Page 37 of Cyborg Celebration


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As if summoned by a god, Vance’s hands slid around me from behind to cup my breasts. His lips brushed my ear. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I was so fucking ready if he didn’t listen to Marz and fill me up I was going to cry. Ineededthis. Needed both of them. Needed to know they were legally mine, no takebacks, no changing their minds, no way for them to escape.

“Hold on to me, mate.” Marz’s deep voice made me shiver. I knew what he wanted. Surrender. Trust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my chest to his. Waited. Marz stopped fucking me, held still as Vance took position at my back, the stiff tip of his cock pressed against my ass. I’d played with toys, and I’d grown used to the ATD, but even that was not as big as my mate’s massive cock.

“Go slow.”

“You will feel only pleasure, mate.” Vance worked the tip of his cock into me, the ATD retreating, shrinking in size as his hard heat replaced what I’d come to think of as an alien sex toy.Lubricant from the ATD filled me with a warm liquid that eased his way.

We both moaned, Marz joined us as the sensations moved through us, shared through the mating collars.

Suddenly, I was Rowan, filled with two massive cocks, my body pressed between two massive warriors, the pleasure-pain of my ass and pussy stretching to accommodate both of them, the bliss, the naughty, naughty joy I felt as my body claimed them both.

I was Marz, my sensitive cock surrounded by the hot, wet heat of my mate’s pussy as it clamped down over my hard length. I was the protector, needed to care for my mate, bring her pleasure, feel her surrender in my arms.

I was Vance, pressing forward, filling my mate for the first time, in awe of her acceptance, her love, the miracle of being chosen as intense pleasure shot fire from my cock up and down my spine until my back bowed with pleasure and I was on the verge of losing control.

My mates didn’t need to ask me if I was all right, if they were hurting me, if I wanted more. Theyknew.

Vance did say I needed to use my words…

“More.”

Vance

Nothing would ever compareto the beauty of our mate’s complete and total surrender. The tight grip of her ass around my hard length. The soft command she dared speak to two warriors who held onto control by a thread.

Our mating collars activated, forged a permanent and unbreakable connection. I knew without looking that the collar around her neck would no longer be black, but burgundy. We were a matched set. Mated. Forever.

Love exploded within me, and I couldn’t stop myself from giving her what she wanted. She wanted us to fuck her. Move in and out of her body. Bring her pleasure. Make her scream.

She needed tofeelour bodies joined with hers, know we were with her. Inside her. Part of her.

I needed that, too.

I moved. Pulled back. Shifted forward. Filled her again as Marz held her in place, his hands holding her open for me. I increased my tempo slowly, waited for her to adjust as Marz remained still, cock buried deep in her pussy, all of us, his to command.

I had followed him into battle too many times to count. I had no qualms following his lead as we claimed our mate.

Rowan, too, recognized the force holding us all in check.

“Marz. Please.” Her soft whimper nearly buckled my knees.

Marz could no more deny her than I. A swift tilt of his head was all he needed to let me know we were about to move. He walked me back until the backs of my thighs hit a large chair. I adjusted quickly, leaned back and braced myself so I could hold Rowan in place between us.

She moaned as I pulled her back, onto my lap and Marz’s cock nearly slipped out of her pussy.

Before she could reach for him, he surged forward. Filled her hard and fast. I couldn’t fucking move. Didn’t need to as Marz gave our mate what she needed. Harder. Faster. He was relentless, our little mate writhed between us, whispered barely audible encouragement. Demands.

Rowan sobbed as her body exploded, spasmed around our cocks. Rowan's climax was not just hers; it was ours. I couldn’thold back, didn’t want to, my seed rushing from my body to fill her up. Mark her. Claim her.

Marz thrust twice more and pulled Rowan against him as he, too, filled her with seed. With life. With the promise we both made to her.

Love. Protection. Honor.

Forever.

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