Grace Goodwin - Her Cyborg Warriors

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How I knew that, I had no idea. I accepted the truth of the knowledge as his hand stroked over my hair as if he were petting me. The gesture was soothing, putting my mind at ease. He wasn’t ignoring me. The opposite. I felt as if all his attention were solely on me.

When I was ready, when I had calmed from the last bit of insanity, the body I was in knew that they were mine.

They. The aliens. I was still in that weird testing thing. I could feel the strange buzzing in my mind, almost like background white noise trying to break through and enter the dream. Like an annoying alarm clock intruding on my sleep, wrecking the peaceful vibe I had from this big alien caressing me.

This was nice, I had to admit. This was the best I had felt in months. Jail didn’t agree with me. Not that it agreed with anyone, but I was not meant to be cooped up in a cage. I needed wind on my face and sun on my back.

But this wasn’t me. This was her. Some other female. The big alien petting me belonged to her, not me.

I didn’t care enough to fight it this time. I let her take me over, allowed her thoughts to become mine.

My work fulfilled me, but it was a heavy load to carry. My thoughts were like tabs on a browser, twenty open at once. I carried stress with me like a bag. I needed time to settle my mind, to transition into an evening at home.

With them.

Them?

I looked around but could see nothing. I felt him, felt the soft cushion beneath my cheek shift so I would be more comfortable.

Not a cushion, a man. An alien.

My alien.

No, her alien. She—I—had two of them again.

How could it be? This was a dream. Somehow. I was warm even though I was… holy shit, I was still naked.

I should be appalled. I was mad at myself for being like this. I never sat on the floor, subservient to anyone. To make it worse, I was doing it naked.

“Better?” the alien asked. His voice was low and deep, like fudge poured over an ice cream sundae, and I wanted to melt.

I nodded against the first one’s leg. This wasn’t me. No way. It was a dream. The testing. It had to be a dream, some weird way to assess me for a mate. I wouldn’t do this. But I was. I was this woman. Content. It made no sense.

“Yes.”

Why was I better? I paused and thought, felt. I’d returned from whatever job I had, my head filled with the tasks I’d accomplished or that were incomplete. I was familiar with this. My job never ended. Constant pressure, constant deadlines. But I was her and I understood. We were the same.

No! I was Mikki. Not this woman.

But I was.

I’d been met with kisses and caresses and had been stripped bare.

I’d let him.

No, it wasn’t him that had done that. A different him.

A second him had taken off every bit of my clothing and led me to sit at the other male’s feet.

“Our mate needs a quiet moment to let go of her day,” he’d said. He’d pulled me down to nestle on his lap on the floor next to my other mate. So close to both of them, I’d settled my cheek on the second mate’s thigh in contented relief. After that, they’d surrounded me. Holding me. Calming me. Petting me.

“Yes, I can see how she is now ready for us.” The second male voice. The one whose hands had brushed over me as he’d bared me, as he’d positioned himself to be my body pillow. I shivered with anticipation, knowing they were both so close to me. Anticipation?

What had the guy said? Our mate? I had two mates?

“Up, mate. Time to sit on my lap.” I was easily lifted onto the male’s thighs and instead of sitting sideways and tucked into him, I was turned so I straddled him with my back pressed to his chest, facing away. I felt his heat, his strength seep into me.

“So beautiful.” Hands came around and caressed my bare skin. My thighs, my belly, my breasts, then lower to my pussy. His fingers slid easily through my eager flesh because I was so wet. Pleasure coursed through me at his touch, my skin instantly heating.

“Yes,” I moaned as a finger slipped inside me, curling directly over my G-spot. My eyes were closed, or the dream didn’t allow me to see. Hell, who cared if this were real. It felt too good to care. Now there weren’t a bunch of gawking warriors ruining my fun.

“Listen to how eager her pussy is,” the male who held me said to the other, which meant he was listening to the wet slide of his fingers in and out of my body.

“As it should be.” The second male, the one I’d been taken from, agreed at once. I didn’t care that he watched me writhe naked on someone else’s lap. Someone else’s hand between my parted thighs.

The man at my back finger fucked me, the wet sound of my arousal one that couldn’t be missed. He spread his knees wider, which only parted my own legs even more. I realized how much smaller I was—or how big he was—when his action made me slide down his body. His cock was hard and thick pressed into my back. He did nothing about it, only continued to tend to me.

I was close to coming from just this, from his hands alone. A whimper escaped, this female knowing it wouldn’t be possible. Why was I okay with this? It made no sense. I was at war, my body and mind.

His hand lifted from me, then came down on my pussy in a sharp, wet slap.

I cried out and shook at the sting of it. My clit was on fire and almost painfully hard from the contact. My back arched, and I moaned as the bite of his pussy spanking morphed into the most delicious heat.

Holy shit, that was hot. How? I could feel it all. The sting of the sensual spanking, the way my body took it, loved it. Needed it.

“There are no thoughts, mate, nothing in your mind but my touch.” His palm cupped my tender flesh before he slid his finger back into me. I was so much wetter than before, no doubt my slick heat covered his hand.

“There is nothing in your mind but the way you feel. How beautiful you are in your pleasure, knowing we are witness to it. That we give it to you.”

Oh. That made sense. He wasn’t taking. He was giving. Or maybe I really, really didn’t want to think anymore. I’d done nothing but think and think and think in that damn prison cell. I was so tired of fighting the world. Fighting my fear. Fighting everything and everyone all the damn time.

I stopped fighting the pull of this woman’s body as a soft moan escaped her throat. She was like me, tired of thinking. She knew if she let go, she’d be safe with her mates. She knew with a level of certainty I had never experienced before—and I wanted that. Badly.

Hands on my parted thighs startled me. “Shh,” the other male said. He was between my splayed knees, touching me too. I felt his breath, then his tongue as he licked up my desire from my skin. Oh shit.

Two of them at once? Was I really going to do this? Was she? It wasn’t me. Right? This wasn’t me.

I’d never had two men touch me at the same time. I’d never considered it as something I’d like. But fuck me, I wanted them. I never wanted this to end.

The hand playing with my pussy moved away, and the air cooled my heated flesh.

Something hard slid over my folds, dipped inside me, then out before moving lower to my—

“Oh!” It was a butt plug, and he’d been coating it with my arousal. I cried out as the object was worked into my bottom. It stretched me, then slid easily into place since it had been well lubricated before I could tell them no. I’d never had anything there except in the first part of the dream. Not in real life. I shouldn’t like it, but now… now I didn’t want him to take it away. It felt so good. Oh my God, I had something in my ass, and I loved it.