Claimed by the Cyborgs

1 Danika Gray, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, FloridaWarm, strong hands held my naked body in place, the large, rough fingers wrapped around my hips from behind. Heat flooded me from the muscular chest pressed to my back. My legs were spread wide, wrapped over the male’s thighs I sat on, my p***y open and on display. My pulse raced, my flesh shivering in anticipation of…something. “Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself freely, to me and my second, or do you wish to choose another primary male?” Ummm, no? I wanted to tell this man, whoever he was, that I had no intention of accepting his claim on anything, but the body I seemed to be occupying shivered with need at the deep timbre of his voice, my—her—core throbbed, wet with welcome. “Yes. Yes, I accept your claim, warriors.” The voice wasn’t mine, but I felt what she was feeling. Achy. Empty. Desperate. Loved. Adored. Safe. That was not me. I had felt nothing similar in more years than I cared to count. “Hurry,” I—she—whispered. From behind me, a second male voice murmured into my ear, “So greedy, little mate.” From somewhere around us a chorus of male voices spoke in unison, “May the gods witness and protect you.” I had no idea what was happening, but I knew the sound of promise in the male’s voice. So did this body. A soft moan escaped from my throat as his hands moved from my hips to cup my breasts. He plucked and pulled at the sensitive n*****s as I wrapped my ankles around his calves. I sat on his lap. Content to be there. Was that a massive c**k pressing against my ass? Oh God. Yes. It was. I should have been shocked. Instead, raw lust flooded me, and I somehow knew there were two lovers. Two males. Both mine. And this woman? This body? She was beyond greedy, comfortable and secure in their arms. She wanted both of them inside her, right now. “Lift your arms above your head. Lean back. Wrap them around me and don’t let go,” that voice whispered in my ear again, the command one I was eager to follow. I did as instructed, my breasts thrust forward, my back arched. “Do not move without permission, mate.” A flicker of sass moved through the female body I occupied, but then she focused on the sound of male voices chanting all around us. I tried to open my eyes, but the thought carried no weight as my body was not obeying my commands but hers. Whoever she was. She kept her eyes closed, and I knew it was because her primary male—whatever that meant—had ordered her not to open them and she wanted to please him. Wanted the pleasure she knew cooperation would award her. Desperately. “Do you accept me as your second, mate? Do you claim me as your own?” “Yes. You are mine. Both mine. Hurry.” The first voice chuckled, much closer now, directly in front of my face. The hot brush of his laughter kissed my lips like a phantom. “Lift her n*****s for me, second.” “In a moment. First I must f**k her ass, make her mine.” Wait. Wha— The male beneath me shifted and used his strong hands to lift me by my hips. He settled me up and back against him until I felt the press of his hard c**k at my tight entrance. “Are you ready for me?” No. “Yes.” I—she—responded, even wiggling my hips to take the tip of his c**k inside. It was his turn to groan as I used the hands I had tangled in his hair to pull him closer, rolling my hips in a small circle, taking him deeper, inch by inch. His huge c**k slid in easily, some type of tingling lube already inside my ass. With a pop he slid deep, both of us groaning. This body welcomed the sensation, knew it well. Expected more. Wanted more. Needed it. My p***y fluttered and throbbed, empty. The male in front of me sucked first one n****e, then the other into his mouth as my body clamped down on the hard c**k filling me from behind. He suckled, rolled my n*****s on his tongue. He tormented me with pleasure until even the voices faded and there was nothing but them. My mates. Moving his way from breast to stomach, my primary male kissed me everywhere, his touch hot and lingering, taking his time as both my second and I waited, the anticipation growing until I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t f**k me soon. Fill my p***y with his hard c**k. Pound into me with a relentless rhythm I needed. Somehow I knew he was delaying, pushing me, making me wait. They were both in my mind, their emotions, their desire for me without limits. I was everything to my mates. Life and death and even their air. They worshipped me, cherished me. I felt love, hot and painful and unfamiliar, pour into my soul like molten lava, leaving a path of agony and bliss all in one. Tears leaked from my eyes—her eyes? I didn’t know who was crying, but my mate’s kiss gentled and he slipped a finger into my wet heat. “Are you ready for me, mate? Ready to be ours forever?” “Please.” This time when the female voice answered, I was in complete agreement. I wanted to scream, f**k me! Do it! Take me. I need to belong to someone… He worked me, f*****g me with first one finger, then two. Three. When I was riding the razor’s edge of release, he moved to kneel between my legs, still spread wide on my second mate’s open lap. He pushed his c**k in slowly, the stretch forcing a keening wail from me—her—as he finally, finally filled me with his hard length, stretched me—her—to the limit with one mate buried balls-deep in my p***y, the other in my ass. He pulled back once. Twice. Pushed deeper. Harder. Faster. My second gasped at the friction, the pressure of my primary mate’s c**k rubbing my p***y walls, the thin barrier between them. Their combined sensations, their pleasure poured into my mind. My body exploded, the orgasm ripping through me like a stick of dynamite had been lit inside my p***y, my entire body arching, reaching, needing… “Miss Gray? Miss Gray? Can you hear me?” Nooooo! The chanting faded, the heat of my mates’ touch, their scent. The emotions left as well, the fire of belonging that had burned so brightly completely gone, the aching pain of loving someone so much dissipated like fog under the brightness of day. Somehow the absence left me feeling even more alone, colder than I’d been before. Now I knew what could be, what other people had, and I wished I had remained ignorant. I was used to the cold reality of my life. But my—no, her—mates had woken up a part of me I’d killed off long ago. The needy part. The weak part. “Miss Gray? Please, nod if you can hear me.” The vision, or dream, faded completely, and I realized I was sitting in a not-so-soft chair, kind of like the one in the dentist’s office, or maybe a rock-hard leather recliner. The amount of air I felt on my legs and feet reminded me that I wore something similar to a hospital gown. The Interstellar Brides testing facility. Right. I was in Miami, Florida. Almost fifteen hundred miles from the small town in upstate New York that had once been my home. ‘Health, History and Horses.’ That was our small-town motto. Pathetic. I never wanted to go back. “Miss Gray?” Reality refused to wait. I opened my eyes, irritated that my body still felt heavy and needy, my p***y wet, my n*****s hard points beneath the gown. This sucked. “I’m here.” I tried to lift a hand to brush the hair out of my eye and was brought up short by the handcuff locking me to the processing chair. Forgot about that for a few blissful moments as well. I was a criminal, after all. “Excellent.” I turned my head and lifted my free hand to wipe the offensive hair from my face. The woman speaking was called a warden—how fitting—and she was one of the people in charge of finding alien matches for human women and sending them off the planet. Which sounded like a damn fine idea to me. I had nothing here. Not anymore. Before the dream thing, I had hoped to have freedom to live my own life. Nothing more. Those two men had changed that. Now I was full of dreams. Hope. I hated hope. Worst emotion ever invented. God’s curse on the world. The ultimate carrot in front of the proverbial donkey…me. “Did it work? Because I’ve heard those computer dating apps never work.” Truth be told, I hadn’t really thought this would do much better. “Oh yes. Your results are excellent. You have been matched to a male from Prillon Prime.” “Just one?” Was that disappointment in my voice? No. Couldn’t be. “Yes. You are matched to your primary male. He will choose your second mate, and they will claim you together.” “Oh.” My heart skipped a beat, floating in my chest like a balloon filled with helium. I told it to calm the f**k down, but it didn’t listen. I’d been matched to one, but he would bring along a friend. Just like the dream. I rubbed my thighs together, the aftershocks of my orgasm still making it nearly impossible for me to remain still. I wanted more. A lot more. I hadn’t paid all that much attention to the reading material they’d handed out at the women’s prison. I vaguely remembered reading something about the Prillon men—aliens—mates—mating in pairs and sharing their woman. Or man. Their mate, whoever that turned out to be. A threesome. My mind went straight to the vision of three totally hot men getting it on, and I nearly groaned aloud, my eager p***y pulsing in agreement with my overactive imagination. What would I do with three? Damn. Maybe I should have been matched to Viken. I read about that place, too. Three hot mates. Their c*m did something to their mate’s body to make them so horny they could barely think straight. At least, that’s the idea I’d taken from reading one of the previous bride’s personal accounts of being matched there. No. Shut up, Danika. Sheesh. I did not need three mates. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t even need one. But I wanted. Maybe I’d just been in prison too long. If it hadn’t been so damn true, I would have laughed at the thought. I was really, really tired of m**********g alone in my cell. I’d never been into women, much as I wished otherwise a couple times over the last few years. I’d tried. Couldn’t get past the first kiss. Just not for me. I wanted what I wanted. And I wanted c***s. Big chests. Deep, growling voices. Men that smelled like men. Dominant, muscled mates who would be big enough to protect me from every monster there was. I was so tired of fighting. So freaking tired of this planet and all of its bullshit. “Miss Gray, did you have a question?” The warden was blinking at me, and I realized I’d been staring into space. Her bright blue eyes reminded me of the blue chewing gum that was my current favorite. Blue Mint Blast. Good gum. Really good. So strong it cleared my sinuses in about a minute flat. “So, I get matched to one, but he gets to choose the other one? What if I don’t like the second?” “Do not worry. That is almost never an issue. Your mate will choose a male he deems worthy of you.” I didn’t feel all that worthy of anyone at the moment, but I didn’t offer her that information. This was about not going back to that hell-on-earth prison cell, nothing more. “Now what?” I asked. This warden was young; if I had to guess, I would be surprised if she was thirty. But her pale blue eyes were kind, and her ivory skin was literally flawless. She had her dark brown hair styled into a bun, so I couldn’t see much there, but she was beautiful. Add to that, she had an amazing French accent. So not fair. I wondered why she wasn’t mated. Why work at a place like this when she could leave, get a hot alien mate, and go on her own adventure? “Warden Egara? Can you come in now?” This young woman’s name was embroidered on her maroon Interstellar Brides Program uniform. Warden Bisset. When she turned, I saw another woman step into the room. She appeared to be near the same age but with sad gray eyes. “I observed Miss Gray’s processing. You did an excellent job, although for the bride’s comfort, I would suggest pulling the next candidate from the neural processors a few seconds earlier, nearer the beginning of her initial release.” Wait. What? No. However, even as I thought the protest, my body shifted on the exam chair, searching, in vain, for something to rub against. I had never been this turned on in my life. “Of course, Warden Egara. Thank you.” The more experienced warden smiled kindly and then turned to look at me. “Warden Bisset has done an excellent job. Your match is ninety-nine percent. We see that with a very small percentage of our brides.” “Ninety-nine percent? What does that mean?” “It means your mate will be absolutely perfect for you.” Warden Bisset beamed, clasping her hands together in front of her face like a cheerleader rooting on her team. Warden Egara was watching me with an intensity I recognized. She was not a woman who missed much. Her kind were dangerous on the inside, as if she’d ever been to prison. Then again, who knew? I didn’t know much of anything these days. “Okay. Ninety-nine percent sounds good. Now what?” Warden Egara turned to Warden Bisset with raised brows and an expectant look. “What now, Warden?” “Oh! Sorry! Of course.” Warden Bisset hurried to a table and lifted a tablet from the smooth surface. She carried it back to stand next to my bed as she read. “Miss Gray, are you currently in a legal marriage or mating agreement recognized by any sovereign nation of Planet Earth or any other planet in the Interstellar Coalition of Planets?” “What? No.” I looked at Warden Egara, who was nodding in approval. “These aren’t the questions I read in the brochure.” I had actually taken the time to read the legal questions and conditions required of potential brides. And this wasn’t it. “The prime has negotiated new terms for human brides based on requests from various warriors waiting for mates, particularly those on The Colony.” “What?” She shook her head at me. “Just listen and answer the questions please.” Warden Bisset continued, “Upon execution of a bridal contract, do you attest that you are not leaving behind any children who are legally under your protection?” “I don’t have any children. But what if I did?” She glanced up, her pale eyes serious. “The children would have been entered into the matching protocols. A legal document recognized by your court system would be required, stating that the bride has the right to relocate the child or children to another planet. But as you have no children, that is not an issue.” “Then why ask me again?” “Protocol,” Warden Egara answered. “The prime does not like mistakes that will affect his warriors. Therefore, we confirm your status multiple times.” “Okay. I do not have children, and I am not legally married to anyone. Anything else?” “Do you attest that you are over the age of eighteen?” “I’m twenty-three. You know that. I had to give you my birth certificate.” “Protocol, Miss Gray.” Bureaucracy. Rules. Lies. I’d been through the foster system. The court system. The prison system. And now this. I was well past the age of believing anything these women were promising me. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. One of my flaws. I had to challenge authority. “What if I was sixty?” “Again, Prime Nial negotiated several changes to the usual bride protocols. The Interstellar Coalition of Planets has advanced medical equipment, and many warriors are more interested in a lover and companion than the age or child-bearing potential of a mate. As you stated you prefer to remain child-free, that preference has been entered into the system and you have been matched to a mate with similar preference.” “This is soooo not a dating app.” Warden Egara looked seriously offended, her scowl creating deep lines between her brows. “No, Miss Gray, it is not. We are responsible for matching our brides to the most honorable of all Coalition warriors and fighters. We do not make mistakes. They have suffered enough.” Turning on her heel, she nodded to Warden Bisset. “Begin her processing. I have received confirmation that her mate is on The Colony.” She looked at me. “Good luck, Miss Gray. As always, if you do not accept your mate and wish to be matched to another, your choice will be honored and you will be matched to another Prillon male.” Yeah, right. Like I believed that. But it didn’t really matter. The money I’d received for being a bride was going to pay for my baby brother’s college degree and leave him enough left over to put a down p*****t on a house. It was the only thing I could give him now. A chance at a normal life that had been stolen from me. “You will have thirty days with your mates to make your final decision.” “And it’s totally up to me? They can’t just dump me and go after someone else?” The warden looked truly shocked that I would even propose such an idea. “Oh no. You are his matched mate, the perfect female for him. Interstellar Brides are a great honor and a gift to the warriors and fighters who served in the war with the Hive. He would never willingly give you up.” Another thing I didn’t believe, but there was no reason to argue. I was going out into space, to a new planet, regardless. “Okay, but I don’t understand. When do I go? Is there a ship coming to pick me up?” Warden Bisset clapped her hands twice, clearly excited about something. “I have been dying to get a chance to do this.” She pressed her fingers to the tablet, and the wall next to my chair opened to reveal a large blue pool surrounded by soft lighting. It looked like the inside of an expensive spa. “Just relax, Miss Gray.” My chair moved, sliding to the side, and I noticed the tracks on the floor would take me directly into the blue water, chair and all. A few seconds later I was neck-deep in the warm, blue liquid, and a sense of contentment and relief filled me at once. “That’s it, Miss Gray. Relax. The NPU will be placed now. Hold still.” A strange robotic arm moved toward me, the tip touched my head directly behind my ear. A sharp burst of pain made me startle. “What was that?” “Your neural processing unit. By the time you arrive on The Colony, the NPU will have integrated with the language centers of your brain and will help coordinate real-time language translation on every Coalition planet.” Wow. But, ow! “That’s the worst of it. Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will be on The Colony with your new mate.” “Now? Right now?” “Of course.” “I’m not ready.” “You are. Your processing will begin in 3…2…1…” The world went black.