Grace Goodwin - The Colony Boxed Set 1

I didn’t know what the abbreviations meant but I knew she’d been falsely accused and found guilty.

“That stinks. But why were you in jail? They don’t usually put people away for stuff like that, do they?” Queen Deston took a sip of her dark purple wine and looked at my mate over the rim of the glass. “Or did you volunteer for the Brides Program?”

Rachel looked down at the food on her plate, took a deep breath. “I was convicted of fraud, conspiracy, forgery, lying under oath, and facing so many civil lawsuits I’d never get out from under them.”

Prime Nial’s dark brows winged up. “How many innocents died?”

“At least four hundred.” Shame, dark and ugly wormed its way into Rachel’s heart at the confession and I longed to take her into my arms almost as much as I wanted to punch Prime Nial in the face for upsetting her.

“Four hundred dead. That is, indeed, a serious accusation.”

Queen Deston jumped to Rachel’s defense. “But she didn’t do it.” The woman lifted her glass to my mate in a gesture of solidarity and respect. “I totally believe you.”

Rachel’s cheeks turned an interesting shade of pink. “Thank you.”

“And it’s not all bad. You ended up here, the sweet cream filling between two hard Prillon Oreos.”

Rachel nearly choked on her wine. Captain Brooks coughed, loudly, and I suspected he hid his own laughter behind the gesture when Rachel’s cheeks went from pink to bright red. I didn’t know what an Oreo was, but it was blatant Earth innuendo, I was sure. Queen Deston’s laughter rang out around the room as her second, her monster of a warrior, Ander, scowled at her. “Behave yourself, mate.”

But Queen Deston simply laughed harder and lifted her hand to his cheek, placing a quick kiss on his lips that effectively silenced his protests.

I understood his dazed but resigned look well.

When Rachel touched me with such tenderness, I could deny her nothing. That did not mean I would not discover what an Oreo was once we were alone in our suite.

Maxim cleared his throat and the laughter faded. “I do not care about her past. She is my matched mate. I have chosen Captain Ryston Rayall as my second. And we are here to celebrate the arrival of a new era on The Colony.”

Prime Nial nodded. “How many of your warriors have submitted to the Brides Program testing?”

“Doctor Surnen?” Maxim turned to the Base 3 doctor and Rachel’s anxiety at being on display, at being watched by so many strangers, morphed to a quiet, simmering hatred.

So, my mate had not yet forgiven us the mistake of taking her to the examination room upon her arrival. I rubbed her leg gently, renewing my determination to fuck that anger out of her later.

The doctor cleared his throat. “Prior to Lady Rone’s arrival, less than ten percent of Base 3’s warriors had submitted to the testing. But since then, the testing rates have tripled. Every warrior on Base 3 will be processed in the next six weeks.”

Prime Nial nodded and addressed Governor Bryck of Base 2. “And your warriors, Bryck?”

The large man nodded with a grin. “I confess, I myself have not yet been tested. However,” he paused, glancing from Queen Deston to Rachel with a look close to hunger in his eyes, “I will correct that immediately once I return.”

“Excellent news.” Prime Nial congratulated us as cheers went up around the table. “The gods blessed you, Governor Rone. Ryston.”

“Indeed.” I could not help but agree as I looked at my beautiful mate.

Rachel

I met Jessica’s mischievous gaze across the table and nearly burst out laughing.

The cream filling in the middle of a Prillon Oreo?

Really?

Of course, she would know. And her mates were even bigger than mine. The Prime was scary, with his strange silver eye. But the other one just looked mean. The scar that ran down the side of his face gave me a shiver as I wondered what it would be like to be bossed around by him in bed.

Hot. That’s what. Really fucking hot. Not that I had any complaints. My mates kept me well occupied, and they hadn’t even taken me together, not yet. I’d heard that Jessica let her mates claim her on a live broadcast to billions of people, after some kind of gladiator-style battle, in the middle of a freaking arena. With thousands of real people watching, in person , cheering her on.

Sex as a spectator sport. The woman had balls of steel. Seriously.

Holy crap. Jessica was awesome, like a sister already, and the queen of an entire freaking planet. Captain Brooks was a Chicago Cubs fan, loved crime thrillers and super-hero movies, and swore he could make the best apple pie on The Colony, thanks to his favorite grandmother’s secret family recipe.

Here I was, sitting between two alien warriors, eating with a table full of aliens from at least five different worlds, and it felt like home.

God, life was weird. And unpredictable. And sometimes, totally amazing. Three days here and I already knew I couldn’t go back to the life I had before.

Some die-hard rebel I’d turned out to be. Blow my mind with a couple of aggressive lovers with huge cocks, make me scream from a few orgasms, make me feel beautiful and cherished and wanted…long story short—I was a goner. Suddenly, all the political bullshit on Earth didn’t matter quite as much.

But still. People had died. And they’d covered it up so they could pull the same crap again.

Unless I stopped them. Somehow. From halfway across the universe. I knew I was on a different planet, but it suddenly struck me that I had absolutely no idea where I was relative to anything else. Earth. The sun. Everyone and everything I’d known my entire life.

All I’d cared about for the last three days was hot, bend-me-over-and-make-me-yours sex. Being with Maxim and Ryston was so good, so consuming, that I’d completely lost myself in them, in their emotions and their physical dominance. In the pleasure I found between them. I’d always prided myself on being a smart, educated, independent woman. But they made me feel like—more. And less. And my brain was having a serious argument with my heart about the whole damn mess.

Guilt assailed me and I took another sip of the wine they’d transported in from a planet called Atlan. It was quite good, but not strong enough to wipe away my desire to make sure GloboPharma’s CEO couldn’t hurt more people back home.

I would have to find a way to contact my attorney, John, and make sure something was done. I might be on another planet, but that didn’t mean I had to let it go.

I lifted my gaze to discover Jessica’s huge second mate, a warrior named Ander, watching me closely. “Like my mate, you were innocent of your crime?”

I was rather proud of myself for not fidgeting under his scrutiny. “Yes.”

“Just as our Jessica was innocent. It seems your Earth judicial system is somewhat defective.”

Jessica leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Ander responded immediately, wrapping his arm around her and rubbing her back in a gentle gesture completely at odds with his massive size and frightening face.

“Yes, it is. I followed the letter of the law. When I learned the truth of the crimes, about all the people being hurt or dying, I shared it.”

“People don’t want the truth, Rachel. We are the truth, the truth about Earth’s new enemy, and yet they hide us here,” Captain Brooks’ voice was resigned and filled with bitterness. “I can’t go home, any more than you can.”