Sambor stood, came over and moved behind her so she was between us, just as she would be when we claimed her. Not if.
When.
“And only when you consent to be ours, Lucy.” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck as he had last night. “When you say yes, I will fuck your ass,” Sambor said, tugging the neckline of her shirt to the side so he could kiss her lower on the shoulder.
“I will fuck your pussy. We will claim you together. You will bring us together, make us one. Only then, when you accept us both into your body, when you say the ritual words, only then will you be truly and completely ours.”
Sam licked up her neck. “And we will be yours. Why did you cover your freckles?”
She tilted her head, trying to avoid him, but he would not have it. “I’m covered in them. They’re ugly.”
I dropped the collars to the floor, freeing my right hand. While I would not treat something so sacred with such disregard at other times, Lucy was more important than the collars. “Ah, mate. All of you is beautiful.” With my fingers in the hem of her shirt, I slowly lifted it up her body. Sambor leaned back so I could tug it over her head.
She wore nothing beneath, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
“What happened to the brave and fierce woman from last night?” Sambor asked.
She looked anywhere but at us. I wished she wore the collars so we could understand.
“She covered her imperfections with makeup.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked.
She looked up at me, eyes wide. “Because they’re awful!”
I reached down and grabbed the collars again. “Put this on. Let us understand.”
It was obvious she had issues with body perception and vanity.
“Did a male on Earth reject you because of them?”
She swallowed hard and still wouldn’t meet our eyes.
“That would be good news,” Sambor said.
Lucy spun on her heel to face him, her hands still covering her chest. “That’s mean.”
He stroked a finger over her cheek that I knew to be silky soft. “It is good news because that means you are unclaimed, that there has been no male worthy of you. Until now. Until us. We see you, Lucy.”
“Let us wear the collars and all will be clear. Trust me,” I said, using my most diplomatic tone. In all the years I’d been in my role, this was the most crucial conversation of my life.
“Fine. But no claiming. No, ‘Whoops, your ass fell on my dick while Nik’s got his in your vagina.’”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You doubt our honor?”
She blushed and finally met my eyes. “No, you’re right. I apologize. You wouldn’t trap me.” She sighed. “Fine. The collars. But I’m taking it off if it doesn’t work out. And I’m leaving after the ball, so…”
It would work out and she wouldn’t be leaving without her collar being dark blue and her body claimed as ours. If I said that aloud, it would push her too far. Although she would know the truth once the collar was about her neck, but at least then she’d be wearing it. She would know the truth. Words were one thing. They could be fake or twisted to make people happy. I was a diplomat, a master of that.
The collars didn’t lie. When I picked them back up, handed one to Sambor and quickly put mine about my neck first, then helped Lucy on with hers, no words would be needed.
Everything we were and would be together would become clear.
7
Lucy
* * *
Holy shit. I had to be the only woman on Earth whose one-night stand wanted forever. Oh yeah, I wasn’t on Earth. All those women who’d successfully had their fun and forgotten completely about the guy had done just that. Slept with a normal guy. I’d had sex with an alien. A bossy Prillon warrior.
Not just one, but two.
Two who shared a woman together. Who planned to mate and claim one forever.
I might have picked up Nik and Sam at the party, but they weren’t planning on letting me go.
Not just that, they wanted me to wear a Prillon mating collar, an outward sign to anyone who saw me—them, too—that they were claimed. This… fling I’d planned to have wasn’t to be a secret.
They wanted everyone to know about us.
About whatever this was.
The girls had all been right. I’d brought human assumptions into bed and hadn’t believed my friends when they told me this was not going to go the way I’d planned.
My pulse was at stroke point, and I had that tingly feeling in my chest. The one where someone jumped out and shouted boo and made my adrenaline dump into my bloodstream all at once.
On Earth I’d dreamed of a guy who’d sweep me off my feet, one where there was an instant connection and I just knew he was the one. On The Colony, I watched all the couples who’d been matched through the Brides Program and knew they were perfect for each other.
Now I had two Prillon hotties with huge cocks and skilled hands and mouths who knew I was the one for them.
What was wrong with me?
Dreaming was one thing, reality quite another.
Yet…
I’d met them during the Electric Slide. They were horrible dancers but definitely made up for it in other ways. I’d have seen them at the party. I’d have approached them. I’d have propositioned them.
Why? Because I’d been drawn to them. Then and now.
I touched the collar about my neck, looked to Sam, who closed his collar about his neck. I knew from the girls who had them about the feelings that came from them and—
“Holy shit.”
I reached out and grabbed Nik’s arm, the powerful sensations coming from the collar overwhelming.
“Shh,” Nik said. “Breathe. It is intense at first, feeling me and Sam, sensing our need for you, our desire to make you ours.”
I looked up at Nik through my lashes, feeling how much he liked my exposed breasts, and Sam’s arousal and eagerness to fuck me.
“Good girl.”
My mind flashed to what Nik had said earlier, about a good-girl spanking, and I got hot all over.
Nik smiled when Sam groaned. “See? We’re just as overwhelmed by you, by your thoughts and desires.”
Sam’s big hands settled on my bare waist, slid down, hooking into the tops of my yoga pants on the way and baring me to them.
“You wear no undergarments when you dress this way,” Sam commented, and I felt as well as heard how much he liked it.
“No. Who wants to wear a bra or panties when you’re by yourself?” I asked, lifting my feet so he could tug the stretchy material free.
“Or with your mates,” Nik added.
I stood between them bare while they were fully clothed. Sam’s hands caressed back up my legs to cup the cheeks of my bottom. Then he spanked me. Lightly, but I startled. The sting was minor, but the heat that followed made me moan. I turned to him.
His pale eyes and wicked grin were lethal to my brain and any effort I had to resist them.
They wanted me. The collars clued me in. So did the bulges in their black pants. The look in their gazes.
“A good-girl spanking,” he murmured, then stepped back.
From one second to the next, Nik bent at the waist and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me to my bed. He dropped me upon it and I bounced.
They loomed over me, standing at the foot of the massive bed. I hadn’t thought about it the night before, but now I knew why the beds were so big. They could fit two Prillons and their mate.
“We should give you a bad-girl spanking for doubting us.”
“I didn’t doubt—”
Nik shook his head slowly and held up his hand. “I know your thoughts. Your feelings, mate. Lying doesn’t work, even with yourself.”
He was right, and I bit my lip.
“Last night you were in control. It is my turn now,” Nik stated.
A thrill shot through me, and the growl that ripped from Sam’s chest me
ant he felt it. Nik looked to Sam. “Strip and get up in bed. Let’s see how our mate feels about being restrained.”
Restrained? I thought those from Trion were the kinky ones.
Sam either took orders well or didn’t care about being bossed around when it meant he was going to get laid, because he had his uniform off in record time. He crawled up the bed, loomed over me on all fours and kissed me, then flopped onto his back. Adjusting the pillows behind his head, he settled beside me.
Scooping me up with his impressive arms, he placed me in front of him, facing away. I was settled between his parted legs, his hard cock at my back.
His arms came beneath mine and grasped the insides of my thighs and pulled them apart, then over his sturdy thighs. When he bent his knees up, mine went with them.
“Oh my God,” I breathed. My legs couldn’t have been parted any wider without pain. I was bare, my pussy lips open to both Nik’s heated gaze and the cool air. I envisioned Nik climbing the bed toward me, settling his mouth over my clit and making me come as Sam held me in place, maybe, someday, as he filled me from behind.
The images in my head, my reaction to feeling so open, so vulnerable…
And they knew I liked it because… the collars.
“Put your hands behind my neck,” Sam said, nuzzling the side of my head.
Lifting my arms, I interlaced my fingers as he’d said. My back arched, and my breasts thrust up.
“From here, I can see all your freckles. Ah, ah,” he warned when I started to relax my hands. “I shall spend my life counting them all. Licking each and every one.”
“Sam,” I breathed.
All this time, Nik watched as he shed his clothes until he stood at the foot of the bed, naked, pumping his cock.
I felt his pleasure. God, it was insane. I felt the pleasure Nik was getting from masturbating. I felt his satisfaction at seeing me restrained. Not in any kind of binding, but by Sam’s hold. By Sam’s words. I felt Nik’s contentment that Sam and I followed his orders, that we were both his.
As if he had read my mind, Nik crawled up the bed to kiss me. Not on the mouth, but on my pussy, licking up the seam, then using his thumbs to part me and do it all over again.
I bucked at the pleasure. Sam groaned. Nik growled.
“These collars are too much,” I said on a laugh, then a moan. The sound of my pleasure sent a jolt of lust through both of my mates and, through the collars, back to me. I nearly came, my hips bucking as I tugged on Sam’s hair. “It’s insane.”
Sam’s hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, each stroke sending a spiral of heat to where Nik’s lips were locked onto my clit. “Nik.” I didn’t know what I wanted.
No, that was a lie. I knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed: more.
Instead Nik stopped and stared. Watched Sam’s hands cup my breasts, his eyes going molten as he slipped a finger inside my wet pussy and felt it clamp down and release with every tug of Sam’s fingers on my nipples. It was erotic. I was beyond embarrassed. I couldn’t be, not when their admiration and need blazed through my body like a wildfire from the collars.
“Do you doubt our desire for you?” Nik asked, glancing up at me from between my thighs. I looked down the line of his back, saw his taut, firm ass and wanted to unlink my fingers and squeeze it.
I shook my head against Sam’s chest.
“Do you doubt our need to please you?” Sam asked as Nik got busy again, adding a second finger inside me as he flicked my clit with his tongue. “Not just when we fuck you, but with everything we do?”
I arched my back more as Sam tugged on my hard nipples. My skin bloomed with sweat. My thighs clenched. “It’s too much, too… oh my God, I’m going to come.”
My shout didn’t slow Nik down; rather he applied himself more. I came seconds later. Their ruthless assault was to prove a point. An incredible point that the collars only made everything more intense. Amplified. More powerful.
When I stopped screaming, Nik lifted his head, wiped his slick mouth with the back of his hand, then came over me. His mouth was on mine, and I tasted myself. I felt the satisfaction he found in pleasing me. His need to be buried inside me. I didn’t want to deny him that. It was what I wanted, too.
Sam’s hands settled on my upper arms, holding them, as if he didn’t want me to touch Nik. Nik looked behind me, over my head and nodded slightly to some silent question Sam had asked of him. Moments later Sam aligned his cock at my entrance and slid home, buried deep in my pussy from behind, my legs still held open wide as he lifted his hips and pumped into me from below.
I gasped at the feel. He was big, thick, long. He filled me completely. After the night before, I should have been used to taking him, but I wasn’t. I clenched and squeezed him, and the feel of it was unlike anything I’d known before them.
Hovering over us both, Nik watched my face as if every movement I made was of vital importance. “Fuck her, Sam. Go deep. She needs more.”
Sam thrust up inside me, hard.
“Ahhh!” I cried out as another orgasm built. How had he known? The collars were for emotions, right? He couldn’t actually read my mind?
Nik placed his hands on my inner thighs and stroked my skin with a lover’s touch as Sam moved inside me. The gentleness, the tickling softness in contrast with the rough fucking had me panting. Keening. Overwhelmed. I had no words. No thoughts.
Nothing of me was left. I was theirs.
“Life with us will always be like this,” Sam said as he thrust deep, fucked me thoroughly. Nik held me securely. I could do nothing but surrender. My pleasure built up their pleasure. Their pleasure escalated mine. “Niklas on one side of you, me on the other, protecting you, taking care of you. Just think, my cock could be buried in your ass right now. We could both fill you at the same time.”
I moaned and could do nothing but feel, and with the collars, it was incredible. I sensed how much Sam wanted to fulfill his words, to take my ass.
The thought of it pushed me to the edge. There was no way I could hold off another orgasm. It was just too much. I came, this time on a silent cry, Sam following me. My pleasure brought on his, and he thrust hard, held himself buried as I milked the cum from him.
He pulled out, and Nik pulled my hands from about Sam’s neck.
Nik hooked an arm at my waist and rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I was on top, straddling him.
Kissing me, he ran a hand up and down my sweaty back, stroked my bottom. I felt Sam move over us, and it was Nik who widened my legs so Sam could get between, this time from behind.
Sam’s grip at my hip tugging me up was all that he needed to sink two fingers deep into my pussy.
Nik broke the kiss but watched me, took in every nuance of my face as Sam stroked my swollen core, pulling his fingers out slowly, rubbing the slick wetness over my ass.
I felt anticipation build in Nik as Sam’s touch rekindled the fire inside me until I was squirming, not caring who fucked me, who filled me. I just needed.
When I wanted to scream at one of them to do something, Nik shifted my hips and lined his cock up at my core. I didn’t wait, slamming down onto his hard cock with a cry of satisfaction as he filled me up. Stretched me. Gave me what I craved.
Nik pulled me down on top of his chest, which put my ass back up into the air where Sam waited behind me.
Nik’s thrusts slowed as Sam ran his thumb through the wetness he’d spread to my ass, then pressed the tip of it inside. His touch was slow, gentle but insistent. With Nik’s huge cock stretching me open, the added pressure of Sam’s thumb in my ass was like an electric shock.
“It’s too much,” I breathed, my nipples chafing against Nik’s bare chest. I’d done ass play before, but not with two guys. I sensed Sam’s satisfaction at how I was taking a bit of both of them at the same time. Nik’s cock was much larger than Sam’s thumb, and I wasn’t sure how both of their cocks would fit inside me. I’d seen porn, knew it was possible, never
considered it for myself. Until now. Until Sam painted a naughty picture in my head. Until his thumb was sparking nerves I didn’t even know I had.
When my body settled, I shifted, rubbing my clit against Nik’s stomach, clenching my muscles around both of them. I was stuffed full of my lovers, but I knew they wanted to give me more. A lot more.
The pleasure was already so intense, I wasn’t sure I would survive more.
Nik shook his head, stroked my damp hair back from my face. “It’s real. It’s us. Feel it. Know us.”
Nik slipped his hand between our bodies to stroke my clit as Sam slowly worked his thumb into my ass. Stretching me. Making me burn.
Sam’s intense pleasure washed over me like whiskey in my blood as he played with my ass, filling me, pulling out, rubbing around the edges, getting me ready for more.
For him. For his cock. Soon I would be between them, filled by both. Held by both. Fucked and claimed.
Nik moved, rocking his hips beneath me just enough to make me want to scream as Sam kept slowly fucking my ass. Sam leaned down and placed a kiss on my spine. My hip. My bottom. His lips on my skin, the scent of Nik’s body where my cheek was pressed to his chest, the heat. Their need. God, there was no lying about their desire for me. Their lust. Their appreciation.
I felt beautiful. Wild. Like a completely different woman, one without doubts or inhibitions. I was raw and untamed and out of control. Without their touch anchoring me, I feared I wouldn’t exist at all, the cells in my body barely holding themselves together. I was stardust. Energy.
Lust.
“Come, Lucy. Come now. Know you are our mate.”
I came at his command, clenching and squeezing around Nik’s cock and Sam’s thumb, my body instinctively reacting to the need I felt from Nik for my submission, at Sam’s complete and total control, his intensity as he prepared me. Opened me. Stretched me for his claiming.
For that was what they would do.
Claim me.
Bind me to them forever.
Fuck me together. Fill me with two cocks as I was now filled with two minds. Two desires. Two alien males with relentless physical needs and an unwavering desire for me.
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