I didn’t want soft or gentle. I wanted rough, hard, fast. I wanted them to fuck me. Fill me. Own me.
“Now,” I begged.
Grigg’s hands move to his cock, wrapping around it with a tight grip, stroking it. His massive body was coiled like a predator about to strike. Instead of freaking me out, it made me hotter. I wanted him. Now. Right fucking now.
“Fuck her, Rav. Fill that pussy with your hard cock.”
Rav’s shock was like a jolt of electricity through our link. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I held Grigg’s gaze as I felt Rav’s confusion blossom via the collar. “I’m her second, Grigg. You are the one to fuck her. Her first child is yours by right.” Rav’s protests caused Grigg to stand taller, to tower over me. For the first time, he looked away from me to his second.
“Fuck her, Rav. You are mine, like she is mine. Your cock is mine. Your seed is mine. If she carries our child, it will be a child of the warrior clan Zakar. Fuck her. Fill her. Now.”
Rav’s shock burned away, replaced by lust, longing, heat and a strange loneliness that made me gasp, the intensity of his need breaking down walls in my heart I had no intention of ever letting anyone touch. I reached for him with both hands, I couldn’t help it. “Rav.”
His body moved over mine, pressing me deeply into the mattress, his cock nudging me open as his mouth claimed my lips.
“Fuck her. Fuck her hard.” Grigg was pacing the edge of the bed now, watching. Waiting, like a predator ready to strike, to have his turn at his prey. His satisfaction humming through my body caused me nearly as much pleasure as the hot, hard chest pressed to mine, the lips claiming my own.
Rav shifted his hips, his cock pressing forward, nudging at my entrance. So fucking huge that my pussy lips parted, opening wide around him. I tore my mouth from his, my neck arching back as I struggled with the sensation of him slowly filling me, spreading me open to the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain. I squirmed, shifted my hips to adjust to his size.
“Take him, Amanda. Lift your hips. Fuck him. Take his cock into your wet pussy. Wrap your legs around his hips. Open up. You can’t keep us out. You belong to us. You can take him. Fuck him. Claim him. Mark him, mate. Let him in.”
This was so messed up. I couldn’t sort through the roil of emotions choking me. Mine. Rav’s. Grigg’s. Everything was a jumbled mess of longing, lust, desire, loneliness, need.
It was the need that tore me to pieces. Theirs? Mine? I had no idea and didn’t care as I wrapped my legs around Rav’s hips and tilted my pelvis, giving him the angle he needed to fill me in one slow thrust of his hips.
I welcomed the stretching, the pain that soon faded to mind-numbing pleasure. It had never been like this before. Never.
“Fuck her, Rav.”
Rav’s hands tangled with mine, palm to palm, fingers entwined as he pressed me flat to the bed. He kissed me again, his tongue plunging deep as he lifted his hips and thrust so perfectly into me over and over in an increasing rhythm that made me moan as my orgasm rose.
I was on the brink, riding the edge, one more. One more.
“Stop.” Grigg’s order made me cry out a protest, but Rav stopped, his cock buried balls deep in my pussy. I needed him to move, damn it!
“No.” My protest was breathy and weak, and Grigg had the audacity to chuckle.
“Don’t worry, mate,” he replied. “We’re going to take care of you.”
The dark promise made my pussy clench and Rav growl. Sweat dripped from his brow and onto my breast. He was close to coming as well, this delay almost impossible for him, too. “What do you want, Grigg?”
“Roll onto your back, but don’t let your cock come out of her pussy.”
In seconds, Rav had rolled to lie beneath me, his cock filling me even more from my new position on top of his hips and I gasped. I had to place my hands on his chest for balance, the hot feel of his almost burning my palms. Unable to resist, I ground my clit down on his hard abdomen, let my head fall back, my eyes close with abandon. So close. I was so fucking close.
Smack!
Grigg’s hand landed on my ass with a sharp bite of pain and I jerked in shock, the feel of it flaring to heat and my movement driving Rav’s cock deeper so that my shocked gasp turned to a moan. “What are you doing?” he growled.
I turned my head to find Grigg beside me, his arms crossed.
“I—”
“Hold her down, Rav. Keep your cock inside her, but don’t let her move.”
“What?” I cried. “Are you…are you always this bossy?”
Rav’s arms wrapped around my shoulders and he pulled me down so that my chest was pressed flat to his. I looked down at him, saw the corner of his mouth tip up. “By bossy, I assume you mean commanding. Yes, he always tells people what to do.”
His huge arms were like steel bands around my back, his cock filled my core and my ass was sticking up in the air, vulnerable in a way that I realized I wasn’t so sure I liked. I was reassured by Rav’s words that Grigg was this dominant by nature. I also felt that Rav was powerful enough in his own right that he would protect me from harm, even from Grigg, if needed.
“What…what are you doing?” I asked Grigg, my words escaping with each quick pant of my breath. “Why…why did you make me stop?”
Grigg raised an eyebrow. “You lied to me, mate. You like it when I watch. You like what we are doing to you. I believe you were told that if you lied to your mates, you would be punished.”
My brain was in such a fog of lust that I had to work for nearly a minute to recall the conversation we’d had in the medical station. Lying to my mates was forbidden and would earn me a… “You can’t be serious.”
Grigg’s response was to spank my ass.
“Grigg!” I cried. The sting of it morphed hot and bright.
He spanked me again.
And again.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
“Grigg!”
Fire spread through my sore bottom as he continued to spank me and the more I tried to shift away, the harder I ground down on Rav’s cock until the heat of the spanking and the pain-edged feel of Rav’s hard length filling me pushed me toward another orgasm faster than I could cope with or understand.
I gripped Rav’s shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin.
The first flutter of release made me whimper, but that fast Grigg’s hand was buried in my hair, angling my head up so I looked at him. “No. You are not allowed to come yet, mate. Not yet.”
“What? I don’t—” His words shut my body down and I sobbed with need. “Please.”
He ran a gentle hand down my back, walking away to get something from one of the drawers across the room before returning. Every second felt like an hour. Rav’s chest heaved beneath mine as he, too, felt the strain of holding back.
I glanced down at Rav, hoping he’d help me understand Grigg. “Shh,” he crooned. “He knows what you need.”
I had to doubt that, but when Grigg knelt on the bed behind me and placed his hands gently on my ass, I sighed in relief. Maybe Rav was right. Maybe Grigg did know what I needed, but he was just awfully slow about it.
Seconds later, I was squirming again as he rubbed the same warm oil I remembered feeling in the medical station into my other hole.
“Wait!”
Smack!
“Hold still, mate. I am inserting a small training device into you here, so that when Rav and I claim you together, you will experience nothing but pleasure as both of our cocks fill you.”
God, the dream again. Two men. Filling me up. Making me—
“Ahh—” I squirmed at the awkward feel as Grigg worked the device inside me. As he’d promised, it wasn’t huge, but with Rav’s thick cock deep inside me, I felt impossibly full. Too full. It was too much. “I can’t…it’s—”
“Rav.” Grigg’s one word made Rav shift his hips beneath me, grinding his hard body against my clit.
Oh yes, that felt so good.
“Squeeze his cock, Amanda. Squeeze him until he comes.” I was beyond asking for anything. Beyond begging. Beyond even thinking about how intense and dominant Grigg was. I was completely at their mercy. If I wanted to come, I would do as Grigg said. I wanted it and perhaps it was because of the collar, but I knew that Grigg was giving me only what I could take, what I wanted deep down. Perhaps so deep I didn’t even know it myself.
I lay still on top of one mate as the other stroked and played with the plug filling my ass, and I obeyed. I squeezed my inner muscles around Rav’s hard length, released, over and over until his heartbeat raced in my ear and his body tensed beneath me. Rav’s ragged breaths were a dark rumble.
“Come, Rav,” Grigg commanded. “Now. Fill her up with our seed.”
Grigg kneaded my ass, pulling my pussy lips open wider as Rav came with a shout, his cock jerking and coating my insides with his seed.
I was expecting the fire that blissful heat of it, for there was some strange chemical in their seed that was absorbed by my body. I expected it, as I’d felt it before in the medical room when Grigg had touched my pussy with his pre-cum-coated fingertips, but could not control my reaction.
I exploded and nothing anyone did or said could have stopped the eruption of bliss that rolled through my body. I was afraid my heart was going to explode, afraid I wouldn’t survive the intensity. I cried out, shut my eyes and tensed every muscle in my body. I succumbed, gave myself over to it.
In the middle of it, I was torn from Rav’s arms, lifted off his cock and dragged down to the edge of the bed, my hips pulled to the edge. Still on my stomach, Grigg spread my knees wide and knelt behind me. In one smooth stroke—his path eased by Rav’s seed—he filled me with his huge cock. My orgasm hadn’t ended and my body rippled around his thick length and milked him.
His hands on my hips were rough, hard, urgent as he pulled me backward for each thrust of his hips. I met him stroke for stroke, pushing back to take him deep. “Yes!” I cried, needing more and more, whatever he could give.
“Touch her clit, Rav. Make her come again.” Grigg was nearly breathless, but his words were clear and Rav immediately moved down the bed. He lay on his back, his face inches from mine, his long arm sliding between my body and the bed to find my clit and stroke me as Grigg fucked me from behind. Whatever he put in my bottom was pressed deeper with each stroke, his pelvis bumping the flange that kept it in place.
Rav looked dazed, shell-shocked and I knew the feeling. I had no intention of reaching for him, but I did, pulling his mouth to mine, kissing him with every ounce of desire in my body. As Grigg fucked me hard and rough from behind, my kiss was sensual and tender, an exploration and gentle claiming of my own.
I was shocked as my body spiraled higher once more. Rav’s seed was a fire in my blood. The sensation of being filled in both holes? Four hands on my body. Two mouths on my skin. Everything combined to push me over the edge again.
I’d never felt like this before. Wild and untamed, uninhibited. The orgasm was unlike any other. Nothing had ever felt like this. Through the collar I felt their own desperate need to come and it only amplified my own. It was a swirling circle, lifting the three of us higher and higher.
Grigg roared as my pussy clenched around him like a fist, his seed pumping into me like pouring gasoline on a fire, and my orgasm went on and on until, at last, I collapsed on the bed. Grigg’s cock still filled me, his hard body settled, a welcome weight over my back.
We lay like that for long minutes, all three of us struggling for calm, for breath. Rav’s hand stroked my long hair. Grigg petted my sides, his hands gently stroking me from the undersides of my breasts down to the sides of my thighs, his lips tracing the bumps of my spine up and down my neck.
I closed my eyes and let them have me. We all ignored the tears that leaked from my closed eyelids. I was empty. Used up. I’d given them everything. Everything. And now I was torn in half. They’d seen every dark depth of me, knew me in a way no one had ever glimpsed before. I was open and exposed. Vulnerable and weak to them.
And in that moment I realized just how screwed I was. It would be all too easy to fall in love with my mates, to want this fairytale life they appeared to be offering. And the longer I lay between them, feeling wanted, desired, and precious, the more I realized that betraying them would break something inside me.
And yet, I could not turn away from my duty to my people. I had to find out exactly what the Hive threat entailed and get as much information back to Earth as possible. Leaving humanity in the dark and at the mercy of the Interstellar Coalition wasn’t an option, no matter how mind-blowing the sex with my mates.
Wasn’t I just the bitch?
Chapter Eight
Grigg
I didn’t sleep. Instead I lay awake all night long watching them sleep, wrapped around each other, wrapped around me.
Amanda, my beautiful mate, slept naked with her head on my shoulder, her leg entwined with mine, her arm across my chest. Even in sleep she turned to me. The sight caused hope to flare in my chest, hope that she might be my true mate, that she might learn to love me.
Her back was to Rav, his body wrapped around her from behind in a protective hold I couldn’t help but approve of. His arm was long and his hand came to rest on my chest as well, his fingers lightly wrapped around her wrist, holding her even in his sleep. His touch did not alarm. He was mine, as well, and I could not have chosen a better second for my mate. He was a proud warrior of our clan, highly intelligent and fierce when needed. He would be an excellent mate for our Amanda, and with rank as a senior officer in medical, the risk that our mate would be left unprotected by two warriors’ deaths in battle was small. If I died in my next raid, he would care for her, love her, fuck her—
The thought made something dark and needy twist in my gut, something that raked my insides like claws, making my soul bleed and ache and want. A sense of inevitability settled over me like a dark storm, the feeling of foreboding I’d carried all my life. My father was right. I wasn’t fit to command. I was weak. Sentimental. My mind clogged with emotion and needs no true warrior dared carry. I hadn’t realized they even existed until now. Until Amanda.
Unable to stave off the pain, I pulled free of my mates’ arms and legs and slid silently from the bed.
Damn Captain Trist and his meddling. There was a reason I had not requested a mate. I didn’t expect to live long enough to claim a woman and make her my own. Rav had always known he would by my second, but I’d made it clear to him many times that if he wanted to request a mate of his own, as Primary, he should do so. He had the necessary rank and status to qualify for a bride. There were a number of warriors who would be honored to be his second.
He refused. We’d sworn an oath to one another when we were merely boys that we would never abandon one another, and we’d remained true.
Often, it would have been easier for me if Rav had abandoned me and my stubborn ways. I wanted him to be happy, but was grateful that his loyalty was now and had always been unyielding. Truth be told, I’d come to rely on his keen mind and calming influence more than I cared to admit.
And still, I’d waited, more focused on the possibility of dying than of living, of having a life, a family. I didn’t want him to mourn my death. I didn’t want a mate to mourn my death. I didn’t want—
Amanda. She sighed softly and shifted on the bed, reached for me in her sleep. When her arms came up empty, she turned instead to Rav, rolling so that her forehead and nose were pressed to his chest, his arms around her in a protective cage as she snuggled deeper and went back to her dreams.
She was unexpected, as was my reaction to her. Everything about her was perfect. I couldn’t stop admiring her strange dark hair or her softly rounded hips and thighs. The lush cushion of her abdomen and full breasts. Her lips, pink and kissable, just like her pussy. I’d nearly lost myself in her dark eyes as Rav made her come, as her pleasure rolled through her an
d they both surrendered to me, to my control. The more I demanded, the faster she melted, so submissive. I’d sensed it in her, knew through the collar that she wanted it. No, needed it, just as strongly as I needed to dominate. So fucking perfect for me.
Even more of a shock was the fierce need I had to control Rav, to direct him, to own him as completely as I owned my mate. I did not want to fuck him, but I needed to own him, control him, protect him and take care of him. The need roared to life from nowhere the moment our mate was between us.
He was mine and I couldn’t understand the ferocity of my instinctive need to make sure he understood and accepted my dominance, my protection just as clearly as Amanda. Suddenly I was irritated that Rav’s belongings were still in his private quarters, and not here, with me and our mate, where they were supposed to be. I fought the odd urge to wake Amanda and talk to her, to ask her about her life and give her a tour of my ship, to show off like a young upstart trying to impress a woman, not a commander who needed impress no one.
Instead of worrying about my command, the scout missions, battle strategy, I sat in the dark like a fool staring her beauty. I counted her breaths, fighting the urge to wake her and take her again, slowly. I imagined kissing her lips, tracing her flesh, learning every curve and dip and hollow, the sensitive places on her skin that would make her melt, or pant, or come. I sat alone in the dark wondering if my mates had what they needed to be settled, content, happy. Wondering if I would be enough for them. I needed to be enough.
And I never fucking needed anything. I didn’t do entanglements. I battled Hive cyborgs. I fucked for pleasure. I fought next to my warriors to quiet the rage in my blood, to fight back the abyss of anger that threatened to drown me every time I spoke to my father or watched another warrior die in battle. And yet that all quieted when I was deep inside Amanda, when I made her come, when I filled her with my seed.
Staring at my mates, something raw and ravenous stirred to life within me and I feared nothing would calm me now.
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