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.
Me. Lucy. Their—
“Mate.” The word burst from me. I’d meant to say Nik’s name, or just yell or scream or groan. But I’d finished my thought aloud, and Nik’s reaction was like a nuclear explosion inside my mind.
His fingers dug into my hips as he locked me to him. Sam came again, his hot seed splashing on my lower back. His release triggered another orgasm in me. Nik growled as the culmination of the sensations we all felt through the collars went from coherent lust to something wilder. He’d held himself off until both Sam and I found release, until our feelings were built layer upon layer and they burst through our minds like a flash flood breaking a dam.
Nik came on a shout, filling me with his seed. I came again with him, my pussy eager to spasm and pulse, so close to the edge for so long the orgasm never seemed to stop.
I’d been right in my words. Adding Nik and Sam’s pleasure to my own had been too much. The last I remembered before I passed out was Nik and Sam gently cleaning me before I was tucked snuggly between them. Right where I was supposed to be.
8
Niklas, Coalition Transport Ship, Location Unknown
Lord Ander, Sambor and I materialized standing next to one another, the transport beacon on my chest buzzing with energy as I scanned the cargo area, making sure that Gwen and her mate, Makarios from Rogue 5, had not yet arrived.
The room was empty except for Dr. Helion, who held an ion pistol pointed in our direction. We were safe on a Coalition ship and in a rarely used section for this fairly clandestine meeting, but he still was clearly wary. He didn’t trust anyone, even us, whom he’d been expecting. Gods, he’d been the one who wanted this meeting. While Ander had been able to make it happen, the location wasn’t IC Command, and Helion lacked control. He seemed to hate that.
Fascinating. I had never seen this side of him, and I was suddenly very curious as to who had inspired such emotion.
“As I said yesterday, my mate was trying to help arrange this meeting,” Ander said. “She was successful. Although I am grateful, I would prefer to be in her bed, not standing in a cold cargo hold in deep space.” This was the second day in a row our duties to the Coalition had taken him from her side during her birthing day celebrations.
I could relate since Sambor and I had been pulled from Lucy’s bed as well. Normally I lived for my work. This was the first time the thrill in my blood was directed at going home rather than going out on the next mission.
“Gwendolyn Fernandez of Earth and Makarios of Kronos Legion will arrive shortly.” Dr. Helion settled his weapon back into its holster on his thigh.
Good. Because just behind me, Sambor had his own weapon leveled at Helion… just in case. Sambor liked a good laugh, but when it came to fighting, he was ruthless. Which was just one of the reasons I’d chosen him so long ago to be my second. He protected me with expert precision, and he would protect Lucy the same way.
Our mate did not lack bravery, but hers was of a different sort.