“But I submit,” I countered.
“By choice. Your submission is a gift and we cherish it.”
Ander glanced over my shoulder to something behind me. “It is time.”
Before I could respond, he picked me up in his arms and carried me a short distance to where Nial was waiting.
Nial’s knuckles stroked down my cheek. “Say the word, Jessica, and we will do this in privacy.”
I thought on Ander’s words. I held the power. Nial just proved that. I had the final say. I was could tell him I was afraid or ashamed and they’d whisk me away with no further questions. They’d fight the dissenters to make me happy. They’d do anything for me.
So I would do this for them. It was not even a decision, for even though the people could see my naked body, only Nial and Ander could see inside me, could know my thoughts, fears and desires. I let my love for my mates flood me, my eagerness to please them, to make them proud, to honor them in front of their people. I looked into Nial’s eyes as I spoke, my voice calm and even. “You can sense the truth through my collar. Let it speak for me. Tell me, masters, what is it saying?”
I felt the flare of pride, of triumph and burning desire return to me through the connection.
Nial’s hands lifted to my waist. “It is saying it is time to bond you to your mates. Forever.”
“Forever,” I repeated.
“Forever,” Ander vowed.
In the short time since the duel, a chair had been brought out to the arena floor. Set in the sand was a chair, a throne. It wasn’t gilded or fancy, but I knew it was the seat of their leader. It had a tall back and arms and a cushioned seat, but was otherwise unadorned. It was a warrior’s chair, not a gilded throne adorned with jewels or gold.
Nial walked to the throne and sat, the leader of his people claiming his rightful place and the crowd roared its approval. He crooked a finger and I responded, walking toward him with my head held high, my shoulders back. I did not try to hide my body. I was not ashamed. I’d never felt more beautiful than I did as the cheering continued, the people urging me on, eager to watch my mates fuck me. My pussy ached for what was to come and I felt the men’s eagerness as well. Nial’s hard cock was ready and waiting for me. I could see it pressed against his pants.
One step, two, and I was before him. Wrapping a hand about my waist, he pulled me to stand between his parted knees.
“Are you ready for me?” Our eyes were at the same height and I saw the warmth there, the love. The need.
“Why don’t you find out?” I asked saucily.
Nial grinned as he placed his hand at the center of my chest, then slid it down my body to cup my pussy, his fingers slipping over the swollen folds, the drenched flesh.
Ander moved behind me and reached around to cup my breasts.
“She’s dripping on my hand,” Nial said.
My eyes fell closed as they gently touched me, stroking me. I could hear the crowd, but their fervor faded, becoming white noise—there, but not worthy of my notice.
“It’s only the three of us, Jessica. No one else matters,” Nial said, slipping a finger deep inside my wet heat.
“Yes,” I replied, my response less in regards to his statement and more to his invading finger.
“We will fuck you here, for all to see, bond us together forever,” Ander said, his fingers plucking my nipples. “Then we will take you away from here, tie you down, and fuck you again.”
“And again,” Nial added. “This is only the first of many times we will make our claim today.”
Nial’s finger slipped from my pussy and I felt empty. A whimper escaped and I opened my eyes to watch as Nial opened his pants and pulled his cock free. I saw the pearly drop of his seed at the tip and I leaned forward to flick it with my tongue.
The crowd roared anew, louder than ever before, and I triumphed because I could feel Nial’s surprise and desire through the collar. Ander pulled me up and I met Nial’s eyes. He yelled his next question, loud enough for all to hear.
“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?”
Hushed whispers surrounded us and I felt the faintest sliver of tension in both of my men as they waited for my answer. I raised my voice so all would hear me. “I am proud to accept you as my mate, Nial. Proud to accept Ander as my second.”
Nial’s voice grew impossibly louder. “I claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares touch you.”
The crowd erupted into cheers and Nial leaned forward so I could hear him over the din. “Straddle me and take me deep. You set the pace, mate.”