Mated to the Cyborgs(21)

Tyran stood and I saw the glistening sign of my desire on his mouth, his chin. He licked his lips but didn’t wipe the rest away.

“You aren’t in charge, Kristin.”

“Tyran.” It was the first time I’d spoken his name, and it felt right coming from me in that breathless, imploring tone. I needed him to fuck me. I needed them to touch me. I needed more. I whimpered. Hunt’s grip around my waist tightened at the sound, even as Tyran responded.

“I know. We know. We feel your need through the collar as well. We know exactly what you need.”

“I can’t fuck your pussy, mate,” Hunt whispered his own dirty words in my ear as he lifted one hand to cup the full weight of my breast. “It’s the Primary Mate’s right to fill you with his seed, give you the first child. I will take your ass, but not today. We have to get you ready first.”

“No, Hunt.” Tyran’s denial was confusing. Hunt must have thought so as well.

“What are you saying?” Hunt asked.

“We aren’t on Prillon Prime. They’ve abandoned us to the Colony. We will adhere to Prillon custom and wear the collars and take a mate together, we’ll both fuck her as she wants.”

“But the first child is yours by right,” Hunt replied.

“Any child will be ours. It matters not whose seed takes root. Does it, mate?”

I had no idea what they were talking about. But yes, I wanted kids. If they were both mine, then no, it didn’t matter, did it? “No. I don’t care which one of you is the biological father.”

Hunt’s swift intake of breath made me smile. I’d pleased him, and his happiness danced through my collar like fizzing champagne, making my head spin. I’d turned into a mind reader with the collar. No, a feelings reader.

I liked this collar. I didn’t have to try to explain things to my mates. They would feel what I felt.

About a gazillion Earth divorces could probably be averted by this technology.

“You want to be fucked, mate?” Tyran asked, stripping off his clothes as he did so.

I nodded my head, watched with avid and eager eyes as his glorious body was revealed.

“Then down on your hands and knees. Show us that round ass and perfect pussy.”



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Hunt



I watched our mate do as Tyran commanded and my cock grew harder, the pain welcome as she sank, naked, to her hands and knees. She was so small but perfect, short blonde hair caressing her jaw as her full, heavy breasts swung below her. Her ass was bare and round, the glistening lips of her wet pussy an eager sign of welcome she could not deny.

She was lustful, hot for her mates. And Tyran’s orders were fuel to her sexual fire.

Tyran had always been a strong warrior, a leader in his own quiet way, but he’d been content to remain off to the side, quietly observing life upon our return from the Hive. I knew he had this in him, but he never showed it. Now? I hadn’t expected his outlet, his need for control, would come through with our mate.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I was surprised when Kristin didn’t punch him in the face at his dominance. Instead, I felt her need for it, her arousal at his commands, the peace she felt at doing his bidding. She wanted him in control. I felt the moment she relinquished her own, handed it to him like a gift. To both of us. When I watched Kristin’s breathing hitch and her eyes darken with desire, I could not argue with his heavy-handed commands.

“Strip, Hunt, and lie down on your back next to her.”

“What?” I tore my gaze from our mate’s creamy skin to stare at Tyran. While my cock hardened at his command over our mate, having him give me orders was something new. It was unexpected and the tone of that one word question proved it.

“You heard me, second. Get on your back and free your cock. Give our eager little mate what she needs.”

By the gods, that tone of voice was something new. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted to do exactly what he told me. I wanted her riding me, my cock buried deep in her mouth, her ass or her pussy. I didn’t care which. I wanted to taste her, as he had. The scent of her arousal was nearly driving me mad with lust. Looking at her on her hands and knees before me? I was going to come before I even got inside her.

I stripped out of my pants and tunic quickly, then took my time as I inspected our new mate. My fingers trailed along her back and shoulder, over the curve of her hip as I circled her. Her skin was so pale, such a different color than a Prillon’s. Soft and warm. I didn’t do as he bid, but instead remarked, “Our mate is beautiful, Tyran.”

She whimpered, leaning into my touch, and I felt like a conqueror.