Mated to the Cyborgs(35)

“Tyran,” she wailed, her walls already milking my cock.

I didn’t relent, giving her exactly what she needed as she came again, harder, her pussy going into spasms around my shaft. I gritted my teeth, the feel of her tight heat around my cock my own personal heaven. And hell. There would be no escaping her. No denying her. She would own me.

Fuck. She already did.

Her pleasure triggered my release. Her screams, no doubt, could be heard through this entire section of the base, but I didn’t care. I wanted everyone to know that I was her mate, that I was giving her what she needed, and that she was well taken care of.

I didn’t want any of these bastards to think they could do better.

She would live here, work here, make friends and talk to people, but I’d be the one she came home to. Hunt would be waiting with me. We’d be the ones to strip her bare and take her, fuck her. Fill her. Love her.

Make her scream.

My orgasm hit and I staggered forward, for a short time vulnerable. I couldn’t protect her when my pleasure took over. I couldn’t do anything except close my eyes and give over as I came, lost to the bliss only to be found in my mate. My cock thickened inside her, thrust deep and bottomed out, pulsed with the need to expel my seed, to fill her. I did, coating her walls, filling her womb. I groaned, leaned forward and slapped my hand on the wall. The sound of the metal denting echoed in the small room.

Only after I caught my breath did I lower her to the ground and drop to kneel behind her. The movement had my cock slipping free. Carefully, I slid my thumb from her, watched her as she caught her breath. She hadn’t moved, but her eyes were closed and I felt a sense of lethargy, euphoria and satisfaction coming from her.

I grunted at the sight of my seed slipping from her, coating her thighs, a bold drop slipping to the floor between my knees. I got hard at the sight of my claim, knowing I’d filled her.

“You’re mine, Kristin. Never forget who you belong to.”

She turned then, dropped to my lap and cupped my face with her hands.

“I won’t forget.”

“Me and Hunt. No one else touches you.”

“You’re such a caveman.”

Her bold answer made me grin. “You’re mine. Say it.”

She shook her head and bit her full lower lip, just hard enough to make me want to taste it and I groaned.

Her eyes darkened and she studied my face. I wondered what she saw there. My features were not human, my nose and cheeks too angular, my coloring different, my teeth longer and sharper than the men from her world. She studied me like I was a complex puzzle, and leaned forward to place a soft, tender kiss on my lips. I’d never been kissed like that, the gentleness made me shiver, an unfamiliar ache settling deep in my chest. “I am beginning to believe, Captain, that you have that backwards.”

“How so?”

“I’m pretty sure you two belong to me.”

She was right. So fucking right. This woman owned me, but I wasn’t going to admit it to her. Not now. Maybe not ever.





Chapter Eleven



Kristin



I paced the confines of our quarters, fuming. I had no idea if my irritation could reach my mates through the collar, but I couldn’t make myself care. I was no eight-year-old little princess running around in sparkly shoes needing my big, strong daddies to protect me.

For three days, my mates had kept me here, locked away for my own safety while they’d been out there hunting for the missing men and coming away empty handed. Three days! I’d managed to get my hands on one of the ion blasters, but they’d found it—damn the collars for the sense of satisfaction I’d felt at grabbing the stupid thing—and promptly taken it away from me like I was a helpless child, not a trained Federal Agent.

I told them about my job, my skills, my experience, but they didn’t care. Earth was a lesser planet to them, which made my abilities lesser. I knew they saw me as an equal. No, they placed my life above theirs. I knew they valued me, well, I felt that. But it wasn’t my value or equality on the table here, it was my skills. My abilities.

They would give me anything I wanted…except when it came to my protection. They wouldn’t care if I had Wonder Woman bracelets that deflected bullets, they weren’t putting me in harm’s way. I didn’t want to go into danger, but I was completely useless here, trapped and feeling helpless. Neither condition I tolerated well.

I kept telling myself that they didn’t know me, didn’t truly know or understand what I was capable of, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy the discontent growing inside me like a cancer. The missing warriors were still MIA, even my powerful Prillon mates and the other twenty Colony warriors out searching every day couldn’t find them. Every evening, my mates came back from their fruitless search and fucked me until I couldn’t breathe before falling into an exhausted sleep.