7
Mikki
I nodded.I’d bared my secrets just as Surnen had bared his body, and they hadn’t found me lacking. In fact, they were happy with me. So much so that I sensed their increased arousal. I practically melted under their praise but got wet from the desire I felt through the collars.
Trax loosened his hold on me, and I stood, let the blanket drop to my feet.
Surnen took in my body, his eyes going wide. “What… female… I do not understand what I am seeing. Why does it appear as if you are wearing clothing when you are not?”
I glanced down at myself. I looked the same. Same arms, legs, boobs. Oh. “You mean the tan lines?”
“Tan lines,” Surnen repeated, pointing his finger at my torso.
I stifled a smile. “Being exposed to Earth’s sun changes the pigment of my skin.” I explained how my bathing suit had covered certain areas.
Surnen continued to eye me as he processed the concept. Then he took a deep breath as if he were trying to scent my need in the air. “Are you wet for me, Mikki?”
I could tell him the truth of this. He’d find out soon enough. He could feel how aroused I was through the dang collars. “Yes.”
Not just wet; my body’s need was sliding down my inner thighs.
At my back, Trax shuddered and a wave of lust—his lust—blasted through my mind. I whimpered. Surnen held still. Steady. Unmoving, even though I could sense his own need.
“How were the two Prillon males pleasuring the female in your testing dream?” Trax asked.
Surnen set his hand at the nape of my neck and led me into the bedroom. Once there he released his hold and sat on the side of the huge bed. It was larger than any I’d seen on Earth, large enough to fit three people. Hell, bigger because Trax and Surnen weren’t human. They were seven feet plus of hot alien.
“One put his mouth on her pussy,” I said, meeting Surnen’s eyes. “Then he stopped, and the second male fucked her. She sucked off the first at the same time.”
“What about her ass?” Trax asked. It seemed he liked dirty talk. His hand slid up and down my bare spine until it settled on my bottom. I gasped, wondering what he’d do.
He did nothing except caress one cheek, cupping it.
“They put a plug in her.” I couldn’t miss the breathy sound of my voice.
“You want that,” Surnen said. “Something in your ass.”
I nodded.
“We know.” From behind, Trax’s hand dipped between my thighs, his fingers slipping over my pussy. I spread my legs for him, realized how bold the action was and tried to close them. He stopped me with a little spank to my ass as he laughed. “We know because we are your mates. Surnen was your perfect match. He knows your desires because they are his, too. Mine, as well.”
I was having a hard time following with the way his hand played. I was so wet it coated his palm, made his passage slick and sensitive. He did nothing but stroke me, learning my pussy… on the outside. Trax’s other arm came around me and cupped a breast, his fingers tugging and playing with my nipple. My head fell back and rested against his chest.
Surnen held up the plug as he watched what Trax was doing to me. “This is a Prillon training plug that prepares new mates for the official claiming. When she takes both her mates at the same time.”
What Trax was doing wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed Surnen to touch me, too. After the dream, one male wasn’t going to cut it. I’d never considered it before the testing, but now I didn’t want anything else. I felt cheated without a second set of hands on my body.
“Please,” I whimpered.
Surnen smiled. Actually smiled and he was gorgeous. His golden skin, pale eyes, huge body. All of it was transformed with his satisfaction. “What a good little mate. You beg so beautifully.”
Oh. My. God. I had.
Curling his finger, he beckoned me over. Trax’s hands dropped away, and I stepped toward Surnen, close enough for him to wrap an arm around me and pull me the rest of the way to him so I stood between his parted knees. With our height difference—even with him sitting on the bed—his mouth was in line with my breasts. Leaning forward, he took one into his mouth, kissed the nipple, then sucked, drawing on it in hard pulls.
I gasped, my hands going to his hair and tangling in the silky strands.
He alternated between my breasts, worshipping them. They were small, I was no playboy centerfold but he focused on them. Only them. Mouth, hands. Sucks, licks, laves, tugs. I had no idea they were so sensitive, that they could make me so hot.