Cyborg Celebration (Interstellar Brides: The Colony #11)

Chapter 17

17

M arz, The Colony, One Week Later

"Rowan.” My tone carried the gravity of a sacred vow. “Do you accept my claim? Or do you wish to choose another primary male?"

She remained silent. I stopped breathing.

Rowan stood between us in a burgundy gown—my family color proclaiming her to be mine. Her golden hair caught the light like a halo. Her blue eyes shimmered with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I reached for her hand, feeling the warmth and strength within her slender fingers. On her other side, Vance did the same as I adjusted my throbbing cock.

Around the edges of the room, seven warriors formed a circle—a protective barrier against all enemies. They chanted, sang the ancient songs dedicated to this ceremony, the formal claiming of a mate. The warriors present had fought beside us in battle. They were our chosen family, bound by a loyalty that surpassed blood. They were the males we trusted to protect the only thing that mattered, our mate.

Today we would claim her. Right fucking now.

Assuming she said yes.

Rowan's grip tightened around mine, a silent communication that made my heart swell with pride and satisfaction that I was the one she turned to, the one she needed. The male she loved. She had always been fierce and unyielding, yet there was a tenderness in her this day that could soothe even the most restless soul. My soul.

Vance turned to Rowan, his eyes reflecting the depth of emotion that coursed between us. His voice, steady and filled with reverence, broke the silence. “You need to answer, female. You must speak the words.”

Her gaze flickered between us. For a moment that stretched into eternity, I feared my heart would stop beating as I waited for her answer. Afraid she had changed her mind. She had demanded we claim her early. I’d woken from the ReGen pod to find her pacing, waiting, eager to state her demands. It was not yet time. Her thirty days weren’t up. We still had time to court her, pleasure her, win her heart and?—

"Yes. I accept your claim."

Thank the gods.

When I didn’t recover quickly enough, Vance spoke his vow first. “You are mine, Rowan. I will destroy anything that threatens you, kill anyone foolish enough to harm you, hunt your enemies with my dying breath.”

“I don’t have any enemies.” Her grin was pure mischief. I couldn’t wait to fuck the smile off her face, replace it with gasping, begging, moans of pleasure. I knew our mate, understood that she used daring words and a mouth full of sass to hide her nerves. She would not be nervous for long. Soon, she would be coming all over my cock.

The chanting swelled around us, and I reached for the clasp on Rowen’s shoulder. Her hand settled over mine, stalling. “Don’t you have to say something now, too?”

Did I have a vow to make to my female? Indeed. I stepped forward, trapped her body between mine and my second’s. Breathed her in. Held her gaze as I spoke absolute truth. “I am yours. Everything I have, everything I am. Yours.”

Rowan reached up and loosened the fasteners on her gown. The fabric slipped down her body like a falling curtain to pool at her feet. She was naked, the scent of her arousal like a drug. I took off my ceremonial tunic and pants, threw them aside, forgotten. Behind her, Vance did the same, so we stood together. Naked. Ready.

Vance’s hands came to rest on the curve of her hips and he leaned in close, whispered in her ear. “Are you ready to take us both, mate?”

Desire hit my mind like a drug. Hers. His. My cock strained to reach her, eager to feel the wet heat of her pussy.

I activated her ATD, made sure her body would be ready to take Vance’s cock, reached for her when she gasped in shock. “Already?”

“I have waited decades for you, female. I don’t want to wait another moment.”

She reached for me and I lifted her into my arms, settled her over my cock. Her pussy was tight. Hot. I wouldn’t last long. “Fuck her, Vance. Make her ours forever.”

Rowan

I shouldn’t have been turned on by the fact that we were being watched.

I shouldn’t have been dripping wet, on the verge of an orgasm before they even got my clothes off.

I definitely shouldn’t have been ready to beg them to fuck me. Claim me. Make us official and forever. If I’d told former Earth me that I was going to basically get married to two aliens after knowing them for less than two weeks, I would have told the future, alien me I was batshit crazy.

Yet, here I was. And everything I had ever wanted was in this room, mine for the taking. A future. A family. Children. A job that mattered, hunting for more of those ancient Hive machines. My sexy, powerful, gorgeous mates. They would never cheat, never leave me, never betray my trust.

Marz shifted his hips, thrust deep. His hands were splayed across my ass and he used his leverage to move me, lift my body and slide me down over his hard length.

“Gods be damned, Vance. Fuck her. Now.”

As if summoned by a god, Vance’s hands slid around me from behind to cup my breasts. His lips brushed my ear. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I was so fucking ready if he didn’t listen to Marz and fill me up I was going to cry. I needed this. Needed both of them. Needed to know they were legally mine, no takebacks, no changing their minds, no way for them to escape.

“Hold on to me, mate.” Marz’s deep voice made me shiver. I knew what he wanted. Surrender. Trust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my chest to his. Waited. Marz stopped fucking me, held still as Vance took position at my back, the stiff tip of his cock pressed against my ass. I’d played with toys, and I’d grown used to the ATD, but even that was not as big as my mate’s massive cock.

“Go slow.”

“You will feel only pleasure, mate.” Vance worked the tip of his cock into me, the ATD retreating, shrinking in size as his hard heat replaced what I’d come to think of as an alien sex toy. Lubricant from the ATD filled me with a warm liquid that eased his way.

We both moaned, Marz joined us as the sensations moved through us, shared through the mating collars.

Suddenly, I was Rowan, filled with two massive cocks, my body pressed between two massive warriors, the pleasure-pain of my ass and pussy stretching to accommodate both of them, the bliss, the naughty, naughty joy I felt as my body claimed them both.

I was Marz, my sensitive cock surrounded by the hot, wet heat of my mate’s pussy as it clamped down over my hard length. I was the protector, needed to care for my mate, bring her pleasure, feel her surrender in my arms.

I was Vance, pressing forward, filling my mate for the first time, in awe of her acceptance, her love, the miracle of being chosen as intense pleasure shot fire from my cock up and down my spine until my back bowed with pleasure and I was on the verge of losing control.

My mates didn’t need to ask me if I was all right, if they were hurting me, if I wanted more. They knew.

Vance did say I needed to use my words…

“More.”

Vance

Nothing would ever compare to the beauty of our mate’s complete and total surrender. The tight grip of her ass around my hard length. The soft command she dared speak to two warriors who held onto control by a thread.

Our mating collars activated, forged a permanent and unbreakable connection. I knew without looking that the collar around her neck would no longer be black, but burgundy. We were a matched set. Mated. Forever.

Love exploded within me, and I couldn’t stop myself from giving her what she wanted. She wanted us to fuck her. Move in and out of her body. Bring her pleasure. Make her scream.

She needed to feel our bodies joined with hers, know we were with her. Inside her. Part of her.

I needed that, too.

I moved. Pulled back. Shifted forward. Filled her again as Marz held her in place, his hands holding her open for me. I increased my tempo slowly, waited for her to adjust as Marz remained still, cock buried deep in her pussy, all of us, his to command.

I had followed him into battle too many times to count. I had no qualms following his lead as we claimed our mate.

Rowan, too, recognized the force holding us all in check.

“Marz. Please.” Her soft whimper nearly buckled my knees.

Marz could no more deny her than I. A swift tilt of his head was all he needed to let me know we were about to move. He walked me back until the backs of my thighs hit a large chair. I adjusted quickly, leaned back and braced myself so I could hold Rowan in place between us.

She moaned as I pulled her back, onto my lap and Marz’s cock nearly slipped out of her pussy.

Before she could reach for him, he surged forward. Filled her hard and fast. I couldn’t fucking move. Didn’t need to as Marz gave our mate what she needed. Harder. Faster. He was relentless, our little mate writhed between us, whispered barely audible encouragement. Demands.

Rowan sobbed as her body exploded, spasmed around our cocks. Rowan's climax was not just hers; it was ours. I couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to, my seed rushing from my body to fill her up. Mark her. Claim her.

Marz thrust twice more and pulled Rowan against him as he, too, filled her with seed. With life. With the promise we both made to her.

Love. Protection. Honor.

Forever.