The Colony Boxed Set 1. Grace Goodwin
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me…you can’t be serious.” I looked at the bars and knew it wasn’t going to happen. The guards were not going to release me to go with these guys. No way. And I couldn’t decide if that made me happy or strangely disappointed.
“Transport.”
Transport? This was insane. Was I becoming delusional and hallucinating now that I’d been alone for so long? Was I dreaming again?
They seemed confident in their words. They didn’t look for the guards nor seem to worry that they would encounter them anytime soon.
“But, I said I wasn’t ready. I don’t want to be a bride. I… I refused the match.” Looking at these two had me wondering why I’d done so. If these were my mates, perhaps being sent off-planet wasn’t such a bad idea.
No. No! I had my name to clear, my life here on Earth. I wanted a choice, and this didn’t feel like one.
But neither was prison. That wasn’t my choice either.
“We will discuss this back at the transport center.” It was the dark one that spoke, Maxim. Only him. The other, the golden one named Ryston, remained stoic beside him. While it seemed he was not the leader, I didn’t doubt that he was a commanding figure all on his own.
“Transport center?” I was a scientist. I had two advanced degrees, and yet I was reduced to simple questions.
“Your life is in danger and we will not allow your innocent notions of justice to cost you your life. We are taking you with us for your own protection.”
I laughed then. “That’s noble of you, but you’re forgetting one thing.” I pointed to the bars that kept us separated. “I’m a prisoner here. They’re not going to let you take me.”
“You think ionized steel can keep us from you?”
“Well, yes,” I countered.
The dark one, Maxim, stepped up to the bars, took one in each hand and grinned at me as he pulled them apart like they were no more substantial than pieces of aluminum foil.
I stumbled back, bumped into the metal edge of the bed and sank down.
When the other, his second, joined his efforts, the bars were pulled apart within seconds, just like in a Superman movie.
If I had time to think about it, I’d find the action hotter than hell. But the odd sound of the steel bending wasn’t the only thing I heard. The buzzer at the end of the block indicated the entry door to the cellblock was opening. Another sound, one I hadn’t heard before, yet very obviously an alarm, blared. I winced at the loud noise, but was mesmerized by the men.
Maxim stepped through the opening they made followed by Ryston. The cell was small to begin with, but with them inside, looming over me, I felt like we were standing inside a thimble. I backed into the corner, afraid. It was one thing to have sexy fantasies about them, it was another to have them break into a jail cell to kidnap me and take me to another planet.
“Do not fear us. Never fear us,” Maxim said, reaching his hand out and grabbing my arm. His hold was gentle, yet he pulled me to stand on the mattress before him with ease.
“Contact made. Transport now,” Ryston said as the hurried sound of boots hitting concrete sped toward the cell. He spoke into some kind of unit on his wrist. The last thing I thought of, before a hum filled the space, my hair rose on my forearms again and the shouting of guards was heard over the shrill alarm, was that I’d been mated to two men from Star Trek.
Captain Ryston Rayall
This Earth female was our bride? It had been hard to move when we’d stopped at her prison cell. I’d asked Maxim how we’d know which female was ours within the cellblock. I’d quickly counted six cells when we transported in. It would have been easier to transport directly into our mate’s cell, but Warden Egara didn’t know which one held our female. So, instead of transporting into the wrong space, we’d walked along the hallway and found her by gut instinct alone.
Yet standing before us, wide eyed and clearly attracted to her mates, just as we were affected by her, she was afraid of us. Her eyes widened and her pulse raced at the base of her neck. The thin orange material she wore did nothing to disguise her sweet, feminine scent, nor the unmistakable scent of her arousal.
The bars between us, the humans who would keep her from us, the stubborn pride that our mate held onto like a shield, none of that would be allowed to keep her from us.
Apparently, Maxim felt the same for he wrapped his hands around the steel bars and pulled. I moved immediately to assist, eager to reach our female. The bars were no match for our enhanced cyborg strength. For once the Hive implants in our bodies were put to good use. Prillon warriors were known for their strength, but with Hive enhancements in every major muscle group, we were monsters, stronger even than an Atlan warrior in Beast mode.
Her trembling hands were all that prevented the deep growl from escaping my throat as we entered her cell. I could practically taste her in the air, the warm scent of her skin and her wet pussy made my cock rise to attention.
Mine. Mine. Mine. I’d never expected to have such a strong reaction to a female.
It was like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed it. I’d been tortured, my Prillon body parts replaced by Hive technology. I’d been held against my will and I could not tolerate seeing our mate a prisoner. I knew pain, knew my body, but I’d never felt like this. It was as if a part of me, a part of my body I’d never known had been missing, was found.
I was, for once, whole. It didn’t matter that I had an optical implant or cellular enhancements in all major muscle groups. I was finally at peace. No bars could separate us from what was ours. Rachel Pierce was mine. Yes, I would share her with Maxim, and glad I was to have such a strong and noble warrior to help me care for her. I was honored to be chosen as his second. But as I looked at Rachel, with her shining brown hair and creamy skin, her lovely face and full lips, her body so curved and soft and perfect for fucking, I had no interest in technicalities.
My only interest was getting her out of this fucking prison uniform and filling her with my cock. She would be pampered and fed. I would bathe her and feed her, protect her and learn all of her secrets. She was mine.
My reaction shocked me. And I was not the warrior she’d been matched to. I could not begin to imagine the depths of Maxim’s response to her. And so, I took my place as his second and let him reach for her.
If he suffered from her nearness, as I did, he most likely would be crawling out of his own skin to touch her, to make contact. Maxim reached for her even as I positioned myself between him and the corridor—and the human guards I could hear running toward our position. It was time to get the fuck out of here.
“Do not fear us. Never fear us.” Maxim’s tone was one I’d never heard before. I’d heard him bellow commands on the battlefield, argue politics at meetings on base, and scream with rage and pain when tortured. I’d heard him laugh and tease fellow soldiers.
I’d never heard him whisper with such blatant longing.
Gods. I was miserable with wanting her. Maxim? I wasn’t sure how he maintained control, how he resisted the urge to throw this small female over his shoulder and take away her choice.
Relief flooded me when Rachel didn’t resist Maxim’s hold, her first show of trust, of accepting our claim. I didn’t hesitate, contacting Warden Egara as soon as Maxim had our mate secure. “Contact made. Transport now.”
I could not blame her for her caution. I would have doubted, as Rachel did, if someone came from another planet and broke into a prison to take me away.
I kept my eye on the prison bars, guarding against any potential threat until the transport beacons in our uniforms activated and I felt the strange twisting tug of the