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Dare lifted me in his arms and I let him carry me out of the room, Harbart’s screams drifting to us down the corridor.

Chapter Fourteen

Hannah

With a smile on my face, I watched my mates enter the medical station and question poor Doctor Mordin as if my health were vital to the survival of entire planets, not just to the claiming ceremony that was scheduled to begin in the next few minutes.

I was sitting in the medical station wearing nothing but a white robe and the collar around my neck. It was black, but not long from now, I’d have both of my mates filling me, claiming me, and it would turn a dark, beautiful red.

In the bed next to mine, Prince Nial sat with his back propped up by half a dozen pillows. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, pleased to see him grin as Zane asked the same question for the third time.

I laughed, happy and eager to get to the ceremony. “Zane, I’m fine. I don’t want to delay the ceremony.”

Both of my mates turned to me and my breath caught in my throat. God, they were beautiful, both of them. They wore dark red robes that matched their collars, and nothing else. Their size alone should have scared me, but a shiver of desire made my pussy clench. My mates. Mine. Dare, so tender and gentle when I needed it, so sensual and patient in bed, made me laugh and calmed me when I needed to feel cherished. Zane, his power and mastery of me made me feel safe and protected and needed. Dare loved me, I could feel the warmth of his emotions like hot rays of the sun shining on my soul. But Zane’s love was more like an inferno of lust and need, of power and surrender. Zane was my anchor, my matched mate, my master. Without Zane, I would truly be lost.

He came to me and lifted his hand to my chin, turning my face to make sure all the bruising was gone. “Are you in pain, mate? I will not do this if you are not healed.”

I slapped his hand away, irritated to be having this conversation again. “I’m fine. Those ReGen things healed me most of the way. I’m a little bruised, but I don’t care, Zane. I want you to be mine forever. I want you both to be mine. I don’t want to wait.”

Dare walked to stand beside Zane, his arms crossed over his massive chest. “Hannah, we will decide when you are ready. The doctor—”

“No! I decide. Not him. Me. You.” I hopped down off the table and poked Zane in the chest with my finger. “If you don’t want me, fine. I’ll go home. But—”

Zane shut me up with a kiss. Dare chuckled. The doctor sighed with relief and Prince Nial cleared his throat.

“Zane, cousin, I have one request before you go.”

Zane ended the kiss and pulled me into his side, his arm around my waist and I settled there, content as a kitten. God, I loved him. So much. So damn much.

“What do you need, Nial?”

The prince looked embarrassed, as much as he could with the odd metallic sheen that remained on the left side of his face. His left eye was a strange silver, and he had metallic implants in his left arm and leg. He looked like a half-finished cyborg, like something out of a Star Trek movie I’d seen once where a weird alien race of machines took people and took over their bodies with gadgets and computer programming. It was creepy and weird, but the look in the prince’s good eye made me sad. He looked lost.

“I require transport to Earth, and a ship in that sector once I arrive. I can’t go back to Prillon like this. And the doctor informed me yesterday that my matched mate was selected, from Earth, just like you, Hannah. But she was denied transport due to my… condition.”

I gasped. “But Harbart’s daughter—”

“Was never going to happen, not after I saw you with the commander.” Prince Nial looked at Zane with a sad smile. “I didn’t understand what you meant about not wanting a political match, cousin, until I saw you with her. Now I understand. I want my mate. She’s mine.”

Zane’s arm tensed around me. “You want to go after her? She may not come willingly.”

The prince looked Zane in the eye. “I will have her, Zane. With or without your help. She’s my mate.”

“Very well. Doctor?” Zane shouted for Doctor Mordin over his shoulder, but the huge man was standing right behind Dare.

“I’ve got it all recorded, commander. I’ll take care of it.”

Zane held out his hand, the one not around me, and Nial took it.

“Good luck. I hope you find her.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Zane let him go and looked down at me. I was so eager for my men I could barely stand still.

“Let’s go, Hannah. It’s time for you to claim your mates.”

Zane led me from the room and I walked between him and Dare in the long corridor until we reached the claiming room. I looked around in wonder, anticipation making my pussy wet before I’d cleared the door.


Tags: Grace Goodwin Interstellar Brides Program Fantasy