Shifting, I slid in, but she was so fucking tight. There was almost no room for me, with Tyran’s cock pressing against mine through the thin membrane that separated us.
I held my breath as I worked my way in. I put one hand on the bed and leaned forward, our chests touching as I held her gaze and thrust deep.
“Yes!” she cried.
I groaned and Tyran’s hips thrust up of their own volition.
“We’re one, mate. It’s time to claim you.”
“Yes,” she repeated, then again and again, making it a mantra as we began to fuck her, alternating strokes and then, once we could no longer resist our basest needs, began to fill her with deliberate abandon.
She clenched me like a fist. A hot, wet, perfect fist. I wasn’t strong enough to last. I’d wanted this, dreamed of this moment while captured. I felt how much Kristin loved it through the collar, knew she was on the brink.
Tyran did, too, for he called out. “Come, mate. Come and we’ll follow, marking you with our seed.”
She arched her back and stilled, her eyes closed, her mouth open and she gave a throaty moan. I felt it in my bones, my heart, my balls. I couldn’t hold back, especially the way her pussy was rippling and squeezing me even further. My balls tightened, emptied of seed and it spurted into her in thick, hot pulses. Her pleasure ratcheted up mine. Mine pushed Tyran over and he came deep inside her ass.
“Ours,” Tyran called as he gripped her hips and filled her.
“Ours, I repeated as I knew we’d found the one perfect mate in all the universe. I watched as the collar about her neck changed from black to the Zakar blue. The claiming was complete. Yes, she was ours. Forever.
“Yours,” Kristin panted, perfectly placed between us.
Where she belonged.