I tore my gaze from the men and turned my head to look around. The room was about the size of a two-car garage and utilitarian. I recognized the shiny black flooring and green grid of a transport pad from pictures I’d seen at the Interstellar Brides Processing center. A control station stood a few feet away, empty. I was alone in the room with two aliens, wearing nothing but a blanket as they stared at me like they couldn’t wait to get me naked and fill me with their cocks.
And holy shit, that made me hot.
“Greetings, mate. I am Tyran.” The man holding me rumbled, nuzzling the side of my head with his nose, breathing me in, his dark head a stark contrast to the pale skin of my shoulder where it peeked out from under the blanket.
Mate? Oh, wow. My entire body tensed as the reality processed. I’d known this was going to happen, but talking to the pleasant yet professional Warden Egara on Earth about taking on two dominant warriors of Prillon Prime as mates was one thing. Being here with their massive, powerful bodies towering over me?
I shivered, growing wet as they stared.
Toto, I’m not in Kansas anymore.
Hell, I’m not even on Earth anymore.
“Hello,” I said, my voice a little rough. I cleared my throat and said it again.
Both of them grinned at me, but the second man answered this time, the golden one, his finger moving from my cheek to my bottom lip. “Hello, mate. I am Hunt. Your second.”
The words caused the man holding me to squeeze, my two mates glancing at one another for a long moment as something passed between them I didn’t understand. As if by mutual consent, they both turned and made me the center of attention once more. Tyran held me still and although I’d been in his arms for a long time, he didn’t appear strained at all. That meant either I’d lost weight in transport, or he was much bigger and stronger than I first thought. I looked up at him, wiggling to get out of his arms, but he didn’t set me down, shaking his head instead.
“I am Captain Tyran, mate. I am your Primary Male. Do you understand what that means?” he asked.
I thought of my conversation with Warden Egara. Oh, yes. I knew all about what this meant. He was my match, my perfect match. And Hunt was the warrior he’d chosen to help him take care of me, to have children with, to be a family. It meant two lovers making a Kristin sandwich. I shivered and licked my lips. “Yes.”
He smiled then, watching my mouth as I rubbed my lips together, nerves getting the better of me. “I am yours, mate. And I admit, I am very pleased to see you.” He looked at me with dark chocolate eyes, eyes I could get lost in. “Hunt is my second. He is yours as well.”
Hunt smiled at me, but the look on his face was somehow softer. They were both rugged, but Hunt lacked the hard edge I sensed in Tyran, even though he had a silver eye. I wondered why Tyran was here, on the Colony. On first glance, he didn’t appear to have any Inspector Gadget parts at all.
“Am I on the Colony?” I wondered. I looked around and all I could see beyond the men’s large bodies was a transport room. But Tyran looked all too normal—well, normal for an alien.
“You are,” Tyran answered.
The thought of what was going on under his heavy black clothing was territory a bit too dangerous for me to traverse at the moment, so I changed the subject. “God, I can’t believe I just traveled to another planet. It’s a little unreal.”
While he didn’t smile, I saw warmth in his eyes. They didn’t hold mine, but roved over my face as if studying me. I didn’t blame him, for I was doing the same thing to both of them, my gaze darting back and forth like a ping-pong ball, trying to come to grips with the fact that these two men were mine. Forever. No dating. No figuring things out. I was basically married already, and I barely knew their names.
“It was an incredibly long way and transport can be difficult if one is not prepared. Do you feel well?” Hunt asked. I could tell already he was going to be the considerate one, the one who noticed if I was hungry or cold or just needed some alone time. He made me feel safe. Cherished. Protected.
But Tyran? He looked at me like he was debating which part to bite first, and I couldn’t stop the visceral reaction to his caveman attitude. His eyes were focused like lasers, dark with lust. Raw. Animal. Lust.