Taken by Her Mates(28)

I couldn’t wait to taste her pussy, to bury my tongue deep, but I knew if I moved too quickly, we could lose the power of this moment. Right now, she was soft and accepting of Nial’s touch, of his kiss. I felt as if I did not touch her soon, I would explode, but I did not want to scare her. My size and appearance would do that well enough without my overly aggressive sexual needs pushing her too hard or too fast.

I was a patient man. I could stalk a target for days without eating or sleeping. I could wait a few more minutes to taste the beautiful woman who would be mine forever. My mate.

Her body was laid out across Nial’s lap like an offering to the gods, so soft and smooth. She was not small, like Commander Deston’s mate, and I was greatly relieved. She was big enough to take us both, big enough to take me.

I’d offered myself as a second mate twice before but my size and my scars had caused those warriors to fear their new mates would reject me on sight.

That I now knelt on the floor in front of my mate seemed like a dream of some kind, a fantasy that couldn’t be real. That she accepted him with his cyborg flesh, kissed him with such passion, gave me hope that she could accept me as well.

Like me, Nial was damaged, scarred by the silver skin and silver eye of the cyborgs, and yet she accepted him, let him touch her. Felt desire for a warrior scarred by battle.

She was not a fantasy, but real flesh and blood. I could smell the honeyed scent of her wet core, the sweetness of her skin. I wanted to bury my tongue in her creamy heat and make her scream with pleasure. Perhaps, if I gave her pleasure before she saw my face, she would be able to see past my scars and not experience horror at the very sight of me. I was suddenly glad I had used the cleansing units aboard the cyborgs’ ship before sending it on course for the center of Earth’s star. I had promised our mate the death of her enemies, but now thanked the instinct that insisted I come to her without so much as a drop of blood on my hands.

She was too beautiful to be touched by such violence, too precious.

I watched Nial ply her body with pleasure, his hands tracing her breasts, her waist and hips. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, pushing the blanket that must have been covering her lower and lower. I noticed a large scar on her thigh and wondered at the wound, but the thought fled my mind as Nial’s gentle touch glided over the small piece of pink material that covered her pussy. Lingering there, he pressed his thumb to her over the fabric, rubbing her clit, then dipping into her pussy as much as the fabric would allow, then back up again to stroke her most sensitive place.

She moaned into his mouth, her hips canting to press more firmly against his touch, her lips locked to his and her tongue moving between them, exploring his mouth.

Claiming him as her own.

My head flooded with lust, with need, as my cock swelled to painful proportions. I wanted her tongue in my mouth. I wanted her to moan and writhe and scream as I brought her pleasure. I wanted her to know it was me touching her. Me tasting her pussy. I wanted that knowledge to make her burn.

Her reaction to Nial’s touch was the signal we’d both been waiting for. He ripped the small piece of fabric from her body and she cried out in shock, her mouth torn away from Nial’s kiss.

Nial took her head in both hands, preventing her from looking down her body, from seeing me, before we were ready. They locked gazes as Nial whispered his demand. I watched as her covered breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths, hard nipples outlined by the thin material. “Let us touch you.”

My gaze dropped lower and as I glimpsed her wet pussy, pink and perfectly on display inches from my eager mouth. I prayed she would say yes. I couldn’t wait to taste her, to suck on her clit and fuck her with my fingers and tongue. To make her come all over me.

“Nial? I can’t.” She licked her swollen lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this. I… I don’t know you and… and I…” She closed her eyes briefly. “It’s… it’s too much.”

Her words were like a knife stabbing me in the heart, but Nial seemed unaffected.

“Shh. It will always feel like this between us. Do not fear the power of the bond between a warrior and his bride. Do not fear the pleasure we will bring you. Let go, Jessica, you are safe with me. I promise I will be here to catch you. Ander will be here to catch you. Do not be afraid to let someone else take charge. Give over and let us bring you pleasure. Let us touch you.” He kissed her on the mouth, softly, with a gentleness I did not possess, and I was grateful for the divine wisdom that gave our women two males to pleasure and protect them. I could fuck her hard. I could kill for her. I could not be what Nial was. I could not be gentle or soft. I could not touch her without devouring her flesh. I needed to possess her, conquer her, own her pleasure.