I turned my head to look up at Liam who was watching me with complete acceptance of Evon’s words clearly written across his face. He had the gorgeous long black hair, like a Native American’s, sleek and smooth, almost blue beneath the industrial lighting. His eyes, several shades deeper than Evon’s, looked at me. No, he didn’t look. He didn’t stare. His gaze bore into me as if he could see more than just my face and the odd white dress I wore. I felt like he was peering into my very soul, stripping me bare without lifting a finger. Like he owned me.
Nearly panicked now, I shifted in his arms to find Rager walking toward us. He’d put the tablet down somewhere and all three men surrounded me once more. I searched his gaze for disagreement. Three big brutes like this would never share a woman where I came from. Frankly, I doubted they were capable of it. What if I preferred one over the other? What if I fell in love and the other two got jealous? What if they wanted to pass me around like property and they all had other mates, other women, hidden somewhere.
“Holy shit,” I muttered and tried to wiggle out of Liam’s grasp. I was in big trouble here. “Three? There was no mention of three. There must be some mistake. This will never work.”
Liam shook his head, squeezed me impossibly tighter to him and his eyes darkened with something that made me shiver, and not with heat. That look shocked me and made me feel safe at the same time. It was a look that said he’d kill to keep me, and protect me. “No, there is no mistake. Now that you are here, we are not letting you go.”
“But I was to be matched to the one man, the one alien, who was…um, supposed to be perfect for me.” I couldn’t hold his gaze, but when I looked away, Evon’s glacier-blue eyes were there, waiting to trap me.
His pale brow arched as he looked down at me. “You have been matched to the mates who are perfect for you.”
Rager grunted agreement and walked toward a large sliding door. Liam, with me in his arms, followed. Evon fell into step beside us. I wiggled in protest, but Liam didn’t even glance down at me, simply tightened his hold until I got the message.
No. I would not be walking yet.
I knew I should protest, but something inside me was unfurling from a long sleep, and that wicked, wicked woman wanted to know what it would be like to be with three of the hottest men she’d ever seen. Ever. She wanted to be between them, taking everything they could give her…even as she wondered just how much that was.
Liam continued to walk, but didn’t need to see where he was going. The hall was straight and Rager was in front of us, leading the way…to somewhere. Liam’s deep voice rumbled through my body and I settled in his arms, content. “You have three mates, Bella. Rager, Evon, me. We were tested and each of us matched to you. To us, you are the alien, and you are perfect.”
He was adamant—not just spouting bullshit he thought I wanted to hear—and because of this, I loved to hear his words. They were sweet to my ears, like a Shakespeare sonnet, but slightly ridiculous.
“You don’t even know me,” I countered. “Trust me, I’m far from perfect.”
Evon walked beside us down the wide hall. “We don’t know you, just as you don’t know us. This is true. But the testing makes things different. Even before I knew your name, I knew you would find all three of us attractive, that your pussy would be weeping in welcome even while meeting us for the very first time.”
I should have been appalled by his bold words. If some guy at a bar approached me and was audacious and arrogant enough to tell me my pussy was wet at the mere sight of him, I would have kneed him in the nuts.
But Evon was right, my pussy was wet. I was attracted to all three of them. Instantly. Could they smell my arousal? Was there a wet spot on the back of my outfit, this simple white nightgown-type dress? I knew I wasn’t wearing underwear. I could feel the smooth slide of the silky fabric over my bare bottom too well.
“Do not be upset by his bold words,” Liam reassured. “While Evon wasn’t particularly subtle, you must admit you liked his honesty. I will give you that honesty as well. While you find us appealing to your Earth-born senses, you have completely fascinated us. Can you not feel my hard cock against your hip?”
I gasped then, focusing on Liam’s body. He held me to him closely, scooped up like a damsel in distress, and I could feel a hard pipe against my hip. I hadn’t thought it was his cock. I hadn’t thought at all, for I had been concentrating on their words. But now? Shit, it felt like a gun or something. Not a cock.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
“You have made her timid,” Rager said, looking over his shoulder at me, then waving his hand beside a door, which slid open silently. He stepped inside and we followed, not that I had any choice, held as I was in Liam’s arms.
I grinned at Rager’s choice of words. I wasn’t timid. I was, perhaps, too bold.
They brought me into a large room and I realized it was very similar to a high-dollar hotel suite with a living area, table, dark green sofas and chairs that looked like the fabric was pure spun silk, and a bed chamber…with a bed large enough for a football team.
Or me and these three hulking aliens.
“Oh god.” Now? We were going to do this now? As in, get naked and go horizontal on that gigantic bed? Sure, technically, according to what they’d said, I was their wife now, and they were mine. So, it was all legal. Legit. Right?
Not that I’d needed a ring on my finger to get it on before, but this? With these three? The thought was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. I wanted them, which was insane in and of itself. But I was also nervous. It was reassuring somehow to know they were mine. That I belonged to them.
But did they really belong to me? How was one woman supposed to keep three hot aliens satisfied? I mean, seriously. They were like sex-on-a-stick and I was, well, just me.
“Are you guys sure about this? That you want me? Because Warden Egara told me that mates never cheat. But I don’t know how three of you could be happy with just me.”
“Let us show you.” Liam’s voice had gone deep, the heat of his body like a blowtorch everywhere we touched. At his words, Evon’s gaze locked on mine and he took his time looking me over, his gaze lingering everywhere I wanted him to touch.
My pussy clenched and my nipples pebbled into hard, hot points. My heart raced, but my head? Oh, whoa, the thoughts spinning in circles up there were one hot mess.
Did I want them? Yes. Yes, I did. Should I want them? No. Not three men at once.
Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. I was so going to hell for this. Assuming they had a hell on this planet.
And all of that might have succeeded in changing my mind if I actually believed in hell. Which I didn’t. So that just left…desire. Lust. Six months of gray walls, a prison uniform, and other women trying to convince me I wasn’t into men anymore.
Wrong. So, so wrong.
They let me look around but once I’d caught my breath, Liam leaned down and kissed me on top of my head. Rager came up to me so he stood directly before me and stroked a finger down my cheek. Evon moved in beside him so I was surrounded by towering males.
“Don’t worry, mate. We’re going to take care of you now.”
My eyes drifted closed as six hands roamed my body with a reverence to their touch I’d never felt before. I relaxed in Liam’s hold, didn’t protest when he walked to the bed and settled me on it so I was kneeling on the soft surface. When he let go, I opened my eyes, surprised that even now, Rager was nearly as tall as I. The other two were half a head shorter, but still huge, at least six-six.
Did they know how to grow ’em on Viken or what?
“You’re all mine? All three of you? And you want this? You actually want to share me?” I had to know for sure before I did this. “You’re sure there’s not some mistake?”
Evon walked forward to stand directly before me, his eyes, cold before, were now pure, blue fire. “Take off your dress, mate. We want to see what’s ours.”
Yeah, okay. No mistake,
then.
That voice. God. I held his gaze as I lifted my hands to the back of my neck and released the clasp I’d felt pressing into my skin there.
The soft fabric slid down my body in a slow glide, like frosting melting in the hot sun, revealing what lay beneath.
“You’re mine.” Evon’s declaration was followed by the searing heat of his hand on my hip. “Lift your arms above your head and hold them there, mate.”
Again, I did as he asked—even after only knowing him a few minutes—my full breasts jutting forward on display. I didn’t have a model’s body, I was more couch potato than marathon runner, especially after six months in jail, but the way his eyes darkened with lust, I felt like a goddess, a powerful, desirable ruler of men.
These men.
“Is she not perfect?” he asked the others.
Liam and Rager both nodded agreement as Evon motioned them forward.
“Kiss her, Rager. Everywhere, just like you want to. Fill that hot mouth of hers with your cock. Liam, her ass is yours. Make sure she’s ready.”
“Um—” I said, not getting anything else out. Kiss her everywhere? My ass belonged to Liam? “Uh…”
“Fuck, Evon. I knew you were going to start giving orders,” Liam complained, but he was grinning as he did so, as he turned me to the side so he could grab my wrists, lower them and hold them behind my back.
Restrained, panting, I knew that if I were a good girl I’d tell them to stop. Ask more questions. Take my time and get to know them before we had what amounted to an all-out orgy. No, an orgy meant everyone would have sex with everyone else. The way Evon was talking, they were all going to have sex with me.
But as Evon’s hands cupped my bare breasts, Liam’s commanding grip on my wrists reminded me that I was theirs now, theirs to conquer, theirs to fuck, and that knowledge broke me open as raw need flooded every cell of my body. I moaned. God, I couldn’t hold it in. Was it this simple? Were they going to give me exactly what I needed, even when I wasn’t exactly sure what that was anymore?
Liam climbed up on the bed behind me, tugging my hair with his free hand to expose my neck to his kiss. He kicked my legs wide and I fell back against him, completely under his control as Rager leaned forward and licked my pussy, lingering on the hard nub of my clit.
All thoughts of living by Earth’s standards fled. To hell with that.
It seemed I was being claimed and there wasn’t a damn thing I wanted to do about it.
Chapter Three
Evon, Planet Viken, Northern Array, Personal Quarters
Our mate was stunning. And responsive. Rager had his head between her thighs and she was panting, her nipples tightening beneath my palms.
Gods, it was unbelievable. A female, sent from across the universe, and she was absolutely perfect for us. I’d doubted the matching, the testing, but no longer. I knew nothing of the planet Earth, whether she was of normal size, but to me, she was small. At least a foot shorter than any of us, it would be easy to overwhelm her. Harm her even. Her body was lush and curvy and I could discern supple muscles beneath her soft skin. She’d be equally soft everywhere, I was sure.
And the marks, the designs that were colorful and covered her arm, along one hip, I couldn’t help but touch the delicate petals of a flower, the curved edge of a flying creature’s wing. Rager pulled back and she whimpered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched me. Bella sucked in a breath as I drew the tip of my finger over the patterns, ever so gently. Swirls of reds and blues, black and green. Some kind of Earth animal with wings, vines and flowers. A name? I pressed harder, to see if the color would bleed, but no.
“A tattoo,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s ink, beneath my skin.”
Liam and Rager looked, too. Intrigued.
“We do not have this…tattoo. I know of other planets who mark their bodies, but not with color or patterns such as these.” I looked from the mark on her hip to her dark eyes. “What animal is this?”
She bit her lip and I knew then she enjoyed the barest of touches as I circled my finger. Even the littlest things were pleasing for her, and she hadn’t even been affected by the seed power yet. The way her hips were shifting, Rager had done an excellent job of making her aroused, needy even. His mouth still glistened with her juices and I saw the way her thighs were slick.
“A butterfly.”
Rager repeated the word as he leaned down, kissed the image on her skin. When she sucked in a breath this time, I watched as her breasts rose. I’d held them in my palms, heavy and full, but I’d become easily mesmerized by a simple tattoo.
“You have distracted me, mate.”
She arched a brow, as if confused to how she’d done such a thing.
“I like control,” I added.
Liam smiled at that, as if the three-word sentence was too modest to describe how I liked to fuck. It wasn’t just me. Everyone from Sector 2 demanded submission from their mates. It was in my blood. Because of the testing, it proved that Bella needed to submit.
“Do you like having your hands pinned by Liam?”
I saw her arms jerk as she tested his grip on her wrists, watched her pupils dilate knowing she wasn’t getting free. We’d release her, of course, if she panicked, but that wasn’t what I saw in her gaze. No, it was the complete opposite.
“I see you do. We will take you, push you, make you come. With three mates, there are many needs you must meet. Will want to meet.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because we are your mates,” Liam said, kissing her neck. He was the lucky bastard who had her in his arms, could feel the long line of her back, her bare skin.
“You are matched to us. Your needs match ours. Like a puzzle, our pieces connect. I like control, you like to be dominated.”
I said it as fact. Her breathing was ragged and I could no longer ignore the way her teardrop-shaped breasts were thrust toward me. Her nipples had gone from lush brown tips to tight buds, the areolas dusky, wide circles on her full globes. Putting a knee on the bed, I bent down to take one in my mouth. The hard point pressed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Her skin was warm, her taste sweet, making my mouth water. She jerked, then stilled, knowing she could do nothing but take whatever we did to her.
Rager moved beside me, took her other nipple in his mouth. The two of us sucked and laved as Liam spoke to her.
“You see, having three mates, three lovers, is better than one. While we will take our pleasure from your body, we will give you exactly what you need.”
“Oh god,” she breathed, and I felt a shudder run through her.
“Evon may demand your submission, but you will give it freely. See? I no longer hold your wrists, yet you keep them behind your back.”
I hadn’t known he’d released his hold, but my cock pulsed and throbbed, knowing she continued to be bound by our words.
“You want our mouths on your breasts, a hand on your pussy,” Liam continued.
She cried out then, and I knew Liam’s hand was touching her. He’d reached between her legs from behind. Glancing down, I saw the top of his fingers slide over her clit. Her pussy was bare and I couldn’t miss the pink flesh, the little nub swell and come out from behind its hood by his touch.
I lifted my gaze, glanced over her shoulder at Liam. We didn’t have to speak to know it was my turn to take over. I put my hand over Liam’s on her pussy. His slid back and I covered her now, her flesh hot. Wet.
“Grasp your elbows,” I said. Her dark eyes met mine, but they were blurry with need. Her shoulders moved, saw her elbows bend behind her back as she crossed her arms. The motion thrust her breasts out more, a feast for Rager. “Good girl. Now Liam can play with your ass. It’s his favorite thing.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as Liam cupped her ass with one hand, parted her cheeks and touched her. His fingers had to be slick with her juices—mine were drenched—as he began to play with her ass.
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nbsp; “Ever been fucked here?” Liam asked, leaning down and nipping the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
She shook her head and I was surprised. Liam’s eyes lit up as if he were given the best present in the world.
“I’ve…I’ve played,” she admitted. “Toys, but that’s it.”
“Then I will be your first,” he promised.
I watched as her eyes filled with wariness, and while Liam couldn’t see, he sensed it. “Not now. Soon. First, we play. We will learn every inch of your body and make you come. Only when you are begging will we fuck your pussy. And later, when your ass has been properly prepared, I’ll fuck you there, too.”
“You’re all still dressed,” she said, eyeing me and glancing down at Rager. He continued to lick and suck at her nipples, alternating between them, as if he wasn’t sure which one needed the most attention. He was the patient one, content to savor our mate’s body for hours. No doubt he would get her to come from his attentions alone if given long enough.
He lifted his head then, though, grinning. “You want to see us?”
She nodded.
Rager and I moved to stand before her, Liam crawling off the bed so we were side by side. Then we stripped off our uniforms. They were identical except for color. Mine black, Liam’s brown and Rager’s steel gray, signifying our birth Sector. I watched her eyes as she took us in, not knowing where to look. While we were of similar height, nothing else about us was the same. I was light, Liam dark. Rager was broader, heavier.
Once our clothes were strewn at our feet, I gripped my cock at the base, staved off my need for her. I could come just by looking at her before us, up on her knees, her legs parted so her pussy was visible. Her nipples wet and hard from Rager’s mouth, her hands behind her back.
“She’s perfect,” Rager murmured. I saw out of the corner of my eye that he, too, was stroking his cock.
She licked her lips as she stared at my cock, then Rager’s, then Liam’s.
“Like what you see?” Liam asked.
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