I felt her fight, felt her need, felt everything blasting at us. But then, as if she’d been holding on to a ledge with the tips of her fingers, she let go. Every line of her body softened, she even whimpered in relief.
“You,” she breathed.
Gods, she was gorgeous.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’ll keep me safe, know what I need and give it to me.”
“What else?”
“Let me be me, in bed and out.”
“That’s right, mate. You’ll go about your day knowing your mates are here for you. Waiting. Ready to kill for you, die for you. All because we love you.”
“We only spank you. We only fuck you. We only fill your ass,” Tyran said as he continued to stretch her. He held my gaze and nodded toward my hand. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to fill her pussy as he stretched her ass. It was time to make her scream with pleasure. “Because you’re ours and we know you enjoy it.”
I moved forward and reached under her to slowly slide two fingers deep into her wet core as she collapsed with a sob.
“I love you, Kristin” he repeated. “You’re mine.”
She came then, a soft rolling orgasm, a long plaintive moan accompanying it. It wasn’t like when we fucked her. No, that would come. This was a different kind of release, her body and mind giving over to us, succumbing and relenting. Loving it, us. Our dominance. Our acceptance of her as a strong and independent female.
Tyran stilled his thumb, let her savor the moment, for we felt it too. She was giving to us and we were giving to her.
When she caught her breath, she opened her eyes. Tyran leaned forward so he could look into her passion filled gaze. I saw the pale depths were filled with love. Felt it. If I were an Atlan beast, I’d beat my chest and roar.
“Claim me,” her voice was breathless, but the words were an order, no less.
I stilled, slipping my fingers free. Those were the words I’d longed to hear since she arrived on the transport pad. Tyran grinned as he slipped his thumb from her. “You are aware the Prillon custom of claiming involves an audience. Witnesses to the official act of us fucking your ass and pussy, filling you with our seed.
Her eyes widened, even with her cheek pressed into the bed. “No.”
“You don’t want us to claim you?” Tyran asked.
“Claim me, fuck me, but do it here. No audience. I don’t need a witness. I know you’re mine.” She turned her head so that her forehead was pressed into the mattress, waiting. “You’re both mine.”
He nodded once and glanced at me. This was another breach in protocol, but we were beyond caring about customs or rules. We only cared about her.
“God, you two are making me crazy. Do it. Claim me. As long as it’s right now.”
I reached up, undid the knot from the headboard, then loosened the portion about her wrists, freeing her. Helping her up so she was kneeling, I rubbed her arms and shoulders, easing the muscles. Tyran settled onto his back on the bed, waiting. I helped her climb over his lap, but he turned her around, facing away from him.
“I love seeing my handprints on your ass,” Tyran said, taking a hold of her hips and positioning her as he wanted, his cock nestled directly behind her.
“While we will not have witnesses,” he said. “But we will say the words. Do you accept our claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary mate?”
Kristin looked over her shoulder at Tyran, smiled at him. I felt a blast of love from the two of them.
“I accept your claim, warrior.” She said it to Tyran, then turned back and looked at me. “I accept your claim, too,” she repeated.
“Then we claim you in the rite of naming,” I said, finishing the honored words spoken by Prillon mates for centuries. “You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”
“As will I,” Tyran concluded.
“It’s time,” I told her. “Take his cock in your ass, mate. Tyran will help you. Once he’s deep inside, I’ll fill your pussy.”
She nodded once and lifted up, then, with Tyran’s hands on her for guidance, lowered her so his cock pressed against her ass. With Tyran having prepared the opening and the liberal application of lube, once Kristin took a deep breath and relaxed, she flowered open and his cock head slipped inside.
She groaned, then panted out her breaths as Tyran held her in place, keeping gravity from forcing her to be filled too quickly.
Reaching out, I brushed my thumb over a nipple, felt the softness of it as I watched it tighten. “You’re taking him beautifully, mate. Just know, my balls are aching just from watching his cock disappear inside you.”
She licked her lips and nodded once and Tyran knew to lower her down. Slowly, up and down he moved her, fucking her until he was in all the way and she was sitting on his lap.
I stroked my cock just from the thought of him buried within her.
“Ready for me, mate?”
Kristin puffed out a breath and gave me a shaky grin. I could see her clit protruding out and I licked my lips, the taste of her still on my tongue. “Yes, I want you in me, too.”
“Lean back,” I said and she placed her hands behind her on Tyran’s torso. The angle exposed her pussy to me.
Tyran widened his legs and I moved between, gripping my cock and guiding it to her entrance. She was just as wet and her juices coated my crown. I met her pale eyes, saw her arousal, felt her readiness for this.
Shifting, I slid in, but she was so fucking tight. There was almost no room for me, with Tyran’s cock pressing against mine through the thin membrane that separated us.
I held my breath as I worked my way in. I put one hand on the bed and leaned forward, our chests touching as I held her gaze and thrust deep.
“Yes!” she cried.
I groaned and Tyran’s hips thrust up of their own volition.
“We’re one, mate. It’s time to claim you.”
“Yes,” she repeated, then again and again, making it a mantra as we began to fuck her, alternating strokes and then, once we could no longer resist our basest needs, began to fill her with deliberate abandon.
She clenched me like a fist. A hot, wet, perfect fist. I wasn’t strong enough to last. I’d wanted this, dreamed of this moment while captured. I felt how much Kristin loved it through the collar, knew she was on the brink.
Tyran did, too, for he called out. “Come, mate. Come and we’ll follow, marking you with our seed.”
She arched her back and stilled, her eyes closed, her mouth open and she gave a throaty moan. I felt it in my bones, my heart, my balls. I couldn’t hold back, especially the way her pussy was rippling and squeezing me even further. My balls tightened, emptied of seed and it spurted into her in thick, hot pulses. Her pleasure ratcheted up mine. Mine pushed Tyran over and he came deep inside her ass.
“Ours,” Tyran called as he gripped her hips and filled her.
“Ours, I repeated as I knew we’d found the one perfect mate in all the universe. I watched as the collar about her neck changed from black to the Zakar blue. The claiming was complete. Yes, she was ours. Forever.
“Yours,” Kristin panted, perfectly placed between us.
Where she belonged.
Epilogue
Kristin
“All done?” Rachel asked, coming into the room designated as the new forensic lab. It was down the hall from Rachel’s space in the medical section of Base 3. Kiel and a few others worked with me daily to study evidence collected from the underground fortress. Almost every day, we returned there and mapped the labyrinth of tunnels. We found more evidence of the Hive every trip. Worse, we knew they weren’t gone. We hadn’t won. They’d just moved on. Every Base on the Colony had been alerted to the problem and Prime Nial had designated additional battleships to patrol the space between the Colony and Hive controlled space.
Everyone’s goal was to find Krael, to bring him to justice before he devis
ed any new evil plans.
It had been a full month since I’d arrived, since the warriors went missing. Three weeks since my claiming. My hand drifted to the collar, now blue to match my clothing and my mates’ collars. Once upon a time, I’d thought to tease Tyran by wearing orange or red or black. Any other color.
But the buzz of contentment he sent my way every time he or Hunt saw me wearing Zakar family colors killed the urge. Their happiness was my favorite drug.
While Tyran and Hunt weren’t thrilled with me being anywhere but at their sides, they recognized after they’d been rescued that stifling me wasn’t going to make me happy. Tyran had been right, the match meant I had to be myself, which was an independent woman. If they’d wanted a doormat, the Interstellar Brides Program would have given them one.
I nodded, turned off the light at my workstation. Rachel hooked arms with me and led me down the hall. “Good, our mates are waiting for us.”
We were to meet them in the communal dining area. I was eager to see them, to tell them my news. I’d sworn Doctor Surnen to secrecy, but he was practically glowing, so I knew he wouldn’t last long.
There hadn’t been a baby on the Colony, well, ever.
“Do they know?” she asked.
I nodded to an Atlan we passed, the glanced at Rachel. “I don’t know how they can’t. The dang collars don’t allow any secrets.”
“A woman should tell her men she’s having their baby on her own time, not because they’re damn mind readers.”
I’d thrown up in the lab the day before and Rachel had been the one to make me consider the possibility that I wasn’t sick, but pregnant. As soon as the thought entered my head, I knew it to be true.
I was hornier than ever—not that I’d told her that—and my breasts were tender. Sensitive. My mates still liked to tie me up and have their way with me. I loved it—of course they knew that, too—but they were proud of me for using my abilities to help the Colony. Just as Rachel had. And that acceptance was the last thing I’d needed. Everything inside me clicked into place and I’d never been happier, more content. I was so happy that I’d started waiting for the other shoe to drop.
No one could be this happy. It didn’t seem possible. I was still half afraid that this was all just a dream and I was going to wake up.
Things were too perfect. I could be assertive at work and submissive behind closed doors. I just had to wonder once they found out about the baby if they’d treat me differently. I didn’t want them to stop dominating me in bed. Their alpha attitudes made me so hot I lost my mind. I was half afraid they wouldn’t spank me, or fuck me, for fear of hurting me or our unborn child. I’d heard of men like that on Earth. Once their woman was pregnant, it freaked them out. Turned them off.
I’d die. I’d come to count on the heat constantly blazing from my mates’ eyes.
We entered the dining room. A number of warriors were in groups, eating and chatting. But my eyes were drawn only to my mates. They stood, along with Maxim and Ryston, at our arrival. While they nodded at Rachel, my mates only had eyes for me as well.
“Have something you want to tell us?” Hunt asked.
I looked to Rachel, who was being pulled into Ryston’s arms as Maxim kissed the top of her head.
“Mind readers.” She laughed, rolled her eyes, then gave her attention to her mates.
Hunt took me by the arm, led me out of the room and down the hall. “Where are we going? I thought we were having dinner with the others.”
Tyran scooped me up into his arms, held me close. “I think there’s something you want to tell us. Something small, but getting bigger by the minute.”
I saw the heat in his gaze, the love, felt both blast me through the collar. I was glad he held me, for Hunt’s emotional assault was powerful.
“Oh,” I gasped, tugged at the collar. “You already know?” A shadow of disappointment hovered. I’d wanted to surprise them. I really, really did.
“Say it,” Tyran said.
I looked to him, then glanced at Hunt, who stood in front of us, his gaze blazing with just as much love and heat. I was sheltered between them.
“We’re having a baby.”
Hunt whooped for joy, surprising warriors who passed.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “This doesn’t mean I won’t be working, or that you’ll be carrying me like this everywhere for the next nine months,” I grumbled.
Tyran carried me in the direction of our quarters with Hunt walking alongside. “We will not hold you back, mate. But you must not take risks.”
Hunt scowled. “I will discuss this with Kiel. We will double her guard.”
Tyran nodded. “Good. I will speak with the governor and cut back her hours.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” I smacked Tyran on the shoulder and Hunt on the chest, stretching to reach him. “Women work and have babies all the time.” When they both grinned, the joke was up. “You two are terrible.”
I’d fought long and hard for my independence. I probably would rest more as I got bigger. I had no idea just how big a Prillon baby might be, but based on my mates, I was guessing a healthy ten pound bundle of joy wasn’t an unlikely outcome.
Hunt reached over and brushed his finger along my cheek. “You know we just want you to be safe.”
“I know. I’m careful.”
“You better be.” Tyran practically growled, but I felt the swirl of contentment between all three of us. This was what I’d wanted when I walked into the testing center all those months ago. Men who loved me, protected me, respected me. Made me whole, just as I did for them. And a baby? That was my bonus prize.
“But I don’t want you to be too careful,” I insisted, and let my hardcore lust for my mates blast them through the collars. Tyran’s step faltered, but he recovered quickly.
“Don’t worry. This doesn’t mean we won’t tie you to the bed and have our way with you.”
My sensitive nipples hardened. They knew how much I liked that, submitting and giving myself to them, just as they gave every part of themselves to me in return.
“Yes, please,” I replied.
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