“Fuck,” Dorian groaned. I felt his bolt of pleasure as I swallowed and tightened around him.
Retreating, I took a breath. Seth moved away. I couldn’t see him from my position, so I focused on Dorian’s cock. If I could get him to come, it would show that I could still be in charge. That I had the power.
“Topping from the bottom,” Seth said, coming back into the room. “I sense it. You want to get Dorian off to prove something, not to make him feel good.”
Was I?
I pulled back, took him from my mouth completely as I looked up at him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, held me in place.
“I just wanted you to come,” I admitted.
“Because?” he asked, pushing.
“Because I could make you.”
He gave a soft smile, pulled me up by the back of my head so he could kiss me. I tasted myself on his tongue, our flavors mingling. Salty, musky. Potent.
When he pulled back, his pale eyes held mine, our lips only an inch apart. “We’re taking control, mate. Not because we’re stronger, but because you’ll give it to us. A gift. And when you suck my cock, that mouth will be offered for my pleasure. And yours in the service of the act.”
“Submission,” I said, the word sliding off my tongue as my arousal slid down my thigh. Yes, I wanted them to be in control. I wanted him to fuck my mouth instead of the other way around.
“We’ll take your worries, your burdens. Everything. All you have to do is obey. Submit,” Seth said.
“Feel,” Dorian added.
“Yes,” I repeated, wanting that with a longing that made my pussy ache. My clit throb.
“Yes, sir,” he clarified. “Or yes, mate. Nothing else.”
His deep voice settled me into my role as much as being between them. I had a commander with professional aspirations for me. A weighty role I hadn’t asked for but was forced into. I wanted it. Oh, I wanted to be needed again. It felt heady to be so desired.
But that was as a fighter. An I.C. specialist.
Not as me. My name could have been interchanged with anyone else on my team and Karter would have been equally thrilled to have him or her on board.
But Seth and Dorian wanted me. Me! Only me.
I’d been matched to them. I was theirs. So submitting to them wasn’t a choice I thought of. It just was. Subconscious. Deep within me. I didn’t need to control Dorian by an incredible blow job. He’d come, sure. But if I offered my mouth to him, my laving tongue, my throat, he’d still come, but I’d be gifting him, just as he said, with my service of the act.
Outside these quarters, I was Commander Phan. Here, now, naked and exposed, vulnerable, I was Chloe Phan, mate. They wanted only what I could give them. No one else. They wanted the most precious gift of all, the one that was the most difficult to give but the most precious to receive. My will.
“Yes, sir,” I said, meeting Dorian’s gaze, giving him a quick nod. I looked over my shoulder at Seth. “Yes, mate.”
I felt the thrill, the heat, the need circle between us through the collar just before a resounding sense of authority drift over me.
Not mine.
Theirs.
I didn’t have to worry about working in the Coalition again. I didn’t have to worry about what was in my file. Or Bruvan. Or being knowledgeable as a codebreaker, the lives that were at stake if I made a mistake. The baby they wanted to make with me. I didn’t have to worry about anything but what Dorian and Seth said next.
“Suck me, mate.”
I lowered my head again to Dorian’s cock. This time, with a gracious heart, an open spirit and a need to bring him pleasure.
“Yes, mate. Just like that. Good girl.”
I felt Seth’s hand slide over my pussy lips, wet and slick proving I was ready for them. I gasped at the gentle feel, which only made Dorian groan.