“Well, doctor?” Nial’s clipped question forced me from my daze. I wanted to know what the doctor had to say about all of that.
“She did very well, my prince.” He slipped the dildo in my pussy from me, the odd piece over my clit going away with it. “Her body’s response levels are actually quite a bit better than most Prillon brides.”
I wanted to roll my eyes, but settled for closing them as Nial removed my legs from the stirrups and unstrapped my hips.
“And were the implants successful? Is she ready to transport to the battleship?” Ander’s touch had turned extremely gentle as he massaged both of my temples where the neurostims were placed. He buried his hands in my hair and gently kneaded my scalp.
“Yes. The implants are fully operational.”
I forgot all about that part of the exam. While I’d been pleasured, he’d put the Prillon implants in me. Somewhere. God, an orgasm was much better than anesthetic.
“She is ready.”
I opened my eyes and frowned. “Um, I think you forgot something,” I told him, then embarrassingly pointed down between my legs where the hard object was still in my bottom.
Nial, with the slightest of touches, slid a finger down my slit to bump the object. “No. This plug will remain in your ass.”
I came up onto my elbows. “What? Why?”
“Because you must be stretched there for our cocks. We will take you… together, Jessica.”
“You have yet to see my cock,” Ander said and I turned to look at him. “I assure you it is much larger than that plug. Nial will take your pussy, as is his sole right as your primary mate. I will not fuck you there until you carry his child. But I will take your ass, as is my right and privilege as your second.”
I thought of Ander’s cock and had to assume it was as big as the rest of him. I clenched down on the foreign object that filled me deep and opened me up. I couldn’t close up and I felt… full. What would Ander’s cock be like instead?
“I don’t want this thing inside me. It’s uncomfortable,” I commented.
“Is it hurting you?” Ander asked, worry changing his demeanor. “Doctor,” he growled.
I had no doubt Ander would break the man’s neck if the plug he’d inserted was harming me.
I held up my hand. “No, do not harm him. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just… odd. I’ve never had anything—” I cleared my throat, “—there before.”
Ander smiled then. “Knowing I will be the first pleases me, mate. The plug will remain in, and every time you feel the hard length stretching you open, imagine me fucking you there, imagine my cock filling you as Nial’s takes your pussy.”
His words filled me with a dangerous heat as I imagined riding Nial’s hard cock, lifting my ass, baring myself so Ander could take me as well, so he could fill me to the breaking point, until I lost control.
I wasn’t an innocent. I’d watched enough porn to know exactly what he was talking about, and the thought of being between two such powerful men made my body clench down on the plug. I bit my lip, looking away as my pussy grew wet once more. I wanted to please him, and didn’t mind leaving the plug in my ass. I wanted them to fuck me, to share me and stuff me completely full of both their cocks. If walking around with this thing inside me for a while would get me what I wanted, I’d do so.
The oddity here was my desire to let them both take me. I was a modern, successful, liberated woman. I didn’t bow down to men and I didn’t take any bullshit from anyone, either. So why did the thought of being completely dominated by both of my mates at once make me so damn hot? The idea of surrendering total control to anyone was anathema. Submitting to a spanking, something that just a few days ago I would have battled with every last breath in my body.
Now that I had tasted the oblivion of giving them control, I knew I would crave that kind of release again and again. Hell, maybe I’d always had. But until Nial and Ander, until now, there had never been a man I thought worthy, someone strong enough, someone stronger than I, to whom I would even consider surrender.
My thoughts surprised me, for I would have never submitted to a man in such a way before. I wanted to be free to let go. I wanted to know I could trust them to take care of me. And, even more shocking, I wanted to please them both. I wanted them insane with longing for me, for the pleasure they would take in my body. I wanted to be everything they needed. Everything.
The doctor held out three long black ribbons, which Nial took, making a fist around them. “Thank you.”
The doctor actually looked nervous then and I thought I heard something, a thumping sound, like people fighting, on the other side of the walls as he spoke. “I’d hurry if I were you.”
Nial turned to me and held out his hand to Ander, who took one of the strips and lifted it to his neck. Nial did the same, laying the third on the table next to me. I wondered why they were donning black chokers, but as I watched, they both turned a deep, dark red and seemed to melt into the men’s skin so that they looked more like a tattoo than a collar.
Nial picked up the third as Ander helped me to sit, carefully with the thing in my bottom. “For you, mate.”
I reached for the black strip in his hand with trembling fingers. “What is it?”
“Our bonding collar. This marks you as ours for the claiming period. No other warriors may approach you or try to steal you from us. The collars will link us as one, a family.”
I looked at the seemingly innocent strip of black in my hand and realized exactly what I was holding. This was their version of a wedding ring. Permanent claim. A big fat mark on a woman’s body that said taken.