Grace Goodwin - Her Rogue Mates

I turned my head so I could look to the side and Styx took advantage, lowering his mouth to my neck so I couldn’t turn away from our visitor. Yes, we were being watched. By a very big, very gorgeous male. He was huge, like Styx, wearing the same uniform. Same silver arm band. But where Styx’s hair was shorter and a deep, dark black, this man’s hair was actually silver, long and straight and shining. Not gray or blond or any color I’d ever seen before. And his face was chiseled perfection, his eyes a pale gray. He looked like a warrior god from a Dungeons and Dragons fantasy. Not real.

His grin, as his gaze drifted over my body, over Styx’s hand locking my wrists above my head, was wicked. And wide.

I twisted my wrists in protest and held myself perfectly still in Styx’s arms. Playtime was over. “Styx,” I repeated.

He didn’t lift his head, just continued to kiss and lick, and even nip along my jaw to my ear, then down my neck. “This is Blade.”

Odd introduction, but they obviously knew each other, felt comfortable enough to have a female between them.

“It’s…um, nice to meet you,” I said, although I wasn’t really sure if that was the truth. I twisted harder, and only then did Styx lift his head with a sigh.

“Don’t stop for me,” Blade said, taking a step closer. “I’ll join you.” He placed a hand on my cheek, his caress every bit as soul-melting as Styx’s had been. Gentle. Awed. And suddenly I felt very…between them.

“Um—”

“Did I mention that Blade and I enjoy sharing a woman between us?” Styx asked.

“Sharing?” I squeaked, my heart pounding so hard I was afraid it would explode. I glanced between the two, their differences like night and day. Salt and pepper. Hot and…hot. Oh. My. God.

“Twice the pleasure for you.” Blade’s quiet promise sliced through the air with the sharpness of his name. “We will claim a mate together.” He leaned down, ran his nose along the side of my cheek and sniffed, just as Styx had done. “Our bite will make you so sensitive, so wild, that the slightest touch will have you coming. Over. And over.”

His heated words made me shiver, the hot whisper sliding into my mind like a drug. I was drunk on their attention, my body determined to enjoy the ride even as my mind was arguing. Processing.

Two of them. At the same time. The idea didn’t scare me as much as it probably should have. But claim a mate together. Mate? As in forever? I knew enough about the other alien warriors, the Prillons and Atlans and the rest of these super-possessive, alpha males to know what that word meant.

“Mate?” I asked. “No. I’m not a mate. I’m no one’s mate.” Were they crazy? I just wanted a quickie. A good time. A little fun before I had to dive back into the guts and gore and killing fields. Mate had barely registered when the second part of what he’d said finally worked its way through my sex-fogged brain. “Wait. Bite? Did you say bite ?”

Blinking in confusion, I looked back at Blade, who grinned. I thought I’d seen everything during my time in space. This? I never imagined fangs.

Yes. Fangs.

Styx

Our mate looked dazed as Blade caressed her, kissed her skin, her neck, but she didn’t fight my hold. When she’d walked into the bar, the air had left my lungs as if I’d been punched, and my cock grew instantly hard. Now? I couldn’t let her go. I needed her just like this, her arms over her head, her body open and trusting. Exposed. Vulnerable.

She didn’t understand it, this immediate connection. I recognized it where I knew females from Earth did not. Especially one who had not come through the Brides Program. I only knew one Earth female. Katie. She’d been beautiful and wild, just like Harper. But she hadn’t made me wild in return. Eager, yes, but not for her. She belonged to another, an Everian Hunter who would kill to keep her.

I understood that driving need to both possess and protect now that I held Harper in my arms. Harper belonged to me and Blade. There was no question. No doubt. She was mine, and I’d kill anyone who tried to keep her from me, tried to hurt her.

As if she’d been made for me, she instinctively gave me what I needed. Trust. Passion. Her golden hair was like a beacon, her green eyes so expressive I could see into her soul. I saw everything there. Her desire, her fear. She hid nothing, and the animal part of me had already made its decision.

Mine.

There would be no arguing. No resistance. I didn’t want to resist, I wanted her. Her hot, wet pussy welcoming me as I filled her. I wanted to hear her guttural cries of pleasure as we pushed her to her limits, making her come over and over until she lost control. I wanted to hear my name on her lips, not as she’d said it now, but with longing in her voice. Affection. Tenderness. I knew I would never grow tired of her lips, or the flavor of her Earthly whiskey on her tongue. I would have to trade someone for the S-Gen programming to ensure she had the drink available.

I watched her mind whirl and spin, calculating and trying to figure out what we wanted, what we were going to do. She’d come of her own free will into the hallway with me, even if she did not fully understand her desire to be mine. I could see the doubt. She thought us insane—perhaps herself as well—making promises she assumed we had no intention of keeping.

She was wrong.

“You are mine now, Harper.” I lifted my knee to the juncture of her thighs as Blade kissed her, one hand on her breast, the other cupping her rounded ass.

Her soft moan made my cock ache as I watched Blade learn her taste. She kissed him back, all resistance gone. Her slight wrists were so slender and delicate, I held her as I might a baby bird, afraid I’d break her, and every second my mind calculated all possible outcomes.

Blade devoured her, his hunger raging at him, as mine had the moment I’d caught her scent. She shivered, melting for us, submitting to us, and I knew I’d made the right decision when Blade offered something we’d never given another—our bite. Our protection.

Forever.

She was Coalition. Her uniform. The blaster at her side. It was all standard issue for the MedRec teams, the medical technicians and clean-up crews who rushed in after battle to help the warriors who could be saved. I’d been on those killing fields many times myself, not to save lives, but to scavenge weapons. Tech. Things my legion could sell on the black market. We carefully avoided the healing angels like her. We weren’t there to fight, nor to save. We were there out of necessity.

By Coalition standards, my people were criminals. Outcasts. Zenith was a hub for both civilian and military activity, owned by the Coalition, but not a military base. This place existed in the gray area between what would have been a utopian world and reality. Cold, hard reality.

My world.

Blade lifted her gently, moving her so her clit rubbed the hard length of my thigh over and over, rolling her hips with the steady press and release of his firm grip on her ass. She gasped, tearing her mouth from his as he continued to cup and play with her breasts with his free hand, first one, then the other.

She was shaking now, her pale skin flushed pink, her lips swollen and red and ripe. I longed to watch them stretch around my cock as I fucked that sweet mouth, as I claimed every inch of her.

“Wait,” she breathed.

Blade and I both froze, looking at our mate, waiting for her to continue.