He lifted me, pressed my back to the wall of the meeting room and thrust deep.
He fucked me then, fast. Without mercy. I came in moments, my cries of pleasure stolen from the air as Varin turned my face to him and slammed his mouth down on mind.
Thomar froze in place as my pussy pulsed around him, as Varin kissed me, his hand rubbing the soft mounds of my ass. He slipped a finger inside and I groaned, eager for more. I needed more. Both of them. Fucking me. Filling me up. We’d been playing with the alien device in my ass for the last few days. I was ready. More than ready.
“I need you, Danika. I need you.” Varin’s plea was rough against my lips, his voice ragged, as if the admission had been violently torn form his throat.
“Yes. I want you both. I need you, too.” I did not want to die without knowing what it was to be truly between them, claimed. One with both of my mates.
Thomar spun around so that his back was to the wall. His cock remained buried deep as aftershocks pulsed through my body.
Varin position himself behind me and I felt the warmth of the lubrication coating my ass, grateful for alien technology that made this possible. I didn’t want to wait. I was terrified of losing one of them. Of losing myself on that prison ship.
Thomar lifted and lowered me on his cock several times as Varin inserted first one finger, then two into my ass. The sensation of being invaded, the friction drove my desire high once more. When I was panting and desperate, Varin positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock exactly where I wanted it. Needed it.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. I want you both. I love you. I love both of you.”
Thomar’s emotions were raw with a new pain, one I recognized.
It hurt to be loved the first time. Years of suffering, of emptiness, of believing he was not worthy of love moved through him—and me—like someone ripping a bandage off an unhealed wound.
“Thomar.” His name was a whimper in my throat and I lifted my mouth to his, drank him down as Varin pressed into me from behind, made us one.
His cock was huge, the pressure uncomfortable at first. With a popping sensation, he slid deep and I cried out. So full. So shockingly full of my mates. I’d never felt so owned. Claimed. Taken.
Home. They felt like home.
Varin’s hands came around to fondle and caress my breasts through my dress. Thomar’s mouth met mine once more and they moved. Slowly. Carefully. Like I was precious and perfect and breakable.
I had not allowed myself to be weak since my father died. I couldn’t. Weakness meant more abuse, more fighting, more pain. But now, between them, my control shattered and I sobbed, the emotions pouring through me too strong to be contained in my small, human body.
I kissed Thomar, held onto him, buried my fingers in his hair. I welcomed Varin, thrust my sensitive nipples into his hands, squeezed both of my mates with my inner muscles. Claimed them as they were claiming me. All as tears streamed down my face like a river.
The orgasm came for all of us at once, an explosion in three shared minds. Varin’s mouth settled over my shoulder as he pumped his seed into my ass, the tiny love bite he gave me through my gown ignited my body like I was a bomb just waiting to explode. Thomar growled into my mouth, his struggle for control laughable with both Varin and I forcing our pleasure into his mind.
One thrust. Two. Thomar’s body went rigid, his cock deep and hard, unforgiving. He gave me his seed and his soul together. I felt his complete surrender. There was no holding back, not for any of us. We would live or die together.
When it was over we remained in place, unmoving for long minutes, our heavy breathing the only sound in the small room.
Thomar kissed me gently, over and over, little love kisses that told me exactly how he cherished me. Adored me. Worshiped me.
Varin pulled the shoulder of my gown farther to the side so his lips could do the same to my shoulders, the back of my neck. His hands moved in slow, tender lines from my waist to my breasts over the soft fabric of my gown, the touch somehow more intimate through my clothing. More desperate.
I cried. The tears coming from somewhere deep within me, somewhere I’d hidden away and buried so long ago I’d forgotten they existed. This was what I had been longing for my entire life. Connection. Trust. Love.
So much love it was spilling from my eyes and my body. Their seed inside me felt like a pledge, a tribute. An oath.
“This is not the right time, but I cannot wait.” Thomar sounded unsure, his lips moving to kiss a stray tear from the tip of my nose.
“Wait for what?”
“Varin?” he asked.
“Yes. By the gods, don’t fucking wait.”
Wait for what?