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“What?” Evon stepped behind her and opened the door with a wave of his hand. Sure enough, two unfamiliar warriors wearing Coalition armor stood at attention outside in the hallway. They nodded in salute, their shrewd, very serious gazes searching for Bella, confirming that she was unharmed.

With a nod, Evon closed the door and turned to her. “So, we’ll have a bunch of uptight I.C. warriors stationed here to guard you. That’s probably for the best, but what is this condition that must be met?” He wasn’t arguing. Of the three of us, he was the highest-ranking officer and already worked in security. Evon knew exactly what was at stake.

Bella smiled and tilted her head back to expose her neck for my pleasure. “The condition, boys, is that I be officially claimed as soon as possible. They w

ant to know that I’m committed to you, that I’m not going anywhere.”

* * *

Evon

Her words were like a shot of electric current to my cock. Seeing her so happy, so full of fire, pleased me more than I’d thought possible. With Dravon back from his adventures on Hobart 6 and Thalia safely placed in a prison facility, the only thing that worried me now was her.

Bella.

My everything. This family was my entire existence, and I’d do anything to protect it. That the Coalition commanders and the leaders on Prillon Prime recognized my mate’s abilities made me proud. But I took comfort in knowing she’d be guarded night and day, even when one of her mates wasn’t with her.

I couldn’t lose her again. I couldn’t watch her body fight to survive in another ReGen pod. Thalia had broken my heart with her betrayal, but losing Bella would end me.

Liam was holding her, kissing her, and I had a violent urge to shove him away and take her myself.

But the harsh discipline that drove me needed to control that feeling, to redirect it. It was like fire in my bloodstream as my cock swelled to the point of pain.

“Do you know how to shoot that thing?” Rager asked. His hand reached for the weapon on her hip, but quickly moved to cup her round ass instead.

“Nope.” She laughed and reached for him, burying her hands in his hair. “Will you teach me?”

“Of course.” One touch, one smile, and Rager was tamed. I had to admit, I felt the same contentment I saw in his eyes, the same tenderness. The same lust.

Our mate owned us all—and Liam was having all the fun.

“Let her go.” My voice held icy command and both Liam and Rager released her instantly, stepping away so we were all at equal distance. She knew who was in charge now, and her gaze found mine, a mixture of dread and desire in her eyes.

I never wanted to see the first emotion again. “You doubt my love for you?”

She studied me, shook her head.

After Thalia’s mind fuck, I worried that she’d ruined us all. But having Bella almost freeze to death somehow gave us all clarity. It crystalized everything that was truly important.

I’d given her reason to doubt me once. I’d spend the rest of my life making up for that mistake.

Closing the distance, I knelt before her and lifted my face to gaze up into her eyes. I would not demand the answer I wanted from her. This had to be her choice. Because once she was ours, we were never going to let her go. “I love you, Bella. Do you choose us? Will you stay forever and accept our claim?”

“Yes.”

* * *

Rager

That one word was like the crack of a whip and we all moved at once. I removed the ion blaster from her hip as Liam pulled her uniform top off, exposing her soft skin and luscious breasts.

Evon was still on his knees, and he looked at me with pure mischief in his eyes as he pulled her pants down and buried his mouth at the juncture of her thighs.

“Bastard,” I mumbled, even as Bella swayed on her feet. My mouth watered to take his place.

I caught her, holding her in place for Evon’s attention as Liam removed her boots.

I expected Evon to stop, to pull back and take command, but it seemed my friend had discovered just how sweet our mate’s pussy tasted on the tongue. Without Evon’s iron control, this was going to be fast, a rising storm of passion and lust and need.


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