The men moved faster, unrelenting, fucking me and alternating their motions, keeping the feelings of bliss alive, making my pleasure linger and linger until I had no breath left and I exploded again, the sharp tug of my mate’s hand in my hair holding me in place like iron shackles, my only physical anchor. I could not pull free, could not escape their possession, could do nothing but accept the dominant thrusts of their cocks as they claimed me with a hunger that drove my own. I spiraled again, so close, my body not yet satisfied, and whimpered a denial as I felt them stiffen and swell, fill me to the brink, then come.
Their seed spurted hotly into me, so much so that it seeped out, coated me. Them. We were one, united, and I’d been the one to do it, to create this family. They were mine.
The mate at my back licked my neck, tasting the glistening moisture their attentions had wrung from me. “Good girl, showing everyone how your mates bring you pleasure. There is no question that you belong to us. You want us, need us, just as much as we need you.”
I felt the man before me sit up, strong and powerful muscles rippling beneath my palms. His mouth crushed my lips in a searing kiss as I felt the man behind me nibble my ear, my neck, gently bite down on my shoulder. The pain made my hips jerk and I slid down, drove both of their cocks deeper inside me as I surrendered completely, trapped between them. Worshipped by both.
“Mate,” they repeated, over and over. Neither pulled out. Neither softened within me. I knew we weren’t done. We’d fuck again and all I could say was…
“Please.” I needed them to hurry. To move. To bite me. Spank me. Fuck me like they’d never get enough. I was still on the edge, my appetite for them nowhere near appeased. “Please, hurry.”
“Miss Webster.”
That voice was annoying, and didn’t belong to my mates. I ignored it, focusing on the heated bodies surrounding me. I needed more. Why weren’t they moving? Talking? Fucking me? Making me theirs. Making me feel.
“Please,” I begged again. “Give it to me. Both of you.”
“Miss Webster!”
It wasn’t a man’s voice who was talking now, but a woman’s, and her voice was loud and full of intensity that had nothing to do with sex. Or orgasms. Or hard, thrusting cocks.
No. No. No. I fought to hold on to them, to the pleasure, but my mates faded, like I was truly waking up from a dream. One hot, fucking amazing dream.
I opened my eyes, blinked. Then again.
Crisp white walls. A less-than-appealing hospital gown rubbing my sensitive nipples. Arms chained to my sides by hard metal as I sat in a chair with weirdo computer gadgets and sensors attached to my body and head. I was naked under the gown, the hard seat beneath my bottom smeared and wet with my arousal.
Warden Egara, with her dark hair, kind eyes and stern expression staring at me like I was a freak in the circus.
Oh. My. God.
Embarrassing. God, could she smell it? Did I smell like sex? What would she think of me? Was I supposed to be this turned on? I doubted it. I must be some kind of mutant show for her today. Poor little Kristin, who couldn’t trust men. Who hadn’t had a date in three years. Who saw a man on his phone and assumed he was watching child pornography, or hiring hookers, or dozens of other things I’d seen wicked men do.
There was a reason I was here, at the Interstellar Brides processing center. I’d seen too much. I needed a fresh start. And maybe I could turn off my brain and actually enjoy myself in bed with an alien, a guy I knew was honorable and who was matched to me by the most advanced dating system ever created. The matching protocols made human website dating look like stone-age tools next to a rocket ship.
I sighed, and blinked at the warden. So, I wasn’t having an amazing, sexy threesome with two well-endowed men in a room full of observers. No, I was at the Interstellar Brides testing center. I was strapped into the testing chair and I’d just begged Warden Egara to give it to me.
“Can you please just transport me now so I never have to see you again?” I asked. With my wrists restrained to the arms of the very uncomfortable dentist-like chair, I couldn’t even cover my face.
In fact, I barely had my butt covered with the stupid hospital gown being open in the back as it was. I wiggled my hips. While my pussy was still heavy and swollen from my arousal and orgasm, I would swear I could still feel the size of the men’s cock stretching me wide in both…places.
But my mind was at war with what my body was feeling. There were no cocks. No hot men pulling my hair, pumping into me and making me come on command.
Instead, the female warden was petite, with dark hair pulled up off her neck in an official bun. Her red uniform had the insignia of the Brides Program on the chest and she had a look of a woman who was kind, but also on the job.
“I assure you, I’ve heard worse.”
I widened my eyes. “I can only imagine what other women have said.”
She turned away and moved to sit at the table before me, swiped at her tablet. For a minute, she was quiet, then she looked up at me, smiled. “From your words, it seems that you had two males in your dream. I can tell by your blush that’s the case.”
I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, or transport off planet.
“You’ve been matched to a warrior from Prillon Prime. Congratulations.”
“You seem very excited about this,” I replied. My palms were damp and I had nowhere to wipe them.
“I know firsthand that Prillon males are very virile. Possessive. Dominant.”