Captain Tyran Zakar, The Colony, Base 3
My mate. Holy hell. My mate. Not Hunt’s, as I’d first thought. Yes, I’d been disappointed, hope dying a slow death by starvation when weeks, then months passed and not one new mate arrived on the Colony. We’d gone to the testing center, went through the process, but neither of us came out with a match. That was three months ago. Until now, we’d heard nothing further about it. I knew Hunt had held onto his hope these long weeks. I’d given that up long ago.
All I remembered of the event was an amazing yet vague sex dream and that I’d left with a cock so hard I worried it was going to puncture through my armor. Fortunately, I’d been able to return to my quarters and take myself in hand, ease the discomfort I knew would only truly be lessened by sinking into my mate.
And now, I was going to have one. I wouldn’t be a second, but the matched mate, the Primary Male. I tried to suppress my grin, but it was almost impossible. I felt…gods, I felt good. Elated. Thrilled. Something pretty damn close to happy. There was a female out there in the universe that was perfect for me.
I’d assumed with my dark ways, my darker sexual needs, that there would be no one similarly inclined. What female would want to be bound and fucked? Blindfolded and helped to her knees? To cry out with pleasure because of a little bite of pain? To be dominated and not simply want, but need her mate to take control?
If Hunt had been the matched mate, I knew he would take his time and seduce our mate. I had been prepared to accept that, to give a mate what she needed and not worry about anything else. Mild, not wild. Tame, not tawdry. Sensual, not sultry.
But this female was mine. Mine. Which meant she wanted exactly what I wanted. She must need what I could give her. We would not have been matched otherwise.
My heart stuttered, thinking she’d reject me as soon as she saw my eye, saw what the Hive had done to me. But then, with Lady Rone on my arm at this very moment, her hand wrapped around my elbow and a happy smile on her face, I remembered that love was blind. She never seemed to notice or even care that her two warriors had been contaminated by the Hive. My mate must be the same because the match had been made after I was ruined by the Hive. The testing matched me, cyborg parts and all, to a female. That meant she would want me just as I was.
Right?
Right?
Next to me, Lady Rone had a noticeable skip in her step, reminding me of a happy child. I allowed her happiness to wash over me. I wouldn’t worry now. I’d enjoy the moment. They were rare. Elusive. Unfamiliar.
MATED TO THE CYBORGS by Grace Goodwin
Interstellar Brides: The Colony #2
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.
Erotica | Science Fiction Romance | Romance Science Fiction [Author Self-Published, On Sale: May 1, 2017, e-Book, ISBN: 9781544845883 / eISBN: 1230001664218]
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