Mated to the Cyborgs(22)

“On your back, Hunt. Our mate’s pussy is empty.”

I had no idea what Tyran had in mind, and I didn’t care, content to participate as long as our mate seemed eager, and I got what I wanted. Her.

Lying on my back on the hard floor of the transport room, I didn’t care that we were in a very public place with no cushion or bed beneath us. I reached over to caress one of her full breasts, the soft globe heaven in my palm. It was full and plush, heavy and the perfect handful.

“Pinch her nipple.” Tyran walked around us now, his full body armor a stark contrast to our naked forms. “Pinch it hard, Hunt. Make sure she knows who she belongs to.”

I hesitated until I saw Kristin’s eyes heat at his words, her nipples harden into eager pebbles against my palm. I felt her consent, saw it when she arched her back, pressed her breast more fully into my hand. I pinched and she gasped.

“Again.”

I did as commanded and Kristin moaned. Tyran leaned over, tangled his fingers in her short hair, tilting her head back and lifting her lips to his for a brutal kiss. He didn’t caress her mouth with his own, he dominated, devoured her as I watched, my cock growing painful as I pinched and played with her breasts.

Tyran’s lust blasted me through the collars, his need to control all consuming. Hers swirled around me next. “Now, mate, face away from Hunt and fill that wet pussy with his cock.”

“You want reverse cowgirl?” she asked, looking confused.

I had no idea what she meant. Her words made no sense. What was a cowgirl?

In response, Tyran lifted her over me, easily moving her as he wished, her so small and agile. Perching her, he waited until she parted her knees and then settled her over my hips, turned so her back was to me, the perfect round spheres of her ass mine to admire as she faced away.

“Do what you’re told and you’ll get exactly what you want. What we know you need.”

Her wet pussy rubbed the length of my cock and we both moaned, her slick essence coating me. Marking me.

“If you disobey, I’ll spank you until your ass is on fire. Do you understand, mate?”

Her pussy dripped at his warning.

“Yes.” The one word was nearly a whimper of need and I tried to ignore the part of my mind that was trying to figure out exactly what the fuck was happening here. I’d envisioned spreading our mate between us—on a bed—loving her long and slow and deep, not scaring or overwhelming her with our massive frames or large cocks. But our little human didn’t appear to be frightened. Not in the least. No, she was needy and desperate, her arousal and keen interest like a drug as it reached me through the collar. Addictive. She was addictive, and I hadn’t even kissed her yet.

“Fuck him, mate. Take him deep.”





Chapter Seven



Hunt



This was insane. She’d arrived just a few minutes ago. We were total strangers except for the subtle familiarity from the testing and the awareness through the collars. I’d envisioned coaxing, wooing, teasing to get her into our bed. We hadn’t even left the transport room and she was sliding her soaked pussy all over my cock.

Tyran paced, walking around us like a perfectionist inspecting his work. I closed my eyes when Kristin’s small hand wrapped around the head of my shaft and positioned me at her hot, wet core. I gritted my teeth as she slid down my hard length, enveloping my body in her slick heat. She was so tight, a perfect fit.

I knew my pleasure must have transmitted to Tyran through the collars when he groaned and pulled the armor from his chest and shoulders, dropping it to the floor in a forgotten heap. His eyes blazed as he watched, kneeling between my legs, his gaze transfixed on the wet slide of her pussy as she lifted and sank down, my cock glistening with her juices.

“Good girl. Fuck him. Ride him. Take his seed. Make him give it to you. It’s all for you.”

My balls drew up, tight and heavy and ready to explode from the slick friction, the milking of her inner walls, but I held back, not ready for this to be over. Gods, I never wanted this to be over. Kristin rode me, her luscious curves a vision I could not tear my gaze from. I knew when Tyran stood and stripped the rest of his armor and boots. Knew our mate watched him, that the sight of his naked body gave her pleasure, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a fist pumping me, owning me.

Tyran stepped forward, his complete focus on our mate’s face as he held his cock in front of her mouth. For a split second, I worried she’d not like the idea of sucking his cock, but I was found wrong when she opened her mouth.

“Carefully work your thumb into her ass, Hunt. Stretch her open as I fill her throat with my cock.” He studied Kristin. “Do you want all your holes filled, mate?”