“Look at me.” It was a demand, no less.
I fought for breath and met his gaze. Waiting. I wanted him inside me. Fucking me. Making me his. I needed him just as badly as I’d needed Dorian.
When our gazes locked, Seth held steady, not letting me go, not letting me escape his claim as his hips rocked forward, filling me with his huge cock.
I lifted my hips to meet him, spread my thig
hs to take him deeper. He felt huge like this, the plug still in my ass, Dorian on his side beside us, watching. Making me hot. Making me feel beautiful.
“You’re mine, Chloe,” Seth murmured, shifting his hips to a fast cadence.
“Yes.” There was nothing else to say as Seth pulled back and plunged deep. Hard.
He collapsed on top of me, his hands entwined with mine, pumping into me until we both exploded again.
When it was over, my mates lay on either side of me, each with a large hand pressed to my body. Covering me. Claiming me as Seth pulled a blanket over us all and we drifted to sleep.
Chapter 6
Chloe, Commander Karter’s Office
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It was odd standing in a commander’s office in non-Coalition uniform. I was in a simple outfit of black pants and long-sleeved top. Comfortable, stretchy. Soft. No hard armor on them. No thigh holster. I felt more naked now than I was a short time ago when I was pressed between Seth and Dorian crying out their names with my pleasure. Again.
They’d practically kept me locked away in our quarters the last two days. Stripping me. Fucking me. Feeding me everything from chocolate to exotic alien fruits I’d never tasted before. Bathing me and doing it all again. I had never been so pampered in my entire life.
My pussy was a little sore—their cocks were impressive and it had been a while—and my nipples chafed against my utilitarian bra. I had a feeling they’d held back a little since we’d only just met. I had no doubt that as time went on, they’d get wilder. More demanding. Less careful of their precious, fragile mate.
I couldn’t wait.
God, had I been in the testing chair on Earth just two days ago? And now look at me. Staring down the massive Prillon commander of an entire battlegroup.
Well fucked.
Collared.
I felt the weight of it along the back of my neck, pressing onto my collarbones. It wasn’t heavy, it was just…there. So were the ever-present feelings of Seth and Dorian. As soon as the collar went on, I felt connected to them in a way no one on Earth could ever explain. Psychically, perhaps. It was as if our brains were part of the same network. While I couldn’t read their thoughts—which was a good thing based on the really pissed off looks on their faces—I sensed their anger, their frustration at being called to the commander’s office.
Probably because they’d been completely and totally cock-blocked.
“You’re the one who wanted me to hurry back to the ship to claim my mate, Commander. Seems a little ridiculous to pull us away from her after only a few hours,” Seth said. While his tone was deferential, the words were anything but.
Commander Karter stood from his chair, came around his desk, leaned against it. “That was before I knew who your mate was. And why the hell are you here, Captain?” He asked Dorian.
“I’m Captain Mills’ second, sir. We’ve claimed Chloe together.”
“Yes, I can see that by the collars.” Commander Karter looked to me. “You were matched by the testing program to one mate. Seth Mills. Yet in a very short time, you are here with two of my fighters. You accepted this arrangement?” His gaze landed squarely on the collar about my neck as he waved his finger between Seth and Dorian.
“Yes, sir,” I replied. The testing dream had shown me two men and I’d liked it. Yet, I’d been matched to one. Or, had I always been matched to both Seth and Dorian without even them knowing it at the time? Had Seth’s subconscious always considered Dorian to be his second? I had to assume yes since having those two fuck me had been even better than the dream. For once, reality outdid any fantasy I could imagine. I couldn’t go back to only one guy after that. And Seth and Dorian? They’d ruined me for all other men. My pussy clenched in agreement.
Commander Karter nodded once.
Seth frowned. “May I speak freely, sir?”
“Haven’t you already?”
Oh, I liked this guy. I could tell he was stern, but not an asshole. This ship seemed to be in the thick of battle with the Hive and he didn’t have time to go hard-core by the rules. If he did that, nothing would get done. Bending and flexing, adjusting to the shit that hit the fan made a good leader. Unlike Bruvan. God, that was an asshole leader of epic proportions. He made decisions based on his ego, not the intelligence I provided. He was wrong. People died. Our ship got hit and I not only got injured, I was medical’d out and blamed for the whole disaster. Eight dead. A lost ship. Lost tech. And I got sent home while Bruvan got a new team and sympathetic pats on the back.