Page 22 of Her Cyborg Warriors

Her unease increased as she looked around.

“You are worried, Mikki. Upset. I do not understand this reaction. Everything you see belongs to you now, and what you do not have, we will provide,” I told her.

“These collars might be a little… intense, but you can’t control my emotions.” A little V formed in her brow at his words. “If you came fourteen light-years to become a mate to two strange aliens, leaving everything you knew behind, wouldn’t you be a little worried?”

Her ability to defy me was astounding. No one contradicted me. This defiance was frustrating and bothersome, but now that I could sense her emotions, I recognized it as a defense mechanism. An emotional response she used to protect herself. She wasn’t being difficult simply to irritate me. She wanted this mating to work. However, she wouldn’t comply when she didn’t understand. Her worries were legitimate and not wholly unfounded. Neither Trax nor I were used to bending to accommodate others.

“It is our job to remove these worries. One at a time until they no longer exist,” I told her, moving to stand directly at her side. I stroked her hair now, felt the silky strands glide through my fingers with an obsessiveness I’d never felt before. Once I sensed her satisfaction at the touch, I realized I could do this, and this alone, for hours.

I needed control, but I also needed to soothe. To ease her burdens. In this moment there was nothing I wanted more.

“Why did you volunteer to be a bride?” Trax asked.

I heard her intake of breath, felt her defensiveness return in a blockade of wild emotions, and she closed her mouth so tightly her jaw muscles clenched and her lips formed a small line.

“Mate,” I said. “You will answer the question.”

The walls she’d erected grew even stronger, and Trax looked to me, his eyes narrowed. Somehow that was the wrong thing to say to our female.

Mikki stepped back, away from my touch, and paced the room. I dropped my hand to my side, oddly hurt by the small rejection. As soon as the thought passed through me, Mikki’s gaze darted to my face, her expression surprised, and her emotion one of reluctance and confusion. Was she surprised to know that I desired to touch her? That I needed her to accept the contact? My protection? My life? I was hers now. I understood that completely in this moment. How could I make her realize what that truly meant? What she meant to both Trax and myself?

“Perhaps instead of giving us your reasons, you will tell us why you do not wish to share them,” Trax said, his voice calm. Slow. Low.

She paused, looked his way.

“I can feel your disappointment,” she replied, tugging at the collar. “I’m not sure I like these things.”

“There shall be no secrets between us,” I countered.

Trax sighed when Mikki’s eyes flared and a burst of anger came through my collar. I knew Trax had felt it as well. Everything I said was wrong with this female.

Moving to the long couch, Trax sat down, patted his knee. “I have seen the other human females sit upon their mates’ laps, and it has brought them joy. Contentment, perhaps. Come.”

She eyed him. He gazed upon her but said nothing more. I watched, sensing that this was a scientific experiment of its own. It was an interaction between species, human and Prillon. It was also the newfound connection between mates.

“Please, Mikki. You have nothing to fear from me.” Trax’s voice was far more soothing than I could have managed at the moment, and I was relieved when she complied.

Slowly Mikki went over to him and stood between his parted thighs, wrapped in the blanket. His large hands curved around her hip and he pulled her forward to sit sideways upon his knee, then held her close.

Her back went ramrod straight, but she allowed him to hold her.

Interesting. Her hesitation was strong, but then his sense of satisfaction hit both Mikki and me through the collar. She relaxed and leaned into him, settling her head on his shoulder. Her relief was palpable as well, and I resisted the urge to pace with my frustration. She was a difficult female, unlike any other I had encountered, and I was having no luck figuring out how to make her obey.

And more, how to make her want me. Accept me. Accept my claim as her mate. While we’d just met, it was hard to be patient. Didn’t she understand how long I’d waited for her?

If she were a Prillon female, I would be balls-deep already, my cock making her writhe and scream with pleasure. A Prillon female would expect it, but these human females were… difficult.

“I am proud of you, mate,” Trax said. “I like the feel of you in my arms.”

“I’m just skin and bones,” she muttered, but her pleasure at his praise came through the collars clearly. Perhaps that was the key to winning her over? I was not an idiot. I could think of many ways to praise this female.

“You are perfect,” I said, coming over to join them. I dropped to my knees before her.

When she remained still, accepting of our presence, Trax slowly lowered the blanket from about her shoulders so it pooled in the crooks of her elbows. Her breasts were still covered, but barely. Only the soft top swells were visible.

She sucked in a breath but didn’t resist. I felt her arousal, her nervousness. Neither were disappointing.

“You have not answered our questions,” I said, mimicking the same easy tone that Trax had used. I raised my hand and placed my palm over the bare skin on her shoulder. She groaned and closed her eyes as I caressed her.

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