The Colony Special Boxed Set

Chapter 5-3

sense And Ryston’s emotions as well. He was as much a warrior as I, therefore she had to handle both of us. How she wasn’t curled up in a ball on the floor with all the intensity hammering at her, I didn’t know.

She was not weak-willed. No, she was strong. Brave. Defiant. Beautiful.

I’d known the second I saw her behind those f*****g prison bars that she was mine. I’d traveled ten light years for her and a row of weak metal bars was not going to keep me from her. While she had mere human strength, Ryston and I weren’t just Prillon warriors, but altered ones. We had the power of a Prillon plus the technology of the Hive. The bars were like twigs beneath our muscles.

But Rachel? She didn’t break under our intense scrutiny, the condemnation of her justice system, even the f*****g Prillon doctor. She had a spine of Hive steel to match her gorgeous dark hair and pale skin. The top of her head just reached my shoulder, yet she had lush, full-figured curves that were perfect for mine and Ryston’s large hands. I’d met Prince Nial’s Earth mate, Jessica, before and knew of their physical characteristics. I was not surprised at her coloring and how it differed so drastically from mine. I was surprised, however, by my attraction.

Instant. Intense. So f*****g powerful.

I thought I would find her attractive. Appealing. Fuckable. But I was not prepared to feel this…desperation.

I wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to taste her, to f**k her, but I wanted her to want that from me. From Ryston. From both of us together.

Before we did anything with her—to her—I needed to ensure her concerns were met. Her objection to the doctor’s exam was absolute. I heard it from her lips. Felt it through the collar. Considered it not only from a governor’s ear, but from a mate’s heart.

She would not be subjected to the doctor’s exam. Rachel had been correct. Her fertility was not relevant. Subjecting her to a test I sensed was humiliating for her was not acceptable. As I told the doctor, Ryston and I would be the only ones to put things in her p***y. Our c***s, our fingers, our toys.

Her breathing sped and her gaze darted to mine then away once more and I realized she could feel my need. My l**t. Yes, the collars worked quite well.

But I was not an animal. I’d never felt desire this strong, but my mate’s needs came before my own. I would wait as long as it took for her to be ready. The last thing in the universe I wanted was to push her too hard and scare her away.

Until she officially accepted me as her matched mate and allowed Ryston and me to take her in the claiming ceremony, she could walk away from us. She could choose another.

The thought was like an axe buried between my shoulder blades and I realized I wouldn’t survive losing her. I could have lived without hope for the rest of my life. But to have her here, my matched mate, the one female in the universe that was mine, and lose her? To make her unhappy? Push her into the arms of another warrior and his second?

I’d rather die.

My c**k would just have to stand down until she was ready to play. For now, we would talk to her and ease her concerns. I was determined to earn her trust and affection. I hoped, beyond reason, that she could one day learn to look past our Hive contamination and come to care for us.

And where was Ryston with her damn clothes? Every step she took, the blanket dragged on the floor, playing the children’s game of peek-a-boo with the bare skin of her back and shoulder.

If she would just drop her arms to her sides, the fabric would fall, and she would be gloriously n***d before me.

I remained near the door, afraid to test my resolve not to touch her by following her into the living area. Ryston would come, give her a gown to cover herself, and we would send her into the bedroom to dress.

Soft and warm and so very n***d beneath that blanket, she was too dangerous a temptation.

Rachel wandered the room, touching everything. She lifted the pillows from the sofa and sniffed them. How odd.

“I hope the suite is acceptable, mate. It’s your home now. Anything you want to do to change things, all you need to do is ask.”

Her smile was a curious mix of nervousness and resignation, as were the emotions bombarding me through the collar.

“It’s fine. For now.” She tossed the pillow back among the others on the sofa and took in the entire room in a glance. “It doesn’t smell like anything.”

I took a step forward, studying her closely. “I don’t understand. Is that not acceptable?”

“No. It’s not that.” She walked toward me slowly, covering the distance between us as I forgot to breathe. She was so small and yet she had me by the f*****g balls. Aching, blue ones. “A home should smell like something, you know? Like cookies baking. Or fabric softener from the dryer. Maybe chicken noodle soup on the stove or a scented candle burning in the kitchen.” She stopped when she was within an arm’s length of me and looked up, way up, into my eyes. “But it doesn’t smell like anything. It’s like a model home the contractors build to try to sell you a house. It’s pretty, but no one actually lives there.”

lives There was no anger behind her words, and I was not sure what she wanted or needed me to say. “I have no idea what you are talking about, mate. But if you want our home to smell like something in particular, I will instruct the base programmers to enter whatever you need into the S-Gen database for replication.”

Her smile was more than worth my confusion. “I have no idea what you just said.”

“That makes us even. I have not slept in this space yet. These are quarters for those with mates. It is as new for you as it is for me.”

I expected her to step away, but she did not move, simply stood before me, studying my face as if I were a great puzzle she was trying to solve. “Mates. So, are you really mine?”

The bold question shocked me, but the vulnerability I felt behind the words knocked the air from my lungs. She’d come so far, and while I worried she might reject us, I was home. This planet was new for her. Her worry at being rejected was a true concern, at least until she believed my words. “Yes.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, a lip I ached to kiss, but I held completely still as I felt her emotions settle, as if she’d reached some sort of decision. “Then what now?”

I held out my hand and nearly leapt with joy when she didn’t hesitate to place her much smaller one in my own. Tugging gently, I drew her forward until she stood pressed to my body. I wrapped my arms around her and she turned, placing her cheek to my chest.

“Now, we will get to know each other. I know you are wary, Rachel. But you are mine and I want no other. Ryston and I will take care of you. We will protect you, cherish you, and ensure your pleasure. When you grow heavy with child, we will treasure you both beyond anything you can imagine. You are hope and life and home for us, mate. You can’t understand what you mean to us. And we will wait. We will wait to claim you until you are ready.”

Her arms snaked around my waist as a shudder passed through her body. “What if I don’t want to wait? What if I want you to f**k me now?”

Desire unfurled within me and for the first time I realized I was not feeling my own body’s need, but hers. The longing to belong, to surrender, to feel wanted, rose within my mate like a storm.

The door slid open behind me and Ryston entered the room.

Where I was always controlled, deliberate in my choices, Ryston was wild and completely fearless.

I turned to meet his gaze as he set aside a soft, flowing gown of deepest copper—the color of the Rone family—and the ATB he’d taken from the doctor. Inside that box were the anal toys we would need to make sure our mate was ready for the claiming ceremony, and I could not wait to begin their use. As to the gown, I approved of his choice. If her collar must remain black until her official claiming, we both wanted everyone on the planet to know exactly who she belonged to.

Us.

Ryston shoved the items aside as if they were of no consequence and closed the distance between us. I had to hope he felt her desire and need through his collar. His gaze darted from our mate to me. “By the gods, Maxim. You two are f*****g killing me.”

Yes, he felt it, too.

Rachel gasped as Ryston’s almost frenzied need to f**k hit us both like a blast from an ion cannon.

Without asking, he placed his hands on Rachel’s shoulders and spun her to face him.

Her back to me, he pressed her forward until she was trapped between our hard bodies. I would have protested, but Rachel’s reaction stopped me. Raw, achy desire filled her as Ryston lowered his head to claim a kiss.

To claim her. For the need was like a fire in his blood. Unapologetic. Dominant. Demanding.

her.Our mate melted into me and I raised my hands to cup her breasts as Ryston pushed her back with the force of his kiss, her head nestled against my chest.

He slid his hands to our mate’s hips. Grateful for her quiet moan of encouragement, I gave up the thought of going slow, learning her curves first over the blanket. f**k that. I slid my hands beneath the bothersome layer to explore bare flesh, to cup the heavy softness of her breasts and roll her n*****s between my fingers. Yes. Gods, she felt like heaven in my palms.

She gasped and turned her head away, but Ryston shook his head and wrapped his hand gently around her throat, forcing her to meet his gaze. Forcing her head back once again. She was truly pinned between us.

The rush of desire at his movement hit us both like fists squeezing my hard c**k. She wasn’t shying away from his power. She wasn’t afraid. Nor shy. She liked his dominance. Loved it. Based on her emotions, she needed it.

Loved “Do you want us to stop?” Ryston asked, even though he knew she’d say no.

She didn’t respond right away and I would swear my heart stopped beating as I waited for her answer. I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to bury my c**k in her wet heat and pump her full of my seed. I wanted my child growing in her belly. As her Prime male, it was my right to take her first, to plant my seed in her womb. To make her mine. After she became pregnant with our first child, Ryston would have his turn. But until then, Rachel’s hot, wet p***y was all mine.

Rachel kept her eyes fixed on Ryston—not that he gave her a choice to look anywhere else—and lifted her arms up high, wrapping her hands around my neck. She buried her fingers in my hair and arched her back, shoving her breasts into my hands, demanding more attention.

“No. I don’t want to stop.”