“No. You have your thirty days to decide whether or not to accept my claim as your Primary Male. Once you choose to remain with us, we will have an official claiming ceremony. Should you decide to choose another male, the Brides Program will match you to another male for thirty days—” I couldn’t miss the anger and frustration in his voice and I realized that Warden Egara had already told me all of this. I’d just forgotten. “—If that occurs, he, too, will give you a collar.” Tyran blinked slowly and I felt like a bunny staring at a hungry fox. “He would be a fool not to mark you for all to see. I am not a fool.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat, both intimidated and turned on by his intensity. “What does the claiming ceremony involve?”
Tyran walked closer, bending down so his hot breath fanned my ear. “I will fuck your pussy and Hunt will fuck your ass. We will all come at the same time, all three of us, our seed deep inside you, marking you as ours.”
Oh. My. God. That was hot. And really, really dirty.
Tyran lifted his hand and held a black collar out to me. He was letting me choose. He wasn’t forcing me. I could say no and deep down I knew they’d be okay with that, at least until we talked it out some more.
He might be the dominant one, but I had the power. They could do nothing about me refusing the collar. They could do nothing if I refused them. All Tyran had said he wanted to do was give me pleasure. And I was balking?
I took the collar in my hand. It wasn’t heavy, but it was cool to the touch. Lifting my hands, I put it about my neck. The ends touched at my spine and I felt them somehow join. Then the collar shrank as if it had gotten wet. It stopped once it was snugly around the base of my neck. I lifted my hand to feel the fabric, but it seemed to have meshed with my skin, the transition from flesh to ribbon nearly seamless.
A strange tingling started beneath the collar, spreading up and down my spine. A few seconds later, emotions flooded my body. Arousal. Hope. Pain. Longing. Loneliness.
Lust. Need. Desire.
My knees buckled and Hunt caught me before I crumbled to the floor.
“Oh my god!” I cried out when I felt. “What’s going on?”
I hugged myself, all at once aroused more than I’d ever imagined. My nipples hardened, my skin became sensitive. My pussy clenched and my clit swelled. My knees almost buckled from the intensity of the feelings rushing through my body.
Hunt pulled me into his arms and I whimpered. “The collars. They create a special connection between the three of us. You are feeling what we feel.”
I shuddered as the walls of my pussy clenched. Their desire. Mine. I had no idea and I no longer cared.
“I’m going to come,” I replied, practically squirming in his hold. I was rubbing my legs together, trying to work my clit. My nipples pressed against the rough fabric of his shirt.
Tyran dropped to his knees before me, gripped my hip with one big hand, hooked his other behind my knee and lifted it over his shoulder. I didn’t have a second to wonder what he was doing before he put his mouth on me, suckling my clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.
I came almost instantly, my hand tangled in and tugging at his dark hair. My head fell back against Hunt’s shoulder and my eyes closed with the intensity of it. I felt it in my clit, in my empty pussy, but I also felt their desire. Tyran’s ruthless need to push me. Hunt’s slow burn, a desire to take his time, make me come again and again.
When I could open my eyes, I saw Hunt watching me with a mixture of desire and awe. I’d never come so quickly before in my life. And I wanted more. I was still eager, still needy. I needed to be fucked. I wasn’t sure if it was my horny desperation I was feeling or theirs.
I didn’t care.
“Fuck me, please.” I wasn’t filled with shame now. No, now I wanted to be filled with the rock-hard length of my mate’s cock.
Tyran stood and I saw the glistening sign of my desire on his mouth, his chin. He licked his lips but didn’t wipe the rest away.
“You aren’t in charge, Kristin.”
“Tyran.” It was the first time I’d spoken his name, and it felt right coming from me in that breathless, imploring tone. I needed him to fuck me. I needed them to touch me. I needed more. I whimpered. Hunt’s grip around my waist tightened at the sound, even as Tyran responded.
“I know. We know. We feel your need through the collar as well. We know exactly what you need.”
“I can’t fuck your pussy, mate,” Hunt whispered his own dirty words in my ear as he lifted one hand to cup the full weight of my breast. “It’s the Primary Mate’s right to fill you with his seed, give you the first child. I will take your ass, but not today. We have to get you ready first.”
“No, Hunt.” Tyran’s denial was confusing. Hunt must have thought so as well.
“What are you saying?” Hunt asked.
“We aren’t on Prillon Prime. They’ve abandoned us to the Colony. We will adhere to Prillon custom and wear the collars and take a mate together, we’ll both fuck her as she wants.”
“But the first child is yours by right,” Hunt replied.
“Any child will be ours. It matters not whose seed takes root. Does it, mate?”