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Worried now, I checked the bio-monitors to ensure her health and safety. She was fine, but her body temperature had risen slightly and her arousal? Gods. I looked at Grigg. “Her arousal is nearing sixty percent.”

“What does that mean?” He frowned at me, confused at my awe.

“She’s more than halfway to orgasm, and I haven’t yet begun the testing.”

Grigg’s knowing smile reflected my thoughts on the matter; we were lucky. It appeared we had been blessed with an extremely sensitive, amorous mate.

All the air in Amanda’s lungs rushed out with a soft whoosh of sound, as if she’d been holding her breath, fighting her reaction to us. I applied a generous amount of lubricant to the anal device, which was not much larger than my thumb, and settled it at the opening of her ass. “Have you ever had anything inside you here, mate?”

She shook her head and startled. “No.”

My cock jumped at the news. This virgin ass was mine. As Primary Mate, Grigg had exclusive rights to her pussy until she became pregnant with our first child. After that, I would be free to claim her as well, to fuck her and hope my seed would take root. Until then, as her Second Mate, her ass, her mouth, the rest of her was mine. When we claimed her in the mating ceremony, Grigg would take her pussy, and I would be balls deep in this tight, pink—I placed the lubricated probe at her entrance and slowly, carefully worked it inside.

She didn’t fight us, didn’t make a sound as I settled the probe deep in her ass, stretching her open, filling both of her holes as Grigg held her down.

Our brave little mate fought her body’s reaction but as soon as I had confirmed that the microscopic bio-implants had been inserted, I adjusted the controls over her clit and turned them up. Higher. Harder. Faster. The machine would apply suction, vibration, pressure…whatever she responded to would be applied, whatever she needed to reach a release.

She whimpered and I watched as the monitors tracked her response.

“Seventy percent. Eighty.” She was rocketing toward orgasm like an ion blast shot from a cannon. In all the exams I’d done for other warriors, I’d rarely seen a female this responsive. Gods, she was fucking perfect, and so fucking hot she was about to come. “Eighty-five.”

Grigg released her hand to reach for her breast, massaging, tweaking her nipple as her hips bucked off the table. She was close to climax. So close. For us. Just for us, her mates.

“Turn it off. Now.”

* * *

Amanda

“What?”

Turn if off? Turn it fucking off? I had a huge probe thing in my pussy, another in my ass, and some kind of perverted version of a vibrating suction cup pulling on my clit like a hungry demon forcing me to orgasm as two huge, dominant men I’d never met before loomed over me like I belonged to them.

Which I guess, according to the barbaric rules of this alien society, I did. As far as they were concerned, I was theirs now. Their mate. Their property to do with as they wished, and that meant getting me off. Then stopping. I didn’t want them to stop. Sure, only a minute before I didn’t want them to start, but now…

“Grigg?” Rav’s voice echoed my confusion.

“Turn it off.”

The command in his voice brooked no argument and I felt my pussy clench around the probe in response to his power. I shouldn’t be on the brink of orgasm just from hearing that rough authority, I shouldn’t want to hear that voice again. But God help me, I did. I was so close, my body writhing, my pussy aching, even my ass stretched, stuffed until I was so overcome with sensation tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I was desperate, needy, weak.

I was never weak.

Rav adjusted something down there, between my legs, and everything stopped but my labored breathing, my urge to scream in frustration. I was still stuffed and hungry for more, but the vibration on my clit, the suction, came to a complete stop, leaving me on the razor’s edge like the worst tease imaginable.

I bit my lip and choked back a groan of delicious pain at being denied, refusing to reveal my need beyond that one escaped sound, my weakness to these two complete strangers. I couldn’t believe I’d agreed to the stupid exam in the first place. This was unlike any exam I’d ever had.

To be left like this, raw and needy, on the edge? It was embarrassing. Begging would simply make my humiliation complete.

I. Would. Not. Beg. Ever.

“Asshole.” That was a word I could live with. Asshole.

Grigg growled at my insult, his rough hand on my breast gently kneading me, at the same time pinching and releasing the sensitive tip over and over. “Look at me.”

I closed my eyes at his command, refusing to turn my head in his direction.

“Look at me.”


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