want, mate?”





Chapter Six



Kristin



What do you want, mate?

“Everything. All of it.” The words burst from me before I could stop them, my brain apparently completely disconnected from my body.

Heat flared in his eyes and the corner of his mouth tipped up.

“A perfect match.”

I frowned. “The testing picked up on this…interest we share?”

“Absolutely. Will you give yourself to me, mate, to bring you pleasure you’ve never even imagined, in ways you’ve only dreamed about?”

“We don’t even know her name,” Hunt added. “Shouldn’t we at least know that before we fuck her?”

I couldn’t help but laugh then, which made Tyran’s smile grow wider. It was true. I was basically giving them permission to fuck me, and I hadn’t even told them my name.

Tyran stepped back so they stood side by side again. “My name is Kristin. Kristin Webster.”

“Kristin, drop the blanket.” Tyran’s voice dropped to a deep timbre and my body responded immediately, goose bumps rising across my skin. I looked between the two, saw one who had unwavering resolve and need for me to submit. Hunt wasn’t turned off, just…surprised.

These men were my mates. Two, not one, who were mine to keep. And in return, I was theirs. There was no courting, no dating. Not even a first date. This wasn’t even a one-night stand. It was like finding a guy in a bar, dragging him into a bathroom, locking the door and fucking without even sharing names. But these two weren’t going to leave me after we were done. They were mine. The reality of that was intoxicating. Liberating.

No, I wasn’t going anywhere. Ever.

And so I did what I’d wanted to do for years and years and years. Show the real me to someone. Not just my large breasts, the heavy curves, every dimpled bit of flesh and imperfection, but also my darkest nature.

I obeyed, and dropped the blanket.

Tyran’s eyes flared with dark heat and Hunt hissed out a breath.

Lifting his hand, Tyran held up three pieces of wide ribbon or…something. It wasn’t metal. It wasn’t plastic. It wasn’t fabric. Hunt took a blue one from him, wrapped it about his neck. It had no clasps, but it somehow sealed and tightened about his neck. A collar. Tyran had mentioned it, but I’d forgotten. I watched as Tyran put a blue one about his neck as he spoke. He held one more in his hand, this one black.

“Prillon mates wear collars to show that they have been claimed and are under their warriors’ protection. While we will not officially claim you until you agree and we have a mating ceremony, the collars will signify to one and all that you belong to us, just as we belong to you.”

“Like a wedding ring.”

“I have heard Lady Rone say something similar about your Earth custom, so yes.”

“You want me to wear this?” I asked.

“You must wear it, or we cannot leave this room.”

“Why?” I wondered.

It was Hunt who answered. “There are few females on the planet. You are not only beautiful, but perfect. Others will want you for their own. If you are not wearing a collar, the other warriors will assume you have rejected our claim. They will fight for your attention and the right to win you for their own.”