Cyborg Celebration (Interstellar Brides: The Colony #11)

Chapter 6

6

R owan

Holy shit. My mates were freaking gorgeous. Marz looked like a golden god, everything about him practically glowed, from the pale-yellow hue of his skin to the rich yellow-gold of his shoulder length hair. One eye was silver, with silver all around. But his skin was so light, the silver blended in until I could almost believe it was a trick of the light. He looked too beautiful to be real, like a fairy prince.

Vance? The bad boy look made my pussy clench. I never realized dark, brooding bad boys were my flavor, but damn. Everything about him was darkness to Marz’s light. Dark brown skin tinged with copper, hair so dark it looked nearly black, and intense eyes the color of mahogany, alive with intelligence and obsession. He apologized for being ugly. He had no idea the thin streaks of silver that covered the side of his neck and face made him look invincible. Strong. Sexy as hell. Darkness and light. A golden prince and a scarred savage. Every fantasy fulfilled in two alien males who, I hoped, were about to fuck me into forgetting my own name.

The blanket slipped and I didn’t reach for the edge. The way Vance’s dark eyes locked onto my bare shoulder made me want to pull it down a little lower. He held the mating collars in his hand, and I knew what that meant as well. Psychic connection. Shared pleasure. Everything I felt, they would feel.

The moment that collar was around my neck, I would know if the desire they claimed to feel for me was real or a lie. If they had any doubts. If they really weren’t attracted to me. Unlike the human men I’d dated, they wouldn’t be able to lie or keep secrets or manipulate me with words. There would be nothing between us but raw emotion and truth.

Lust and hope swirled together, made my heart race with excitement. Those collars changed everything. The connection we would share would be unlike anything I had ever seen — or even imagined — back on Earth. It would be like dream Warden Egara had stolen from me when she woke me, except this time it would be real. My alien mates and I would be connected. One. I would never be alone again.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady my nerves and held out my hand. “I assume one of those is for me.”

“Yes.” Vance’s deep voice made my nipples harden under the blanket. Instead of putting the collar around my neck, he placed one around his own and handed the other two to Marz, who carried me, and the collars in his hand, toward the large bed in one corner of the room.

Damn it. How long was he going to make me wait? I wanted that fucking collar around my neck, and both of theirs, right now. I needed to know if this was real or the cruelest joke the universe had ever played on me and my foolish, romantic heart. I realized I was grateful that Marz brought me straight to our private quarters. If I had to wait and wonder, worry, I would lose my damn mind. We were alone now. The three of us. Me and my mates.

Just like the processing dream.

God. My greedy body wanted what the woman in that simulation, that intense, sexy, naughty dream, had. The attention of two mates. Drowning in their desire, their need to fuck me. Their obsession with touching me. Tasting me. Two mouths exploring my body. Four hands touching me everywhere.

Two cocks fucking me, filling me, making me lose control.

Marz laid me down in the center of the bed and lowered himself onto the soft surface beside me, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead tenderly. His touch sent shivers down my spine as his hand trailed down my arm, his rough fingers finding their way under the edge of the blanket to trace patterns over my stomach. A gasp escaped me when he reached lower, teasingly running his fingertips along the sensitive skin of my mound before dipping between my folds, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat.

"Are you ready for us, Rowan?" His voice was low and husky, filled with promise and desire. “Are you wet?” He leaned down to kiss my cheek as he thrust two fingers deep. “It’s time to give you pleasure, mate.”

With an act of will I would be proud of until the day I died, I lowered my hand to his wrist and held with every ounce of strength I possessed. I did not want him to stop, but I needed something else first. “Put on your collar.” I worried I would be unable to speak past the lump in my throat, but if they were going to fuck me now, I had demands of my own. “I want the collars.” I wanted to know they were real, their emotions, their needs, their desire for me, was real.

His gaze locked with mine. Held. “What I am feeling might frighten you, mate.”

“I don’t care. I need to know.”

He studied me for what felt like forever. The worry in his golden gaze nearly made me relent. “We are yours. We will give you everything you need.”

I shook my head, my gaze darting between Marz and Vance, between Marz’s bare neck and the collar already worn by my second. I reached up and placed my hand on Marz’s neck where the collar should be. “If you are mine, you will understand that this is what I need. I need to feel you, both of you. I’m not afraid.” That last was a lie, but he wouldn’t know that unless he put the damn collars on both of us and then it would be too late.

“As you wish, mate. But I must warn you, we have thirty days to convince you to accept our claim. No matter what you feel, no matter how much you may regret linking yourself to us, we will not let you go.”

If he thought that was supposed to scare me, he was wrong. His vow had the opposite effect. “I don’t want you to let me go. I want to feel you. I need to know this is real.”

I reached for the dark burgundy collar threaded through his fingers and pulled it loose. Staring into his golden eyes, I lifted the collar to his neck and wrapped it around the muscular heat of him. I had no idea how it worked, but I didn’t need to. Once the two ends met, the collar performed some magic of its own, closing into a solid circle and sinking into the flesh of his neck as if it were part of him.

The black collar dangled from his grasp like the devil’s own temptation. I reached for it, understanding without needing to be told that it wasn’t my fear preventing Marz from placing the collar around my neck, but his own.

What could he possibly feel that was so terrible, so horrible, so overwhelming that he truly believed I would demand he let me go?

Marz and Vance both leaned closer as I lifted the black collar to my neck. Watched. Waited.

The strands connected. The material began to shift in size and shape to fit my neck. It settled, stopped moving.

I waited.

Animal lust slammed into me like a punch to the gut. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as need, raw, wild, feral drove every sane thought from my mind. I was not human, not a woman. I was a thing that needed to touch. To taste. To fuck.

“Holy shit.” My body responded, the blanket too much stimulation on my sensitive skin.

I tugged at the blanket, tried to get it off. Vance pulled it from my body, leaning forward to capture one of my nipples between his teeth. He pulled hard enough to make a sharp intake of breath race across my parted lips as Marz’s fingers pushed deep. Thrust hard. Retreated. Marz’s lips slammed down to claim my mouth as Vance worked my nipple, his hand wrapped around my inner thigh, pulling my legs wide for Marz’s invasion.

I was trapped between two powerful warriors. Bare to them physically and emotionally. I didn’t have any dark secrets to hide. They hungered.

I arched off the bed as they both drove me to a fever pitch. Marked me. Claimed me. They left no part untouched or unexplored, tasting, touching and teasing until I thought I would lose control.

Then I did. The scream left my throat as the most intense orgasm of my life turned my mind into tossed spaghetti, thoughts so tangled I had no hope of a single coherent thought.

They stopped moving. I opened my eyes to find their gazes locked on me, memorizing every detail, watching me lose control. Their satisfaction, their intense need to bring me pleasure, buzzed through our connection like I’d mainlined a drug, instead of heroine, sex. Pleasure. Lust.

As I gasped in a feeble attempt to slow my galloping heart, take a single deep breath, they both stood and stripped out of their uniforms, baring massive chests, shoulders rippling with muscle, abs any man would kill for, thighs thick as tree trunks. Cocks…

Fuck. Oh my god. No way those were both going to fit inside me.

“Do not worry mate. We would never hurt you. We will not share you in that way until you have been prepared.”

“Prepared?” How the hell were they?—

With a savage grin, Marz ran his fingertips over a bracelet I hadn’t noticed before, some kind of control system? For wha--?

Something moved. Inside me. In my ass.

Vance’s gaze was locked onto mine and I realized that he would be the one filling me back there. I looked from his face to his hard, eager cock and tried to keep my cheeks from burning red. I failed. I felt the heat, the embarrassment.

They felt it, too.

Vance crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs. He slipped one finger, slowly, into my ass as the thing inside me buzzed and expanded, filled me with warm, wet lube of some kind. “The ATD was implanted as part of your processing, mate. The device adjusts in size. We will help your body prepare to take both of us. It produces lubricant, so we will not hurt you or tear your flesh.”

Next to me, Marz watched intently as Vance locked his lips over my clit and began to suck. Hard.

“We will never hurt you, mate.”

Vance’s tongue flicked my clit and I cried out. I tried to move, plant my feet in the mattress and shift my weight away from the erotic assault.

Vance’s hands locked around my hips, pulled me closer as he kept one finger in my ass and thrust two into my pussy.

“I can’t—” I don’t know what I was going to say. Can’t take it? Can’t have another orgasm? Because those were both lies.

Marz seized one of my breasts in his massive hand while Vance pushed me to a second orgasm. Marz kissed me again, just once, more interested in watching Vance fuck me with mouth and fingers. He plucked and played with my breasts, the intense pleasure he took from watching Vance shoved into my mind like water filling a pitcher. I was empty, their vessel, their desires and emotions so big, so overwhelming, I had no defense against them.

I moaned out their names, each of them sending me a jolt of pleasure when my voice registered in their minds. Their reactions threw me into a spiral and I exploded into Vance’s mouth, his fingers fucking me, the device in my ass swelling, filling me up.

I was about to collapse and neither one of them had fucked me yet. How was this going to work? If I couldn’t take them both yet, and I was pretty sure my sensitive backside wasn’t ready for Vance’s cock, what was I supposed to do?

Vance kissed his way up my body as the aftershocks made me shake. I tasted myself on his tongue, wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him closer. I needed to devour him, chase the hint of uncertainty I felt in his mind.

He thought I would not desire him. He’d said as much, apologized for being ‘ugly’. I flooded his mind with desire. For his touch. His tongue on my body. His kiss. How could I not want him when my body still rocked with pleasure he’d given?

“We’re going to fuck you now.” Marz's fingers traced wet trails down my stomach before dipping into the warmth between my legs once more. He parted my folds as Vance rolled off me, lifting me from the bed as Marz knelt on the mattress.

Somehow, they were coordinating their efforts, their plans. I had no resistance, every muscle in my body lax, no more strength than strands of melted caramel.

Vance turned me so my back was to Marz. Pressed my back to Marz’s chest.

Marz’s hands came around my hips, held me in place as he lowered my pussy onto the tip of his hard length.

Impatient, I wiggled, trying to take him in. Fuck him. Make him mine.

“Do you want my cock inside you, mate?”

“Yes.” I wanted to shout at him to hurry the fuck up, but I let my impatience simmer in my mind, clear and insistent. Knew they would both feel it through the mating collars.

Marz chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin of my neck as he watched Vance suck a nipple deep into his mouth.

Marz lowered me just enough to stretch the opening of my pussy. Vance sucked hard, made me whimper. With one swift movement, Marz lowered my body on his cock, stretched me. Filled me up.

I sobbed, my fingers buried in Vance’s hair, locking him to me as my body adjusted to the biggest cock I’d ever taken. The ATD in my ass was still swollen, stuffing me too full as Marz began to move, lifting me, slamming me down on his hard length.

Vance pulled back from my breast with a pop, leaving a wet spot on his lips as he moved lower down to nip at the tender skin above my hip.

Lower.

Marz dropped me onto his cock as Vance’s tongue traced my clit. Sucked. Teased.

My hips bucked in response to this new sensation, but Marz held me in place in front of him, his grip like iron. I couldn’t escape and that fucking made me hot.

Vance licked and nipped. My orgasm rolled over me like a giant wave. I screamed, my pussy spasming around Marz’s cock, my clit caught between Vance’s tongue and teeth.

He tugged gently. Marz thrust hard. My orgasm spiked again, relentless and unending, fed by their pleasure, their lust, desire, need, as well as my own.

My orgasm pushed Marz over the edge, his hot seed filling me, his release an explosion of pleasure in my mind.

Barely lucid, my gaze locked with Vance’s. He was still hard. Still tormented with the need to fuck me. Leave his mark on me. Make me his. Marz lifted me off his cock and lowered my knees so I knelt on the bed. I crawled forward, placed my hand on Vance’s chest.

“Fuck me.” When did I turn into such a brazen wench? Who cared? He needed, I would provide. They were not the only ones in this relationship who would take care of the others’ needs.

He groaned. “I cannot.”

“What? Why not?” Did he not want me? Had I been wrong in reading his emotions?

“I am not your primary male. I cannot give you my seed until Marz has an heir. You are his first.” He reached out with trembling fingers and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I will fuck you. mate. I will fill your ass. I will taste you. Give you pleasure. But I cannot take your pussy. Not yet.”

The scent of arousal filled the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. I looked at his cock. I could work him with my hands. I could take him—maybe—into my mouth. I’d never tried to suck off a guy this big, but the need to taste him drove me forward.

I reached for him.

Just as my fingertips brushed the tip of his cock, Marz’s rough hands grabbed me from behind, lifted me, and tossed me onto my back on the bed. I was not hurt, but startled. “What?”

Marz towered over us both. “Fuck her, Vance. I do not care to claim the right of siring her first born. She is ours. Your family is honorable and deserving of an heir. Fuck her. Fill her with seed. Make her come.” Darkness filled his eyes, dominant, demanding. “I want to watch.”

His command flooded the collars, made my pussy clench.

Holy shit. Lusty Marz was hot. But this?

I reached up to steady myself using the wall behind my head. With a low growl, Vance obeyed, crawled into position covering my body with his massive frame. My god, these guys were huge.

He positioned himself at my entrance. Held.

I looked over his shoulder at where Marz stood, arms crossed, watching. Waiting. “Fuck her. Don’t you fucking come before she does.”

With a moan I felt in my bones, Vance shifted his hips. Filled me. Fucked me.

I held Marz’s gaze as Vance thrust in and out of my body like a machine. Hard. Fast. Relentless.

Still, I’d had several orgasms already. I was sensitive. Sore. But sated. Vance’s cock felt amazing, good, but my release would be slow to build. My body replete. Satisfied.

With a very naughty grin I was already coming to recognize, Marz lifted the wrist with the bracelet and slipped his fingers over the ATD’s remote control.

The anal device swelled, pressed Vance’s cock into a tighter space. With a moan, Vance’s hips shifted forward, locking his cock deep inside me as a tremor, a slight vibration started in my ass.

I wrapped my arms around Vance as we obeyed my primary male. Let the heat build, breathed him in, absorbed the primal need Vance had to shove his cock deep. Mark me.

Make me his.