Page 29 of Mated To The Cyborgs

She writhed on my fingers. I didn’t have enough lube to take her more aggressively, but I would give her what we both needed. I wouldn’t relent. Not when she was about to come.

Unable to resist another moment, I leaned forward and tasted her, ran my tongue along the sensitive side of her clit over and over until her legs began to shake. I pushed her to the edge of release, then stopped, again and again until she sobbed once, losing control. Ready to beg.

“That makes you hot, doesn’t it? The idea of being fucked by both your men? Your holes stretched, filled, claimed, marked?”

She was panting now, her hands on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my bare skin. “Yes.”

“You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she repeated.

I stilled my fingers, then pulled them free only long enough to stand, spin her about so her hands were flat on the wall by her head. I lifted the tunic up over her hips, hooked an arm about her to pull her back so she was bent, her pussy and ass on perfect display.

“Don’t move,” I said as I worked my pants open. Once I was free, I groaned, the ache in my cock dissipating slightly at the lack of confinement. But seeing her pink and slick, swollen and open for me, I wasn’t going to last.

I slid my thumb into her pussy, coated it with her juices and moved it right to her ass, pressing it into the prepared hole, hooking it so it slid in, my palm flat on her luscious ass.

She yelped at the intrusion, but writhed. I didn’t delay. I couldn’t.

“You want to investigate the missing men? You want to be out of my sight?”

Lining up, I thrust into her pussy. She cried out, her arms bending so her forearms were on the wall, her cheek pressed against the hard surface.

I had to bend my knees to get into her, but once I was buried to the balls, I wrapped my free arm around her waist and settled my palm over her clit, lifted her, pulled her up and back onto my cock as my fingers toyed with her sensitive nub. “Spread your legs, mate. I want you wide open as I fuck you.”

“Oh, God.” Her pussy fluttered around my hard length and I froze in place, waited for the moment to pass. Her hands tightened into fists against the wall and she moaned my name.

I could listen to that sweet sound for hours.

Moving slowly, I told her how I felt as I fucked her. “You’re mine. Mine. Do you understand? Your pussy is mine. Your heart is mine. You will not want a new mate. You will not look at the other warriors. You will love me, do you understand?”

I felt like a primitive idiot babbling as I thrust into her, but the hot, wet heat of her was making me lose my mind. The words were rough and unfiltered, dragged from the deepest, darkest places inside, but I couldn’t hold them back. Not with her.

She made me lose control. She brought out the darkness. I only hoped she could accept it, because the monster that was my dark side, my buried needs and desires, had escaped his prison locked inside my soul and no matter how hard I tried to go back to the way I was before, I couldn’t. She’d broken me open and spilled my soul into the world, into her. I couldn’t put it back.

My hips rammed home, pressing against the back of my hand, driving my thumb into her with each thrust. She would have a small taste of what it would feel like with both of us taking her, fucking her, filling her up.

“I am not kind. I am jealous, possessive.” She came with a wail and I didn’t stop, just fucked her harder, sweat dripping down my brow, my balls drawing up, my orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Obsessed.”

“Tyran,” she wailed, her walls already milking my cock.

I didn’t relent, giving her exactly what she needed as she came again, harder, her pussy going into spasms around my shaft. I gritted my teeth, the feel of her tight heat around my cock my own personal heaven. And hell. There would be no escaping her. No denying her. She would own me.

Fuck. She already did.

Her pleasure triggered my release. Her screams, no doubt, could be heard through this entire section of the base, but I didn’t care. I wanted everyone to know that I was her mate, that I was giving her what she needed, and that she was well taken care of.

I didn’t want any of these bastards to think they could do better.

She would live here, work here, make friends and talk to people, but I’d be the one she came home to. Hunt would be waiting with me. We’d be the ones to strip her bare and take her, fuck her. Fill her. Love her.

Make her scream.

My orgasm hit and I staggered forward, for a short time vulnerable. I couldn’t protect her when my pleasure took over. I couldn’t do anything except close my eyes and give over as I came, lost to the bliss only to be found in my mate. My cock thickened inside her, thrust deep and bottomed out, pulsed with the need to expel my seed, to fill her. I did, coating her walls, filling her womb. I groaned, leaned forward and slapped my hand on the wall. The sound of the metal denting echoed in the small room.

Only after I caught my breath did I lower her to the ground and drop to kneel behind her. The movement had my cock slipping free. Carefully, I slid my thumb from her, watched her as she caught her breath. She hadn’t moved, but her eyes were closed and I felt a sense of lethargy, euphoria and satisfaction coming from her.

I grunted at the sight of my seed slipping from her, coating her thighs, a bold drop slipping to the floor between my knees. I got hard at the sight of my claim, knowing I’d filled her.

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