Fighting For Their Mate

by Grace Goodwin

  She was still laughing when Dorian set me down on my feet. But Chloe remained in my arms. I couldn’t bring myself to let her go.

  The door slid closed behind us and Dorian walked to one side of the room, opening a drawer. I paid no attention to him, my entire being centered on the woman in my arms. It had been so long since I’d held something soft and pure and giving. She was love and laughter and light, I could feel the strength of her soul, her hope, bubbling up between us. And I was too weak to turn away, to lose contact, even for a moment after so many years of pain and horror and denying myself the comfort of a woman’s arms out of fear that I’d somehow hurt her.

  Or lose myself.

  As I looked into Chloe’s eyes, her smile faded and the intensity spiraled.

  “I can’t let you go.”

  She lifted a hand to my face. “I know. I can feel it. It’s okay.”

  I leaned down and buried my face in her hair. She smelled like home. Like cinnamon sugar cookies and spring breezes and sunshine.

  The room was a blur as I walked to the bed. I knew what was here. Dark blue couch and chairs. A small table meant for three. A bathing room and an S-Gen in the corner. Closets and drawers built into the walls.

  And our bed. The biggest bed I’d ever seen. Dorian had acquired the standard size mating bed the Prillon used, and it was more than big enough for the three of us.

  It, too, was draped in blue because Dorian had read Chloe’s preferences and knew it was her favorite color.

  The pillows were gold, his nod to his ancestry, the color our collars would become once Chloe was officially ours. He’d asked my opinion and I’d given him the truth. I didn’t give a flying fuck what color anything was, as long as our mate was naked between the sheets.

  And happy. The need to make her happy weighed on me like an anchor and the old doubts, the old worries started to creep back into my mind as I sank down on the side of the bed with Chloe in my lap. I settled her there and wrapped my arms around her torso, pulling her closer, pressing her to me with as much gentleness as I could muster.

  Which wasn’t much. I trembled with the effort to hold back, to be gentle with her when the need within me was like a wild animal with sharp claws. “I can’t let you go.” I said it again, begging for forgiveness. I’d denied myself this dream, turned away from it and endured the pain and loneliness. Accepted a black, bitter, lonely death protecting Earth from an enemy so horrifying I had to keep being a fighter. I had to stop the Hive.

  Having her here, in my arms, was like ripping open that old wound, releasing years of pent-up emotions like a tidal wave that was drowning me.

  Drowning all three of us.

  Dorian staggered and dropped to his knees just out of reach before me. Beside him, on the floor, was the one thing I’d forgotten about, the training box the Prillons used on new brides to ready them to accept two mates at once, one in the pussy and one in the ass.

  The thought of fucking her with Dorian made my cock so hard my balls ached, increased my need. I never bothered to imagine that would be possible for me, but now? I wanted it. Wanted her spread wide, open and accepting of both our cocks. Begging for more. Completely mindless with pleasure as we both worshipped her body. A groan escaped me and Chloe wiggled in my arms. My vice-like grip tightened. If I moved, I’d lose control.

  “Seth,” she whispered my name, her voice like a soothing balm. There was no judgment there, just acceptance. And a need that rivaled my own. God bless the fucking collars. She knew. I didn’t have to say anything.

  I breathed deeply, my nose and lips pressed to her bare throat. “I want to know everything about you, Chloe. Everything. I need to know you. But right now…” How could I tell a woman I just met that I was on the edge of losing control, that the alien collar around my neck was making me insane with the lust of two powerful warriors, that if I moved at all, I might throw her down on the ground and rut into her like a crazed animal?

  Dorian leaned forward, his hands in fists pressed to the floor as he, too, fought for control. “By the gods, Seth, you’re going to drive us all mad.”

  I shook my head. I had a plan. I’d done nothing but think of how I would take her this first time. How we would talk to her, learn her, touch her slowly and build her need. I’d thought it through to the finest detail—where I would kiss her first, the words I would speak as I made her mine, the words I would give Dorian, my second, for making this possible for both of us. I owed him a great debt, for I would never have taken a bride alone.

  When her fingers lifted and fisted in my hair, when she turned her head and her mouth found mine, my plans evaporated like dust in the wind. It seemed the collars worked for her as well.

  “Kiss me. Fuck me. Rip off this stupid hospital gown and make me yours. I want you. I want you both. Now. Right now.” Chloe’s words detonated in my mind and before I could fight for an ounce of self-control, I ripped the gown from her body and claimed her mouth with my tongue and her hot, wet pussy with two fingers buried deep. I pumped into her, rubbing her clit hard and fast, without mercy, until she arched in my arms on a silent scream and her body pulsed, hot and tight, around my fingers.

  One. That was one. And she hadn’t screamed my name. Hadn’t begged.

  I was going to make her beg.

  Chloe

  * * *

  Oh. My. God.

  Seth’s tongue invaded my mouth, demanding and relentlessly tasting. Exploring. Owning me in a kiss. His fingers pushed deep, no foreplay, no teasing, and I arched my hips into his rough touch, needing this. Needing more.

  Behind me, I knew Dorian watched, listened, his presence and attention making me feel beautiful and sexy and oh-so-naughty. I loved knowing he was there, wanting to join in, watching us, devouring me with his eyes. I felt it through the collar. Where Seth was familiar and hot as hell in a very comforting way, Dorian was alien. Golden, like a lion. His hair and skin were beautiful. His features were sharper than a human’s, his teeth a bit more pointed, his eyes? Amber, like a cat’s, and intensely focused. His features were humanlike, but sharper, the angles of his nose and cheeks more distinct. Primitive and masculine in a way that made me feel very, very feminine. His raw lust pulsing through the collar added gasoline to an inferno and I broke, I shattered in seconds, my body not my own. I’d never come like that before. Not that easily or quickly. Or with such need.

  Seth’s hand stilled, pressed deep, holding me open and impaled on his thick fingers as he kissed me over and over, his hunger a drug that fed my own.

  Throwing my arm out to the side, I tangled it in Dorian’s long, golden hair and pulled him toward me, until his lips latched onto my nipple. Dorian growled, the sound shooting straight to my clit so that I cried out into Seth’s mouth as he suckled me, his free hand moving to my thigh, pulling my leg wide, to the side, open for Seth’s exploration.

  Seth lifted his head from mine. “Taste her pussy, Dorian. Taste her. I want to know if she’s sweet.”

  Dorian’s answer was a groan and he popped my nipple free to trail his lips over my side. He lingered for a few seconds when he discovered my scar, the foot-long tribute to my past, and Bruvan’s fuck-up, the mistakes I’d had to learn to live with. But he moved on quickly, pulling my leg wider and shifting me to settle it over his shoulder. My other leg remained on Seth’s thigh, my bottom in mid-air as Dorian lowered his mouth to hover over my pussy. The wet pussy where Seth’s fingers still stroked me deep, on the inside, driving me wild.

  As soon as Dorian was in position, Seth’s fingers slid up over my clit slowly, as he left me open for his second’s mouth.

  I thought Seth was lost in the moment, but I was wrong, as his fingers trailed up my side, tracing the scar there, the scar that Dorian had paused to study for no more than a second.

  His fingertips trailed over the wound lightly, a blast of protective pain coming through the collar, and I whimpered in response, tears threatening to overwhelm me as the emotional rollercoaster I was riding with
these two plummeted and rose with a speed and fury I had trouble containing.

  Seth continued his journey until that same hand was buried in my hair, holding me in place for the mastery of his kiss.

  I melted. Completely under his spell.

  And then Dorian’s mouth clamped onto my pussy, tongue going deep, then sliding free to suck and tease my clit. I was spread between them, held in place, I had no choice but to submit. To surrender.

  And the truth was, I didn’t want them to stop. I needed this just as much as they did.

  Dorian worked me to a second peak, my orgasm deeper, longer than the first frantic release. My toes curled and I could not stop the long, keening moan that drifted into the room as Dorian clamped down on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, two fingers buried in my pussy as I lost control once more.

  Even before I came back to myself, Seth tore his mouth from mine. “Dorian, take off your clothes and pull her into your lap. Fuck her.”

  Dorian’s lips trailed kisses over my inner thighs, his touch so gentle and reverent that I didn’t think to be embarrassed or ashamed of my reaction to them. To both of them. How could I when I knew just how they felt, what they desired through the collars? Dorian shook his head, his nose gently brushing the soft, sensitive skin. “No, Seth. By the law of Prillon Prime, as her Primary Mate, it is your right to claim her first, to get her with child. I can’t claim her pussy—”

  “I’m not Prillon, Dorian,” Seth countered. “I want to watch you fuck her. And that ass? I want to play while you do.”

  His words made Dorian shudder, but he didn’t argue. He stood at my feet and removed every ounce of his clothing in seconds. I stared up at him, at his ripped abs and non-stop chest muscles. His shoulders were huge. His thighs powerful. His cock? God, my pussy clenched and I couldn’t take my eyes from that hard, golden length. I wasn’t sure I could take it all. Take him. Take them together.

  But my body clenched in anticipation. Eager to try.

  “Chloe. Mate. Look at me.” Dorian stood, hands on his hips, watching me as I took him in, drank my fill of his gorgeous body.

  I met his gaze and waited.

  “I want to fuck you, Chloe. I am not your matched mate. I am your second, a second you didn’t request. I need to know if this is truly what you want.”

  There was no hesitation in me as the dream I’d had in the testing center came back to me full force. Two men. Wanting me. Loving me. Protecting me. Touching me. “Yes. Dorian. I want you. I want both of you.”

  That fast, he pulled me from Seth’s arms and crushed me to his chest. Lips found mine and he conquered my mouth with every bit as much fervor as Seth had. He was tall. Huge. My feet dangled around his knees as he held me suspended against his body. He was at least seven feet tall. Seth was big as well, probably six-four, but Dorian? He was huge. Shoulders. Chest. His hands covered nearly my entire back as I drowned in his kiss, tasted my desire on his lips.

  He turned us, but I paid no attention until he sat and pulled my legs wide, to either side of his hips. I straddled him, the top of his huge cock pressed to the opening of my empty pussy, and I held myself there, poised above him, my hands tangled in his hair, head thrown back in blatant invitation. I wanted his mouth on me, sucking my nipples as I took him deep.

  I didn’t need to ask. He bent low, arching me back so that he supported my weight as his lips clamped down on one breast.

  I reached down, around my bottom, twisting in his grasp to place his cock exactly where I wanted it. When I was sure he could not escape, I shifted. Took him in, inch by inch, his wide cock stretching me open with a burn that made me moan and wiggle, eager for more. I needed him deep. All the way. Stretching me wide. Filling me up.

  Using my inner muscles to squeeze and relax, I worked myself down onto his hard shaft until he was fully seated. My ass pressed to his thighs. As deep as I could take him.

  He released my breast from his mouth, threw his head back and growled, shifting on the bed, lifting his hips, driving even deeper.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck and held on as he bucked beneath me, his body hard as a rock, his cock filling me to the brink of pain. When I thought sure he was going to lose control, he stopped, his hands landing on my ass, pulling my cheeks wide. He opened me up and I gasped as something warm and wet pressed to my back entrance.

  “This ass is ours, Chloe. We’re both going to take turns fucking you here. Your pussy. Your mouth. You’re ours now.” Seth knelt behind me, his rapt attention on my bottom as Dorian held me open for him. I turned my head to find a box filled with an assortment of anal plugs of various sizes at his side. He held a smaller one out for my inspection, his brows raised, a question in his eyes, even as his finger pressed inside that delicate place, spreading a warm, oily substance inside me. Getting me ready.

  His finger worked slowly. Gently. Dorian’s soft words rumbled through my ear where it rested against his chest. “Relax, mate. Let him in. Give us everything. We will take care of you.” He petted me with his huge hands, running them up and down my back, his cock still buried deeply inside me. I was impressed he could hold himself still. If Seth weren’t playing with my ass, I doubted I’d be able to remain still. My inner walls clenched and squeezed Dorian’s cock.

  I met Seth’s eyes and nodded, before closing my eyes and turning to bury my face in Dorian’s hard chest. Breathed him in. He smelled wild, like forest and wind and the fury of a thunderstorm. I couldn’t define it, perhaps because he was not human, but his warmth and scent, his huge hands at my back made me feel safe. Protected.

  Cherished.

  Seth worked the plug inside me gently, breaching my tight hole with a soft pop that made me gasp and wiggle as my body adjusted to the invasion, the slight burn.

  But then?

  Fire.

  I was too full. Dorian’s cock suddenly even tighter in my wet, swollen core. I groaned as nerve endings I’d never known I possessed lit up like lightning, feeding my frenzy, my need. Seth’s eyes roamed my body, his need and primal satisfaction at what he’d just done making me feel primal and seductive and beautiful all at the same time. He felt my pleasure at what he’d done just as much as I’d sensed his satisfaction.

  “God, Dorian.” His name was a soft plea, and he answered, lifting me from his lap and pressing me back down hard and fast.

  “Turn her around,” Seth ordered.

  He didn’t wait for Dorian to comply, simply lifted me from Dorian’s lap and turned me so that I faced forward before lowering me over Dorian. By some kind of mutual understanding, he held me in place until Dorian placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy and lowered down. Fucked. I remembered the term was Reverse Cowgirl, but I doubted the woman had a plug in her ass or a second man in front of her. From behind, the plug in my ass was flat on the outside, but when it bumped Dorian’s abdomen, his cock pushing deep, it was like they were both fucking me. Filling me.

  My eyes were closed. My voice replaced by a primitive sound I didn’t know I was capable of making. Dorian held my hips, pushing up off the bed, fucking me from below as Seth knelt before me. His mouth locked onto my nipples and his fingers found my clit, stroking me to orgasm after orgasm as Dorian pumped into me from behind.

  Dorian’s release pushed me over the edge yet again, his huge cock pulsing inside me, his emotions raging through me like a flash flood. I whimpered and let the tide take me, my body no longer my own.

  The moment it was over, I was lifted from his arms, my back pressed to the soft mattress and Seth rising above me like an ancient god between my thighs.

  “Look at me.” It was a demand, no less.

  I fought for breath and met his gaze. Waiting. I wanted him inside me. Fucking me. Making me his. I needed him just as badly as I’d needed Dorian.

  When our gazes locked, Seth held steady, not letting me go, not letting me escape his claim as his hips rocked forward, filling me with his huge cock.

  I lifted my hips to meet him, spread my thig
hs to take him deeper. He felt huge like this, the plug still in my ass, Dorian on his side beside us, watching. Making me hot. Making me feel beautiful.

  “You’re mine, Chloe,” Seth murmured, shifting his hips to a fast cadence.

  “Yes.” There was nothing else to say as Seth pulled back and plunged deep. Hard.

  He collapsed on top of me, his hands entwined with mine, pumping into me until we both exploded again.

  When it was over, my mates lay on either side of me, each with a large hand pressed to my body. Covering me. Claiming me as Seth pulled a blanket over us all and we drifted to sleep.

  Chapter 6

  Chloe, Commander Karter’s Office

  * * *

  It was odd standing in a commander’s office in non-Coalition uniform. I was in a simple outfit of black pants and long-sleeved top. Comfortable, stretchy. Soft. No hard armor on them. No thigh holster. I felt more naked now than I was a short time ago when I was pressed between Seth and Dorian crying out their names with my pleasure. Again.

  They’d practically kept me locked away in our quarters the last two days. Stripping me. Fucking me. Feeding me everything from chocolate to exotic alien fruits I’d never tasted before. Bathing me and doing it all again. I had never been so pampered in my entire life.

  My pussy was a little sore—their cocks were impressive and it had been a while—and my nipples chafed against my utilitarian bra. I had a feeling they’d held back a little since we’d only just met. I had no doubt that as time went on, they’d get wilder. More demanding. Less careful of their precious, fragile mate.

  I couldn’t wait.

  God, had I been in the testing chair on Earth just two days ago? And now look at me. Staring down the massive Prillon commander of an entire battlegroup.

  Well fucked.