“Prillon women have two mates.” Dare tilted his head in my direction. “You were matched to Zane through the bride program, but he has chosen me as his second. I have been waiting just as long to meet you. And I find you to be lovely, Hannah.”
She waved off the compliment and came around Dare’s large frame to stand before me. “You said I belonged to you.”
“You do,” I replied. “But I have chosen Dare as my second, so you belong to him as well.”
She tugged at the collar about her neck, but it would not budge. “And the collars? I felt a connection to you. Warden Egara assured me that I was only matched to one mate. I was not matched to two of you.”
“That is true. You were matched to me. Only me. But I choose my second and because of that, you are mated to both of us,” I clarified as Dare came to stand beside Hannah.
He held up his new collar, currently black; it lay limp over his palm. When she turned to him, I stepped up behind her and placed my hands on her bare shoulders as Dare spoke. She was between us, just where I wanted her.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Hannah,” he murmured. “I wanted to be with you when I put this on and made us all one.”
Dare wrapped the collar about his neck as Hannah watched. The ends sealed and it turned a deep red. I felt the jolt in my body and Hannah’s gasp let us both know that she felt the connection as well. With Dare joined in our bond, the connection with Hannah was stronger. I could smell the scent of her wet and eager pussy even more blatantly than before. In return, she was now feeling both of us, and our desire to pleasure her. Dare’s eyes flared as he felt the first pulse of Hannah’s rising arousal. I knew he could scent her, too. “I feel you now, my mate. You and I are connected, just as you are linked to Zane.”
Hannah stepped back until she bumped into me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders so that my forearm rested just below her chin. I wanted her to know that I had her, that I would always have her.
She reached up and wrapped two small, trembling hands around my forearm, but I noted that the panicked racing of her heart began to slow, and she did not push me away. She clung to me, as if I were already her true match, as if I were the only safe haven in the room. “But I can’t have two mates!”
I leaned over, eager to bury my face in the silken strands of her hair, and asked my question with my lips pressed to the back of her head. “Why not?”
“It’s just not done!”
Dare crossed his arms over his chest and I caught his eye to make sure we were in agreement. Yes, we would have a discussion on this topic—for a short time—then we would persuade her to accept the idea in other ways.
“On Prillon it is the only way a woman can mate,” I added.
“Why?” she asked, her voice shaky.
I settled my cheek against the top of her head as Dare answered her. “Zane is commander of this ship, of an entire fleet of ships. I am a combat pilot. If something were to happen to one of us in battle, you would need a second mate to make sure you would not be left alone and unprotected. We are a warrior race, Hannah. We do not expect to live long lives and we do not fear death, but we do believe in safeguarding our mates and our children. Our mating rituals were created to protect you. You will not be less than a Prillon bride simply because you are from Earth. You will be gifted with the sanctity of a double bond to ensure your future, and a future for your children.”
“So, I was matched to Zane, but now I’m to just accept you as well?”
Dare grinned. “It would be easiest if you did, but I will certainly enjoy persuading you should you have doubts. Just think, Hannah. Two men to cherish you. Two men to see to your needs in and out of the bedroom.”
Her hands tightened their grip on my arm as she thought of that possibility.
“Is it normal for her skin to turn that pretty shade of pink?” Dare asked me.
“Mmm, it’s called blushing.” I lifted my head and turned her in my arms so I could watch as the color spread from her exposed shoulders, up her neck, and into her cheeks. “Her nipples are that same shade and when she comes, her pussy flushes a slightly darker color.”
Her face flushed even more at those words. “Zane!” she cried out, clearly mortified.
“There will be no secrets between us,” Dare said. He touched his collar. “With the collars, there can’t be. I know that the idea of being with both of us frightens your mind, but your body is excited by the idea. I can feel your pussy’s ache and the heaviness of your breasts with Zane’s arms rested right above them. And so can Zane.” Dare licked his lips slowly, as if he couldn’t wait to take a soft globe into his mouth.
Her mouth fell open and she tightened her grip on the sheet.
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered.
Dare undid the front of his pants and pulled out his cock. Hannah turned her head away and squeezed her eyes closed.
“You do not need to see me to know how I feel about you.” Dare gripped the base of his hard cock and began stroking it, his thumb brushing over the flared head.
While my collar was programmed to mute Dare’s feelings, Hannah’s was programmed to fully experience the physical link with both of her mates. She would know the intensity of both our desires, both our needs when it came to her. There was no question she could feel Dare’s arousal, feel the rush of pleasure just looking upon her brought to him.
She gasped and turned her head back in his direction as I rubbed her bare shoulder with my palm and whispered in her ear. “The connection, Hannah, is powerful. It can’t be denied.”
Dare continued to stroke and she continued to stare at him, her skin flushing impossibly darker. Her pussy was dripping wet with her arousal; I could scent it in the air. Her racing heart, her aching backside, the heavy weight of her breasts, and the throbbing demand of her pussy… all sensations came through the collar with the utmost of precision.