Chapter Seven
Hunt
This was insane. She’d arrived just a few minutes ago. We were total strangers except for the subtle familiarity from the testing and the awareness through the collars. I’d envisioned coaxing, wooing, teasing to get her into our bed. We hadn’t even left the transport room and she was sliding her soaked pussy all over my cock.
Tyran paced, walking around us like a perfectionist inspecting his work. I closed my eyes when Kristin’s small hand wrapped around the head of my shaft and positioned me at her hot, wet core. I gritted my teeth as she slid down my hard length, enveloping my body in her slick heat. She was so tight, a perfect fit.
I knew my pleasure must have transmitted to Tyran through the collars when he groaned and pulled the armor from his chest and shoulders, dropping it to the floor in a forgotten heap. His eyes blazed as he watched, kneeling between my legs, his gaze transfixed on the wet slide of her pussy as she lifted and sank down, my cock glistening with her juices.
“Good girl. Fuck him. Ride him. Take his seed. Make him give it to you. It’s all for you.”
My balls drew up, tight and heavy and ready to explode from the slick friction, the milking of her inner walls, but I held back, not ready for this to be over. Gods, I never wanted this to be over. Kristin rode me, her luscious curves a vision I could not tear my gaze from. I knew when Tyran stood and stripped the rest of his armor and boots. Knew our mate watched him, that the sight of his naked body gave her pleasure, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a fist pumping me, owning me.
Tyran stepped forward, his complete focus on our mate’s face as he held his cock in front of her mouth. For a split second, I worried she’d not like the idea of sucking his cock, but I was found wrong when she opened her mouth.
“Carefully work your thumb into her ass, Hunt. Stretch her open as I fill her throat with my cock.” He studied Kristin. “Do you want all your holes filled, mate?”
I blinked, shocked at his crude words, his lack of finesse in seducing our mate. But raw lust blasted me through the collar. Not his, hers. She nodded.
She wanted this. Wanted him like this. Wanted me to touch her, open her, play with her ass. Fuck her. I was to have all of her, and Tyran hadn’t played with her yet, other than that one, hard kiss. He was her Primary Mate. His seed should fill her, create the first child as was Prillon custom. It was his right. It wasn’t law, but the tradition went back centuries. “Tyran, you’re her Primary. I don’t think—“
“When we’re with our mate, I’m in charge. Do it, Hunt.” Tyran moved closer and our mate’s mouth opened eagerly. She leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth like he was her favorite treat and she’d been starving for months. He wrapped his hands in her hair and moved, pulling back, pushing forward until I knew he was so deep down her throat she wouldn’t be able to breathe.
I felt his pleasure through the collar, knew Kristin felt powerful in her ability to give that to him.
His dominance seemed to excite our mate, for she lifted her hips and slammed down on my cock, hard, opening her legs wider, taking me so deep the head of my cock bumped the hard tip of her womb with each firm stroke. The shockwave was like lightning through my body and I trembled beneath her, unable to think or deny her. This was incredible, nothing like I ever imagined.
My hands found her ass and I spread her open, gratified as she groaned, not hiding her need. I pressed into her slowly, spreading the wet heat of her arousal around my thumb until I was certain I could fill her without hurting her.
I worked my thumb carefully inside, massaging the circle of her tight muscles as she squeezed me, pussy and ass clamping down like a vise as Tyran stretched her mouth wide with his cock.
Kristin squeezed me, deep inside, using muscles only a woman can master to drive me out of my mind. I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t do anything but succumb. My balls drew up in a tight explosion and I came, filling her with my seed as my shout filled the small chamber.
Tyran’s satisfaction was palpable, and as much as I didn’t understand his need to be in command of all three of us, I had no desire to argue, not when our mate’s pussy was spasming around me with her own release. I felt her come around my thumb as her entire body pulsed and exploded. Her scream was muffled by Tyran’s cock and he groaned.
Pulling free of her mouth, Tyran didn’t even let her catch her breath. He lifted her off me and I let her go, curious where his wild claiming would go next.
“Sit up, Hunt.”
I was done arguing, or trying to figure him out. I sat, and Tyran turned Kristin about to face me, then lowered her to her knees in front of me. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her pink lips swollen and plump from the pressure of being wrapped around his cock.
He fell to his knees behind her and with a quick shift of his hips, thrust his cock up into her pussy. She gasped, her head thrown back to rest on his chest even as her arms reached for me to steady her.
“Yes. God. Do it. Fuck me.” Her demand was silky and hoarse, her skin flushed a dark rose as he filled her, thrusting over and over hard enough to make her breasts bounce and her breath catch in her throat. She looked at me, her pale eyes blurry, yet intense. She saw me, felt me. Felt both of us.
“Suck her tits. Play with her clit. But if she talks again, makes any demands, stop.”
My lips were around her nipple, sucking her deep, before he’d finished talking. I felt the little bud harden on my tongue. And gods, she tasted even better than I’d hoped, all soft and feminine and mine.
I couldn’t stop the growl that came from my throat as I thought the word. She might be matched to Tyran, but she was still mine. My seed coated her pussy, easing his way. My hands were on her body. She was trapped between me and Tryan, and I realized it didn’t matter who was first and who was second. She was ours.
Dropping one hand to her wet folds, I found the sensitive nub and stroked her, pinched and plucked, careful to pull back, to stop before she could find release until she bucked against Tryan’s arm around her waist, desperate for something Tyran had not decided to give her yet. Yes, I saw what Tyran was doing, pushing her to the brink of pleasure, making it stronger, more intense, amazing.
She whimpered, her hands clawing at my chest, leaving marks I would wear like badges of honor. No ReGen wand would be allowed to heal them. Should the doctor try, he’d receive a fist to his face. They were mine, as she was.
“Do you want to come, mate?”
“Yes. Please!” She tried to use her legs to gain leverage, but Tyran was too strong, his arm banding about her waist, holding her to him, holding her up. Holding her exactly where he wanted her. An Atlan beast couldn’t defeat him in raw strength. Our small, fragile female had no hope of breaking his hold, or his will.