My mate. Holy hell. My mate. Not Hunt’s, as I’d first thought. Yes, I’d been
disappointed, hope dying a slow death by starvation when weeks, then months
passed and not one new mate arrived on the Colony. We’d gone to the testing
center, went through the process, but neither of us came out with a match. That
was three months ago. Until now, we’d heard nothing further about it. I knew
Hunt had held onto his hope these long weeks. I’d given that up long ago.
All I remembered of the event was an amazing yet vague sex dream and that I’d
left with a cock so hard I worried it was going to puncture through my armor.
Fortunately, I’d been able to return to my quarters and take myself in hand,
ease the discomfort I knew would only truly be lessened by sinking into my mate.
And now, I was going to have one. I wouldn’t be a second, but the matched mate,
the Primary Male. I tried to suppress my grin, but it was almost impossible. I
felt…gods, I felt good. Elated. Thrilled. Something pretty damn close to happy.
There was a female out there in the universe that was perfect for me.
I’d assumed with my dark ways, my darker sexual needs, that there would be no
one similarly inclined. What female would want to be bound and fucked?
Blindfolded and helped to her knees? To cry out with pleasure because of a
little bite of pain? To be dominated and not simply want, but need her mate to
take control?
If Hunt had been the matched mate, I knew he would take his time and seduce our
mate. I had been prepared to accept that, to give a mate what she needed and not
worry about anything else. Mild, not wild. Tame, not tawdry. Sensual, not
sultry.
But this female was mine. Mine. Which meant she wanted exactly what I wanted.
She must need what I could give her. We would not have been matched otherwise.
My heart stuttered, thinking she’d reject me as soon as she saw my eye, saw what
the Hive had done to me. But then, with Lady Rone on my arm at this very moment,
her hand wrapped around my elbow and a happy smile on her face, I remembered
that love was blind. She never seemed to notice or even care that her two
warriors had been contaminated by the Hive. My mate must be the same because the
match had been made after I was ruined by the Hive. The testing matched me,
cyborg parts and all, to a female. That meant she would want me just as I was.
Right?
Right?
Next to me, Lady Rone had a noticeable skip in her step, reminding me of a happy
child. I allowed her happiness to wash over me. I wouldn’t worry now. I’d enjoy
the moment. They were rare. Elusive. Unfamiliar.
FBI Agent Kristin Webster has spent the last eight years tracking and taking
down the worst of humanity. She's seen to much to believe she could ever trust a
human man, but the promise of a perfect match through the Coalition's
Interstellar Brides Program has her settling into the testing chair to be
matched to her alien mate. But her match isn't a male from a distant planet, but
two scarred Prillon warriors on the Colony. And when warriors begin to
disappear, Kristin will take matters into her own hands.
Captains Hunt and Tyran have been waiting too long for a mate to allow her to
risk her life chasing evil. But their defiant little human won’t listen. They
are determined to tame her, claim her, keep her safe…no matter the cost.
Once upon a time, a young girl was born into an average, working class
family. The wee little girl, convinced she was not an average child but was, in
fact, a fairy princess, longed to leave the mundane world behind and live her
dreams. She grew up, went to school, and when she’d grown too big to wear
tutus and tiaras in public without drawing unwanted attention, turned to writing
down her fantasies instead. Now a bit older, her fantasies have grown to include
sexually dominant men who know how to ensure a woman’s pleasure. Grace
believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of
it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel
pampered, protected and very well taken care of. She currently lives in Oregon
where she spends her days writing, and her nights in the arms of her very own
Prince.
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