Was that his cock? It felt like the proverbial pipe in his pants. Thick, long, hard.
“You transported a long way,” the voice by my ear murmured. Oh, this other voice was deep, delicious. “No headaches, nausea…”
I turned my head and looked up at him. Wow. There were two hotties. This one was a surfer god… all tousled blond hair, golden streaks as if out in the ocean and sun all day. His coloring was similar to the other, but his eyes… like caramel.
Warden Egara had said I’d been matched to Prillon Prime, which meant these men were Prillons. And like the dream, there were two of them. She’d actually said, “You’re going to a good place.”
I believed her now. I could see why she said I’d be happy. Why the woman in the testing dream had been in heaven in the middle of a sexy man sandwich.
He, too, was waiting for me to respond. I shook my head. No pain. No unsettled stomach. I was a little sleepy, but I didn’t want to close my eyes or sleep. I wanted to look at these two all day long. “No, I’m fine.”
I might have been on another planet, but it only felt like ten minutes since I’d spoken with Warden Egara, her telling me the testing had been successful. The same amount of time since the dream. Since I’d come. Hard. My body was still lethargic and sated from that. My pussy still felt achy and tender, as if the dream had been real. My nipples were pebbled beneath the borrowed shirt because arousal still lingered.
I wasn’t unwell. I was horny. But I didn’t say that to either of them.
“We need to get her off this ship. Now.” The one whose lap I was in spoke again, his words clipped, his deep voice vibrating through my entire body and straight to my core. I nearly moaned, but bit back that response and replaced it with a soft sigh, burrowing deeper. This warrior was mine, too. I just knew it. If his hands softly stroking my skin weren’t signal enough, when I turned around to face him, my eyes widened as I saw his bare chest. I was wearing his shirt. It smelled like him.
And I was naked beneath, the cool air flowing over bare skin under the heavy garment. Obviously, the hospital gown outfit I’d been wearing during testing didn’t make it through transport.
The tanned coloring of his skin wasn’t a tan at all. It was his natural skin tone. Every single well-defined muscle was visible, rippling as he moved, as he breathed. And the huge, naked chest I leaned against was pure, raw seduction. My mind went weird because all I could think about was trying to bounce a quarter off those abs. I wanted to lick him. Bite him. Taste him. I’d never seen muscles like this. Ever.
No doubt, the brooding warrior leaning over me like a dark angel would be just as freakishly hot with his shirt off. But he wasn’t touching me. Hell, he stared at me like I was a bug under glass, a puzzle to be figured out.
A problem to be solved.
“No. She will remain, for now. The injured must go first.” My dark-haired warrior’s voice sounded angry, not at all pleased to meet me. Which wasn’t how this was supposed to go down. They were supposed to see me, want me, claim me. Hot sex and heat and perfect matches. That’s what I was expecting.
But as I blinked away my hot sex, orgasm fueled transport haze to look around, I noticed new sounds.
Groans of pain.
Cursing—and thanks to the handy NPU Warden Egara had put in my head, I could understand all of it—in every language.
The smell of burnt flesh and blood wasn’t strong enough to make me sick, but it was there, hovering like the stink of charred weeds from a days-old ditch fire.
What the hell? I craned my neck to see, but the dark warrior shifted position, blocking my attempts to see what was going on behind him. Big freaking shoulders? Yeah. Too big, at the moment.
“Injured? What? Who’s hurt?” I asked, tensing. The big hand from my golden mate began to rove over me again, up and down my back, as if to soothe me.
“Get her out of here, Kaed.” The stroke of his hand was gentle, but the male who touched me sounded far from tender. “Now. She can’t be here.”
“I just got here. Why do you want to get rid of me?” I asked them both.
“This ship is not safe. It has been under Hive attack.” Kaed. That was his name. The dark, brooding sex god who looked good enough to eat. Thank you, Warden Egara…
“But you are here,” I countered. “I am your mate. I go where you go.”
“No. You do not.”
“Yes, I do. That’s how this mate thing works.” Duh. I could write it out in big, elementary school sized, block letters for him if he needed me to.
Behind me, the hot chest I leaned against chuckled. “Earth females. I knew she would be feisty.”
Feisty? They hadn’t seen anything yet. I’d show them fucking feisty. I did not travel halfway across the flipping universe to my perfect match to be left behind, tossed aside or treated like a child. Whoever this glowering, grumpy, sexy big boss-man was…he would learn that he would not be allowed to boss me.
“Do not encourage her, Ronan. I will not have my mate in danger,” Kaed replied.
“You’ll send me off? I don’t even know your names.” That was a lie. I was observant, and I listened well. But I made the soft plea anyway, wanting to hear their names spoken just for me. Ronan and Kaed. Kaed and Ronan. Not too weird, for a couple of aliens.