Seth exhaled harshly. “I’m not keen on you heading out on a mission anytime soon. I need a little while to get used to it, to settle my nerves. So here’s what we’re going to do.”
“Uh oh. Mr. Dominant is coming out,” I joked.
He grinned, but his voice deepened into that tone that made my panties wet and my nipples harden. “We’re going to fuck you, sweetheart, for the next two days. By the time you head back to the commend deck, you’ll be setting off all the med sensors.”
I laughed at that. “Cocky, much?”
“Speaking of cocks,” he replied and I rolled my eyes.
“You want a baby, mate, we’ll give you one. But first,” Dorian lifted a hand to my collar. “I want this to be golden. I need to claim you, to make our bond official and unbreakable. I need you, Chloe.” He took my chin between his fingers and turned my head so I had to look up at him. “While Seth is your primary mate, the collars, the claiming, is my custom.” Dorian glanced at Seth who gave him a quick nod to continue. “Do you accept Seth’s claim, mate? Do you give yourself to him and me as your second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary mate?”
They looked to me with a hint of vulnerability. This was the moment I could destroy our bond. Sever it. I could deny the match. Refuse Seth and I’d be matched to another. I didn’t want that and ruled it out immediately. It had been instantaneous, the connection. I wanted it to be stronger, not gone.
“Seth, if we were on Earth, I’d say I do and you’d give me a gorgeous ring. But we’re not on Earth and I’d probably cut someone with a big rock on my finger. Neither is me. I’m here with you, between you both, because I am proud to accept both of you as my mates. There is no second. Only the two of you. Mine.”
Dorian’s hand cupped my hip, squeezed. “I claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares touch you.”
“I agree,” Seth added. “I’m one possessive fucker and no one will harm you. Touch you. Even look your way with desire.”
I couldn’t help but smile, knew this moment was the closest thing to a wedding I was going to get. I stood before them in my uniform, all black, but no armor. Since I wasn’t going on a mission, it hadn’t been necessary.
“So how does this work? The, um, claiming?”
The men’s gazes went all primitive and hot.
“We fuck you together,” Dorian said. “As primary mate, Seth will choose which tight hole he wants to claim.”
Seth’s hands moved to the hem of my shirt and started to tug it up. “She just said there’s no primary mate.”
“Aren’t you the Dominant here?” Dorian asked, brow raised. “Then act like it.”
Seth’s casual stance, his easy smile, slipped. He stepped back, leaving me with my shirt bunched up beneath my arms.
“Dorian’s right,” Seth said, his voice clear. He pointed to the entry. “Behind that door, I’m in charge. Strip, mate. Show us what belongs to us.”
Oh yeah, there was the version of Seth that got me all hot and bothered. I licked my suddenly dry lips as Dorian stepped back and moved to lean against the table again. He crossed his arms over his chest, watchful. Seth might be in charge, but Dorian got off on watching me submit.
I finished working my shirt off, let it slip from my fingers and fall to the floor. Seth just twirled his finger in the air to indicate that I continue, but his gaze roved over the bare skin I was slowly exposing.
Only when I was finally naked did they move. And when they did, I found myself tossed over Seth’s shoulder and carried to the bed where I was unceremoniously dropped on it. I bounced up and I scrambled to my knees.
“Ah, just where we want you.” Seth began to undo the front of his pants, Dorian not far behind.
With their cocks out—the rest of them completely covered in their uniforms—it reminded me of my place, at least here in bed. I was the one who took the commands, who did what I was told without question. And without words, I knew exactly what they expected. Shuffling forward, I bent down and gripped Dorian’s cock with my fist as I took Seth’s into my mouth. They both groaned as I began to work them, Dorian as I slid my snug grip up and down, collecting his pre-cum with a swipe of my thumb, and Seth as I swirled my tongue over the flared crown.
“Good girl, Chloe. Get us ready to claim you.”
I didn’t stop, but based on the fact that they were like steel beams in my hand and mouth, I had to question how much more ready they needed to be.
After a minute, I switched, taking Dorian as deep as I could as I worked Seth’s cock, my saliva making my grip slide so well. They felt differently against my tongue, tasted differently and I loved both their flavors. I had no idea they each had their own fucking style.
“Enough,” Dorian growled, tugging gently on my hair to pull me off of him. “Turn around, on hands and knees.”
I licked my lips, glanced up at them through my lashes, saw their cheeks flushed, their muscles tense. Their eyes were darker, heated, predatory. And I was their prey. Turning slowly, I settled into the position they wanted. I knew, when I heard not a sound, not even breathing, that they were staring at my upturned bottom. With my knees parted as they’d instructed before, my pussy and trained ass were completely exposed.
“You’ve taken the training plugs, mate, and we’ve opened that ass up for our cocks. But none of the plugs are as big as we are. It’s going to be a tight fit.” Dorian only stated fact, one that I already knew, I’d mentally prepared for.
I clenched my inner muscles at the thought. The first day I was here, we’d fucked and their cocks had stretched my pussy. I knew it was going to be hard going with a cock going deep into my ass. And it wasn’t just that, I