Chapter One
Jessica Smith, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Earth
The dark, musky scent of my lover’s skin invaded my senses as I pressed my face to the curve of his neck. I was blindfolded, but I knew him well. I didn’t need my eyes to know he was mine. I knew his touch. I knew the soft glide of his golden hair beneath my fingertips and the feel of his giant cock stretching me open as he fucked me hard and fast. I knew the strength of his arms as they lifted me by my hips and settled my wet core over him, knew I would take him deep and scream his name when he finally allowed me to find my release.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and threw my head back as he filled me completely. Standing tall and strong, he was a true warrior as I knew him to be.
Up and down he lifted then released me so I slid over his hard length. Another set of hands, my second mate’s gentle touch, caressed the collar around my neck. I knew the feel of his hands, knew he could be tender and gentle one moment, unbreakable and demanding the next.
I knew I pleased them well with the sight of my pussy spread open wide, my bare bottom on display. His desire sparked to life within my mind through the psychic link the collar provided. But what truly drove me wild was the wet heat that built up in my core as my first mate drove deep. I squeezed him with my inner muscles, his need made apparent by the urgency of his savage thrusts.
I could sense their emotions as well as their physical desires; the connection forged by the collars we three wore was deep and completely unguarded. There was no lying, no denying lust or wants or needs. There was only truth, and love, and pleasure. So much pleasure.
“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary mate?”
The deep voice demanded an answer, sending a shiver to race over my skin and causing my pussy to clamp down on his cock with almost brutal force. He groaned with need and I bit my lip to hold in a satisfied smile. My first mate had claiming rights to my pussy until I carried his child, but my second? He had waited, patiently ensuring my body was ready to be filled by both of my mates at once.
Not willing to wait for an answer, my second mate kissed the back of my shoulder, one hand rubbing my ass, dangerously close to the dark place he would claim. His other hand wrapped around my neck in a gentle hold that made me feel helpless, weak and completely at their mercy. “Do you want us both to fuck you, love? Or not?”
My pussy clenched again and my first mate cursed, shoving me down on his cock with a single-minded intensity I had come to crave.
“Yes. I accept your claim, warriors.” The formal words slipped over my lips with a sigh and I tilted my hips to rub my clit against my first mate’s body even as I offered my ass to my second. “I want you both. I want you now.”
The words burst from my throat, but they were not my own. I had no control over the woman whose senses I shared, I could only watch, and listen… and feel.
My first mate stilled beneath me and I whimpered at being denied the fierce thrusts of his cock in my aching pussy. “I claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares touch you.”
I didn’t care who he needed to kill, I only wanted him to make me his forever.
My second mate continued to kiss his way down my spine, his next words not required by the ritual, but they were for me. Only for me.
“You are mine, mate. I shall kill any other warrior who dares look at you.” With those words, he slowly worked a well-oiled finger into my back entrance and I cried out. Our first time would be quick, for our passions burned with too much heat to delay any longer.
I wanted them to fuck me, fill me with their seed. And then, I wanted my mates back in our quarters, naked and completely alone. I wanted to take my time with them. I wanted to rub all over their bodies, fuck and taste and explore until our scents mingled into one, until my body was too sore to enjoy any more play.
The thought brought me back to myself for a brief moment and I realized that the three lovers were not alone in the room. Male voices filled the edges of my awareness with a soft chant. I had been so focused on my mates that I had completely ignored them, until now, when their combined voices rose to fill the chamber as they spoke in unison.
“May the gods witness and protect you.”
When my second mate slipped his finger from my back entrance and nudged the virgin hole with the flared tip of his cock, the others were forgotten entirely. When he pushed forward and stretched me wide… wide… wider still with two cocks filling me, I knew I was truly claimed.
“Miss Smith.”
No, that wasn’t either of my mates’ voices. I mentally swatted it away.
“Miss Smith.”
The voice came again. It was a woman’s voice and one that was stern.
“Jessica Smith!”
I startled then, my mind being pulled from the two men that surrounded me to… no, no men surrounded me. I was in the processing room. I didn’t have a cock in my ass or my pussy. I didn’t have two hard bodies surrounding me. I couldn’t feel their heat or breathe in their potent scents. The weight of their collar was not about my neck.
I opened my eyes and blinked. Once, twice. Oh, yeah. Warden Egara. The stiff and formal woman loomed over me.
“Your testing is complete and your match has been made.”