First Chapter Excerpt: Mated To The Cyborgs by Grace Goodwin (Rated R)
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FBI Agent Kristin Webster has spent the last eight years tracking and taking down the worst of humanity. She's seen to much to believe she could ever trust a human man, but the promise of a perfect match through the Coalition's Interstellar Brides Program has her settling into the testing chair to be matched to her alien mate. But her match isn't a male from a distant planet, but two scarred Prillon warriors on the Colony. And when warriors begin to disappear, Kristin will take matters into her own hands.
Captains Hunt and Tyran have been waiting too long for a mate to allow her to risk her life chasing evil. But their defiant little human won’t listen. They are determined to tame her, claim her, keep her safe…no matter the cost.
Author: Grace Goodwin
Tags: * Rom: Speculative / PNR, * SPICY: HOT Romance
Publisher: Independently Published
Kristin Webster, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth
When I felt the press of a cock…there, I stilled, my breath catching. My first thought was panic. How did he know? I’d never told anyone my secret.
Wanting him there now, stretching me, filling me—it was wrong. So wrong. Oh, I knew guys wanted anal sex, at least if every porno was to be a guide. And I knew too much about pornos since I’d worked in the human trafficking division of the FBI for three years—but I’d never been asked to try this. Never even been prodded by accident. Not even a whoops, I missed your pussy and ended up in your ass instead conversation.
I’d been vanilla in bed, never admitting to anyone what I really wanted or needed. Always afraid. Until now.
Now, I felt that cock pressing against my back entrance and wanted it to open me up and slip inside. Slide deep and fuck me. Stretch me. Make me burn a little. His cock was bigger than anything I’d ever played with, bigger than I’d imagined. And it was slipping just inside me. There. Against all reason, all sanity, I wanted him to hurry. To go deep and fill me up, stretch me open until I begged for mercy, sure nothing else would fit. To fuck me the way I’d been too afraid to admit to any other man. Ever.
Because there was a huge cock stretching my pussy already—but one cock wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not for naughty, naughty Kristin.
I was a bad girl. And no one knew. No one suspected. But, God, I wanted to be a bad, bad girl…I wanted him to pull my hair and make me beg, bite me until it hurt and pinch my nipples until they burned. And every single one of those desires was buried so deep inside me that I’d never spoken them aloud. Not once. Not even to myself.
But dream me didn’t care. She lusted. Ached. Was completely at ease between the two powerful male bodies. She didn’t worry about asking for what she wanted. Admitting she needed more than the standard wham-bam, missionary position nightmare that most people settled for in life. Somewhere, deep inside, she knew they’d take care of her. Give her everything. Make her scream and come and beg for more.
I wanted to beg like that. To trust. To let go. Surrender.
This was a dream. It had to be. I’d never had a real threesome. Not straight laced, FBI agent Kristin Webster. Men were afraid of me, or thought I was too hard, too cold, too jaded by what I’d seen in the field ever to want to be dominated in bed.
They were wrong. So, wrong.
But this didn’t feel like a dream. No, it felt real. The cocks felt real. The hot skin of the man beneath me—I was riding him like a Wyoming cowgirl—his thick cock filling my pussy so completely, rubbing against places inside me that had come alive for the first time. Was that my G-spot he was hitting?
I whimpered when that flared head nudged it, again and again.
My clit rubbed against him every time he thrust up into me. Deep, so deep that he bottomed out. I arched my back, shifting so I could take as much of him as possible. More, even. My hands pressed against silky sheets by his shoulders, cool against my heated skin and I arched my back, offering myself to the man behind me where he played. By body begged, saying what I could not speak as I spread me knees wider and clenched my muscles, hoping to draw his attention.
We were all slippery, and I knew it was some kind of oil that made us slick, the aroma rich and exotic. Heady. The smell blended with sex and skin and man. My men. Their unique scents familiar to me, to this body, and they filled my head with lust, and memories of other encounters, orgasms. Pleasure. They drowned me in pleasure.
Big hands were on my hips, guiding me, moving me at the whim of the man beneath me. A second set of hands reached around from behind to cup and play with my nipples. They were hard points, so sensitive I clenched and squeezed my inner walls with every hard pull. Since when had my nipples been tied directly to my pussy?
With one delicious twist, I moaned.
“I’m going to come,” I cried, and I didn’t recognize my voice. Who was that wild woman? I couldn’t play with my clit even if I wanted to because I didn’t have permission, and that made me hotter. More desperate. I knew my mates wouldn’t let me. Knew my orgasms belonged to them. How I knew this, I had no idea. It was a dream. A strange, hot, incredible dream.
I wasn’t going anywhere and I didn’t want to. I wanted them to finish what they started. I wanted them to break me open and take everything, every last ounce of pleasure and control. I wanted to belong to them, completely. No holding back. No freaking rules. Just me…and them.
Mine. They were mine.
The ferocity of the thought had me sinking down onto my mate’s cock and wiggling, riding him with my clit, reaching for what I needed. I was mindless now. I needed to come. I needed them to let me come.
A hand came down on my right ass cheek, the sound of it a loud crack in the room. It only made me clench down on the cock fucking me and pushed me even closer to release.
“No coming, mate.” His hot hand landed on my ass again, the sharp sound like a drug to my overloaded senses. “Not until I’m in your ass and we are claiming you together,” the man behind me said. “You’ll come harder. It will be so much better.”
I shook my head, lost. I didn’t want to wait. I needed him now.
He spanked me again. A gasp escaped my lips. It stung, but then quickly morphed into heat, bright and sharp in my mind. I grinned as my body shuddered, the effect of his touch perhaps the opposite of what he intended.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I said, licking my dry lips.
I heard the rough rumble of men’s laughter.
“Our naughty female.” The words were said with praise as the cock pressed harder against my back entrance, the coating of oil making it slide inside me smoothly, easily.
I expected to feel pain—didn’t a cock that big hurt?—but I didn’t. I only groaned at the silent pop as the head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle that had tried to keep him out.
Stuffed, filled, I’d never felt anything like this. I collapsed on top of my mate’s chest, content to let them take me, fuck me, love me. Nothing was going to keep these two from claiming me. I had no intention of stopping them. It felt so, so good.
They moved and I cried out, the feel of having two cocks moving inside me was too much for me to fight. I couldn’t hold back. I was so filled.
My orgasm built and my pussy fluttered with the beginning of a spasm, but the man behind me groaned and both of them stopped moving.
“No. Not yet. Not without permission.” Both of them remained still as my body came back from the edge and my awareness of the men, my body, the room slowly returned to me. I could hear their ragged breaths, feel the tightening of their grips on me, the slick slide of their cocks in me. I could feel everything and it was coalescing into this perfect, bright, hot ball that was going to burst.
“Please, please move. Please,” I begged, trying to shift my hips, rub my clit against the one beneath me. Anything.
“Not yet, mate.”
I was beyond all reason now. Every nerve ending in my body was awake, my skin tingling, my body so sensitive that I had to fight to remember words, to force my lips to form around the sounds so I could beg. “Please, I can’t wait.”
“Then we will say the words now.”
“Do something,” I whimpered. Tears slipped down my cheeks, the only release I was offered in this moment suspended between them, conquered. Owned.
“Do you accept my claim, mate?” The man beneath me spoke, his voice smooth and deep. Clear and even, considering we were fucking and his cock was hard as granite inside my pussy. “Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another Primary Male?”
“Yes,” I cried, my breathing ragged as I adjusted to having two big cocks in me. I knew that wasn’t the word he wanted, what I was supposed to say, but my pussy spasmed again and I couldn’t say more. Couldn’t focus on talking.
“Say the words, mate, then we’ll move. We’ll fuck you just as you want.”
I licked my dry lips. If I wanted them to take me, give me what I needed, I had to focus, as least for a few seconds.
This was important. The claiming. Somehow, dream me knew this mattered. As in, forever, sacred vows. Thankfully, she knew what to say. “I accept your claim, warriors.”
My vow spoken, my mates growled, their control pushed to its limit. I realized then I wasn’t the only one barely hanging on.
“Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You belong to us and we shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”
“May the gods witness and protect you.” A chorus of voices sounded around us.
We weren’t alone?
Oh, my god. And those voices? They were deep. Male. And there were a lot of them.
My inner walls clenched as I discovered we were being watched. I had one cock in my pussy and one in my ass, I was naked and begging, and we were being watched?
Part of me, the conservative, uptight, never-break-the-rules part of me was screaming in my head. But dream me didn’t care. It was too much. Another first for me—I’d never imagined exhibitionism to be hot—and I loved knowing others were watching, wanting, devouring our lust with their eyes, yet forbidden to touch.
If I’d known I was such a dirty girl, I’d have sought out two men who could give it to me before now.
A hand came down on my ass as both cocks pulled out, then slid deep, filling me completely together, their thrusts hard and fast as I cried out at the pleasure and pain of being taken so completely.
“No other will give this to you,” the one behind me growled, his hand fisting in my hair to pull my head back. He angled my head up until I looked at him over my shoulder and kissed me hard and deep as the man below took over playing with my nipples. Had I said the last out loud?
His tongue thrust deep as his cock moved inside my ass, hard and fast and without mercy. The scream built in my throat as my body tightened around them both, the pain of holding back building like a bomb about to explode inside me.
He broke the kiss and bit down gently on my ear. “Come, mate. Now.”
At his dominating tone, the morphing heat from that smack to my ass and the cocks buried deep inside me, I shattered.
I screamed and bucked as they held me locked between them. My muscles tightened then went limp, tightened again, giving over to the pleasure they were giving me. My palms pressed into the hot skin of the man’s chest below me, my fingers curling and most likely leaving small welts as my pussy tightened on him like a fist.
The men moved faster, unrelenting, fucking me and alternating their motions, keeping the feelings of bliss alive, making my pleasure linger and linger until I had no breath left and I exploded again, the sharp tug of my mate’s hand in my hair holding me in place like iron shackles, my only physical anchor. I could not pull free, could not escape their possession, could do nothing but accept the dominant thrusts of their cocks as they claimed me with a hunger that drove my own. I spiraled again, so close, my body not yet satisfied, and whimpered a denial as I felt them stiffen and swell, fill me to the brink, then come.
Their seed spurted hotly into me, so much so that it seeped out, coated me. Them. We were one, united, and I’d been the one to do it, to create this family. They were mine.
The mate at my back licked my neck, tasting the glistening moisture their attentions had wrung from me. “Good girl, showing everyone how your mates bring you pleasure. There is no question that you belong to us. You want us, need us, just as much as we need you.”
I felt the man before me sit up, strong and powerful muscles rippling beneath my palms. His mouth crushed my lips in a searing kiss as I felt the man behind me nibble my ear, my neck, gently bite down on my shoulder. The pain made my hips jerk and I slid down, drove both of their cocks deeper inside me as I surrendered completely, trapped between them. Worshipped by both.
“Mate,” they repeated, over and over. Neither pulled out. Neither softened within me. I knew we weren’t done. We’d fuck again and all I could say was…
“Please.” I needed them to hurry. To move. To bite me. Spank me. Fuck me like they’d never get enough. I was still on the edge, my appetite for them nowhere near appeased. “Please, hurry.”
That voice was annoying, and didn’t belong to my mates. I ignored it, focusing on the heated bodies surrounding me. I needed more. Why weren’t they moving? Talking? Fucking me? Making me theirs. Making me feel.
“Please,” I begged again. “Give it to me. Both of you.”
It wasn’t a man’s voice who was talking now, but a woman’s, and her voice was loud and full of intensity that had nothing to do with sex. Or orgasms. Or hard, thrusting cocks.
No. No. No. I fought to hold on to them, to the pleasure, but my mates faded, like I was truly waking up from a dream. One hot, fucking amazing dream.
I opened my eyes, blinked. Then again.
Crisp white walls. A less-than-appealing hospital gown rubbing my sensitive nipples. Arms chained to my sides by hard metal as I sat in a chair with weirdo computer gadgets and sensors attached to my body and head. I was naked under the gown, the hard seat beneath my bottom smeared and wet with my arousal.
Warden Egara, with her dark hair, kind eyes and stern expression staring at me like I was a freak in the circus.
Oh. My. God.
Embarrassing. God, could she smell it? Did I smell like sex? What would she think of me? Was I supposed to be this turned on? I doubted it. I must be some kind of mutant show for her today. Poor little Kristin, who couldn’t trust men. Who hadn’t had a date in three years. Who saw a man on his phone and assumed he was watching child pornography, or hiring hookers, or dozens of other things I’d seen wicked men do.
There was a reason I was here, at the Interstellar Brides processing center. I’d seen too much. I needed a fresh start. And maybe I could turn off my brain and actually enjoy myself in bed with an alien, a guy I knew was honorable and who was matched to me by the most advanced dating system ever created. The matching protocols made human website dating look like stone-age tools next to a rocket ship.
I sighed, and blinked at the warden. So, I wasn’t having an amazing, sexy threesome with two well-endowed men in a room full of observers. No, I was at the Interstellar Brides testing center. I was strapped into the testing chair and I’d just begged Warden Egara to give it to me.
“Can you please just transport me now so I never have to see you again?” I asked. With my wrists restrained to the arms of the very uncomfortable dentist-like chair, I couldn’t even cover my face.
In fact, I barely had my butt covered with the stupid hospital gown being open in the back as it was. I wiggled my hips. While my pussy was still heavy and swollen from my arousal and orgasm, I would swear I could still feel the size of the men’s cock stretching me wide in both…places.
But my mind was at war with what my body was feeling. There were no cocks. No hot men pulling my hair, pumping into me and making me come on command.
Instead, the female warden was petite, with dark hair pulled up off her neck in an official bun. Her red uniform had the insignia of the Brides Program on the chest and she had a look of a woman who was kind, but also on the job.
“I assure you, I’ve heard worse.”
I widened my eyes. “I can only imagine what other women have said.”
She turned away and moved to sit at the table before me, swiped at her tablet. For a minute, she was quiet, then she looked up at me, smiled. “From your words, it seems that you had two males in your dream. I can tell by your blush that’s the case.”
I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, or transport off planet.
“You’ve been matched to a warrior from Prillon Prime. Congratulations.”
“You seem very excited about this,” I replied. My palms were damp and I had nowhere to wipe them.
“I know firsthand that Prillon males are very virile. Possessive. Dominant.”
Yes, that summed up the guys in my dream, and I hadn’t even remembered their faces. Only their cocks.
“Firsthand? You were mated?” I asked.
The excitement diminished on her face. “Yes, but that was a long time ago.”
I knew from the program’s information that a match was for life, at least after the first thirty-day trial period. That meant that something terrible had to have happened to both of her mates for her to be back on Earth.
“Do you accept your match?” she asked next.
Did I want to stay on Earth and find a man? Hell, no. My work hunting sex offenders and traffickers had ruined me for any guy on Earth. What they did to women, and worse, children, had me avoiding all of them. Unfair? Yes. There were good guys out there, but I wasn’t wasting my time trying to find them among all the bad apples. Working for the FBI exposed me to the worst criminals and the underbelly of society. I knew I was jaded, untrusting and cold. I’d had to build a wall of ice around my heart to survive. The women and children I’d helped didn’t need me to be soft or needy. They needed me to be hard, merciless and vicious, just like the criminals I’d spent the last few years hunting.
And I’d played my part. Now I was broken.
No, I needed a fresh start on a planet where I wouldn’t look at every man and assume the worst. Why waste time trying to find a guy who wasn’t an asshole when I could get the perfect man—or two—with one efficient, well-proven matching test?
And it seemed I was to have two mates. God, I’d never even thought of the possibility before now. Why would I? I didn’t even want one Earth man, let alone two.
“I’m matched to one warrior from Prillon, but I get two mates?”
She cocked her head to the side slightly. “Yes, you are matched to one Prillon warrior, but they always claim a mate with a designated second. They warriors of Prillon Prime are well known to battle the Hive in deep space. They have a high rate of casualties and choose a second to protect their mate and care for any children in case the unthinkable happens.”
“In case they are killed in action?”
Her gray eyes were sad. “Yes. They would never leave their family unprotected. All Prillon warriors choose a second, a male they trust and respect. This second warrior will be just as devoted a mate as your first. Legally, according to the laws of Prillon Prime, you will be mated to both.”
“Like the dream.” I remembered the specific wording that he’d said to me and that I’d used to reply. Our claim. Not mine.
“Like the dream. Once you meet your mates, you will have thirty days to accept their claim or tell them you wish to be matched to another.”
Accept their claim? Yes, I knew what the claiming was like and I squirmed.
“For the record, do you accept this match?” she asked, her voice becoming even toned and official. “Once you accept the match, you will become an official citizen of Prillon Prime. You will not return to Earth, Kristin.”
Did I accept the match? If I said yes, I was going to be transported off Earth and to Prillon Prime, several light years away. This wasn’t a trip to Italy.
But wasn’t this exactly what I wanted? I’d volunteered for this. I’d put my own butt in the stupid hospital gown and submitted to the testing. I’d loved every minute of that dream. I wanted more. I wanted to feel like that woman, wild and wanton and free.
“Yes.” There was no going back now. “Yes, I accept the match.”
She nodded once, her fingers swiping busily across her tablet. “To follow protocol, please state your name.”
“Have you ever been, or are you now, married?”
“Any biological offspring?”
“I am required to inform you, even though I mentioned it already, that you will have thirty days to accept or reject the mate chosen for you by the Interstellar Brides Program’s matching protocols.”
I took a deep breath, let it out. No more sex crimes unit. No more bad guys. No more FBI. Hell, no more Earth. Just what I’d wanted.
I took a deep breath, let it out. “I guess I’m going to Prillon Prime. When do I get my men?”
I couldn’t help but grin at the idea. It seemed insane. It was insane.
She looked down at the tablet again, did some more swiping, glanced up. Smiled brilliantly. “How about right now? Your mate resides on a secondary Prillon planet known as The Colony. You’ve been matched to a warrior with ninety-eight percent compatibility.”
The Colony? Never heard of it, but who cared. Alien was alien. “And the second mate is the other two percent?” I wondered.
She stepped back, laughing at my sarcasm. “You could say that.”
With one final swipe of her finger, the wall behind me opened, a blue light coming from beyond. I turned my head, but couldn’t see anything but the colored glow.
“Don’t panic. When you wake, Kristin Webster, your body will have been prepared for their customs and your mates’ requirements. He will be waiting for you.” She spoke as if from a script, and that meant I wasn’t the only woman who panicked right about now.
Two large metallic arms with gigantic needles on the ends appeared to be headed for the sides of my face. “Hang on a second. What they hell are those things?”
I tried to wiggle away, but that wasn’t working since I was still strapped to the damn chair.
“They will insert the Neuroprocessing Units that will integrate with the language centers of your brain, allowing you to speak and understand any language. Be calm and you’ll soon be with your mate.”
I held my breath as the needles came closer, then pierced the sides of my temples, just above my ears. I winced, but it wasn’t really that painful. Once the robot arms retracted, my seat slid backward and I found myself being lowered in a warm, blue-glowing bath. I exhaled and relaxed, for all my fears seemed to melt away.
“Kristin Webster, you are off to your Prillon warrior. I am not biased, since everyone is matched to the planet perfect for them, but I hold a soft spot for those Prillon males. I know you will be happy, as I once was.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. Happy? That was the biggest dream of all.
“Your processing will begin in three…two…one.”
Everything went black.
Once upon a time, a young girl was born into an average, working class family. The wee little girl, convinced she was not an average child but was, in fact, a fairy princess, longed to leave the mundane world behind and live her dreams. She grew up, went to school, and when she’d grown too big to wear tutus and tiaras in public without drawing unwanted attention, turned to writing down her fantasies instead.
Now a bit older, her fantasies have grown to include sexually dominant men who know how to ensure a woman’s pleasure. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of.
She currently lives in Oregon where she spends her days writing, and her nights in the arms of her very own Prince.