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Professional surfer Mikki Tanaka didn't want to leave her beloved Hawaii, the ocean waves, or the vibrant sea life she's worked so hard to protect. But her protests and aggressive tactics didn't mesh with the law and she's found herself behind bars. Her choice? Ten years in jail or life as an Interstellar Bride. Never one to shy away from adventure, she decides to take her chances in the starswith not one, but two sexy-as-hell alpha warriors on The Colony.Surnen, a Prillon Warrior and trusted doctor, has been waiting for a bride for years. Banished to The Colony, hes given up all hope, until a black-haired Earth beauty instantly steals his heart and his breath. But the highly disciplined doctor likes protocols and control, in bed and out of it. His second and an equally ruthless warrior, Captain Trax, agrees. Unfortunately, their new mate has a wild streak, a thirst for danger, and an appetite for violence that both shocks and thrills them. When her penchant for stirring up trouble brings danger to The Colony, theyll stop at nothing to save her.Nothing at all.
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Umiko “Mikki” Tanaka, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth
Warriors surrounded me, not just the two touching me, but more stood, watching, from the edges of the room. They were chanting something, the deep rumble of combined voices making me feel… safe. It seemed weird, but somehow those warriors were sworn to protect me now. With their lives, if necessary. They were hard-ass alien fighters who battled the Hive. Their protection was no joke. There were nine of them surrounding us, and my mate had chosen them himself, had them swear an oath to protect me no matter what happened to one of my mates.
How I knew this fact, I couldn’t say, but the body I was living in for this dream—or whatever it was—didn’t care. In fact, she was totally excited by the prospect of having her mates claim her in front of all these witnesses…
Wait? What the hell?
Claim her? With witnesses?
Like, stick their cocks in my—no, in her body and—
“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary male?”
Primary male? What the hell was going on? And why, oh why, was I so damn hot? One man—no, not a man but an alien, for this was part of the whole testing thing I was going through, I was sure of it now—one alien had his mouth on my nipple, suckling. The other had his hands on my hips, moving lower, positioning his rock-hard cock at the entrance to my pussy as he spoke.
This body—my body, at the moment—was so out-of-control insane for the alien that I—she—squirmed, trying to force him to take her. I arched my back, giving more of my breast to the other alien who knelt beside us. I was surrounded by my mates, their lust for me blasting through my mind in some kind of weird, psychic dream sharing.
I knew what they wanted somehow. I could feel them inside my mind. And their lust, their pure, unfiltered need for me, was making me—no, her—making her lose her damn mind. She was way out of control, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop her from begging.
“Do it. Take me. God, please,” I begged. No, she begged. Not me.
The second male released my breast, and I pouted until he moved behind me, his cock sliding along the soft seam of my ass, positioning himself to ensure I would take both of them inside my body at the same time. I wanted that. Badly. Desperately. I was so out of my mind I couldn’t think enough to form words. They were mine, these warriors. Mine. I wanted everyone to know it. I wanted everyone to watch me claim them.
“Mate, you must accept us before we can claim you. Do you accept my claim?”
He wanted me to talk? Again? Was he insane? The body I was in came alive at the command in his voice, my pussy practically pulsing with the need to be filled.
The chanting grew louder, and I wondered just how intently the extra warriors were watching this exhibition in sexual insanity? Me? I wasn’t into public displays, but apparently, at the moment, what I wanted didn’t matter because the woman whose body I was inhabiting like a ghost spoke up anyway.
“I accept your claim, Warriors.”
“Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine, and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”
Kill?
Wasn’t that a bit extreme?
“May the gods witness and protect you.” The other warriors, the watchers, spoke as one, like in response to some kind of church sermon, as the warrior in front of me thrust deep, impaling me on his cock. I gasped.
Behind me, the second pushed forward, and my body went on tilt as an orgasm threatened to rocket through me. I was going to scream when it happened. I could feel it building in this body’s—my—throat.
No.
Just no.
No. No. No.
It wasn’t that the two aliens taking me weren’t hot as hell. I wanted that orgasm almost as much as I wanted to breathe, but not like this.
I didn’t do peep shows, and I didn’t get down and dirty in front of other people.
Just no.
I gasped as the second cock filled me. There. The orgasm started, and I teetered on the edge, fighting it, holding it back. I would not scream in release in front of—
The scene faded, and I sighed in relief. Thank God. I couldn’t do that. I just… no. No.
“Better, mate?” A deep voice soothed my frazzled nerves, and I sighed in relief. I knelt on the floor now, in this new dream. My cheek rested on a muscular thigh. I smiled and rubbed my face against him like a cat. God, this was so much better. I was still hot, my body craving his touch, but there was no group of chanting creeps watching two aliens have sex with me. No, claim me. We were alone.
Home.
How I knew that, I had no idea. I accepted the truth of the knowledge as his hand stroked over my hair as if he were petting me. The gesture was soothing, putting my mind at ease. He wasn’t ignoring me. The opposite. I felt as if all his attention were solely on me.
When I was ready, when I had calmed from the last bit of insanity, the body I was in knew that they were mine.
They. The aliens. I was still in that weird testing thing. I could feel the strange buzzing in my mind, almost like background white noise trying to break through and enter the dream. Like an annoying alarm clock intruding on my sleep, wrecking the peaceful vibe I had from this big alien caressing me.
This was nice, I had to admit. This was the best I had felt in months. Jail didn’t agree with me. Not that it agreed with anyone, but I was not meant to be cooped up in a cage. I needed wind on my face and sun on my back.
But this wasn’t me. This was her. Some other female. The big alien petting me belonged to her, not me.
I didn’t care enough to fight it this time. I let her take me over, allowed her thoughts to become mine.
My work fulfilled me, but it was a heavy load to carry. My thoughts were like tabs on a browser, twenty open at once. I carried stress with me like a bag. I needed time to settle my mind, to transition into an evening at home.
With them.
Them?
I looked around but could see nothing. I felt him, felt the soft cushion beneath my cheek shift so I would be more comfortable.
Not a cushion, a man. An alien.
My alien.
No, her alien. She—I—had two of them again.
How could it be? This was a dream. Somehow. I was warm even though I was… holy shit, I was still naked.
I should be appalled. I was mad at myself for being like this. I never sat on the floor, subservient to anyone. To make it worse, I was doing it naked.
“Better?” the alien asked. His voice was low and deep, like fudge poured over an ice cream sundae, and I wanted to melt.
I nodded against the first one’s leg. This wasn’t me. No way. It was a dream. The testing. It had to be a dream, some weird way to assess me for a mate. I wouldn’t do this. But I was. I was this woman. Content. It made no sense.
“Yes.”
Why was I better? I paused and thought, felt. I’d returned from whatever job I had, my head filled with the tasks I’d accomplished or that were incomplete. I was familiar with this. My job never ended. Constant pressure, constant deadlines. But I was her and I understood. We were the same.
No! I was Mikki. Not this woman.
But I was.
I’d been met with kisses and caresses and had been stripped bare.
I’d let him.
No, it wasn’t him that had done that. A different him.
A second him had taken off every bit of my clothing and led me to sit at the other male’s feet.
“Our mate needs a quiet moment to let go of her day,” he’d said. He’d pulled me down to nestle on his lap on the floor next to my other mate. So close to both of them, I’d settled my cheek on the second mate’s thigh in contented relief. After that, they’d surrounded me. Holding me. Calming me. Petting me.
“Yes, I can see how she is now ready for us.” The second male voice. The one whose hands had brushed over me as he’d bared me, as he’d positioned himself to be my body pillow. I shivered with anticipation, knowing they were both so close to me. Anticipation?
What had the guy said? Our mate? I had two mates?
“Up, mate. Time to sit on my lap.” I was easily lifted onto the male’s thighs and instead of sitting sideways and tucked into him, I was turned so I straddled him with my back pressed to his chest, facing away. I felt his heat, his strength seep into me.
“So beautiful.” Hands came around and caressed my bare skin. My thighs, my belly, my breasts, then lower to my pussy. His fingers slid easily through my eager flesh because I was so wet. Pleasure coursed through me at his touch, my skin instantly heating.
“Yes,” I moaned as a finger slipped inside me, curling directly over my G-spot. My eyes were closed, or the dream didn’t allow me to see. Hell, who cared if this were real. It felt too good to care. Now there weren’t a bunch of gawking warriors ruining my fun.
“Listen to how eager her pussy is,” the male who held me said to the other, which meant he was listening to the wet slide of his fingers in and out of my body.
“As it should be.” The second male, the one I’d been taken from, agreed at once. I didn’t care that he watched me writhe naked on someone else’s lap. Someone else’s hand between my parted thighs.
The man at my back finger fucked me, the wet sound of my arousal one that couldn’t be missed. He spread his knees wider, which only parted my own legs even more. I realized how much smaller I was—or how big he was—when his action made me slide down his body. His cock was hard and thick pressed into my back. He did nothing about it, only continued to tend to me.
I was close to coming from just this, from his hands alone. A whimper escaped, this female knowing it wouldn’t be possible. Why was I okay with this? It made no sense. I was at war, my body and mind.
His hand lifted from me, then came down on my pussy in a sharp, wet slap.
I cried out and shook at the sting of it. My clit was on fire and almost painfully hard from the contact. My back arched, and I moaned as the bite of his pussy spanking morphed into the most delicious heat.
Holy shit, that was hot. How? I could feel it all. The sting of the sensual spanking, the way my body took it, loved it. Needed it.
“There are no thoughts, mate, nothing in your mind but my touch.” His palm cupped my tender flesh before he slid his finger back into me. I was so much wetter than before, no doubt my slick heat covered his hand.
“There is nothing in your mind but the way you feel. How beautiful you are in your pleasure, knowing we are witness to it. That we give it to you.”
Oh. That made sense. He wasn’t taking. He was giving. Or maybe I really, really didn’t want to think anymore. I’d done nothing but think and think and think in that damn prison cell. I was so tired of fighting the world. Fighting my fear. Fighting everything and everyone all the damn time.
I stopped fighting the pull of this woman’s body as a soft moan escaped her throat. She was like me, tired of thinking. She knew if she let go, she’d be safe with her mates. She knew with a level of certainty I had never experienced before—and I wanted that. Badly.
Hands on my parted thighs startled me. “Shh,” the other male said. He was between my splayed knees, touching me too. I felt his breath, then his tongue as he licked up my desire from my skin. Oh shit.
Two of them at once? Was I really going to do this? Was she? It wasn’t me. Right? This wasn’t me.
I’d never had two men touch me at the same time. I’d never considered it as something I’d like. But fuck me, I wanted them. I never wanted this to end.
The hand playing with my pussy moved away, and the air cooled my heated flesh.
Something hard slid over my folds, dipped inside me, then out before moving lower to my—
“Oh!” It was a butt plug, and he’d been coating it with my arousal. I cried out as the object was worked into my bottom. It stretched me, then slid easily into place since it had been well lubricated before I could tell them no. I’d never had anything there except in the first part of the dream. Not in real life. I shouldn’t like it, but now… now I didn’t want him to take it away. It felt so good. Oh my God, I had something in my ass, and I loved it.
She loved it. This body was on fire and eager for what came next.
“Good mate,” the one between my thighs said. “You are opening so beautifully, and we love how responsive you are. Soon we will fuck you together. You want two cocks, don’t you, mate?”
“Yes,” I moaned as a tongue flicked my clit. My hips rolled into the touch automatically, wanting more.
I wasn’t denied. I couldn’t describe what he was doing. His mouth, tongue and fingers were all on me, in me, pushing me to orgasm with ruthless skill. Tongue swirls and licks, mouth sucks and kisses, finger fucks and strokes. All of that happened while my back entrance was stretched and filled.
I was panting. Moaning. A hot, sweaty, glorious mess.
“I’m going to come,” I shouted. “Oh my God, it’s going to be so good.”
The mouth immediately moved away, and I reached out to grab his head and put him back.
“No, mate.” My nipples were pinched at the same time. Not harshly, but with enough pressure to redirect my focus but keep me hot.
I was lifted up and moved away from the heat at my back, but still seated on the first male’s spread thighs. I could feel him opening his pants behind my back, then I was raised once again, pulled closer to his hard body. I felt the thick prod of a cock at the entrance of my pussy as the male in front of me fondled my clit and used his fingers to spread the lips of my pussy open for that cock.
Oh, did I want to have that in me. I knew it was going to be big, bigger than anything I’d ever experienced before. And with the plug…
“Oh my God,” I moaned as he slowly lowered me. My feet didn’t touch the floor, and I was completely at his mercy. He didn’t fit, only opening me up about an inch. I wriggled and shifted, and I took a little more.
His hands gripped my waist and began to lift and lower me, slowly so that I had time to adjust to something so big.
When I was finally sitting upon his thighs once again, I was so full I could barely catch my breath.
“Lean forward,” the voice behind me said.
Blindly I set my hands on his knees, palms gripping the rough fabric. He must have opened his pants just enough to get his cock out. And into me. In this position, he settled a little deeper and I moaned.
“Open,” the second said, cupping my cheek with his palm, his thumb brushing over my lips, indicating exactly what he wanted. His touch was gentle, caressing my skin in a soothing way that contradicted the demanding tone of his voice.
I did as instructed, opening my mouth, and he guided me forward. Why was I letting him? This was insane. Having sex with a guy was one thing, but being ordered to suck the cock of another at the same time? Why did it make me so hot? Why did I want to please him? Since when did I make it a point to please a man?
I felt good though. Besides, with that cock deep inside me, I wanted to do as he demanded. I wanted to make him lose his mind. I needed them both to feel as good as I did—and I knew, through that strange psychic connection, that he needed me desperately, that he was aching and in pain. He had held himself back to see to my pleasure first.
Behind that desperation and physical lust? Longing. Adoration. Protection. Obsession. Love. I’d never felt anything like this before. My body rode the edge, greedy. On fire. My heart was exploding, the feelings so strong I cried out as I moved forward to claim what was mine, to seal our connection. We three.
I felt the heavy heat of him against my lips, and I licked the tip. The taste of his pre-cum burst on my tongue. Oh yes, he was aroused by me. That drop of essence was all mine, and he was giving it to me. I circled his hardness like an ice cream cone, then took it into my mouth. He was so big I couldn’t take all of him, but I tried to. I wanted to. My hips began to shift, ready to fuck the cock in my pussy.
I had two cocks in me. Mouth and pussy. This was like a porno, but I was no adult film star. I had two males who desired me and wanted me. I wasn’t being used. No, it oddly felt special, decadent. I was the center of these two males’ worlds, and they were the heart and soul of mine. They were pleasuring me as I was doing the same to them.
I only thought of them. Their needs. I felt them somehow. I knew exactly how much I meant to them. I sensed their pleasure and their lust. I could feel how beautiful I was to both of them. I felt worshipped. Adored. Needed. Protected.
No wonder they’d had me wait quietly, to clear my mind. They deserved my attention, and this connection between us, that I somehow knew was tied to the mysterious collar around my—her—neck, was important enough to be in this moment with them.
They spoke to me, deep murmurs of praise and dirty talk. I felt equally cherished and naughty as they slid their cocks in and out of my body, yet the encounter was so hot. I knew what was to come. I’d seen that in this dream. The claiming.
Either this wasn’t normal sex or I’d been doing it wrong. How could it be this incredible, this wild, this dirty and yet feel so good? I was going to come, but I couldn’t say it with my mouth full.
From one heartbeat to the next, I just let go, gave over to the pleasure, to the heat, the blinding light, to the bliss as I clamped down my inner muscles on the cock in my pussy and hollowed out my cheeks in sweet suction, eliciting spurts of hot cum into me. Filling me, body and soul.
“Holy shit,” I said as I writhed on the hard chair, tugged at my wrists. The orgasm still swept through me, but I knew I was no longer in the dream. It was over. I was in the testing chair alone.
No, not alone, for I blinked my eyes open at the warden who was monitoring my testing. She sat at the utilitarian table, her tablet before her.
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. I could feel the thick cum as it had jetted onto my tongue, tasted it still. But it hadn’t been real.
None of it was real, which suddenly had me on the verge of tears for no logical reason. I’d known the whole time that it was part of the Interstellar Brides testing protocol. I’d known. Yet still, this stupid alien technology had gotten into my head, made me want things. Made me feel loved. Special. Adored. Like I belonged.
After the last few months of trials and lawyers and a judge glaring at me from behind the bench, not to mention the bitches I’d had to put up with in jail—well, feeling good now was almost cruel. I’d grown jaded, and that testing had taken it all away from me—literally stripped me of all my mental defenses—in a matter of minutes.
Damn it.
“That was insane. What kind of testing was that?” I asked, my voice harsh. Had they done that to humiliate me? Was it some special torture they devised for felons to force them to feel even worse than they had while sitting in a cold prison cell?
“Bride testing,” Warden Bisset replied. Her name tag read Yvonne Bisset. She was a petite woman who didn’t look much older than me, definitely not yet thirty. She was beautiful in a very European way. She had pale blue eyes and dark blonde hair that seemed to curl perfectly all on its own. Her accent was barely there, her English perfect, but I could hear the French influence.
The other woman, the one in charge, was Warden Egara. I looked to her now because of the two, she seemed to know her stuff. They were about the same age, if I had to guess, but Warden Egara had a real no-nonsense vibe about her, which I appreciated. I’d heard enough lies in the courtroom—from both the prosecutor’s attorneys and mine—to last a lifetime. I was getting a strong truth vibe from her. Warden Egara.
She was everything Yvonne Bisset was not. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Severe expression. Her hair, pulled back into a tight, very restrictive bun, gave her cheekbones a harsh look. She was beautiful as well, but there was something almost tragic about her, where Yvonne Bisset seemed to be free-floating perfection.
Warden Bisset was in training, or so I’d been told before they put me under. She’d be going off to Paris to a new bride testing center where they would send even more criminals into space to be sandwiched between two hot aliens until they forget their own names.
And that’s exactly what had happened to me. I forgot I was me and became her. Whoever she was. Lucky woman.
I never panicked, and I never lost control. I hadn’t survived against the ruthless ocean this long as a world-class surfer by losing control of myself when things got dicey.
But that dream? These two ladies had laid waste to me. Wrecked me. And I was embarrassed and not too happy with myself.
“Do any of the brides sue for harassment after you force them to have sex?”
Warden Bisset whispered disagreeably under her breath, but Warden Egara’s dark brow arched. “Were you forced?”
I thought of the dream, the lingering memory of my pussy being crammed full, the burn in my bottom where the plug had been lodged.
Well, shit. It seemed I couldn’t make myself lie to her either. “No, but they ordered me to do things.”
“They were dominants. Most of the males on other planets will be strong and demanding. The typical alpha male.” Warden Bisset’s voice implied I would be pleased by this information, as if dominant, bossy aliens were my thing.
Just great. “You didn’t answer my question. Was that normal?”
Warden Bisset looked down at her tablet. “Actually I’ve never had a volunteer who fought the testing so much. Usually test subjects give in and the dream takes over, allowing access to the subconscious to collect the data needed for the perfect match. You, however, had to be subverted to secondary protocol.”
“What does that mean?” I didn’t even mention the fact that she’d just called me a test subject, like I was a lab rat.
She sighed as if I were a total pain in her backside. I didn’t care. I wanted to know what she meant by secondary protocol. Did that mean I didn’t have a match? That I was abnormal? What?
Doctor Surnen Syrzon, Science Bay, Medical Unit, The Colony
The organism moving beneath the microscope twisted and stretched, completely engulfing the healthy Prillon cell floating in the growth medium next to it. Something so tiny, so fascinating, was making warriors sick. It wasn’t killing my patients, but the infection was incapacitating strong fighters in their prime. It was my job to identify it, understand it and eradicate it. Not just for here on The Colony, but throughout the Coalition. I was almost there.
“Dr. Surnen? You’re needed in transport two.” Captain Trax stood at the entrance to my laboratory. He was my chosen second—should I ever be lucky enough to be matched to a female of my own—and a trusted friend. He was also prone to overreaction, his warrior instincts making every matter urgent. He’d grown up on a battleship, been fighting since he was old enough to hold a blaster, and he made decisions in seconds that I preferred to contemplate for a bit longer.
I was a doctor, a researcher. We both followed protocol to the letter—I, as a scientist, he as a ruthless fighter—believing that regulations were what kept us all safe. But the frequent trips I’d been taking to Transport Two to check incoming medical supplies were growing tiresome. I was busy and too close to finalizing the treatment serum that would end this latest sickness to divert my time.
My gaze locked to the infectious cell as it continued devouring the now weakened Prillon cell, I didn’t bother lifting my head to respond to Trax. Adding a drop of fluid to the slide, I watched as my serum sample killed the bacteria. I grinned. “Send one of the techs. I’m busy.”
His deep exhale was the only indication of his frustration with me. “Surnen, don’t be an ass.” And his tone. And word choice. “Now. Now would be good.”
“Still busy.” I had two Prillon warriors in ReGen pods and half a dozen more quarantined in their quarters. Someone else could check off inventory lists.
I expected Trax to leave, to do as I’d requested and drag one of the medical officers down to inspect the new shipment. Instead he stepped farther into the room. “Are you refusing to accompany me to Transport Two?”
“Yes, I fucking am,” I snapped. “Go away. I’ve got eight warriors down with this gods’ damned infection already, and I’m finalizing the treatment. As I said, I’m busy. I have more important things to do than inspect the latest shipment to come in.”
“Excellent.” His happiness stirred my curiosity, and I lifted my chin to look at him over the medical equipment.
“I’m glad you are pleased.” I cocked my head toward the door. “Now get out.”
“Dr. Surnen of Prillon Prime, as you have refused to arrive at transport to greet your new mate, I officially request the rights and privileges of Primary Male be transferred to me. Computer, please make note of the date and time of this request.”
A smooth, feminine voice emanated from a speaker near the door. “Confirmed, Captain Trax. Your request has been processed and sent to Prillon Prime for formal consideration.”
“What?” What the fuck had he just said?
“Let me know when you are finished playing with your toys, Surnen. You can be my second. I’ll be taking care of our female while you work. Don’t worry about her safety or happiness. I will make sure she is claimed and protected by a Prillon collar and tend to all her needs while you save the universe.”
With those final words, he bowed formally, turned on his heel and left me behind my workbench, jaw slack.
What?
My mind stirred slowly. When I worked, every thought, feeling and emotion I had came into sharp focus on the task at hand. The serum sample I’d made could eliminate the need to use ReGen pods to cure the warriors. A single dose of the serum should act as a preventative to further infections. The information and the treatment I would perfect would be uploaded to the Coalition Fleet’s medical database and disseminated to the Fleet to assist other warriors who may have human females for brides. As Earth was the only planet that appeared to have females willing to accept the damaged males on The Colony as mates, finding a cure was of paramount importance as the bacteria was a human disease that had adapted to its new environment: nonhumans on The Colony.
With so many planets constantly interacting, the struggle to contain new strains of disease kept me well occupied and was a constant battle within the Coalition Fleet, one I excelled at winning.
I battled what I could fight, using my intellect and ability to focus to cure diseases from all over the galaxy. Other worlds often sent me samples of new organisms and diseases, seeking assistance in understanding and treating them. I would not rot away on this planet feeling sorry for myself. I refused.
I’d spent enough time mourning the deaths of my parents due to my mother’s rebellious nature and my two fathers’ lack of desire to control her. She’d been fun. I would admit that. My mother had lived life like there was no tomorrow and thrown caution—and regulation—to the stars. They’d all died for it, for my fathers had given in to her every whim.
Because my parents broke Coalition Fleet protocols, I’d become an orphan at twelve. Determined not to allow any others to make the same mistakes or suffer the same consequences, I’d joined the medical job training system on Prillon Prime to learn how to save others. I had no family, few friends, and once I’d been captured and contaminated by the Hive, I knew I never would.