That made me look to him. Dorian took off his thigh holster, put it and his weapon on the table with a heavy thunk. His chest was so golden, the smattering of hair on it so fair. I remembered how silky it felt beneath my fingers, how warm his skin was, the play of hard muscle beneath.
I bristled, but since I felt the pulse of lust through the collar, my muscles immediately went lax and a little moan escaped my lips. He wasn’t being demanding, like a Coalition fighter. He was being dominant as my mate behind a closed—no, locked—door.
And my mate wanted me to strip.
With fumbling fingers—not because I was nervous, but because their need coursing through my veins was distracting—I worked my shirt over my head as I toed off my boots.
When I looked up, Dorian was naked. All golden skin, brawny muscle and big cock. I licked my lips, eager for it. I knew what it felt like in my hand, how my fingers could barely close around it. I knew how it felt inside me, that flared crown stroking over every single sweet spot. I wanted it.
Dorian strode toward the bedroom and I stared at his perfect ass, the narrow hips and long, muscular thighs as he went. In the doorway, he turned, crooked a finger.
He didn’t have to say a word. It was as if I were an Atlan bride and the collars were like mating cuffs, keeping us from being apart, even from the smallest of distances. Pulling me to him.
I took a step, but Seth’s voice stopped me.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I told you to strip.”
I was in my bra and pants and Seth had yet to move. He was watching me, liked how I was slowly revealed to him. It wasn’t a strip tease. Far from it. The plain clothes and even plainer underwear were far from sexy. I told him this.
“I don’t need to see you in lingerie to have you bring me to my knees,” he replied. He put his hand over his cock, rubbed it and I could see the thick outline of it through his uniform. “This, sweetheart, is all yours. Just do as I say and you can have it.”
His words were accompanied by a sexy grin.
All I had to do to have all of him was to get naked? Done.
I tugged and pushed, unlatched and dropped the rest of my clothes until I stood before him, the cool air furling my nipples.
Seth’s gaze roved hotly over my body. He angled his head. “Good girl. Now go to Dorian. He’s waiting for you.”
I walked into the bedroom, felt Seth’s eyes on me, heard his heavy footfall following.
Dorian was sitting on the side of the bed, knees splayed wide, cock curving long and thick so it touched his belly. I could see a glistening smear of pre-cum on the head and above his navel.
“Gorgeous,” he said, his voice rough as he looked me over from head to toe.
I felt the word, knew the truth of it. They liked what they saw. Wanted me.
“You might be the one with the highest rank outside these quarters, sweetheart, but here, with us, we run the show,” Seth said from behind me.
I shivered, thinking of having the two of them dominate me. Oh, they’d taken the lead every other time we’d fucked, but they hadn’t said it outright. I’d felt their control and let them have it. I’d wanted them to have it.
Now, was different.
“I didn’t become a bride to work for the Coalition again.”
Dorian looked up at me—a first that I was taller—and slowly shook his head. “A stupid way to go about it if you did. Volunteering, you’re stuck wit
h a mate, even if it’s not the one you were matched to. There’s no getting around it.”
“And you’re stuck with two,” Seth added.
I spun about, put my hands on my hips. “You think I feel stuck with you?”
“Nope.” Seth tucked a finger around his collar. “But there are more people impressed with you than just your mates.”
Oh. I felt pride mixed with their frustration now.
“You’re not mad?” I asked, biting my lip. I felt ridiculous standing around naked while talking about my military background, but it had to be said. It was an invisible, almost tangible…thing in the way.