The Colony Special Boxed Set

Chapter 6-2

The words were rough and demanding, and something primitive and needy rose within me in response to both his tone and the fist in my hair. I’d always preferred a man who took charge in bed, but this. I’d thought it would be Maxim who would take charge. He was the f*****g Governor of Base 3. He had “take command” in his blood. But he was the stoic one, reserved. Ryston would dominate, but I wasn’t going to forget Maxim could be just as demanding if he wanted.

Shit. The more Ryston growled, the wetter I got.

I twisted my hand around Ryston’s c**k, a little too hard, and he shoved forward into my rough touch as I pulled my head back and took Maxim deep over and over as fast as I could go, stroking the sensitive underside of his c**k with my tongue.

They tasted different, hot and musky. They felt different in my mouth, the crown of Maxim’s head was broader, yet Ryston’s length was much thicker.

“Wrap me up, mate.” I squeezed and stroked. “Yes! Suck harder. Take him deeper.” Ryston’s dirty talk spurred me on until my breasts were bouncing with the back-and-forth motion of my body as I f****d Maxim with my mouth. He was a mountain of stone, a rock in the storm that was taking me and Ryston into a dangerous frenzy.

“Enough.” Maxim spoke. One word and I pulled back, freeing him with a loud slurp. I waited there, on my knees before him, unable to deny him, my body no longer my own, but his. My breath was ragged, my lips swollen, my n*****s rock hard.

Maxim reached down and pulled me to my feet to claim my mouth in a kiss as tender and controlled as Ryston’s had been wild. With my breasts crushed to his chest, Maxim lifted me off my feet and held me in the air as he took his sweet time exploring my mouth with a thoroughness that left me breathless.

Just because he was quiet didn’t mean he wasn’t thorough. Demanding.

As Maxim kissed me, Ryston moved up behind me, his hands running over my back and legs, cupping and squeezing my a*s as his lips trailed over my back and shoulders. “I want to eat her p***y,” he growled.

Maxim broke the kiss and shook his head. “No. You kissed her first. Her p***y is mine.”

“Hard-ass.”

Maxim nibbled on my lips as Ryston spoke from behind me. “Lift her legs around your hips so I can fill her a*s with a plug. Then we can f**k her.”

So damn crude, but my body listened with a mind of its own as Ryston’s hand drifted low to cup my p***y from behind.

“Oh yes, Maxim. She likes that idea. Her p***y is so wet we could take her now.”

Maxim backed up and sat down on the bed. Reclining, he leaned back and pulled me forward on top of him, my knees settling on either side of his hips so I straddled him. His arm settled like a steel band over my back, positioning me so my a*s was up for Ryston.

He lifted one hand to the base of my neck and wrapped my long hair around his fingers until it was tight, the sting making my body jerk in response to his control. I met his dark gaze. Yes, he was not one to be underestimated. He was just as dominant in bed as his second.

“Do it, Ryston.”

I didn’t have time to protest as Maxim pulled my mouth down to his and claimed me with a searing kiss. His rock-hard c**k was trapped between us as I felt Ryston’s hand explore my bottom gently, then slip something very small inside my back entrance. I wiggled as something warm and wet filled me, as if he was squeezing lube into me for preparation. Maxim’s mouth and Ryston’s soothing words settled me and I surrendered to them both, to whatever they wanted or needed from me in the moment.

I needed to be enough for them. I needed to make them feel happy. Complete. Satisfied.

“Hold still, mate.” Ryston took away the bottle of lube, then his finger slid over and around my tight hole, spreading the warm liquid that felt like oil. “This a*s is mine.”

The nerves there flared to life, making my body heat and perspiration coat my skin. It was dark and intense, so different, and I loved it. I sensed they wanted it too, and it allowed me to let go of any last inhibitions. I’d been bold to start and I would be bold still.

Maxim plunged his tongue deep in my mouth as Ryston slid a finger into both my a*s and my p***y at the same time. A third finger moved forward over my c**t and I tried to break away from Maxim’s kiss, a keen cry of need escaped my throat. Ryston, while gentle, demanded everything from me. They didn’t coax, they pushed right into bliss.

Maxim held me down and drank each of my cries of pleasure as if he owned them.

Ryston finger f****d me, carefully yet diligently, as Maxim held me down. In. Out. His fingers were long and thick and became a little rough as he felt the tension coil in my body.

“Our little mate is going to come all over my fingers.”

I tried to move, to shift my body forward and back, to make Ryston’s fingers plunge in and out of me at the pace I wanted. Needed.

But no. He set the pace.

An o****m rose, so hot and tight and—

Ryston pulled away, leaving me empty and desperate to be filled.

I cried out, whimpered with need.

Once more, I tried to lift my head, but Maxim held me down, locked to him, his mouth on mine, his tongue inside me and damn if that didn’t make me hotter. Wetter.

Fuck.

“Our mate likes that, doesn’t she?” Ryston’s satisfied chuckle was followed by the sharp sting of his palm on my bare bottom.

I jerked as fire spread through my bottom, the heat going straight to my c**t. I moaned and sucked on Maxim’s tongue, pulling him into me the way I wanted his c**k.

Smack!

Smack!Smack!

Smack!Smack!

Smack!Fire. Heat. My p***y quivering and pulsing with need.

I whimpered and Maxim tore his firm lips from mine. “Enough.”

Ryston chuckled, but his fingers settled on my a*s and I felt the blunt, hard head of the anal plug from the box press forward gently. “So f*****g bossy, isn’t he?”

Head buried in Maxim’s neck, I couldn’t help the panting breaths that left me as Ryston worked the plug into my body. It wasn’t big, not as big as his c**k would be, but I felt full and stretched and so very, very naughty.

God, it felt good to be a bad girl. If I’d known it would be like this, I would have tried a bit of ménage back on Earth.

The plug slid deep inside with a pop and I bit down on Maxim’s shoulder with a groan. So good. But not enough. Even filled as I was, I felt empty. Desperate. Needy.

Tears welled in my eyes when I couldn’t contain the emotions, the desperation, the need.

Maxim lifted me and pivoted so that his head was near the edge of the bed. There was just enough room for my knees to rest as he settled my p***y over his mouth.

His tongue laved my c**t for a few seconds and I dropped my head back on my shoulders as Ryston moved to stand in front of me, his c**k right where I needed it to be to take him in my mouth.

Eager to push them both, I tilted my hips and ground my c**t down on Maxim as I took Ryston’s huge c**k in both hands and twisted gently, taking the head into my mouth and sucking hard, as hard as I wanted Maxim to work his magic on me.

He tasted so good, dark and slightly musky, yet potent. The feel of him, thick and almost pulsing, had me sucking in my cheeks, trying to pull the seed from him. A salty burst of pre-c*m coated my tongue and I moaned at the flavor.

Maxim’s arms came up and pulled my p***y lips apart, holding me open as his tongue stabbed deep, mimicking what I hoped his c**k would do soon, only so much deeper. His enjoyment of the task came through the collars in a fury of pleasure and I wiggled on his face, not caring if he could breathe. I needed him. I needed him so deep and so hard I’d never get him out.

With a moan of his own, Maxim lifted me off his mouth. Forced to let go of Ryston’s c**k, Ryston pulled me up into his arms for a kiss. Maxim moved to sit on the edge of the bed. When Ryston settled me back down, it was to place me in Maxim’s lap as if I were being settled into a chair.

Maxim’s arms came around me to cup my breasts and his deep, gravelly voice made me squirm. “I’m going to f**k you now and fill you with my seed. And you’re going to suck Ryston’s c**k, swallowing every drop of his.”

My gaze darted to Ryston and his eyes were filled with l**t 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 c**k at the entrance of my p***y. The plug in my a*s had stretched me open, but also made my p***y 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 c**k, 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.

too “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 a*s, it was so tight. How was I ever going to f**k them both at the same time? I blinked, saw Ryston standing before me, stroking his c**k 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 p***y swallow Maxim’s c**k. Just knowing it’s buried deep inside you has me close to coming. And the plug, God, I’m f*****g jealous of a butt plug. Soon, mate. Soon. But first, suck my c**k 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.

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

The pleasure swirled between us. A slide of a c**k, 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 a*s full, my p***y 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 c**t, hard and swollen, I came. My screams were muffled by Ryston’s c**k, but my pleasure pushed him over and hot jets of c*m 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 c**k—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 f****d.