Grace Goodwin - The Colony Boxed Set 1

My gaze darted to Ryston and his eyes were filled with lust and desire and so much longing I could deny him nothing. “Yes.”

“Ryston.” At Maxim’s command, Ryston stepped forward and lifted me slightly so Maxim could position his cock at the entrance of my pussy. The plug in my ass had stretched me open, but also made my pussy tight, so damn tight.

Hands on my hips, and with some kind of unspoken communication between my mates, they lifted me up and down just enough to work my wet core over Maxim’s cock, taking me deeper and deeper each time.

“I…you’re too big,” I moaned, when it was too much. I was too stretched, he was going so deep. He was just too big.

“Shh,” Maxim crooned in my ear. With a gentle hand on my back, he said, “Lean forward. Yes, like that.”

“Oh,” I gasped, the shift in position had me sinking down on him all the way. The soft hairs on his strong thighs tickled the backs of my legs. With the plug in my ass, it was so tight. How was I ever going to fuck them both at the same time? I blinked, saw Ryston standing before me, stroking his cock and watching me take his friend, his governor.

A bead of fluid seeped from the tip and my mouth watered to taste him again.

Shifting my hips a little, I breathed and tried to relax, to allow my inner walls time to adjust to Maxim.

“That’s it. Good girl. Feel better?” Ryston asked. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I just watched that perfect pussy swallow Maxim’s cock. Just knowing it’s buried deep inside you has me close to coming. And the plug, God, I’m fucking jealous of a butt plug. Soon, mate. Soon. But first, suck my cock and we’ll all come together.”

The idea pleased both warriors. I felt it through my collar, the idea that we would find pleasure in each other’s bodies. The fact that we could be like this, so open, so wild, so feral , after just meeting.

We were perfect for each other and yet I realized I was what connected us all. When I leaned forward even farther, took Ryston’s cock in my mouth as I cupped his balls in my hand, rolled them gently, I began to lift and lower on Maxim’s cock. With his hands on my hips, he helped, fucking me on himself as he wanted.

The pleasure swirled between us. A slide of a cock, a lick, a suck. A groan, a plea. It was too much for me to take. My fingers were tingling, my skin heated, my breath coming in pants. My ass full, my pussy crammed. My mouth opened so wide.

I was a dirty girl. I was wild. This was everything I’d ever wanted but never knew I needed.

When Maxim’s hand reached around and flicked my clit, hard and swollen, I came. My screams were muffled by Ryston’s cock, but my pleasure pushed him over and hot jets of cum splashed my tongue. The salty essence I swallowed, again and again, taking in his own pleasure and merging it with mine. It was too much for Maxim and he gripped my hips, pulled me down and came with a harsh groan.

The feel of his seed hot and deep inside me set me off again. Without Ryston’s cock—he’d pulled it out and stroked my cheek—I cried out both their names, one after the other. I didn’t know who to say first, for while Ryston was Maxim’s second, they were both mine.

Equally. Yet when I felt their pleasure through the collars, it was even. We were all sated. Satisfied. Very well fucked.

Ryston, three days later

“I have changed my mind. I don’t see a good reason to go. We don’t need to leave the suite,” Maxim grumbled.

It was humorous to see the warrior who led the entire base moping about going to a formal dinner, one of the first on The Colony, the first on Base 3. And the first time The Colony would host the Prime of our home world. Before Prince Nial, his second and his mate, no one from Prillon Prime had set foot on The Colony in decades. The citizens of the home planet were too afraid of the contaminated warriors banished to live out their lives here. Even with the new Prime, and the change in our laws, the old prejudices, the old stigmas and superstitions, remained.

“Prime Nial and his family will not wish to eat S-Gen-created food in the base cafeteria while we fuck our beautiful mate in another room.” I laughed, well pleased with our mate and the prospects for our future. She was eager and passionate in bed play, and surrendered so sweetly to my wild urges. Her body had become my obsession. I found myself spending hours thinking about what I could do to her, what she might allow me to do—what she might not. I wanted to push her, test her limits. I wanted to know what made her desperate for us to take her. I wanted her begging and writhing with need. I wanted her so hot for her mates that she couldn’t hold a coherent thought in her lovely head.

And I wanted to claim her forever, take her virgin ass while Maxim fucked her sweet pussy. I wanted that so badly that if I thought about it for too long, I could barely breathe.

“Gods, Ryston. Stop that, or we’ll never make it to the dining room.”

“Sorry, Maxim. I can’t stop thinking about how fucking lucky we are.” I rubbed my hand through my hair as Maxim pulled on his boots, for once awkward in my silence. I knew what I needed to say, but forcing the words past my throat was rough, like vomiting nails. I wasn’t worthy of the honor Maxim bestowed upon me in choosing me as his second. There were other warriors living on The Colony who were bigger, stronger, higher ranked. Men who had fought on the front lines longer than I. I wasn’t worthy, but I could not give her up, not now that I’d tasted paradise. “Thank you for choosing me, Maxim. I know there are others—”

Maxim scowled and stood in one smooth motion, a strange emotion I could not quite grasp hitting me through the collar. Being linked to our mate was divine, but the shocking flow of nearly violent emotions from Maxim was throwing me off my rhythm. Maxim was Maxim. Governor. Leader. Face of granite and will stronger than steel. Outwardly, he was the same man I’d followed into battle countless times, the same warrior I’d relied on to see us through the darkest times, when we were captured and tortured by the Hive. His strength had pulled the entire unit through the desolation of survival and banishment.

And through it all, Maxim had been an unreadable constant, a leader I respected and admired, and the complete opposite of my need to push the boundaries, to start fights and race, headlong, into battle.

But, thanks to our bond with Rachel, I now had a glimpse behind the mask, and the formidable swings in his emotions stunned me, their ferocity often choking me.

But the emotion coming from him now settled into contentment, a strange and wonderful feeling neither had experienced much prior to her.

“There is no other I would choose as second, Ryston. And you proved the wisdom of my choice our very first night with our mate.” Maxim walked toward me and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “You knew just how far to push her. In my caution, I would have left her unsatisfied, her needs unmet. I would have failed her. You were the right choice. She needs you.”

His words soaked into my bones like a thousand insects crawling inside me. I was not used to this type of conversation and I shifted on my feet, eager to put some distance between us.

Fuck. I needed to go shoot something.

“Male bonding.” Rachel swept into the room wearing the copper-colored gown I generated for her that first night. It was the first time in three days she’d been allowed to dress, her appetite for sex as fierce as our own. “How cute. You guys are adorable.”