Chapter Fifteen
Maxim, three days later
“I am ready to be claimed,” Rachel said.
Those words stopped me. My legs, my mind. But it stirred my cock. Every Prillon male waited to hear a female say those words. I am ready to be claimed.
By doing so, Rachel would be ours, forever. Her collar would change color from black to copper. Match Ryston’s and mine. It would be a signal to everyone that she was Lady Rone officially, that she’d accepted us, wanted us. No, fuck, needed us and never wanted to let us go.
Ryston must have had the same thoughts. While I felt his surprise and blatant eagerness through the collar, his words confirmed it. “What do you mean, Rachel? Claim? To become ours permanently? To be fucked by both of us, to take our seed deep inside you? To connect us as one? We must be sure.”
She bit her lip, then nodded. “Yes. Claim me.”
I sensed her nerves, however beneath that was an unwavering confidence. “You are unsure about something.”
Her fingers went to the black collar about her neck. I longed for the moment when it would turn the color of copper fire, the color of my family. Mine.
“I want to be yours. Both of yours. I even want you to both fuck me at the same time. But I’m nervous about it. I mean…you’re both so big.”
A deep breath escaped and so did all my worries. I’d spent a full day in a ReGen pod and another day resting. Ryston and Rachel had been careful with me, but today, Rachel seemed to be done with her coddling. I was well again, no traces of the activated tissue remained. She’d saved me. While Krael had gotten away, slipped off before the truth was discovered, he’d transported off planet. We knew of the plot now, knew the evil existed and we’d watch for it. For now though, peace had returned to the Colony. And my mate wanted to be claimed. Who was I to deny her?
“You do not need to flatter us, mate. We are already yours.”
She rolled her eyes and grinned, then bit her lip again. “What if I can’t do it? Take you both, I mean.”
Ryston moved to stand before her, to stroke a finger down her cheek. “I have prepared you well, have I not? The plugs, my fingers? You can take Maxim’s cock and the biggest plug in the set at the same time.”
She glanced down at Ryston, as if she could see his cock through his armor. “But you are much bigger.”
Ryston grinned. “I am. You will have to trust us in this.”
Her earnest dark gaze met my second’s.
“Do you trust your mates to take care of you? In all things—including your pleasure?”
She looked to me and I saw the wariness clear away. All that was left was eagerness and arousal. “I do.”
I nodded once and my cock throbbed. She wanted us. Needed us. Trusted us.
“Then I will see to the ceremony,” Ryston said, stepping away and leaving the suite. The door slid silently closed behind him.
“Ceremony?” she asked, then pointed to the bedroom. “Can’t we just go in there and, well, get it on?”
I laughed then. While there hadn’t been much that held humor since her arrival on the Colony, she lightened my mood, eased my emotions. Settled me. Saved me.
“When a Prillon warrior claims his mate with his second, the ceremony is a public event.”
“A public event?” she repeated, her voice rising with each word.
“It is witnessed by those honored to be chosen by the warriors, trusted friends who will bless and protect their union. But for us, there will be no privacy, for I am Governor of this base. As leader, my bonding ceremony must be open to all. I must take the acceptance and blessing of all who would offer it.”
“The collar will change color.” She brushed her fingers over it. “Isn’t that enough for everyone to know I’ve been claimed?”
I shook my head. “It is the right of all Prillon citizens to witness our mating, to see the strength of our bond and trust that both my mate and my second are worthy. Worthy to lead this base, to help rule the Colony.”
“Yes, but they don’t need to see me taking you…Ryston, I mean, it’s private!”
Yes, having my cock sink deep into her dripping pussy while Ryston claimed her virgin ass for the first time was private. But it was also the ultimate act of our bond, her surrender an important part of the ritual, public proclamation that she belonged to us. That out of all the females in the universe, she was ours. Spilling our seed in her only told everyone on the Colony that she was taken, that no one could ever come between us. No one would doubt our union. Ever.