I had no idea what they were talking about. But yes, I wanted kids. If they were both mine, then no, it didn’t matter, did it? “No. I don’t care which one of you is the biological father.”
Hunt’s swift intake of breath made me smile. I’d pleased him, and his happiness danced through my collar like fizzing champagne, making my head spin. I’d turned into a mind reader with the collar. No, a feelings reader.
I liked this collar. I didn’t have to try to explain things to my mates. They would feel what I felt.
About a gazillion Earth divorces could probably be averted by this technology.
“You want to be fucked, mate?” Tyran asked, stripping off his clothes as he did so.
I nodded my head, watched with avid and eager eyes as his glorious body was revealed.
“Then down on your hands and knees. Show us that round ass and perfect pussy.”
* * *
Hunt
I watched our mate do as Tyran commanded and my cock grew harder, the pain welcome as she sank, naked, to her hands and knees. She was so small but perfect, short blonde hair caressing her jaw as her full, heavy breasts swung below her. Her ass was bare and round, the glistening lips of her wet pussy an eager sign of welcome she could not deny.
She was lustful, hot for her mates. And Tyran’s orders were fuel to her sexual fire.
Tyran had always been a strong warrior, a leader in his own quiet way, but he’d been content to remain off to the side, quietly observing life upon our return from the Hive. I knew he had this in him, but he never showed it. Now? I hadn’t expected his outlet, his need for control, would come through with our mate.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I was surprised when Kristin didn’t punch him in the face at his dominance. Instead, I felt her need for it, her arousal at his commands, the peace she felt at doing his bidding. She wanted him in control. I felt the moment she relinquished her own, handed it to him like a gift. To both of us. When I watched Kristin’s breathing hitch and her eyes darken with desire, I could not argue with his heavy-handed commands.
“Strip, Hunt, and lie down on your back next to her.”
“What?” I tore my gaze from our mate’s creamy skin to stare at Tyran. While my cock hardened at his command over our mate, having him give me orders was something new. It was unexpected and the tone of that one word question proved it.
“You heard me, second. Get on your back and free your cock. Give our eager little mate what she needs.”
By the gods, that tone of voice was something new. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted to do exactly what he told me. I wanted her riding me, my cock buried deep in her mouth, her ass or her pussy. I didn’t care which. I wanted to taste her, as he had. The scent of her arousal was nearly driving me mad with lust. Looking at her on her hands and knees before me? I was going to come before I even got inside her.
I stripped out of my pants and tunic quickly, then took my time as I inspected our new mate. My fingers trailed along her back and shoulder, over the curve of her hip as I circled her. Her skin was so pale, such a different color than a Prillon’s. Soft and warm. I didn’t do as he bid, but instead remarked, “Our mate is beautiful, Tyran.”
She whimpered, leaning into my touch, and I felt like a conqueror.
“On your back, Hunt. Our mate’s pussy is empty.”
I had no idea what Tyran had in mind, and I didn’t care, content to participate as long as our mate seemed eager, and I got what I wanted. Her.
Lying on my back on the hard floor of the transport room, I didn’t care that we were in a very public place with no cushion or bed beneath us. I reached over to caress one of her full breasts, the soft globe heaven in my palm. It was full and plush, heavy and the perfect handful.
“Pinch her nipple.” Tyran walked around us now, his full body armor a stark contrast to our naked forms. “Pinch it hard, Hunt. Make sure she knows who she belongs to.”
I hesitated until I saw Kristin’s eyes heat at his words, her nipples harden into eager pebbles against my palm. I felt her consent, saw it when she arched her back, pressed her breast more fully into my hand. I pinched and she gasped.
“Again.”
I did as commanded and Kristin moaned. Tyran leaned over, tangled his fingers in her short hair, tilting her head back and lifting her lips to his for a brutal kiss. He didn’t caress her mouth with his own, he dominated, devoured her as I watched, my cock growing painful as I pinched and played with her breasts.
Tyran’s lust blasted me through the collars, his need to control all consuming. Hers swirled around me next. “Now, mate, face away from Hunt and fill that wet pussy with his cock.”
“You want reverse cowgirl?” she asked, looking confused.
I had no idea what she meant. Her words made no sense. What was a cowgirl?
In response, Tyran lifted her over me, easily moving her as he wished, her so small and agile. Perching her, he waited until she parted her knees and then settled her over my hips, turned so her back was to me, the perfect round spheres of her ass mine to admire as she faced away.
“Do what you’re told and you’ll get exactly what you want. What we know you need.”
Her wet pussy rubbed the length of my cock and we both moaned, her slick essence coating me. Marking me.
“If you disobey, I’ll spank you until your ass is on fire. Do you understand, mate?”
Her pussy dripped at his warning.
“Yes.” The one word was nearly a whimper of need and I tried to ignore the part of my mind that was trying to figure out exactly what the fuck was happening here. I’d envisioned spreading our mate between us—on a bed—loving her long and slow and deep, not scaring or overwhelming her with our massive frames or large cocks. But our little human didn’t appear to be frightened. Not in the least. No, she was needy and desperate, her arousal and keen interest like a drug as it reached me through the collar. Addictive. She was addictive, and I hadn’t even kissed her yet.
“Fuck him, mate. Take him deep.”