Surrender to the Cyborgs(31)
“We’re going. I’m going to meet Jessica. She’s from Earth and I want to talk to her.” Our mate patted her hair, the complex twist of her hair piled on top of her head outlined her face in a soft cascade of color and left her neck bare, and ready for my mouth.
“I tried to tell you, Ryston.” Maxim walked to our mate and lifted his hand to her cheek. Everything in me stilled at the tender interaction as she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, her body practically purring with bliss. “Now that the Prime is here. It’s too late to cancel.”
Raising her hand to cup Maxim’s cheek, Rachel smiled. “You’re not canceling anything. We’re going. Now.”
Rachel had prepared herself in the bathing room, hiding until she was ready. We had waited for more than an hour, Maxim settled on the sofa, his body unmoving but his emotions racing around and around inside his head like a beast chasing its own tail. I had spent the hour pacing, door to bed, fighting the urge to strip and climb in the hot water with her when we heard the sounds of her soaping and rinsing her naked body. The way Maxim had adjusted himself in his formal pants led me to believe he’d been thinking the same thing.
I’d spent the better part of the last hour imagining her skin turning a pretty shade of pink, her hair curling softly in the steam, her nipples plumping in the warmth as she bathed.
I knew firsthand the effects of the hot bath on her pale flesh since we’d taken her in the bath twice already.
I couldn’t fuck her pussy, not until Maxim’s seed took, and since her ass wasn’t ready yet to take a cock, I’d had to make do with eating her out as she leaned back against the edge of the bathing pool. It had been far from a burden, especially when I stroked my cock to completion, my seed spurting on her damp belly and breasts, forcing me to wash her all over again.
Rachel sucked in a breath and turned to glare at me, her nipples clearly standing at attention beneath the gown. “You, stop that, right now.”
“You’re irresistible, mate. I can’t stop wanting you.”
Rachel arched her brow as she returned to the bathing room to do whatever mysterious things a woman might do to prepare. I noticed her feet were bare, and realized she had most likely gone back for her shoes.
Maxim watched her go and ran his hand through his hair in a rare outward display of the unease I could feel through the collar. “The Prime is a newly mated warrior. He’ll understand our need to fuck Rachel. Hell, we only have thirty days, no twenty-seven, to sway her to accept us.” He ran his hand through his darker hair again. “We should not have scheduled this dinner until after the claiming ceremony.”
I leaned on the edge of the sofa and crossed my arms. Maxim and I were both ready to go. We had nothing to occupy us now but to wait for our mate. I’d never been so happy to do nothing. “Lady Deston wants to help. She’s from Earth and should help Rachel to feel welcome here. She’s even invited an Earth warrior who lives here, on Base 3. If Rachel can find others who are like her, with similar customs, she may adjust more quickly, find happiness here. We will fight for her and protect her, Maxim, but Rachel is intelligent and passionate about life. Unfortunately, fucking won’t be enough to make her happy here.”
By the look Maxim gave me, he didn’t like my answer, but since he didn’t respond, knew I was right.
Rachel came out of the bathing chamber then and I shamelessly inspected every inch of her. The dress I’d brought when she first arrived had been draped over the chair until today. Now the soft flowing gown only made our possession of her more complete. The cut was perfect for her, showing off her delectable curves, a hint of cleavage, the teasing glimpse of her smooth legs as she walked. The color fell to her ankles. The dark copper was a sign of Maxim’s claim as her primary male, the color representative of the Rone family. Everyone who saw her would know she belonged to us. Even though her collar was still black, a sign she was not fully claimed, the dress would protect her. No one dared to approach a female wearing another warrior’s colors.
At least, that was how things had been on Prillon Prime. Here, with so many unmated males and so few women? I had to hope honor and chivalry would hold the others in check until they could be processed for their own mates.
Hope for a matched mate of their own would likely keep many from approaching her. And yet, her very presence was the reason they had any hope at all.
“You’re both staring.” She glanced down at herself. “Is something wrong? The dress was a little confusing to put on, but it’s not like my hem is stuck in my underwear, since I’m not wearing any.”