Danika Gray, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida
Warm, strong hands held my naked body in place, the large, rough fingers wrapped around my hips from behind. Heat flooded me from the muscular chest pressed to my back. My legs were spread wide, wrapped over the male’s thighs I sat on, my pussy open and on display.
My pulse raced, my flesh shivering in anticipation of…something.
“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself freely, to me and my second, or do you wish to choose another primary male?”
Ummm, no? I wanted to tell this man, whoever he was, that I had no intention of accepting his claim on anything, but the body I seemed to be occupying shivered with need at the deep timbre of his voice, my—her—core throbbed, wet with welcome.
“Yes. Yes, I accept your claim, warriors.” The voice wasn’t mine, but I felt what she was feeling. Achy. Empty. Desperate.
Loved. Adored.
Safe.
That was not me. I had felt nothing similar in more years than I cared to count.
“Hurry,” I—she—whispered.
From behind me, a second male voice murmured into my ear, “So greedy, little mate.”
From somewhere around us a chorus of male voices spoke in unison, “May the gods witness and protect you.”
I had no idea what was happening, but I knew the sound of promise in the male’s voice. So did this body. A soft moan escaped from my throat as his hands moved from my hips to cup my breasts. He plucked and pulled at the sensitive nipples as I wrapped my ankles around his calves.
I sat on his lap. Content to be there.
Was that a massive cock pressing against my ass?
Oh God. Yes. It was.
I should have been shocked. Instead, raw lust flooded me, and I somehow knew there were two lovers. Two males. Both mine.
And this woman? This body? She was beyond greedy, comfortable and secure in their arms. She wanted both of them inside her, right now.
“Lift your arms above your head. Lean back. Wrap them around me and don’t let go,” that voice whispered in my ear again, the command one I was eager to follow.
I did as instructed, my breasts thrust forward, my back arched.
“Do not move without permission, mate.”
A flicker of sass moved through the female body I occupied, but then she focused on the sound of male voices chanting all around us.
I tried to open my eyes, but the thought carried no weight as my body was not obeying my commands but hers. Whoever she was. She kept her eyes closed, and I knew it was because her primary male—whatever that meant—had ordered her not to open them and she wanted to please him. Wanted the pleasure she knew cooperation would award her.
Desperately.
“Do you accept me as your second, mate? Do you claim me as your own?”
“Yes. You are mine. Both mine. Hurry.”
The first voice chuckled, much closer now, directly in front of my face. The hot brush of his laughter kissed my lips like a phantom. “Lift her nipples for me, second.”
“In a moment. First I must fuck her ass, make her mine.”
Wait. Wha—
The male beneath me shifted and used his strong hands to lift me by my hips. He settled me up and back against him until I felt the press of his hard cock at my tight entrance.