“We decided,” Tor said and my shoulders sagged with relief. I could not choose. I could not. The pull I felt for each of them was simply too strong. Better to let them choose and simply accept whichever brother claimed me.
“We’re all keeping you.”
I took a step back. Had I heard them correctly? All three—
“You can’t all… I mean surely…” I couldn’t get the words out. I didn’t understand. It made no sense that they would all want me. On Earth this would never be allowed; the morality council would arrest me for even thinking such lascivious thoughts. “I can’t be with all three of you. It’s not done. It’s illegal,” I whispered.
Lev shook his head. “There is no law that says a woman cannot be shared. Besides, we’ve been matched to you. The match is legally binding in itself.”
“I could request another,” I said quickly.
They descended upon me again and I retreated until my back bumped into the wall. “You won’t.” Drogan’s dark eyes locked with mine and my heart pounded so hard I feared it would leap from behind my ribcage onto the floor.
How dare they be so big and bossy! “Oh?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “And why is that?”
“Because unlike most females through the bride program, you have three men who are matched to you. Three. The connection is very powerful with just one mate. With three, I imagine it is almost keen.”
He enunciated the last as their hands lifted and they touched me. Tor’s hand stroked over my hair, Lev and Drogan touched my shoulders and slid their hands down my arms. Keen wasn’t the word for it. It was razor sharp, intense, hot, searing. Oh, hell, I had no idea what it was. I just knew I’d never felt it before and I… I liked it.
My eyes slipped closed at the warm feel of their hands on me. They weren’t touching me inappropriately, just… touching. The forbidden desire that gripped me made me clench my teeth. Would they bind me to a special bench as I’d seen during my processing? Would they fill my pussy and my ass at the same time? Would two suckle at my breasts while the third fucked me? Would I let them? My mind said no, but my pussy clenched at the idea of being shared by them and I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to stop the ache.
“Tell us your name.”
With my eyes closed, I didn’t know who spoke. “Leah,” I whispered.
“Leah, we are going to fuck you now,” a man said. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking, he was telling.
I opened my eyes and stared at them, one, then the next, then the next. “No dinner? No movie? Not even foreplay?”
They stared at me curiously. “We are not aware of what a movie is, but if you are hungry, we will certainly see to your needs.” Lev meant his words sincerely, but I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I don’t even know you and you just expect me to fuck all three of you?”
Tor tucked my hair behind my ear, then dipped down so he was at my eye level. “I sense you are nervous.”
My eyes widened. “You think?”
“Have you ever been fucked before? Are you a virgin?”
I hadn’t been a virgin since the night of high school graduation. That was not the problem. “I am not a virgin.”
“You do not long for the man who first claimed you, who filled you with his seed?”
“Long for him?” Did I long for Seth Marks who took my virginity in his parents’ basement? He’d fumbled putting the condom on and the whole uninspiring event had been over in about thirty seconds. I hadn’t even gotten over the pain of it all before he was finished. I did not long for him.
“Um… no. No seed filling.” I heard he had moved to Arizona and was now a tennis pro at some resort.
All three men actually relaxed, which surprised me. The testing process had confirmed, not once, but twice, that I was unmarried. Warden Egara knew I was eager to leave Earth. I had no strings, no love affairs worth remembering, certainly not a kid from high school who didn’t know what a clit was. I’d had bigger problems to worry about with a dangerous and obsessive fiancé.
Drogan tugged his shirt from his pants and lifted it over his head, then dropped it on the floor behind him.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked, my eyes glued to his chiseled body. Holy hell, I was matched to that?
“Making you more comfortable,” he replied.
“How is taking off your shirt making me more comfortable?” It was making me a tad nervous and very hot. I wanted to reach up and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin, the softness of the springy hairs on his chest, the ridges of his abs. He was very hard to resist.
“Would you rather us take off your dress?”