Her Cyborg Warriors. Grace Goodwin
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Her Cyborg Warriors
Interstellar Brides® Program: The Colony – 8
Grace Goodwin
Her Cyborg Warriors: Copyright © 2020 by Grace Goodwin
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Goodwin, Grace
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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
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1
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