The Colony Boxed Set 1. Grace Goodwin
features made them look like fierce, alien predators.
The way they were watching me, and the raw lust consuming me through our link with these high-tech, magical freaking collars, I couldn’t think. All I could do was want.
No artist could have imagined more perfect bodies than of the two standing before me. Their chests were thick with muscle, every ripple and ridge clearly defined from their bulging deltoids to the eight-pack abs I couldn’t wait to explore. Their cocks were huge, so large I worried about whether I could do much more than lick them. Their bodies were powerful, from thick fingers I wanted inside my pussy to the massive thighs that rooted them to the floor like tanks.
With Ryston’s pale golden perfection and Maxim’s dark, rust and mocha skin, my eyes couldn’t adjust to the perfection before me.
No man should be this perfect. And I had two.
Maxim’s left arm, from his deltoid to his elbow, was covered in the strange silver circuits that Ryston had on the side of his face. On his darker skin, the marks of his captivity, of the Hive, stood out, like silver ink, defining every line of his muscle, the massive size of his arms.
I knew how strong he was, how he’d pulled apart my prison bars like they were warm wax. And that strength, so brutal and powerful, on both my men, made my body quiver in anticipation. Such strength, so much control.
I wanted to test that control. I wanted to push them. I wanted them so desperate to get their cocks inside me that they couldn’t think. Ryston’s face. Maxim’s arm. It wasn’t much, but the shimmering silver only made them more exotic. Sexy as fuck.
God, I’d always felt like a bit of a naughty girl, but these two, and their lust, made me feel like I was in heat. And I liked it.
This was going to be so much better than my own fingers under the darkness of the prison blanket. I wanted them both. I wanted them skin to skin, surrounding me. I wanted to be the cream filling in a Prillon cookie.
The rug was soft beneath my knees as I pulled them toward me…with their cocks. The gentlest pressure and they moved where I wanted them. These hulking males, with all their strength, they were mine.
I’d never felt so feminine, so powerful. So hot for sex I couldn’t breathe.
Who needed air when she could master a man’s body with one swirl of the tongue?
Leaning forward, I worked Maxim with my right hand while I took Ryston in my mouth, eager to know his taste.
He threw back his head and growled. Pleasure, intense and hot, rushed through the collars and Maxim jerked in my hand, feeling Ryston’s reaction just as I did. My pussy was already hot and wet, but the ache spread to my breasts where they hung too full, too hot and heavy and starving for touch as my core pulsed, closing around nothing. Empty.
I worked Ryston for a few moments before releasing him from my mouth to conquer Maxim, his darker flesh an erotic sight I was all too eager to sample.
With Ryston’s hard, damp flesh in my left hand, I took Maxim in my mouth in one fast, smooth stroke until the top of his cock bumped the back of my throat.
He remained stoic and unmoving, silent, but the flare of heat from him through the collar curled my toes and made me moan around his hard length.
“Gods.” Ryston moaned for all three of us and stepped forward to bury his fist in my hair. “Suck him hard, Rachel. Break him.”
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 fucking 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 cock, 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 cock 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 fucked 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 nipples 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 ass as his lips trailed over my back and shoulders. “I want to eat her pussy,” he growled.
Maxim broke the kiss and shook his head. “No. You kissed her first. Her pussy 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 ass with a plug. Then we can fuck her.”
So damn crude, but my body listened with a mind of its own as Ryston’s hand drifted low to cup my pussy from behind.
“Oh yes, Maxim. She likes that idea. Her pussy 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 ass 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 cock 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 ass 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 ass and my pussy at the same time. A third finger moved forward over my clit 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