Cyborg Celebration (Interstellar Brides: The Colony #11)

Chapter 10

10

M arz

I was foolish to hope my stubborn female would give up her irrational thoughts of placing herself in danger with just my words.

Her eyes softened, but there was still a stubborn glint there. “You don’t own me, Marz. If there’s a chance to help save this place—save all of us—I’m going to take it.”

“No, you will not,” Vance interjected, his tone firm. He exchanged a look with me, his silent agreement there. We would both lay down our lives to protect her, even if it meant keeping her here against her will.

Rowan’s lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze flicking between us as though she were trying to decide whether to argue further or not. Her hands clenched at her sides, and I could see the hurt behind her eyes.

For a moment, the three of us stood there in silence, the air thick with tension, with the scent of her arousal and the warmth of our mingled breaths. The twinkling lights from the tree seemed to mock the heaviness of the moment, their cheerful glow contrasting sharply with the reality of what awaited us outside.

Finally, Rowan let out a frustrated breath, her shoulders sagging. “If anything happens to either of you out there...” Her voice cracked, and she looked away, blinking rapidly. “I’ll kill you myself.”

I reached out, my fingers brushing her cheek, and she leaned into the touch despite the frustration I felt through our collars. “We’ll come back to you.”

Vance stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’re yours, mate,” he said gently. “It is our duty and our right to protect and care for you. We can handle the storm.”

The defiance hadn’t completely left her eyes and a dark part of me welcomed the challenge. The defiance.

The chance to push her, force her to submit.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. “Either of you.”

I inhaled. Deep. Pulled the scent of her into my body. Tasted her on my tongue. “You’re wet, mate.” I stepped forward, trapping her between me and Vance as I pulled my cock free from my armored pants.

Rowan’s gaze darted to the hand I had wrapped around the base of my hard length. She licked her lips. “I am?”

“We can smell your pussy, mate.” I towered over her, gave her nowhere to run. “We’re going to fuck you now.”

“You are?” She retreated until her back made contact with Vance’s chest. As I’d hoped, his hands wrapped around her at once, locking her in place as I dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted her gown.

A delicate, barely there confection of what Rowan had told us was called lace—the same burgundy color of her dress—dared to hide her pussy from me. Impatience had me pushing the feminine garment aside. “Hold her, Vance. Hold her until she comes for me.”

“With pleasure.” Vance chuckled as Rowan groaned, her hips bucking. She fought him, the excitement in her mind in stark contrast to the way her shoulders strained to break his hold. He adjusted his grip, locking one arm around her waist. His free hand wrapped around the base of our mate’s fragile neck.

The surge of lust that blasted us through the collars made us both groan.

“Fuck, mate.” Vance’s voice was a low rumble next to her ear as I pressed my tongue against her wet core. “You’re going to make me come before I get the chance to fuck you.”

“Not my?—”

I sucked her swollen nub into my mouth. Her voice faltered. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and finger fucked her as I played with her clit.

“—problem.”

Had my mouth not been occupied, I would have burst into laughter at our defiant little mate’s challenge. I lifted her legs to rest on my shoulders and enjoyed the feast, basked in the pleasure I gave her, the way she didn’t even try to hide her desire, her need flooding all three of our minds until I wasn’t sure how much longer Vance would be able to maintain control.

Not my problem.

I suckled. Tasted. Took turns fucking her pussy with my fingers and my tongue as Vance held our mate in place, a prisoner to our lust. Our need to consume her.

Rowan

They were going to kill me with an overdose of orgasms.

I didn’t care. What a fucking great way to go. Vance’s hand around my neck drove me wild for reasons I didn’t understand and had no desire to inspect. Not right now. Not with Marz eating my pussy like it was a five course meal from a master chef. His enjoyment, his need to taste me, came through the collars and stole any thought I might have had to protest.

I’d never been tied up. Held down. Choking was not my thing. This was all of those things and none of them. Vance’s hand on my throat did not squeeze, but the primitive part of my brain recognized and responded to the danger, heightened my awareness. His arm was like a steel band around my waist. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. All I could do was take whatever my mates decided to do to my body. To me.

Marz thrust his tongue inside me, wiggled it around as he worked my clit with his fingers. He was rough, demanding.

My pussy drenched him with welcome. Needed more.

My mates were relentless when it came to sex. If I didn’t force their hand, Marz would have me here for an hour, make me come so many times I’d see stars.

I wanted that. Badly. I wanted them even more.

I reached behind me, grabbed Vance’s hard length through his pants with one hand. The other I buried in Marz’s golden hair and pulled. Hard. “Stop.”

As I knew he would, he stopped licking my pussy and lifted his gaze to mine. “Tell us what you need.”

Rather than speak, I shifted in Vance’s arms and put my feet firmly on the ground. Turning around, I pulled Vance’s cock free and dropped to my hands and knees. I knew the sight of me in Marz’s family color, burgundy, made him crazed. I didn’t want to waste time removing clothes, so I gathered the skirt of my gown around my waist. With a wicked look over my shoulder, I wiggled my nearly naked bottom—the lace thong I wore didn’t cover much—at Marz as I pulled Vance’s huge cock toward my lips. "Fuck me." The hoarse whisper left my lips in a rush. The next moment, I sucked Vance’s heavy length into my mouth and prayed Marz would obey. I wanted him fucking me from behind. Hard and fast. As deep as he could get.

Vance buried his hands in my hair with a moan I would pay good money to hear again. I rewarded him by taking him to the back of my throat and holding my breath until I was dizzy. Frantic to have my pussy filled, I pulled back and took a deep breath, wiggled my hips.

I felt the moment Marz lost control. The icy control that normally blasted me through our mating collars transformed to cold fury, a need so dark a saner version of myself would have been terrified to feel it.

Instead, I felt whole. Needed. Real. My pussy was so wet and achy, if Marz didn’t fuck me soon I was going to flip around and give Vance the chance instead. I didn’t care which mate was in my mouth or my pussy. I simply needed them both.

Marz wasn’t going to make me wait. The possessive fire I felt every time he looked at me was too primal, too strong, too filled with disbelief. I knew he didn’t think he deserved a mate. I felt his guilt, his worry. Everything. He couldn’t hide from me any more than I could hide my desperate need for his cock to fill me up, for his obsession to overwhelm me and make me feel like I belonged to him. Like I had a home.

I nearly sobbed in relief when he pulled out his huge cock and knelt behind me. “Is this what you want, mate?”

Yanking my lips from Vance’s cock, I had time to speak just one word before firm hands in my hair pushed my mouth back over his hard length. “Yes.”

Marz moved into place, the tip of his cock pushing at the entrance to my pussy. “Mine.” His palm landed on my ass with a sharp sting, bringing with it a spark of unexpected heat. I moaned around Vance’s cock as Marz pushed his cock balls deep in one slow, solid thrust.

That one word sent shivers down my spine as his cock stretched me to my limits. Filled me completely. I moaned around Vance's cock as Marz began to move, each thrust slamming deep into my core and igniting a fire that I knew would consume me.

Vance's hands tangled in my hair, guiding me and encouraging me to take more of him in my mouth. I was caught in the middle of these two dominant warriors, their desire for me a constant inferno of need that circulated through our bond, drove us all to the edge.

Marz's grip on my hips tightened as he pounded into me with primal force, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. Vance's cock filled my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with delicious precision.

Marz reached around and began rubbing circles over my clit with his fingers. The added stimulation pushed me over the edge and I cried out against Vance's cock as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Not finished with me yet, Marz chuckled. “Time to make sure you’re ready for both of us, naughty little mate.”

Vance’s cock jerked in my mouth as a blast of lust hit me through the mating collar. I wasn’t sure what Marz was doing, but Vance knew. I lifted one hand to hold Vance’s cock in place for my return and turned to look over my shoulder at Marz. He was adjusting something on his wrist…

The ATD in my ass shifted. Moved. Grew larger than I’d ever felt before. The extra fullness put pressure on Marz’s cock where he remained buried inside my pussy. I was too full. It was too much. The bundle of nerves between my ass and pussy was squeezed. On fire. My pussy burned from the inside.

Marz made another adjustment on the remote control, and I groaned in anticipation. I knew exactly what would happen next. The entire implant buzzed inside me. The vibration shot through me, ignited me like rocket fuel during takeoff. “Oh, fuck.”

Marz’s smile nearly made my eyes roll into my head. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. I was completely at their mercy.

“Take Vance’s cock and let him fuck your mouth until we both put our seed inside you.”

When I didn’t move fast enough, Marz lifted one hand to my hair and grabbed a fistful so he could move me, angle my head so I once again faced Vance’s gleaming cock.

“Fuck her mouth, Vance. She needs us.”

Fuck. Me. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t. They both knew the truth, my lust-glazed thoughts shared through our mating collars as clearly, I was sure, as their desire to fuck me. Mark me. Claim me. Fill me.

With a soft cry, I opened my mouth. Vance thrust his cock to the back of my throat as Marz’s cock hit the tip of my womb. They moved together, as if they’d practiced driving me out of my mind until they were masters. Machines. Perfect. In. Out. I was trapped between them with no will to escape, the device in my ass shooting electric current to my clit. My pussy, it seemed, had her own personal electrician. Every buzz, zap and rest matched the thrust and retreat of my mates’ cocks. I wasn’t a thinking, feeling woman. I was an animal. A greedy, touch starved, wild animal who needed these two males to lose control, to want me more than they’d ever wanted anything in their lives. I needed to own them. Needed their seed and their scent all over me, inside me.

I knew this might be the last time. The risks they would face tomorrow were not insignificant. There was a real danger one or both of them would not return. There was an even greater risk they would not forgive me for what I needed to do.

Marz reached around my body, one hand stroking my clit. The other he used to make a fist in my hair. The sharp tug made me gasp, his deep growl sending shivers over my entire body. “We can sense your defiance, female. You will not disobey me. Not in this.”

My mouth was full. I couldn’t argue, at least not with words.

I grabbed Vance by the balls and used my inner muscles to clamp down on Marz’s cock.

Vance lost control first, his cock shooting spurts of seed down my eager throat. My body shook uncontrollably as Marz continued to thrust into me relentlessly. Seconds later he came too, growling out his release as he filled me with his hot seed. Their pleasure moved through the collars and blasted me to the moon. A continuous wave of orgasms stole my breath. My pussy pulsed and spasmed over and over, until my legs collapsed beneath me and Marz caught me around the waist, limp and pliable, as if my body was a shoestring.

Vance dropped to his knees before me, his forehead pressed to mine as Marz held me, his cock buried deep, my dress still shoved up around my hips. They both still wore their armor, only their cocks free. We’d been in such a rush, not one of us had bothered removing any clothes.

Both men looked at me with a mixture of satisfaction and adoration that made my heart swell with love for them both.

"Who do you belong to, mate?" Marz’s soft question was dominant. Demanding. Pure male satisfaction. The bastard was smug, pleased with himself for making me lose control.

“You.” Still trying to catch my breath, I shoved every bit of contentment and bliss I could through our mating collars. "Both of you. You’re mine.”

Vance kissed me gently. "We will feed you and bathe you now."

“And then?” I knew the answer, their desire for me causing every nerve in my body to feel like a lit fuse, ready to burn its way to another explosion.

“Then we fuck you until you agree to remain here tomorrow. Safe.” Marz’s commanding tone made my pussy clench around his hard length. He was still inside me. Part of me. And I wanted more. From both of them.

My smile, I was quite sure, was naughty as hell. “That might take a while.”

They tried all damn night.