“Perhaps your Earth customs have made you think this way. As Prillon, I am not exposing you to them to shame you. I am showing everyone my mate, that I am proud to claim you with Ryston, that you belong to me, to us. I am proud of you, Rachel of Earth. You are mine and I want everyone to know it. To be envious of me. To covet you as much as I do.”
She stepped away, walked in a circle, then again. I sensed her thoughts, her wariness of the claiming ceremony. I wanted her to be proud to share the bond between us with everyone on Base 3. I wanted her to step up to the ceremonial bed eager to prove the closeness of our bond, that she wanted us and no others. Fucking us while being watched left no doubt that she was ours. Never would there be a doubt.
As soon as those thoughts settled in my mind she stopped, turning to me.
“Yes. All right.”
Tipping up her chin, she met my gaze. “I understand. I admit, I am thankful for the collars. They should be on Earth because without them, I doubt I would ever understand the depths of your male mind. So complex and yet, simple. You aren’t giving me to everyone like a cheap gift. You are treasuring me and showing the people what I mean to you.”
I sighed. “Yes, mate. Exactly. It is not law and you can refuse.” I angled my chin toward the bedroom. “Ryston can return and we will claim you privately. Trust me, we will enjoy it immensely.”
Shaking her head, she said, “No. This is important to you, to all of us. I trust you to keep me safe.”
“Then let’s get you prepared.”
She frowned. “What does that involve?”
My cock grew impossibly thicker and my balls ached, full of my seed that was just for her. “Strip, mate.”
***
Rachel
Ryston had been quick in arranging the claiming ceremony. To say I was nervous was a complete understatement. The idea of finally taking both my men, and at the same time, was so damn hot that it almost made me forget I was going to be doing it with a whole bunch of people watching. Almost.
But I trusted my mates. Sensed their need for this. Maxim had been correct, my upbringing had me put a certain spin on the act. It felt as if they wanted to have their friends get off at my expense, to see them take me, fuck me in such a dark and dirty way. Earth people would consider me a slut and think the act cheap. I was a whore to be put on display.
On the Colony, with Prillon warriors? It was nothing of the sort. I’d learned immediately that I was not to be devalued. In fact, my mates elevated me, made me more respected, more revered here on the Colony than I’d ever been on Earth.
I was wanted, not only for my body—my mates had told me again and again how much they desired me—but for my mind as well. I was an asset here. I wasn’t going to be framed for a crime I didn’t commit. I wasn’t going to have my ideas stolen. All of the warriors, while extremely alpha and dominant—I swear they’d all been born in caves—were also the least chauvinistic bunch. Yes, they were chivalrous, but in a way that endeared me to all of them.
If they knew what was happening with women on Earth, I had no doubt they’d be the first to wave signs in protest.
But this wasn’t Earth. This was the Colony and my men wanted me. I wanted them. I wanted them to claim me. Finally. There was no backing out. No changing my mind. I wanted my collar to be copper like theirs. I wanted both of them to fuck me at the same time.
Maxim groaned at that last thought. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to them feeling my thoughts. But it did help. They knew while I was nervous about this all, I wanted it, too.
I wanted the men to show me off, to show off the bond between us.
“She is ready,” Ryston said, coming up to me.
After I’d stripped as Maxim requested, he’d wrapped a heavy robe about my shoulders, covering me completely, leading me down the hall and to a big room. Yes, this was a claiming room, all right. It was like a theater with the stage in the center, seats in a full circle all the way around. But in the center was not a stage, but a bed. A big bed with black sheets, silky and soft. The room was warm, which was good since I had a feeling I would soon be completely naked. I glanced at the warriors who were quietly watching from the seats. Waiting.
Ryston took hold of my chin, forced his eyes to meet mine. “There is no one else here. Only us.”
Maxim took his hands from my shoulders and came around to stand next to his second. Their large bodies blocked out everything, although the soft murmuring continued. I could hear the voices joining together in a whispered chorus of Claim her. Claim her. Claim her.
“We can do this in private,” Maxim offered again. “No one will think less of you.”
They were so generous. This was important to them. Sharing this ceremony, proudly making me theirs. They’d done so much for me, this would be something I could easily do for them. It wasn’t going to be painful. Quite the opposite, in fact.
“No. I want this.” I looked from one mate to the other. “I want both of you.”
I sensed their pleasure in those words and knew this was right.
Maxim’s shoulders went back as he took my hand. “Do you accept my claim, mate?” His voice was loud so everyone in the room could hear. Silence descended. “Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary male?”
I expected the first questions, but not the last. The idea made me worry.